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marydoyouwrite · 27 days ago

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Back to Me

PAIRING: idol!Jaehyun x militarygeneral!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: The youngest and first female military chief is embroiled in a dating scandal. While she isn't willing to put his rumored beau at risk, the man is a willing participant, only if she would allow him.

WARNINGS: overstimulation, Jaehyun has a bulge kink, pussy eating, it gets messy at the end there's mentions of blood and violence, my military terms for sure aren't accurate so please read with a grain of salt! <3

enjoy!

8.5k word count

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Breaking News: South Korea's Youngest and First Female Military Intelligence Chief Finally Has a Beau?

Seoul, South Korea — In a surprising turn of events, South Korea's youngest and first female Military Intelligence Chief, General YN Park, who has captivated the nation with her unprecedented rise in the military, is reportedly no longer flying solo.

General YN, just 36 years old, broke multiple glass ceilings when she assumed the top position in South Korea's National Intelligence Service (NIS) last year. Known for her unparalleled strategic mind, her dedication to national security, and her stoic public persona, the news of her newfound relationship has caught everyone off guard.

Despite the intense scrutiny and pressure associated with her high-profile role, the General has managed to keep her private life out of the public eye until now. Rumors about a mystery beau have been swirling for weeks due to surfaced photos with a man whom other sources say to closely resemble NCT 127’s member, Jung Jaehyun.

Although no one has confirmed the identity of the man in the photos, some have pointed out that he appears to be familiar with the General’s close-knit circle.

"We’ve never seen General Park in this kind of casual setting before," said Han Min-seok, a military analyst and former intelligence officer. "It’s a rare glimpse into her personal life, and it’s sparked a lot of curiosity. Given her high profile and position, the idea of her having someone close to her is, frankly, surprising, and people are eager to know more."

Despite the media frenzy, neither the General’s office nor the Ministry of National Defense have issued any statements about the photos. Sources close to the General have been tight-lipped, and her team has refused to answer questions about her personal life. However, some insiders suggest that Park has always maintained a strict separation between her career and her personal matters.

For now, speculation remains rampant. Public reactions have been mixed, with some expressing support for the General’s right to a private life, while others are questioning the potential impact of her relationship—whatever its nature—on her leadership role. General Park’s legacy as a trailblazer for women in the military, particularly in her groundbreaking position, may be complicated if her personal life begins to overshadow her professional achievements.

One thing is certain: South Koreans are watching closely, and the mystery of General Park’s private life seems poised to captivate the nation in the days to come.

As the story develops, stay tuned for more updates on this intriguing, and increasingly personal, story.

—-----

After reading the news article, you gave the tablet back to your chief of staff. "I don't know what you want me to do about this, Yujin, but I have an audience with the President tonight."

Yujin looks at you incredulously. "Exactly my point. You don’t think he’s going to grill you on this?"

You sift through the mountain of files on your desk and let your eyes linger on the names of the people that kidnapped eight south-koreans, including the of the National Assembly’s current speaker, all in exchange for ransom and request for extradition of their Russian mafia leader. The case has been a real headache and you want nothing but to make sure you get everyone out of this chaos unscathed.

"No, because we have a high profile kidnapping case to solve."

“You say that but the president has never missed an opportunity to inquire about your romantic stints! So can you please let me do my job and tell me if any of these are true?”

It was your turn to look at Yujin incredulously. "There's nothing. It was just dinner as friends."

"Are you sure? Because we're releasing a denial on this and you can't make me retract this next month even if I have to resign!"

And just when you're about to answer Yujin, your cell phone goes off and her eyes go big at the name it displays. She snatches your phone before you can and answers it and puts it on speaker mode. "Speak." Yujin mouths.

You roll your eyes. "Jaehyun, Yujin is listening in."

"What the fuck, YN."

"Yujin, language." Jaehyun laughs from the other line while Yujin is seething.

You allow yourself to sit down. You also massage your temples because of how Yujin is acting at the whole thing. She’s always been efficient at being Chief of Staff ever since you took the position as Chief of Military Intelligence three years ago and while you love her persistence and attention to detail, you don’t like it when you’re the subject of it.

"So I'm guessing you've read the articles."

"Jaehyun, are you two dating?!"

"Jae, don't mind Yujin, I already told her we aren’t and she's going to put that out."

"Wait! I wanted to talk to you about that."

"About what?"

"I was just thinking... I wouldn't mind if you said we were dating."

"What the fuck?"

"YN language."

You scoffed and blurted, "Jaehyun, we aren't dating."

You stand up from your seat and approach the window in your office overlooking the city. Your mind is racing at Jaehyun’s words mulling over what to do about it. You want to swat his soul out of his body for the irresponsibility of just saying whatever he wants. But then it’s Jaehyun, he really does say whatever he wants.

—Beginning—

You recall how you two met. 6 years ago in New York, coming from a scalding session with your then superior, you went straight to a bar of the hotel where you were staying. You were there as part of an activity under South Korea and US’ visiting forces agreement and you had a blunder earlier that day for being provoked by a US Military Officer. You clearly let his provocation get to you so you got a good scolding from your superior. “You are above and better than that,” was what he repeatedly said. And although you’re already used to the heat of military work, you still need to blow off steam for your mental health.

“One old fashioned.”

You put your head down as you wait for the bartender to finish preparing your drink. You feel the shift on the seat next to you but you don’t put your head up. You’re too focused on blowing off steam.

“Can I get a Whiskey?” At the same time the person next to you orders, your drink is ready. You lift your head to take a sip of your drink and you just stare off into space. No thoughts, just head empty.

“Ma’am?” You turn at the sound of your native language and see two pairs of innocent looking eyes stare at you expectantly. You knit your eyebrows and surveyed his whole face and decided he looked vaguely familiar to you. You can’t decide whether his face is familiar because he looks like a model for magazines or because you’ve already seen him somewhere.

“I’m sorry, I’m Jaehyun and I’ve already done my military service in Korea. I sometimes see you at events and during our training. You’re 1st Lt. YN, ma’am.” That’s why he looks familiar. You probably crossed paths more than once.

“It’s Captain now, but yeah, YN. Sorry, Jaehyun, is it?”

“Yes, Captain. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I didn’t expect to cross paths with you here. Are you vacationing?”

You’re wary about sharing too much information but for some reason, the way he talks, his body language, and the slight redness in his ears, puts you at ease. So you engage, a little bit.

“I’m here for work. You?”

“I’m also here for work. Would you mind if I joined you a bit longer?”

You stared at Jaehyun and noted that your instincts and senses aren’t on heightened alert like how it usually does in the presence of a stranger. You don’t sense a hint of malice in his presence and somehow he radiates a certain kind of warmth. How he does it, you don’t know but you decide to just humor yourself.

That night, when you decided it was time to rest, you realized you had a great time. Jaehyun was a conversationalist with a tinge of naughtiness just bubbling beneath the surface of his calm demeanor. You suppose he can’t show his full self yet. Not in front of his once superior, you get that. But even with his restraint, he managed to get more than a laugh or two out of you. Once or twice, his fingers brushed with yours. And more than thrice, you saw his line of sight align with your lips. Nothing escaped you.

If anything impressed you out of the whole exchange, it was him asking for your number. He rubbed the back of his neck while asking if he could get in touch with you sometimes when you’re back in South Korea. “Although of course, I don’t expect you to. You’re the busiest!” He added.

You wanted to give him credit. You’ve talked with many men that had their intentions laid down in the open and while you’re flattered by their respect and interest, no one ever dared to ask for your number when it was time to say goodbye. But Jaehyun did. So you don’t make it hard for him and gave him your number.

You bid your farewells but you remained in touch. You eventually discovered what he does for work and was even more impressed at his talent and charisma. Needless to say, both of you remained friends with all the benefits of it, including great sex.

And god, only thinking about sex with Jaehyun is enough to make your toes curl. He was a great person and an even better fuck. No one can make you cry and beg on your knees apart from him. So you never met anyone anymore. Only he can satisfy the itch you get every once in a while. Only he can make you submit wholeheartedly.

But despite all the passionate nights, never did it progress to something more. Especially not when you were appointed Chief of Military Intelligence three years after you met. There was a quiet acknowledgment that both your professions came first above all else.

And for your part, you could never put his life at risk. You know you were pushing it when you selfishly chose to keep him in your life. To call him when you need a little reprieve from everything. Just the possibility of your enemies targeting Jaehyun for his connection with you is enough to send your stomach spinning. And your enemies are not few. With the bold decisions that had to be made for the safety of the nation, angry people are at your left and right. You vowed to never put the people you care for in a position of danger. Especially not Jaehyun.

You snapped back into reality and addressed Yujin. “Anyway, deny it. We’re not dating. I’m no longer discussing this.”

—One—

“Jaehyun and I are dating,” the way the words rolled off your tongue was more of a question rather than a statement. You chastised yourself because did you really have to end up using this card just to get what you want? In your defense, you’re backed against the wall with no other remedy but to appeal to emotion.

“Come again? Are you two really?” The President is eyeing you very intensely trying to figure out if you were just bluffing. You did a quick look at Yujin and saw her mouth hanging open. “YN, if you’re making this up, you know I’ll see through your bluff,” he adds.

You stand up from where you’re seated, take the Whiskey you’ve been offered a while ago, and maintain eye contact with the President. If there’s anyone who’s best at bluffing, it better be you.

“Mr. President, I tell you I want to do this mission myself but you tell me you worry I won’t be back alive. I tell you I will and that not a single South Korean will die on that night, you tell me you needed assurance. And since my love for this country doesn’t seem enough to convince you that I have the willpower of a bull to pull this off, I’m telling you that I will be back because someone I love is waiting for me. And I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

The President stares at you, studies you, and you know your sincerity came across. Of course you and Jaehyun aren’t dating. But there wasn’t a single lie on the things you said just now. It’s not normal for the Chief to be the person on the ground doing the mission. But this time, you weighed the risks and you can’t bear having someone else do it. The potential of dying leans more towards dying versus not dying. And while you trust your subordinates, this is something you have to take.

So you weren’t lying. It’s true that you can’t bear the thought of sadness and grief taking over Jaehyun’s handsome face. Not when you’ve never even talked about feelings. You’re going to make it back alive from that mission no matter what it takes.

“Okay,” the President sighs in defeat. “But I need a run down of the plan. I need my general back and make it so until your last limb.”

You gave the President a curt nod, “On my last fucking limb,” You gave a salute to the President and walked out of the conference room. Behind you is a quiet Yujin.

“You’re mad,”

“Of course not. Why would I be mad? We just released an article denying everything about YOU and JAEHYUN dating only for you to confirm it before the President. That’s not something to be mad about.”

You stop in your tracks and turn to face your seething Chief of Staff, “This mission is the most important to me right now.” Yujin seems to soften at the sound of your gentle tone. “And so is going back alive because Jaehyun and I aren’t dating, yet. And I want us to.”

Yujin’s eyes go big at your revelation and she understandfully nods. “Now, let’s plan this mission good,” As you walk towards your office, you send a text message to the person who has no idea what he was pulled into.

Are you free tonight?

—Two—

1 message

Ma’am General: Are you free tonight?

Jaehyun smiles at your message knowing that the only reason you’re sending this is because you want to meet up. And he very much wants to, too. Before he gets to respond, he’s interrupted by Johnny, “You guys down for some drinks after practice?”

“Uh, I’ll pass.” And Johnny chuckles at his quick response, knowing full well why he’s not coming. He sees Doyoung whip his head in his direction. “Jaehyun, are you meeting YN again?! I swear to god, you just had articles about you today!”

He winces at Doyoung’s scolding. It’s mild to say that the management was pissed. They were blindsided, how could they not be pissed. They learned about his “closeness” with you through the news and if that wasn’t enough, an official statement was released confirming that the two of you are in fact not dating. Talk about a whiplash. So he’s not surprised why Doyoung is feeling so sensitive.

“Ya, hyung, give Jaehyun hyung a break,” Haechan butts in. “We’re kinda too grown for this now. I think Jaehyun hyung’s age is the right age to get into dating scandals.” The youngest one winks at his direction and Jaehyun laughs at his cheekiness.

“Thanks Haechan, but I don’t mind. I did kinda blindside everyone. But Doyoung hyung, that should be General YN for all of us.”

Doyoung just sighs and continues with practicing choreo for the group’s upcoming tour. He’ll console the older member later when he’s less angry. He knows Doyoung is coming from good intentions but Jaehyun won’t dare comfort him while he’s in his feels.

“You know he’s just worried right?” Taeyong comes from behind him while fixing his shoes.

“Of course, dating scandals are never good for idols and their groups,” he replied knowingly.

“No, that’s not why,” Jaehyun turns to Taeyong, a bit confused. “The General? Never doubted you could pull a woman like that but shit, that’s some dangerous waters. You’re aware how many enemies she has, right? Especially with some controversial decisions she made, I bet there’s a long list of people targeting her.”

Jaehyun knew. Of course he did. But someone verbalizing it like this just sends a shiver down his spine. His stomach churns at the thought of powerful people putting a big red target on your head. And what’s worse is he’s not in the most ideal position to ensure you’re always safe.

“So Doyoung is just worried because people close to the General also become targets by default and not because he thinks this is affecting the group. Besides, Haechan’s right, it's about time we got involved in dating scandals,” you snicker at the last bit.

Taeyong taps your shoulder and you’re left to your thoughts. But as how he has approached it ever since, he doesn’t dwell on it too much because nothing good is going to come out of that trail of thought.

Technically speaking, you and him aren’t dating. But Jaehyun knows its just a matter of communication. He’s confident where he stands in your life if your moans and late night calls are any indicator of it. But apart from those things, your subtle way of caring always touched his heart. And if that’s all you can give him, he’ll take it.

When am I never? Should I pick you up?

Jaehyun sends you a reply and walks to where his stuff is to start fixing. He finishes packing and bids the team farewell, “See you tomorrow!”

He’s going to take a good shower before meeting you. By how this day went, he’s guessing you’re going to want to melt into a hug immediately and just the thought of it puts a smile on his face. No one knows that side of you. Not even Yujin who has been with you for the longest time since your early years in the military. Only he gets to witness the soft, whiny, and sweet side of the nation’s steelhearted General.

Ma’am General calling…

“Ma’am? Something wrong?” Ma’am has become a pet name between the two of you. He loves how the endearment annoys you just a little bit. So when you respond without any snark, Jaehyun’s a bit worried.

“Nothing wrong. Just… I kinda can’t go anywhere without my security right now. Is it going to be a bother if you went to my place instead? I have something to tell you.”

“YN, of course not. I’m just going to take a shower and head straight to where you are. Also, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yep. Just a lot of things. But I’ll tell you everything later,” you blow out a long frustrated sigh on the other line. “I’m gonna need a year’s worth of sleep after everything.”

“You need coffee, got it.”

“Shit, you’re good. That got me horny,” he chuckles and shakes his head. This is another side of you that has made him fall so hard. “See you in a bit, YN. I’ll be quick.”

—Three—

The door to your house opens and it reveals a very fresh, very newly showered, Jung Jaehyun. In his left hand is the coffee he promised you. While you want to jump him, you restrain yourself because you’re about to deliver him some news that will probably wipe the dimply-grin he has off his face.

“I want to hug you but I’m gross and you’re newly showered,” you’re slumped on your sofa and you look at the uniform you’re still wearing. Your boots are still on and your hair is for sure a mess after wearing your beret the whole day. You don’t even want to try and smell yourself.

“You in your uniform never fail to give me a hard on, YN,” you scoff at the man who went straight to where your boots are to remove them from your feet. “You and your kinks,” you retorted.

You stare at Jaehyun who is currently untying the lace of your boots. He removes the left boot and the right and as he successfully removes both your socks, he massages your feet a little bit. Just enough to relax your soles. This man, who also must have had an equally exhausting day, went straight to give you a foot massage.

“How does a hot bath sound?”

“To be honest, heavenly,” Jaehyun lifts his head to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let me prepare one for you.” You mumble a small and shy okay before Jaehyun stands and goes upstairs, probably to your room to prepare the warm bath.

You fidget your toes as you wait for him to come back. These things that Jaehyun is doing for you are more than just fruits of friendship, you’re sure of it. But there’s an ongoing war in your mind that holds you back. You worry he’ll resent you one day for failing to protect him both from physical and emotional harm and you can’t live with the possibility. But you want him so much since the first night you met that it’s killing you inside.

“YN, think we can get you undressed while the tub is being filled with water.”

“Yeap, okay,” you start to get up but Jaehyun stops you. So you just look at him confused. “Let me take you up.” You don’t protest his proposition as he carries you like a child in his arms. He’s carried you way too many times already to be flustered at the gesture. Hell, his tongue even tasted every inch of your skin. But even as you convince yourself that it’s not a big deal, your face betrays you. And when Jaehyun looks at you, he notices the warmth spreading on your cheeks and all of a sudden, he feels warm, too.

Jaehyun sets you down on the bed and goes to the bath probably to check if the tub’s been filled and the water is just right. Just a few moments and Jaehyun is back with you. He unbuttons your top and hangs it up in your dresser. He unzips and peels off your pants next until you’re only in your underwear. He gives you a nice kiss on the cheeks as he removes your bra. His hands trail to your hips and the lace of your panty is just between his fingers for a second too long before he pulls it down. And now you’re fully naked in front of him. You see the up and down of his throat but in the years you’ve known him, you know he absolutely won’t make a move unless he’s done making you comfortable.

Jaehyun carries you to the bath and settles you gently into the tub. You sigh at the contact of warm water, it’s like all the worries and stress dissipate with the steam. Jaehyun puts some shampoo into your scalp scrubber and he starts massaging your head with it.

“That feels so good,” you groan with so much relief.

“So good you can relax?”

“Absolutely.”

There was comfortable silence afterwards. You just stare at Jaehyun and his busy hands cleaning your hair and then lathering soap on your body giving your tense muscles some good massage here and there.

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Of course, I’m listening,” he responds as he scoops some water in his hands to wash away some soap that got too close to your eye.

“I told the President we’re dating,” Jaehyun looks at you with parted lips.

“But you said -”

“I know, but,” you sigh before continuing, “something came up.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Jaehyun asks carefully, probably being cautious about not pressuring you into divulging details you can’t share, another thing that you appreciate about him the most.

“There’s this mission we’re preparing for. And based on my assessment, I think it’s best for me to be personally involved in it,” Jaehyun slowly nods in understanding.

“But how does that relate to you telling the President that we’re dating? But just so you know, totally not mad about it. I like it, actually.” You roll your eyes at the cheeky smile that Jaehyun whipped up. And you flicked some water towards his face when he kept raising his eyebrows.

“The President thinks it's a dangerous mission and that he could lose his Chief from it. HE doesn’t believe my love for this country is a strong enough force to push my will to live and make sure I return safe, so,” you pause and look Jaehyun in the eye, “I told him, I’m dating you. That I will be back no matter what because someone I love is waiting for me and I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

Somewhere along your sentence, you whispered a word or two, probably the part where you professed your love for him was a decibel more fit for your K9s at work.

Jaehyun cupped your right cheek, his thumb gently grazing over your cheekbones. With this, you’re forced to look at his eyes which held emotions you couldn't fully understand. There’s warmth, and love, and then worry, and overall softness to his gaze that makes you weak.

And then, his lips brushed yours—soft, tentative, as if the world itself might break if he moved too quickly. It was so gentle, almost hesitant, but it was everything. Very different from all the kisses you’ve shared so far. All the longing, all the moments they had both kept hidden, poured into that single, quiet kiss.

The kiss deepened, his tongue begging access to your mouth, and all of a sudden nothing mattered. Jaehyun’s lips were insistent now, as though he was trying to pour all the things he couldn’t say into this one perfect, imperfect moment. When he breaks the kiss, you’re panting.

“Wow,” you breathed out between Jaehyun’s quick pecks after that breath-taking kiss.

“So what I heard is that you’re about to go into a very dangerous mission that could potentially kill you,”

“What the hell -”

“And that you will be back because you love me.”

“Uh, yes. That’s what I said.”

“Fuck.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry. It’s just that my mind is on a marathon right now. I love you, too, you must have known that for -”

“You love me, too?”

“Come on, YN, you can’t honestly believe I’d stick this long if I didn’t love you. And really, bubble baths on a weekday at midnight? Love is the only explanation for my willingness. You’re telling me you really didn’t know?” Jaehyun exclaims with a hint of offense. But the truth is you’ve known about it for a very long time. In the quietness and the loudness of your friendship, you’ve known about his love for you ever since it started to bloom.

“No, I know…” you mumble.

“Good girl. So as I was saying,” he blows out a long sigh, “I love you so much, but I’m so fucking worried thinking about what you just shared.”

“Why? Don’t trust me?”

“Of course I do, you can deadass exterminate a whole mafia by yourself.”

“Good, so don’t worry because like I said, I don’t want to disappoint this man who’s waiting for me.” you said to pacify him before reaching out to him for another quick kiss.

“Mm, YN, you know how I think you’re the strongest person in the whole world. But this worry I have is something I can’t help. So while trusting you, I will also worry about you,”

“Yeah, okay,” you answer quietly. You can’t help but agree because you feel the same. While you trust yourself to protect him from any and all pain at all costs, you also can’t help but worry you’re going to be the greatest heartache he’s ever going to have, whether it's your fault or fate’s.

“When is this mission happening?”

“In three days’ time.”

“Shit.” You look at his face and see that there’s a million thoughts racing inside his head. You caress his face hoping it would calm and comfort him little.

“Not too much time, huh?”

“Yeah,”

“We should start fucking to reach quota, then,” you laughed too hard at Jaehyun’s attempt to make things lighter.

“I agree, you should get started.”

Without a beat, Jaehyun is carrying you out of the tub and onto the sink that had a towel laid down.

“Gotta dry your hair first,” He takes another towel and starts patting your hair dry. “But not too dry, if you don’t mind because your confession got me hard so fast.” You giggle at his silliness and just let him do whatever.

When your hair is no longer dripping wet, he sets the towel aside and looks at you from head to toe. He takes a strand of your hair away from your face before settling his fingers on the side of your neck.

“So pretty like this,” he peppers your neck with kisses, his lips travelling down south to your chest. His hands settle on your hips, “So pretty and all mine.”

His kisses trail down to your breasts, then to your stomach, then just above your slit. He gives you one last hungry look before he gives your pussy one long lick and wraps his mouth around your clit. The warmth of his mouth makes you throw your head back. His right hand gives your hip a squeeze before he brings his fingers to your core, inserting two digits at once, giving you a delicious stretch. All the while his left hand is stationary on your hip, making sure you remain where he wants you to be.

He curls his fingers to press on the sensitive spot inside you, “Fuck,” is your only response. Jaehyun is a starved man by the way he sucks at your bud. He’s desperate to taste and drink you up. By the way his mouth and fingers are going, you know he doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Jaehyun moves his left hand to the inside of your thighs to spread your legs even wider, to give him more access. Jaehyun eats you out with more vigor and more speed in his fingers. You let your hands grip on his hair, your eyes rolling at the sinful feeling of his tongue and lips.

“J-Jae, please!” you scream as you feel your stomach tightening. Jaehyun knows you’re close, so he guides you into that orgasm by stuffing another finger inside of you. This does the trick. You moan his name as you come undone. He removes his fingers from your core only to use both his hands to spread you open so he can lick you dry and clean. You get sensitive from his continuous lapping so you try to push his head away from your core.

But Jaehyun is feral, “Not yet baby girl. Gonna make sure I get every last drop of you.”

And you know better than to argue. So you just let your hand rest on his shoulder as you allow him to drink you to his heart’s content. Once he’s done, you’ve become a panting, shaking mess. No strength in your legs and no single thought in your head.

“Thank you, baby. Shall we move to the bed?” you don’t answer and just wave your hands at him, signalling he can do whatever he wants. And Jaehyun is more than happy to oblige. He carries you and throws you on the bed with too much excitement.

“Jaehyun!”

“Sorry, baby, you got me all worked up.” Without another word, he dives to where you are. His mouth quickly found its way to your right nipple, his next target. His left hand massaging and toying with your other breast. Without stopping his ministrations, he uses his free hand to pull his shirt off his body. Only when he needed to pull it over his head did he let go of your nipple. As he does, he tosses his clothing to the side and removes his jeans revealing his familiar yet still always mouth-watering cock. Jaehyun is a sculpture from the gods. Not only is his face and physique perfect, but his cock is, too. He is both long and thick that you always feel the stretch for days after every heated session.

The sight gets you excited that you get up on your knees.

“Baby girl wants to suck me? Pleasure me with that beautiful mouth of yours?” you nod as you move closer to him. You take his cock in your hands and play with the tip for a bit before taking him fully in your mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun groans, “Pretty general, taking me in so good.” This encourages you to take him deeper in your throat. The feeling makes Jaehyun knit his brows and grab your hair in his hands. He pulls your hair, sending a pleasurable pain to your scalp. He guides you to take him even deeper, making you gag in response. Some drool escapes from the side of your mouth and the intrusion in your throat makes your eyes tear up.

Jaehyun wipes the drool on the side of your lips, “Want to see you cry only for my cock.” Jaehyun takes control of the pace and fucks your mouth with so much passion. You put your hands on his thigh for support, but his length accomplishes the picture he wants to see. It’s always a welcome challenge blowing Jaehyun, but the deed always brings you to tears. And there’s something about your tears that riles Jaehyun up every time.

Seeing you look up at him crying and obediently and willingly taking him in your mouth, sends Jaehyun over the edge. “Gonna take my load like a good girl?” You nod at him as he groans and takes a few more thrusts. You gently tap his thigh encouragingly to signal him to let go. Your encouragement seems to do the thing because one more thrust and his delicious cum fills the walls of your mouth, some coming out from both sides of your lips. But as you are a good girl, you swallow everything, and even lick his cock clean. If he wants to get every last drop of you, you feel the same, too. As you continue to lick him, Jaehyun lifts your chin with his finger. He dips down to kiss you, licking your lips in the process. “Don’t you think we’re done.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” you respond with a raspy voice and he smiles at you as he guides you back down the bed. His fingers ghost over your core. Sucking Jaehyun had you dripping wet. “Still wet and ready for me?”

“Always. Still hard and ready for me?”

“That goes without saying. Now spread those legs for me nicely, baby.”

You obey his command. Jaehyun situates himself between your legs and teases your entrance with the tip of his cock that is still very much hard and proud. It’s as if he didn’t cum just a few seconds ago.

Jaehyun tries to be a patient man but the truth of the matter is that he can never be. Especially not when you look so beautiful with your hair spread out around you, your forehead glistening with some sweat, and your cheeks stained with fresh tears. So he stops holding back and bottoms out inside of you in one quick thrust.

You shout his name at the sudden penetration. The stretch is an addicting kind of pain.

“Sorry, baby, this pussy is driving me crazy. I’m gonna move now, yeah?” You nod at Jaehyun, eager to feel more of him. He thrusts out half way before ramming back inside of you. You feel his tip hit a spot inside of you that makes you arch your back. The friction of his length against your walls as he continuously pounds into you is an exhilarating experience.

Jaehyun brings his fingers to your core. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches your clit sending your mind into haywire.

“W-Wait!” you try to plead your case. By the looks of it, Jaehyun isn’t cumming anytime soon yet. If he continues to play with you like this, he’ll draw out another orgasm from you and you don’t think you can hold out. But Jaehyun is relentless. He only raises an eyebrow at your failed attempt to beg.

“No waiting, baby. Be a good girl for me and take what I give you,” he warns in a low voice. Jaehyun takes one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder to reach a deeper spot inside of you. You whimper at the change of pace, your fingers scratching his back, your other hand gripping at his hair.

Jaehyun takes your hand that’s gripping his hair and puts it over the part of your stomach that bulges with his every thrust, “Look how good you’re taking me,” he praises. He presses your hand down on your bulging stomach, adding both pain and pleasure to your body.

You suck in some air. At this point you’re breathless. Nothing but sinful sounds come out of your mouth. Your moans become higher in pitch by the moment, calling out Jaehyun’s name as if it will pull him out of the trance he’s in. It doesn’t.

His fingers are back to work on your clit, abusing it, determined to make you climax one more time. And Jaehyun succeeds. A powerful wave hits you and you almost black out. You feel every part of you shake. There’s a ring in your ear brought by the ridiculous high. But as you predicted, Jaehyun isn’t done. He continues to savor the feeling of you convulsing around him.

“Jaehyun please, need you to cum,” you beg in between labored breaths. Jaehyun manhandles you to switch your positions. Now you’re on top of him but he’s the one moving your hips up and down his cock, using you as he pleases. The new position allows you to feel his fullness even more.

“Wanna come with you on top, ma’am,” he declares.

Jaehyun will be the death of you. He guides your hips up and down at a monstrous pace. For every movement, your clit brushes against his base and its maddening. He reaches out to grab your head for a kiss, “Gonna cum.”

“P-Please, fill me with your cum.”

And he did not have to be told again, with one more thrust, Jaehyun came undone inside of you. You feel the warmth of his seed spreading inside of you. You slump your head against his chest without moving your hips. You’re spent.

Jaehyun caresses your hair and you feel him plant a kiss on top of your head.

“You’re a dream.”

You can’t find the energy to move so you just lay there motionless, Jaehyun’s cock still inside of you. Meanwhile, Jaehyun rubs your hips, giving it subtle massages, before slowly slipping out of you. He changes your position to let you lay down. He adjusts your pillows and when he’s certain you’re comfortable, he gets up to get a warm towelette. Gently, he wipes the inside of your thighs clean.

All the while, your eyes are shut, too tired to open them up. But when you feel the bed shift beside you, you open your eyes to find a smiley Jaehyun staring at you.

“You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.”

You smiled at Jaehyun and reached out to cup his cheek, “I’ll be back.”

–Four–

The plan was to be a trojan horse.

True to the validated tip your office has received through a trusted mole, the kidnappers plan to abduct additional personalities to elevate the power they hold in negotiations. The targets have been identified to be the Jung sisters, daughters of South Korea’s top real estate developer, and both college students at Yonsei University.

The group behind the kidnappings planned to abduct the Jung sisters during their ride back home from school. And that’s where you and your partner, Lt. Gen. Jennie, came into play. Both of you took the place of the Jung sisters to infiltrate the devils’ quarters.

Now you’re here, finally leading everyone out of the building they were trapped in for months. The execution of the rescue was almost perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Once you were abducted, you created a map of the place in your mind. Even while being blindfolded, you focused on the bits of information you can gather without eyesight. Before your eyes were covered, you noted that each of the three kidnappers carried a pistol-type handgun. And as you entered an establishment, you counted your steps and remembered every turn you took. You amplified your senses and noted every change in smell, floor feel, and temperature. You’re at a disadvantage. Entering the criminals’ den without so much as a knife is a suicide mission, as Yujin said. But you swore on your neck nobody is going to die on your watch. Not even yourself.

Your mole said there were a total of 12 armed men in the establishment, each taking turns in guarding the main room and the exit and entrance points. The plan was to separate and then meet up. Through this plan, you can confuse and eliminate more armed men before reaching the exit of the building. Jennie took 4 of the victims with her to take a different route going to the exit while you took the other 4.

You finally reunited with Jennie and her group and confirmed that you’ve each wounded 5 people, leaving you with just 2 more active hurdles.

“It’s going to be okay, we’re almost out of here,” you comfort the hysterical group. Everyone is afraid and desperate to go back to their families.

But just when you’re almost out in the open, 4 armed men are closing in on you. Two were chasing you from behind, and two were coming from the front. You wanted to shout profanities because two additional unaccounted armed criminals are going to make it harder to complete the rescue of a group of scared individuals. But you held yourself back realizing your panic will only make everyone else panic.

You can’t afford to get closed in on. The odds of sustaining injuries and fatalities are going to shoot up, especially in the face of desperate malefactors.

“Jennie, run behind everyone and fire the flare signal once you’re all out!”

Jennie looks at you in horror as your instructions dawn on her. You’re basically asking her to leave you alone.

“Don’t fucking hesitate lieutenant! That’s an order!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am! Everyone, follow me!”

Leaving you alone is the only choice. You’re going to hold the kidnappers off. As Jennie and the whole group continue to run, you stop on your tracks and face the angry men. You fire two shots, successfully wounding one of them. You have to weaken them as much as you can. Even with years of experience fighting wars, your strength is no match against 4 towering men with guns in their hands. But your resolve is the best there is.

You disarm the first man that charges at you, twisting his arm behind his back, and hitting the part of his neck with the base of your gun. The force renders the man down and unconscious. The next person charges at you with a knife which you quickly take from him. You thrust the knife deep into his thigh and butt his head twice. Once with your own head and another with the gun in your hand.

Someone grapples you from behind and you struggle out of his hold. You take the knife out from the former’s thigh and try to reach the next one using the blade, to no avail. The man creates sufficient space between the two of you as he takes out a dagger of his own. He charges at you but as you try to charge at him too, the other conscious kidnapper pulls your leg, rendering you flat on the ground.

The other takes his chance and stabs your leg with the dagger. You scream in anguish as you kick the second man in the face with your better leg. You take a rock beside you and smash it to the side of his head. When you see him trying to reach out for a nearby gun, you smash his hand, too.

With one last person conscious, you will yourself to stand up despite the burn on your leg. You drop your gun and pull the dagger from your leg. You decided the dagger is going to be the weapon that helps you end this madness. With obvious rage in his eyes, the man runs at you with closed fists. You examine him, he has no weapon but his hands.

Once he reaches you, he gains an advantage with his height. He grabs you by the hips and topples you to the ground. You groan in pain at the impact on the back of your head. He takes the same rock you held earlier and bashes it against your temple. He takes the dagger from your hand and aims it at your gut. The blade comes in contact with your skin until you feel the burn ripping through your flesh.

“Fuck!”

You stop his hands but not fast enough to prevent a puncture. The blade continues to dig into you. You feel weak and your adrenaline is dissipating. Maybe it’s because of the comfort knowing that Jennie has brought the group to safety. She fired the flare sending the signal to the team on standby a few meters away for rescue. Your mission is done and you’re sure you won’t immediately die from a slitted gut. You’ll bleed out for a few hours first, if this man on top of you won’t rampage and inflict several more stab wounds. But nonetheless, everyone’s safe.

You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.

“Jaehyun!” Shit, everyone’s safe except you. You promised not to disappoint the man. So with one last surge of strength, you butt his head with yours and push him away from you. He lets go of the dagger, leaving it in you. You know better than to pull it out so you run to one of his colleagues and search his body for another weapon you can use. And you weren’t disappointed. You find a pistol and aim it at your last enemy.

He was charging at you and this was your last chance. So with Jaehyun’s words echoing in your thoughts, you pulled the trigger hitting the criminal right in the middle of his eyes. You don’t watch him crash down because you started coughing out some blood.

“General!”

From a near distance, you see some people running to you. You make out Jennie’s face as the one running in front. Your legs give up on you and you fall to the ground. But Jennie is already there to get you.

“General! Medic’s here, please stay awake!”

You signal Jennie to come closer to you to whisper your greatest concern at the moment. Jennie obliges and listens to what you have to say intently. You whispered what you had to say before the responders surrounded you and tended to you. You’re whisked away from Jennie’s arms and into the ambulance.

You see flashes of light and everything around you is in chaos. But you couldn’t care less. Not when Jaehyun was the last face in your mind as you blacked out.

–Final–

After 86 harrowing days in captivity, the eight individuals kidnapped by a Russian-led mafia syndicate have finally been reunited with their families, all thanks to the unwavering courage of General YN Park and Lt. General Jennie Kim, who bravely undertook the perilous mission alone.

National Assembly Speaker Minseok Kim has expressed profound gratitude toward General Park and her team, especially as he is reunited with his daughter, one of the victims in this case.

The surviving members of the syndicate have been handed over to the authorities for further investigation and due process.

However, General Park remains under care at Seoul National Hospital, where she is receiving treatment for serious injuries sustained during the mission. Prior to being transported to the hospital, the General was seen whispering something to Lt. General Kim. When asked about the General’s last words before receiving medical attention, Lt. General Kim revealed, “The General asked me to tell the doctor to minimize the scarring of her wounds—she has a beach trip planned next month.”

Jaehyun humorlessly laughs at the conclusion of the news. Only you can think about a beach trip while being in the face of death.

However, despite the light hearted news, his legs take quick and huge strides to where your hospital room is. He didn’t bother taking the back entrance, the front entrance will bring him faster to you. He knows photos of him and news about the two of you will fill the papers and broadcasts tomorrow, but he didn’t care. His thoughts are fully on you. His heart is about to give up on him and all he wants is to see and hold you.

He reaches the floor where you are and as expected, it’s filled with security. You don’t see Yujin anywhere to help you get inside. But its okay, you gave him something that will get him to you.

“Woah, what’s this?”

“This is my seal. I’ve requested three of these from the bureau. The other two are with my parents and this one is for you. When you need me, you show this to any of my subordinates and they’ll bring me to you no matter what. Whether I’m in a meeting or in another country fighting a war, they’ll bring me to you. Use this any time.”

Jaehyun reaches out from his pocket and shows your seal to the first two soldiers guarding the area. Recognition dawns on their faces and they let him in. The others lead you to your room and as he opens the door, there you are lying down peacefully on the bed.

He walks to where you are and sits on the side of your bed. He takes your hand in his and gives it a longing kiss. He plays with your fingers and brushes some loose strands of your hair away from your face.

And as if you sense his presence, you slowly open your eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes widen at your consciousness and tries to get up to get a nurse. But you held on to his finger and whispered with all your strength, “I-I came back.”

You catch a glimpse of a tear rolling down his cheek before he plants a long chaste kiss on your lips, “Yes,” he chokes, “Yes, you did, baby. Thank you for coming back to me.”

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blondechariot · 12 days ago

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NCT127 reaction to you telling them you’re a virgin

Pairing: NCT127 x reader

Warnings: light smut, make out, some fluff

Taeyong

It’s a boring Sunday afternoon, and for once, Taeyong has the day off. You two decided you would only leave the bed for food and bathroom breaks. It had been his idea, and you immediately agreed since you both hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately. You and Taeyong haven’t been together for long — just a month, to be exact. That made it even more special for you to have him all to yourself for an entire day and hide away at home.

So it happens that at 4 PM, you’re still lying in bed. His head rests in your lap as he scrolls through his phone while you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, he closes his eyes and sighs,

“This is nice. Maybe you should apply to work at SM as staff so I can take you on tour with me,” he suggests with a smile.

You giggle. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He absentmindedly nods. “I’d love it. I’d have you around every day,” he murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“And at night, when everyone’s asleep, I’ll sneak into your room.”

You smile briefly but then grow thoughtful.

“And what would we do in my room?” you ask.

He opens one eye and tilts his head slightly.

“Well, this. You’d run your fingers through my hair.”

“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come along? To be your personal masseur?” you laugh mockingly, making him grin widely.

“I’d make sure to return the favor,” he promises, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezes them gently. Your relationship was amazing in every way — except for one thing. Taeyong had never mentioned it, but you were aware of the way he looked at you when you changed after a shower or lay by the pool in a bikini. You noticed his glances but always pretended not to. He never brought it up or tried to go further than kissing or making out on the couch. You were grateful for that, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a conversation about it was coming soon.

It’s not that you didn’t want to — Taeyong looked incredible, and there were moments you could barely hold yourself back from jumping him. It was more the fact that you had no experience at all that made you hesitant.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Taeyong says, pulling you out of your daze, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckle softly and run your fingers through your hair.

“What’s wrong?” he asks curiously, turning his head toward you.

You chew on your lower lip, searching for the right words.

“I-I know it might seem like I’m making you wait on purpose, but I’m not,” you suddenly say, making him frown slightly

“What do you mean?”

“Tae… I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything… that’s not why we haven’t gone further yet,” you explain.

He sits up, looking at you confused.

“What is this? Are you trying to justify yourself?” he asks with a small smile.

“It’s more like… I just want to explain so you don’t think badly of me,” you confess, feeling guilty.

He laughs and kisses you gently.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he assures you.

“But—”

“Listen, you’re the hottest woman in the entire world to me, but that’s not why I’m with you. I don’t care when we take the next step — I just don’t want you to feel pressured into anything,” he says, placing his hand on your cheek.

You chew on your lip again and clear your throat before looking into his eyes.

“I, um… I’m still a virgin,” you say quietly.

He looks at you for a moment and then chuckles.

“So what?”

“That means I really have zero experience… What if I’m terrible?” you ask, insecure.

He sighs briefly and kisses you again.

“I doubt that. You drive me crazy just by tossing your hair back. I’m more worried about being terrible myself,” he laughs.

You roll your eyes and playfully nudge him.

“Idiot.”

“The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t change anything for me — if anything, honestly, it’s kinda sexy,” he admits, grinning.

You laugh and kiss him tenderly.

“We’ll figure it out — but only when you’re really ready, okay?” he asks seriously, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Okay,” you confirm with a big smile.

Doyoung

It’s your fourth date. The first three were spent at the movies, going for a walk, and visiting a museum followed by coffee. At the end of your second date, you had gathered your courage and kissed him for the first time. Since then, not a minute had gone by without the two of you texting, calling, or sending each other funny videos and pictures.

Tonight, however, he had invited you over to his place — the first time you’d ever been to his apartment. He cooked for you and had clearly put in a lot of effort. You hadn’t missed how his hand trembled slightly when he poured you some more wine or helped you take off your coat. By now, though, he had relaxed, and the two of you had been laughing, chatting about everything and nothing, and joking around.

It was getting late as you both started clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.

“You have surprisingly few plates,” you remarked as you peeked into one of his cabinets.

“I know. A lot of them didn’t survive,” he snorted in mock frustration while rinsing the frying pan.

You closed the cabinet door and watched him for a moment. He was standing with his back to you at the sink, and you observed the way his shoulders moved. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his muscles flexed now and then as he handled the heavy pan. He looked incredibly good, and you felt a sudden urge to touch him.

You walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He looked at you surprised, then smiled broadly.

“What was that for?”

“As a thank you—for the meal,” you replied with a smile of your own.

He set the pan down and dried his hands with a towel before turning to face you.

“Then I guess I should cook more often,” he said and took your hand.

“I can bring a plate each time, so eventually you’ll have enough,” you suggested, making him roll his eyes with a grin.

“If that means you’ll come over more often, I’m all for it,” he said softly, raising one corner of his mouth before gently placing a finger under your chin so you’d look at him.

You smiled faintly and leaned up to press your lips against his. He leaned in, placing his hands on your hips while yours cupped his face. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you sighed quietly. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck while the other settled on your waist, pulling you closer.

You hesitantly pulled back and gave him a quick smile.

“M-Maybe we could sit on the couch? It’s more comfortable,” you suggested quietly.

He grinned and nodded before taking your hand and leading you to the couch. But you turned him around so you could sit down first, pulling him down with you. He looked at you intently before connecting your lips again and settling between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair as he began kissing your neck, his hands exploring your body.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax, but when his hand moved between your legs and started sliding up your thigh, your body tensed up. You placed your hand over his.

“Everything okay?” he asked, lifting his head with concern.

You bit your lip and sighed.

“Sorry,” you murmured, frustrated by your own reaction.

“Did I do something wrong? Am I going too fast?”

“No, no, not at all,” you quickly said, brushing your hand along his cheek.

Still, he looked unsure, and you cleared your throat, straightening up a little so you could meet his gaze.

“I, um… I’ve just never done this before,” you admitted shyly.

“Sex?” he asked, surprised.

You nodded slowly, looking at him nervously.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, clearly surprised.

“It just never came up… is that bad?”

“Of course not,” he said quickly with a small smile, giving you a short kiss.

“But if I’d known, I don’t know… I probably would’ve approached things differently,” he admitted, a little awkward.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know why I just blurted it out,” you murmured quietly.

He gave you a soft smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m glad you told me,” he said warmly. “And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever. Promise.”

You laughed quietly and nodded.

“I know,” you said, and kissed him.

You looked at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“I should probably go now.”

“Or… you could stay,” he suggested. “We could watch a movie, talk, I’ve even got coffee.”

You smiled widely and nodded.

“That sounds perfect.”

Jaehyun

Well, so much for the picnic,”

Jaehyun sighed after closing the car door, while the rain pounded heavily against the outside. You had planned a beautiful picnic by the lake, everything was perfectly prepared — but the weather had other plans. It had started off nicely: you managed to lay out the blanket and sit down, but just as you began eating, the sky darkened and the first shower came down. You barely made it back to the car with your things.

Your hair and clothes were soaked, and the car seats immediately absorbed the rainwater.

“Damn it,” Jaehyun muttered under his breath, staring out the window.

You pushed your wet hair back and shrugged.

“Oh well,” you said, laughing, and reached for the basket of food.

“Guess it’s going to be a car picnic instead,” you suggested, handing him a sandwich.

He looked skeptically at your hand for a moment before laughing and shrugging as well.

“Fine by me,” he chuckled and took the sandwich from you.

A little while later, you had your legs draped across his lap, and you had already eaten most of the food. Absentmindedly, his hand started to trace lazy patterns along your legs. His gaze rested on you, and when you looked up, your eyes met his. He gave you a wide smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have mayonnaise on my face?” you asked, starting to wipe your face frantically.

“Now that you mention it…” he said, pulling your legs further over his lap, bringing your upper body closer to him.

You startled a little but laughed as he looked at you proudly.

“What are you doing?”

“You really do have some mayonnaise,” he teased, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

He paused, studying you for a second, before saying, “Hmm, nope, there’s still something left,” and kissed you again — this time fully on the lips, gently stroking your cheek. You kissed him back but then pulled away.

“Don’t do that,” you whined playfully, giving him a little shove in the side.

He laughed and tilted his head.

“What’s wrong? Does it make you nervous?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, but it ruins the mood,” you said, laughing but trying to stay serious.

He gasped in mock offense and frowned.

“Wow, how am I ruining the mood?”

“We were having such a nice picnic in the car,” you grinned.

“Exactly. It’s raining outside, we’ve got food, and I’m stuck in a small space with a beautiful woman,” he said dramatically.

“All that’s missing is some music and candles to make it properly romantic,” you added sarcastically.

He sat up a little straighter.

“I don’t have candles, but I do have music,” he said proudly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening Spotify.

He played a chill playlist and set the phone down on the driver’s seat. Then he relaxed back so that your legs rested fully across his lap, making it easy for him to lean over you.

“Just so you know, I think this is very romantic,” he informed you, bumping his nose against yours.

You smiled softly and traced his lips with your fingertips before kissing him tenderly. His hand slid up your thigh and you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes nervously. He smiled warmly at you, and for a moment, your nervousness faded — until he leaned down to nibble gently at your earlobe and trailed kisses along your neck.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, threading a hand into his hair.

“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, continuing his kisses.

“I’m still a virgin,” you confessed, feeling him freeze mid-movement.

He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised.

“Really?”

You nodded quickly, feeling nervous under his gaze. His silence made your heart race.

“We don’t have to continue, you know? We can stop,” he offered gently, stroking your stomach.

“But you want to keep going,” you said skeptically.

He let out a small laugh.

“Of course I’d love to keep going, but I would never force you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You sat up and played with a strand of his hair.

“That’s not it. I do want to keep going… I just thought you should know,” you murmured shyly.

He looked at you in surprise.

“So you want to… you know.”

You giggled and nodded.

“Yes, Jaehyun. I want you to be my first.”

His cheeks flushed red, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“I, uh, feel honored.”

“Aww, am I making you nervous now?” you teased, quoting him from earlier and giving him a cheeky grin.

He rolled his eyes.

“I just want it to be special for you,” he pouted.

“I’m ready, okay? I trust you, and I’m 100% sure I want this,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.

“Are you really sure?” he asked one last time.

“Really sure,” you confirmed, smiling brightly.

He grinned widely and gently pushed you back down onto the seat, positioning himself over you.

Mark

You’re sitting next to each other on the couch. You’re watching a movie while Mark is on his phone. Over the course of a year, the two of you had become very close friends — you could talk about anything. Mark knew everything about your love life, and you knew everything about his.

He also knew that you had recently been dumped by your boyfriend and that he was the only guy you could currently stand to be around. It already helped just having him sitting next to you on the couch, even if he was just scrolling through his phone. You always enjoyed his presence, even during the quiet moments when you weren’t talking or goofing around.

You sat on your side of the couch, chewing on a pretzel stick, your eyes on the TV — though your mind kept wandering.

You hadn’t gotten very far physically with your ex; you never had sex, which would have been your first time. You had been excited because sex was something that sparked your curiosity, something you really wanted to experience. All the more angry you were when your ex ended up sleeping with a coworker.

Since then, a frustration had been building inside you, one you couldn’t even put into words.

You had reached a point where you just wanted to get it over with — for the experience. But not with just anyone. You wanted it to be someone you trusted, someone you liked, and who knew you well.

Your gaze stopped on your friend Mark, who was resting his head on one hand while scrolling through TikTok.

“Mark,” you said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm?” he replied, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes on his screen.

“Would you sleep with me?” you asked boldly.

He glanced at you, let out a short laugh, and shook his head before turning back to his phone.

When you stayed silent and kept looking at him, he froze and furrowed his brow.

“Wait, what?” he asked, blinking in confusion.

“You think I’m attractive, right?” you pressed on.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you checking out my boobs when I bent over,” you said casually.

“Okay, hey, I — uh — what is happening right now?” he stammered, finally putting his phone aside.

You sighed and turned off the TV.

“You know I’m still a virgin… and honestly, I’m so over it. I want to finally have sex, but I don’t feel like starting a whole new relationship just for that.”

“Then download Tinder or something,” he muttered.

“I want to do it with someone I trust. Someone who knows me and actually likes me. I’ve had so many bad experiences with guys that I don’t want to leave my first time up to chance,” you explained.

Mark stared at you for a moment before pulling a skeptical face.

“This is a test, right?”

“Mark,” you said, rolling your eyes in frustration.

“Do I need to show you my boobs to prove I’m serious? Because I’ll do it,” you threatened, tugging at your T-shirt.

“No!” he yelped, quickly pushing your shirt back down.

“I-I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. You want to have your first time with me? But you have other guy friends too.”

“I don’t trust any of them like I trust you. Plus, you’re cute,” you teased with a grin.

He blushed slightly and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So… what do you say?” you tried again, nudging him gently in the side.

He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully and took a deep breath, glancing around.

“So what then… here and now? Or how do you imagine this?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the more experienced one,” you shrugged.

He chuckled at your honesty and smiled briefly. Then he stood up and reached for your hand.

“Just because I’m more experienced doesn’t mean I’m good at it. But maybe we should at least move to the bedroom,” he suggested.

You smiled too, but then he looked at you seriously.

“I just need to know this is really what you want,” he said, squeezing your hand firmly.

“I want this. I really do,” you confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He looked surprised and froze for a second, then shook himself out of it and nodded.

“All right.”

Johnny

You barely made it into the hallway before Johnny slammed the door shut behind him and pressed you up against the wall. You kissed him feverishly, your hands running through his hair, while his clung tightly to your waist, tracing your skin and giving you playful squeezes.

You had met at Mark’s party, had a few too many drinks, and after an hour of intense conversation, decided to leave and get to know each other better.

“I have no idea where I’m going,” he mumbled against your lips with a grin, and you realized that you were at your place — he didn’t know the layout.

You giggled softly before grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you.

In your bedroom, you started taking off your jacket, but he beat you to it, practically yanking it off.

You stumbled a little and laughed, but he quickly caught you, laughing along before taking off his blazer as well.

You let yourself fall backward onto the bed, and he followed without hesitation, pinning your hands above your head and pressing hot kisses against your neck.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to free your hands from his grip — but he was too strong.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted against your skin before kissing you deeply again.

You smiled briefly and arched your chest up so he could reach the zipper of your dress.

When he pulled the top half down, he sat back for a second, shaped his fingers like a camera, and said,

“Mental picture.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down toward you.

But he pulled away again, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. When you finally felt his skin against yours, heat flooded through your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He ground his hips against your pelvis, and you bit your lip to stifle a sound.

Satisfied, he grinned and let his hand rest against your neck, stroking your skin with his fingertips.

He kissed you once more and then looked at you, asking,

“Do you have condoms here?”

Your face fell at the question, and with growing horror, you realized you didn’t have any.

You were still a virgin and definitely hadn’t been prepared for tonight. You were on the pill, but you had only just started taking it about a week ago, and you weren’t even sure how reliable it was yet.

“Uh…” you began awkwardly, and he glanced down at himself.

“I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill—”

“I-I’ve only been on the pill for about a week,” you stammered, flustered.

He grew more alert, raising an eyebrow.

“But you’ve done this before, right?”

You searched for the right words, but your face already gave you away.

“Oh,” Johnny said, surprised, and moved away from you.

“So what? I’m still a virgin. Are you seriously going to tell me that’s a problem?” you snapped, frustrated by his reaction, feeling stupid.

Johnny knelt in front of you and ran his hand through his hair.

“I honestly can’t do this,” he admitted.

“Seriously? You do realize that it’s completely my choice when I want to lose my virginity, right? And it’s none of your business why I waited. But fine, if it makes you that uncomfortable or embarrassed that I’m still a virgin — whatever. Leave,” you said sharply, pulling your dress back up.

He sighed and tilted his head.

“It’s not embarrassing that you’re a virgin,” he explained calmly.

“But your first time shouldn’t be a one-night stand… and definitely not while drunk.”

“I’m not even drunk,” you protested, offended.

He gave you a gentle shove, and you wobbled slightly.

“Stop it,” you hissed at him but sank back into the pillows with a huff.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance.

Johnny chuckled softly and leaned over you again to kiss you gently.

“I think it’s cool that you’re still a virgin. But I’m not the right guy for your first time — not under these circumstances,” he explained.

You tried to hide your disappointment and shrugged.

“Fine. Are you going to call yourself a cab then?”

He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on.

As he saw you sitting there on the bed, he gave you a crooked smile and grabbed a pen from your desk.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

You hesitated but then reached out to him. He scribbled something down for a moment.

“That’s my number. If you’re sober and still think this is a good idea, call me,” he offered with a warm smile.

You looked down at the messy numbers on your hand and cleared your throat.

“I’m not promising anything.”

“I know,” he said with a wink before leaving your bedroom.

Jungwoo

This feels so good,” you sigh dreamily as you sit at the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water.

Jungwoo sits beside you, his legs also submerged, enjoying the calm and the coolness of the water.

The two of you had snuck into the outdoor pool after closing hours to cool off on such a hot day.

You watch your toes wiggle under the surface, then an idea strikes you. You pull your legs out of the water and stand up.

“What are you doing?” Jungwoo asks curiously.

“This isn’t enough for me,” you grin, pulling your T-shirt over your head.

He watches you with wide eyes as you strip down to just your bra and panties, hands resting on your hips.

“Are you coming in too?”

“What if we get caught? We won’t exactly be able to just run away,” he says, sounding thoughtful — though his attention is completely fixed on you.

You pause for a second, then shrug before reaching behind your back to undo your bra.

You toss it at him with a mischievous grin.

Jungwoo laughs briefly, clearly not believing what he’s seeing, as you step out of your panties and jump into the water.

When you resurface, you shoot him a challenging look, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Coming in?”

He watches you for a moment, then grins and slowly gets up, starting to strip off his clothes.

Just as he’s about to jump in, you call out to him.

“Didn’t you forget something?”

He glances down at himself and notices he’s still wearing his boxers.

“Equal rights for everyone,” you tease, splashing a little water in his direction.

Jungwoo blushes slightly, fingers hesitating at the waistband before he takes a deep breath and pulls them down as well.

You can’t help but sneak a glance, grinning triumphantly as he finally jumps into the water and swims over to you.

You feel his hands at your waist as he surfaces, running a hand through his wet hair.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he pulls you into his lap.

“If I end up naked in jail because of you, I swear I’m going to kill you,” he laughs softly before you kiss him, your fingers threading through his damp hair.

Jungwoo gently pushes you backward until your back meets the edge of the pool.

You gasp for air briefly before pulling him into another passionate kiss. His arms are locked around your legs, holding you tightly against him.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses along your neck, his fingers gliding over your skin.

You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, moving your hips against his, feeling him slowly harden.

“Jungwoo,” you breathe, your fingers trailing down his back.

He growls softly at the sensation of your nails and playfully bites your skin.

“Jungwoo,” you say again, more insistently this time.

The water ripples around you as you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I— I want this… I want you… but I’m still a virgin,” you confess.

He looks at you, surprised, but says nothing for a moment.

Instead, he gently strokes your thighs, his expression unsure.

“And you’re sure you want this? Here?” he asks, concerned.

You smile brightly and kiss him quickly.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I really, really want this,” you whisper.

“But wouldn’t it be nicer—” he begins, but you cut him off with another kiss.

“It’s perfect. Honestly. I couldn’t imagine a better moment — or anyone I’d rather experience this with,” you tell him softly.

He looks at you for another moment, then brushes a wet strand of hair from your face and kisses you deeply.

He lifts you slightly, pressing you even closer to him, and you gasp softly as he mutters a quiet curse under his breath

Yuta

The sun was slowly setting as you and Yuta settled on the rooftop with a few blankets, a bottle of wine, and some food to enjoy the view.

It had been your idea — Yuta had had a long, exhausting day, and you wanted him to relax. You knew how hard he worked and thought he deserved some peace and quiet at your place.

The sky was already glowing red as you rested your head against his shoulder, absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his arm.

“This is nice,” you sighed.

When you didn’t get a response, you turned your head toward him.

“Yuta?”

Still no answer.

When you carefully lifted your head, you discovered your boyfriend had fallen asleep.

You chuckled softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, which woke him up.

He frowned in confusion for a second, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw you, he smiled warmly.

“Should we go back inside? You should get some real sleep,” you suggested, starting to get up, but he pulled you back down against him.

“No, five more minutes,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

He smelled incredible — that perfect, natural scent he always had without needing any cologne.

You inhaled deeply and kissed his collarbone softly.

“Oh, thanks,” he teased, grinning mischievously, and you pinched his arm.

“It’s unfair how good you smell naturally,” you mumbled against his shirt.

“Really? I think it’s pretty practical,” he said with a smug tone.

You rolled your eyes but kissed his collarbone again.

“How is that even possible? You come straight from training, eat greasy food, hang out with a bunch of guys, and you still smell heavenly,” you said in disbelief, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“It’s the testosterone. Drives women crazy,” he grinned cheekily.

“I hope you’re only talking about one woman,” you warned him playfully.

“Of course,” he laughed, kissing you sweetly.

You smiled into the kiss, then stood up briefly, making him look at you in confusion.

But you simply sat down in his lap, kissing him again — this time with more passion.

He seemed a little surprised but quickly pulled you tightly against him as you kissed along his neck, his hand slipping into your hair.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly, his voice already a little rough.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered back, sliding your fingers under his shirt.

Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he closed his eyes briefly before leaning into you so your chest was pressed against his.

“You better control yourself. You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered with a crooked smile.

You returned his smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Good.”

He looked slightly startled, and you took his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly.

“There’s something you don’t know about me,” you admitted softly, making him look at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed, his heartbeat speeding up.

“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, feeling embarrassed.

He stared at you silently for a few seconds before leaning back a little to look you over.

“Really?”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

“Is… is that a problem for you?” you asked nervously.

He laughed and shook his head.

“To be honest…” he began, placing his hands firmly on your thighs.

You gasped in surprise at his strong grip, instinctively pressing your chest against him.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever told me,” he added with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows.

“Really?” you asked, shocked.

“Absolutely. And if you’re really sure you want to do this… I’m definitely not going to say no.

But I need you to be sure,” he warned you, brushing your cheek gently.

You thought for a moment, looked around, and bit your lip.

“Let’s stay up here,” you said.

“Seriously?” he laughed.

You giggled, pulling your top over your head and tossing it at him.

“It’s supposed to be special, right?” you said with a wicked grin.

Haechan

The party had been over for about half an hour. It was four in the morning, and almost everyone was either passed out or had disappeared with their hookups.

Johnny had offered you his bed earlier, but once he met your friend, it was clear he’d be needing it himself.

So here you were, sitting on the couch with a glass of water in your hand, trying to counter your inevitable hangover while staring blankly ahead.

You weren’t exactly tired yet — just very drunk. Damn Johnny and his persuasive ways.

You heard a noise and looked up.

Haechan stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. When he saw you, he gave a small wave and a nod.

“Hey.”

“Hey, where did you come from?” you asked, surprised.

“I fell asleep on the balcony chair. Nearly froze my ass off,” he said, rubbing his arms.

“You know if there’s a free room where no one’s having sex?” he asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” you grinned.

He sighed and glanced at your phone.

“Can I borrow your phone? I’ll call a cab.”

You looked around briefly and shifted on the couch.

“You can just take the couch. It’s too late to call a cab anyway.”

“No way, it’d be rude to kick you off,” he shook his head.

“I meant we could share the couch. You think I’m gonna sleep on the floor?” you asked, feigning offense.

“Is that really okay?”

“Shut up and sit down,” you grumbled.

He plopped down beside you and ran a hand through his hair.

“Did I miss much?”

“Honestly, I didn’t even know you were here,” you admitted with a laugh.

He grinned and pinched your side.

“Where’s Johnny?”

“With my friend in his bed… you know,” you said, smirking.

“Oh,” he said, surprised, glancing down the hallway.

“Damn.”

“What?”

“I thought he’d be hooking up with you,” he said casually.

You frowned, confused.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“Oh god — we — no… just no. Johnny and I are good friends. That’s it. He’s really not my type,” you said quickly, scrunching up your nose.

Haechan scoffed, and although he reeked slightly of alcohol, he seemed more or less coherent.

“Can’t blame him though. Wish I hadn’t fallen asleep; maybe I’d be in a room right now too,” he sighed dramatically.

You rolled your eyes and patted his thigh.

“Poor guy,” you said sarcastically.

“Hey, you have no idea how rough it is,” he protested, biting his lip.

“I miss it — that physical closeness. There’s nothing better than feeling a woman’s warm body against yours, her soft skin under your hands while you explore her body, pressing her close, kissing her neck, feeling her melt under you, making her feel like she’s pure perfection. Even when you’re both sweating, bodies burning up… that feeling is indescribable,” he sighed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Only now did you realize you hadn’t even blinked.

Haechan’s words echoed in your head, and your grip on your glass tightened.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing part of his chest, a few beads of sweat glistening on his skin.

You bit your lip, your breathing getting a little faster.

When Haechan waved his hand in front of your face, you snapped out of your trance.

“What?” you asked, startled.

“I said, are you okay?” he repeated, confused.

You stared at him for a while, took a sip of your water, and then set the glass on the coffee table.

You turned toward him, taking a deep breath.

“Haechan?”

“Hm ?”

“Do you want to have sex?”

“I mean, did you even listen to me? I can barely hold it together. I’m dying here,” he scoffed.

You mustered all your courage and cleared your throat.

“I mean with me. Do you want to have sex with me?”

“What?” he laughed, but when he saw the serious look on your face, his smile faded.

“You’re serious?”

“The thing is, um… I don’t have much experience,” you admitted, your voice raspy, swallowing hard, “but everything you said earlier… it really got to me. And you were right. I want that too.”

He looked you up and down, thinking for a moment.

“Or am I that awful?” you asked, hurt, glancing down at yourself.

“No,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his head.

“Quite the opposite… it’s just — I have to ask, since we’ve been drinking — are you really sure you want this?” he asked uncertainly.

You nodded, shrugging slightly.

“So, are you just all talk, or can you actually back it up?” you teased him with a smirk.

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow.

“You tell me,” he said, pulling you roughly into his lap.

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melanated-writersblock · 3 months ago

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[Rockstar!Yuta x BlackFem!Rockstar!Reader]

content: piv, fingering (f!recieving), oral (f!recieving)

a/n: ion know I feel like this is lowkey vanilla BUT WHO CARES TUMBLR NEEDS NAKAMOTO YUTA CRUMBS. YUTAMIS COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!!

*knock!*

*KNOCK!*

“What are you doing in there?! The band is on in fifteen minutes!!!”

Your manager bangs on your dressing room door trying to keep everything in order.

“I’m coming!” You inhale sharply,

“Everybody’s in position and the crowd is already rowdy-”

“FUCK! I said I’m coming!!!”

You brace your hands against the vanity mirror, with the side of your face flush against the cold glass. Yuta laughs at your response with a fist full of your blue and black braids wrapped around his hands as he fucks into you.

“I’m cummingggg~” Yuta leans in closer to your ear, mocking you shamelessly. And you can’t even scold him, in fear of drawing attention to the fact that you’re busy getting railed by your co-headliner.

“I need you out of there in ten minutes. Move your ass.” your manager stalks off, no longer on the other side of the door.

“Fuck, she’s moving it alright.” Yuta smacks your ass as you rock your hips back on him to meet his pace. “Fuckkk that feels so fucking good, are you always this cock hungry before a set?”

Your legs start to shake as your climax you warned about begins to wash over you. Yuta covers your mouth as your muffled cries get louder. “Shhh. Shhhhhh. I knowwww~ I knowwww. Shhhhh!” You lean your head back against his shoulder, his hand still stifling your whines. “If you’re gonna cum on my dick you have to be a good girl and do it quietly.” You shudder as Yuta works you through your second orgasm prolifically. Fast enough where your high is dragged out for what feels like minutes, but slow and deep enough to feel every detail and inch of him. Like it would be engraved in you somehow.

Neither of you want to admit it, but after your band went on tour and he opened for you, and you fucked him……And then he went on tour, and your band opened for him, and then he fucked you…..And you both started booking festivals, and being in the same lineups, and fucking each other…..it kind of became a ritual. You’d either fuck before either set to fight the nerves, or fuck afterward to keep the adrenaline going.

“Turn around and sit on the desk for me.”

You swiftly lift your skirt before sitting on the vanity and lean back against the mirror. Yuta takes in the state of you, smiling as the warm glow of the vanity lights make your running eyeliner and smeared lipstick look sacrilegiously angelic. He runs his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider, massaging circles into your soft flesh as his hand disappears under your skirt. He toys with your clit for a moment before retreating to spit on his fingers and replacing them again.

Lewd squelching noises get louder as Yuta had began thrusting his middle and ring finger in you at a deliciously fast pace. “Oooh that feels so good~”, “Uh-huh?” “Yesss~” “Yeahhh, you like it when I finger fuck this pussy don’t you?” “Yes I do like it!” Your voice filled with pleading and desperation, “Aww, I like when you get all needy right when you’re about to cum.” his voice filled with desperation and sincerity.

In all the years Yuta has known you, there was this impenetrable wall that you had up. Maybe it was for the fans, so that it didn’t become all too much. Maybe it was for the media, so their ignorance regarding what genre of music they think you belong in didn’t get to you. Or maybe it was for him, so he doesn’t get too attached to you. But in those moments when he’s bringing you pleasure, Yuta feels just that much closer to you lowering your guards. Just that much closer to you being vulnerable around him, even if it’s primarily sexual.

“Open up for me, come on~” Yuta continued to finger you, his digits curling at just the right spot turning you into a whimpering mess, and nearly shutting your brain off. “Come onnn cum for meee~” “Fuck I’m so close Yuta oh my Goddd~” “Close?” “Yes I’m so fucking close!” “Aww are my fingers not enough for you to cum?” “Fuckkk Yuta I can’t~” “You can’t?” “I can’t!” Desperate to see you come undone for him, Yuta hooks his arms around your thighs and yanks you to the edge of the vanity, hiking the back of your knees on his shoulders. Your pussy on full display for him, he spits on your cunt before leaning down to burry his face in you. Your head falls back in a silent scream, threatening to become vocal. “Mm-mnn. Donnn’t.” Yuta demands, still muffled between your shaking legs. You steady your breathing as you feel the tip of his tongue dance along the entrance of your leaking cunt, flicking and prodding every so often before trailing back up to kiss your clit. “Oh my God~” “Yeah?” In mere seconds, your climax washes over you deafeningly as Yuta’s mouth works you through it, lapping up your juices. “Ohhh fuckkk!” “Mmmh?” he moans, sending a vibration through your core that makes you shake uncontrollably.

You clock out for a second or two….or several…not realizing until your vision is readjusting to the brightness of your surroundings. “Wooo, okay! I got you.” Yuta rubs your thighs soothingly before helping you to your feet to fix your clothes. “Manager’s probably circling back soon, so…” You turn to the mirror, fixing your makeup but opting to keep the eyeliner unfixed and running. A stroke of creative freedom. You take in your renewed stoic appearance for a moment before looking over at Yuta standing behind you. “Thank you…..for this.” You smile softly at his reflection, and he returns it warmly, “Anytime.”

Heavy footsteps approach your dressing room door. Your manager clears their throat preparing to bang on the door, but before their fist can make contact with the hardwood, the door flys open.

“She said she’s coming.”

Yuta glares at your manager, brushing past them as he steps out of your dressing room. You mouth a sincere “Thank you” as he turns to you one final time,

“Go out there and crush it.”

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sunshyni · 14 days ago

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like a rockstar

Yuta é o maior mentiroso que você já conheceu, mas dessa vez ele foi contra a mentira do boato da faculdade — pronto pra te mostrar uma coisa rosinha que, com certeza, não era só os lábios dele

w.c | 0.8k

notinha da Sun | eu ainda não morri KKKKKK Tô mais sumida do que o normal porque tá chegando as provas e eu tô maluca 🥴

Fact about me: futuramente eu quero ser tão gostosa a ponto de ser o tipo desse homem, aff 😢 Toda pessoa que tem esse homem como utt é extremamente gostosa, vocês têm a minha admiração 🙏

Você ajeitou o chapéu rosa de cowgirl, a respiração ligeiramente acelerada. Seus olhos deslizavam de vez em quando para a mão de Yuta, que acariciava sua coxa nua por baixo do shortinho. A cabine de fotos era pequena demais para acomodar vocês dois, e por isso você estava sentada em seu colo. Ele te mantinha ali, firme, com um braço ao redor da sua cintura, enquanto a outra mão explorava lentamente a sua pele. Fingindo concentração, você mexia nas configurações da câmera, prestes a programar as fotografias.

— Tá pronto? — você perguntou, virando o rosto em sua direção… e se surpreendendo com o quão próximos estavam.

Yuta te olhou. Você sustentou o olhar. O coração acelerou ainda mais — a ponto de parecer que desmaiaria nos braços dele. Deus, ele era irresistível. Se fosse um doce, você comeria até os farelinhos.

— Cê sabia que eu nunca beijei antes? — ele disse, e você quase riu na cara dele. Quase. Porque havia uma seriedade em seu olhar que te fez hesitar. No lugar do riso, veio um sorriso nervoso. Yuta Nakamoto era o melhor mentiroso que você já conheceu — e, sem dúvida, o único que conseguia te dobrar tão fácil.

— Para de ser bobo — você retrucou, tentando acertá-lo com um tapinha. Vocês não eram exatamente namorados, pelo menos não até aquele instante. Viviam entre flertes, toques inocentes… nada além. O que era estranho, considerando o quão descolado e seguro de si ele parecia. Você suspeitava que ele não fosse tão “inocente” quanto fingia. — Eu fiquei sabendo…

Você começou, mas ficou com vergonha de continuar. Yuta sorriu, brincando com seu queixo quando você desviou o olhar. Você se acomodou de propósito no colo dele. A verdade? Nem sabia se deveria se aconchegar ou sair correndo. Yuta era perigoso. Do tipo que deixava o corpo mole e a mente caótica.

— Sabendo do quê?

— Ah… é bobagem — você murmurou, levando as mãos ao rosto. Mas ele não deixou. Afastou suas mãos, empurrou suavemente o chapéu que impedia o acesso ao seu rosto. Era difícil encarar seus olhos e não querer se perder neles. Difícil resistir quando o desejo parecia escorrer pelos olhares trocados.

— Do seu piercing… — você completou, num sussurro.

Yuta adorou o rubor que tingiu suas bochechas. E quando você tentou fugir novamente, ele te segurou com mais firmeza. Você queria desaparecer. Sumir da frente dele. Mas, ao mesmo tempo, queria ficar exatamente onde estava.

— E onde cê acha que esse piercing tá? — ele provocou, e você engoliu seco. Virou o rosto na direção dele. Yuta tocou sua pele com carinho, os dedos deslizando pela lateral do rosto, descendo pelo pescoço. Uma carícia gostosa no centro da garganta fez você engolir de novo — e ele sentiu o movimento com o polegar.

Ele foi se aproximando, milímetro por milímetro. Seus olhos alternavam entre os dele, semicerrados de desejo, e os lábios dele, bonitos, convidativos. Quando finalmente te beijou, foi suave… como uma folha seca que cai no início da primavera.

Não havia nada de amador naquele beijo. Nenhuma hesitação. Quando ele te virou para que ficasse de frente, com as pernas envolvendo seu quadril, foi como entrar no paraíso. O beijo esquentou. A língua dele invadiu sua boca, incendiando tudo. A mão pressionou sua cintura, subiu por baixo da camisetinha, e um arrepio percorreu sua espinha. Você ajustou a postura no colo dele, sem querer o moendo, e Yuta soltou um gemido baixinho dentro da sua boca.

— Cê nunca beijou, né? — você perguntou, a voz suave, quando ele se afastou com os olhos ainda fechados e um sorriso nascendo nos lábios. Você retribuiu o gesto, beijando sua bochecha, enquanto sua mão se encaixava na nuca dele.

— Eu sabia que cê ia me achar inexperiente — ele murmurou, provocador, apertando você contra si. Mordeu sua bochecha com carinho, a mão subiu mais um pouco sob sua camiseta… e você definitivamente não reclamaria se ela alcançasse o fecho do seu sutiã. Ele podia fingir toda a inexperiência do mundo — e você não se importaria nem um pouco.

— Ainda lembra da minha pergunta? — ele retomou.

Você desviou o olhar, sorrindo. Era um boato que tinha ouvido na faculdade. Não queria repetir em voz alta. Se sentia ridícula por aquilo. Mas seus olhos se arregalaram quando ele puxou levemente a própria camiseta para cima, e, por um segundo, você achou que ele colocaria a mão no cinto. Yuta riu da sua reação.

— É piercing no umbigo, bobinha — ele disse, rindo.

Você enterrou o rosto no pescoço dele, envergonhada. Ridícula. Mas também sorrindo, achando tudo divertido… e completamente feliz. Você ainda podia sentir os lábios dele nos seus. Ainda estava lá, naquela primeira dança entre línguas e suspiros.

Yuta procurou seu rosto, querendo te ver. E, com a boca próxima ao seu ouvido, sussurrou com um sorriso de canto:

— Mas, ó… você não precisa inventar desculpa de piercing pra ver a pontinha de uma coisa rosinha…

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ruwriteshours · 2 years ago

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PROVE MY LOVEִ ࣪𖤐 (L.D.H)

↳ pairing: lee donghyuck (haechan) + fem! reader

↳ genre: slight angst, fluff, smut

↳ summary: Being used to second choice, what difference does it make when Haechan were to confess. You would be second choice to him too anyways... right?

↳ warning: sexual content (minors dni)

The moon beamed across your features, the light illuminating your face as your eyes sparkled underneath the night sky. Humming contently at the cold breeze as you basked yourself in your padded jacket, your legs bouncing slightly from the coolness.

In Haechan's eyes, you were more beautiful than ever, his heart kept fluttering too much that he had to compose himself.

This was it.

This will finally be the moment that he gets to build the courage to confess his undying love for you. Months after months of late night hang-outs, the not-so-subtle glances and the longing looks. This couldn't have been more right.

Unbeknownst to the lovesick boy, Cupid was no where near his sight that day.

"I love you." He breathed out, your name escaped his lips shortly after.

You paused.

Haechan bit his lip in anticipation, the fear crept through his face at the thought of rejection.

His heart shattered when he saw you stood up from the wooden bench beside him, the fear was slowly becoming a reality when you uttered,

"I'm sorry, Haechan but I don't feel the same way." And with that, you walked off.

After the humiliating rejection, you would have assumed that Haechan would do anything to avoid your presence from now on.

However, the persistent boy was full of suprises.

In fact, he was more determined than ever. He was becoming more bold with his actions every passing day. Day after day, he would wait for you outside the practice room, send you small bouquet of flowers and refuses to leave your sight, clinging onto you. Not to mention, that his touches and teases would increasing grow more suggestive, leaving you with crimson-coloured cheeks as you shoved him away to shield your nervous state.

Overtime, it became hard for you to convince your friends that you and Haechan are merely friends. They all saw right through you. You were in denial. The thought of someone ever being willing to devote to you was... frightening. You didn't want to believe it and you needed Haechan to stop what he was doing before you get your hopes up too soon... again.

"This needs to stop, Haechan." You faced him, your legs were seated across as you watched him falter at your words.

"Stop what." He asked stubbornly.

You sigh exaggeratedly, "You know what I'm talking about." You gestured your hands between the both of you, "This, whatever you're doing. You have to stop!"

"Nah, I'm good." He shrugged off before resuming his attention back on the TV.

"This isn't a joke, Haechan. I'm serious." You stated firmly.

"So am I." He retorted.

You could see his fist tightened as his eyes refused to meet yours. Deep down, he was just in denial as much as you. You needed him to understand he was better off. Mustering up the courage, you finally decide to tell him the truth.

"I've never been honest with the guys I've dated." You spoke up.

You didn't miss the way his ears perked up at the topic. You were always very private with your love life and you were never one to share it openly, even when someone were to ask. So the fact you were even willing to share this part of your life with him, only fed to his delusional thoughts that he could have this chance with you.

Just this once.

He hummed in acknowledgement, urging you to continue as he picked up the remote control to turn the screen off. Facing his direction towards you as he eyed you intently.

You gulped at his intense gaze, "The guys I have dated," You paused, nervousness laced in your voice.

Haechan seemed to notice as he gently held you hand and drew circles on your palm, humming once again for you to carry on. Despite being eager with your response, he was attentive and patient with you. He knew that it must be hard so he decided not to push it. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at the action.

He was making it hard for you.

"All of them, fall out of love. One day, we were perfect for each other and there was even a time I genuinely thought we would last, but then," You sigh shakily, "The next, they told me that they found their true love and left."

Haechan tried to process that information. His heart clenched in sorrow and anger. He was deeply upset that you had to go through so much pain in your past relationships but he was also frustated that the guys you have dated had no idea how wonderful and beautiful you were. He would give away everything to take their place and it sickened him at the thought that they had thrown away the most precious girl in his eyes.

They don't deserve you as much as him and he was going to do whatever it takes to prove to you. To prove his love to you. He needs to show you how much you deserve it.

He was about to utter your name when you beat him to it.

"Haechan, I'm not saying that you'll be like this but I'm not gonna risk to find out." You let out, finally having those months of dreadfulness being lift off.

You loved Haechan just as dearly, if not more. But you couldn't risk damaging your already-broken heart once more. It was too much. You didn't want to have the same occurence happening over and over again. Afterall, you couldn't be Haechan's true love... right?

"I hope you don't take this rejection to heart, you'll find someone better." You comforted, patting his shoulders.

His head hung low and he was dead silent. A million thought ran through his mind and you could sense it. You feared that one of them was agreeing to your words. That you're unworthful of his love and that he shouldn't have wasted his time on you.

Those agonising thoughts haunted you and you sincerely hoped that you had made the right decision to tell him. It was better than to let him think you were his. He was bound to be with anyone else but you.

His prolonged silence only confirmed your theory and you try to not let it get to you.

Little did you know, in Haechan's case, you were dead wrong.

Now, you think it's time to depart. You have already said what was needed to and there wasn't anything left for you to give. With a heavy heart, you picked up your steps and began making your way towards the door to his apartment.

However, just a couple steps further, you were pulled towards his figure and engulfed in a tight embrace. Your heart yearned for this feeling, your heartbeat accelerating as you tried to ignore the surging feeling of reciprocating the hug.

His arms were wrapped around your waist as his head was nuzzled at the crook of your neck. This warm feeling made your head fuzzy. Never had you felt such emotions from a simple hug.

Much to your dismay, he pulled away but still kept a grip on your waist as if he was afraid that you would disappear from his life if he didn't do so.

"I am so in love with you." He stated, staring into my eyes with such fondness, "And I would rather die than to have anyone else that is not you. I don't want someone better. I don't care if someon better ends up coming into my life. I want you and only you." He wholeheartedly confessed.

"Haechan..." You trailed off,

He picked up the uncertainty laced in your tone, "I know it may be a lot to take in but I've been in love with you for the longest time. I'm crazy about you. Even if you don't want to be with me, please don't push me away." He pleaded.

Your heart couldn't handle such an emotional turmoil that your only instict was to grab his face and smash your lips against his. He steered back slightly from shock but quickly recovered as he began wrapping his arms around you tightly. Tip-toeing your feet to reduce the strain on his neck, the both of you deepened the kiss further. The kiss was full of affection and tender, feeling no need to rush into this act of intimacy. You could feel the genuinity from the way he took his time exploring your mouth.

He was hesitant, experimenting his tongue as it glided against yours softly. His hands moved lower and began circling softly around your hip-bone. Your hands began to wonder from his neck to his hair, tugging it slightly. He groaned at the pressure and began harshly biting your lips to part them, only to shove his tongue further down. You moaned at immense pleasure. Bending down slightly to pick you up by your legs as it immediately wrapped around his waist, both of you refusing to leave each other's lips as he led his way to his bedroom.

The kiss got progressively rough as he pushed you up against the door to his room, successfully slamming the door shut. You whimpered at the slight agression, a little turned on by his dominant side that you have never seen before.

His hands gripped onto your thighs to support your weight as he pushed his pelvis near your area. Both of you moaning at the insatiable feeling. A look of hunger took over Haechan as he began eyeing your clothes, ripping off every one of your clothes until your left bare. The feeling felt foreign and you couldn't help but felt a wave of insecurity flashed through you, ducking your head from his eyes as you gulped nervously.

Haechan wouldn't have none of it, though.

Gripping your jaw, he smashed his lips against yours. "Look at me." He demanded as he began trailing his kisses down your neck.

You couldn't help but obey his command, those piercing eyes made it difficult for you to not listen. He began throwing you onto his bed, the impact made you bounce slightly. He quickly hovered over your body, his lips attached to yours once again as his hand played with your breast, You moaned loudly against his mouth. Gripping onto his shoulder tightly as you began arching your back against him, wanting to feel more of him. Your hands found its way to his shirt and you began yanking it, hoping he would get the message. Thankfully, he got the hint and began removing his clothes one by one.

It has now dawned on you of what was happening and you couldn't help but feel the nervousness creep back in. Haechan seem to notice it as he paused, grabbing both sides of your face to make look at him.

"Do you want this?" He asked gently, his actions coming onto a halt.

His other hand is caressing your thighs while he awaits for your answer, being patient with the way you took your time. You couldn't detect any annoyance or anger laced in his voice. This time, you could feel your nerves dissipating at his question and you nodded, turning your head to the the side to kiss his warm hands.

"Yes." You answered honestly.

That was more than enough for him as he continued with his ministrations.

His hand made its way to your private area, sliding the panties down to make contact with your clit. You let out a pornographic moan when he collected all your juices and rubbed it together. You covered your mouth, embarassed that you had let out an erotic sound but Haechan held your wrist, stopping you.

"Let me hear you, babe." If it was even possible, your insides grew more wetter by the sudden nickname and you couldn't help but moan even louder.

"H-Haechan, a-ah!"

He continued to make motions with his fingers on your clit, slowly adding in another finger in hopes to find your sweet spot. When you whined and began grinding against his hand, he knew he had successfully found it and began removing his hands completely, preventing you from reaching your orgasm.

Before you could complain, he slowly laid you back down onto the bed, moving to the side of his desk to open up the drawer. He took out a condom and began ripping the wrapper with his teeth. He looked up to meet your eyes, silently giving you the chance to back out but you could only moan out his name, encouraging him further.

As he began lining up the condom, he stared into your eyes as he slowly inserted his dick inside your tight hole. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling. He gave you a few seconds to gather yourself before you began arching your back, silently begging him to move. His thrust began slow and steady, not wanting to hurt you but as you began to tug on his hair and suck on his neck, he couldn't help but pick up the pace.

"A-Ah! Haechan. Feels so good!" You mewled.

"God! You're so- fucking tight!" He groaned.

You started to move your lips against him, your legs wrapped around his waist to push him even further inside. The pace got rougher and the both of you could feel an orgasm coming soon.

"H-Haechan, i'm about to c-cum!" You yelled out in pleasure.

"M-Me too, babe!"

His thrust began more sloppy as he pulled you into another kiss, both of your saliva mixing with one another. A drool dripped down your chin as you began sucking on his tongue, the kiss was more messier and needier now that both of your orgasm are nearing.

Both of you let out a moan when you had reached your climax.

Laying down on your side, both you and Haechan laid there in silence. Letting those event lingered in your minds, the more you think of it, the more you began to feel more giddy.

"That was..." Haechan broke the silence, trailing off.

"Amazing." You finished off, turning your head to the side to face him.

His eyes had already been staring into yours and he slowly inched his way closer to give you a long, passionate kiss. You returned it with just as much intensity.

He broke the kiss, "Look, I don't want to force you or anything but I really want to be with you." He caressed your cheek lovingly, "Fuck those guys you've dated, they don't know how beautiful and precious you are."

You blushed at his words, looking away.

He gripped your chin, "I'm serious. I'll do anything to prove my love to you."

You began cupping his neck, kissing the side of his face lightly as you snuggled your face up to his neck. Haechan wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, both of you drifting to sleep under each other's presence.

Little did he know, he had proven his love for you already and it was about damn time you open your heart up to someone.

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edenesth · 2 years ago

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How I Met Your Mother

Pairing: husband!Yuta x wife!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: An innocent question from your eight-year-old son takes you and your husband on a trip down memory lane, nearly a decade ago. You both recount the story of how you first met, where Yuta heroically rescued you from an attempted abduction.

A/N: Based on a dream I had of Yuta, I just knew I had to write about it.

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"Mama, papa, how exactly did the two of you first meet?"

Your son, Yuki, was going through an old photo album mainly filled with photos of you and your husband before he was born.

Seeing the younger versions of his parents suddenly piqued his curiosity, making him realise that neither you nor Yuta had ever shared the story of how you initially crossed paths.

Yuta beamed, pulling you closer as you both fondly watched your son flip through the carefully curated album, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. It must have been fascinating for him to catch a glimpse of his parents' lives before his existence.

As memories of your first encounter flooded your thoughts, you couldn't help scrunching up your face, earning a chuckle from your husband as he planted an affectionate kiss on the side of your head.

The way you and he first met wasn't exactly a pleasant memory for you, despite Yuta occasionally bringing it up to brag and tease you about being your knight in shining armour.

It was an unforgettable experience, to say the least.

Although it had been borderline traumatic for you, it was the spark that ignited Yuta's protective instincts whenever it came to you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile gracing your lips, while your husband cleared his throat eagerly, excited to finally share the story of the beginning of your love story with your son.

"Yuki, my boy, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to grow up enough to ask about this."

Your son burst into laughter at his dad's dramatic tone, the exchanged knowing glances between his parents only fueling his curiosity about the story.

"Oh boy, here we go again." You joked but leaned in closer, snuggling into your husband's shoulder, your heart fluttering as he instinctively tightened his hold around you.

"Alright, let's see... It all began one night about ten years ago..."

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you continued to distance yourself from the unfamiliar man who had been suspiciously following you for what felt like hours.

It took a while before you realised what was happening.

Perhaps it was your own fault for choosing to go stock up on groceries all alone at this time of the night. Sure, your neighbourhood wasn't necessarily the safest, but at least there hadn't been any crazy crime stories from around the area as of yet.

Well, it looks like I might be the first one.

Clutching your shopping bags tightly, you opted for yet another detour, determined not to lead this stranger back to your home, where he could potentially abduct you or worse, have his way with you, without anyone ever finding out.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, as you imagined all the horrifying scenarios that might unfold tonight. Panic coursed through your veins and you couldn't afford to waste another minute.

Hastily, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialled your housemate's number, praying for a lifeline. The ringing felt like an eternity, but it was met with frustrating silence.

Shit, she's not picking up.

You cursed under your breath, clutching your phone tighter, and decided to try other coworkers you knew living around the area. The calls all ended up going to voicemail or, in the best-case scenario, were met with an endless ring.

It was a weeknight, and everyone must be sound asleep.

Your trembling hands struggled to maintain a steady grip on your phone as you felt the stranger drawing closer from behind. The footsteps echoed ominously in the deserted night.

Desperation took over, and you tried dialling another number, your best friend's, hoping he might miraculously be awake. The harsh reality was that everyone seemed to be lost in deep slumber, oblivious to your perilous situation.

Fear gripped your heart as you finally accepted your fate. The stranger's presence loomed closer, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was almost as if god finally heard your prayers.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled upon a man who appeared to be stepping out of his apartment to throw out the trash. He was now on his way back, his back turned to you as he approached the entrance. Your eyes widened in alarm at the sight of this opportunity, and you knew you had to seize it.

With your heart lurching in your chest, you sprinted towards the man, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder, and you knew the stranger was chasing you.

You reached the man, your trembling hand gripping his arm, and he snapped to look at you in surprise, "Babe! I called you like a million times, why didn't you answer any of my calls?" You cried out, desperately hoping he'd play along.

Confusion crossed his face.

Much to your chagrin, he began to protest that he didn't know you. But it only took a moment for his gaze to shift from your panicked expression to the strange man skidding to a stop just a few feet behind you.

Seeing the menace in your pursuer's eyes, you whispered shakily, "P-please... please help me. He's been following me for a while now."

The urgency in your voice and the fear in your eyes conveyed the gravity of the situation, and the man's protective instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he nodded and took a step closer to you.

He smiled reassuringly at you, giving your arm a supportive squeeze, "I'm Yuta. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." He whispered into your ear, his words providing a small semblance of comfort. You nodded appreciatively, grateful for his intervention.

Yuta immediately stepped into the role you assigned him, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I must've left my phone on mute again." He said, loud enough for the stranger to hear as he pushed you protectively behind him.

Turning to the stranger, he raised a questioning brow and confronted him with a calm but assertive tone, "How may I help you, sir?" Yuta's stance conveyed his readiness to protect you.

You expected the stranger to take the hint, to leave you alone now that your supposed "boyfriend" was around.

But what happened next was unexpected.

The creep didn't appear to be intimidated; instead, he smirked in disbelief, "Don't kid yourself," He sneered, "I know she's not your girlfriend. Just mind your business, step aside, and no one has to get hurt."

Your heart raced in your chest as you gasped, fear grasping at your every nerve, and you clutched the back of Yuta's shirt.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly erratic as the stranger refused to buy into the charade, and dread was taking hold of your every thought. You feared not only for your own safety but also for poor Yuta's. The grip of your fingers on the back of his shirt was almost painful as you held on desperately.

Feeling your distress, Yuta reached behind him to hold your hand, his touch a source of comfort amidst the chaos. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, silently urging you to stay as calm as possible.

Yuta narrowed his brows dangerously in response to the stranger's claim, "Huh, what an odd thing to say," He retorted with a firm tone, "And how, pray tell, do you know she's not my girlfriend?" Yuta's voice carried a subtle edge of menace, and he was prepared to stand his ground.

The stranger, undeterred, took a step closer.

"I suggest you be careful with your every action because we have surveillance cameras installed all over this neighbourhood." Yuta's words were meant to intimidate, but they also served as a warning.

The creep couldn't help tensing up at the threat.

Unbeknownst to you and your stalker, Yuta wasn't alone in this situation. He knew he needed backup and immediately sent a quick text to Mark, his housemate who was a police officer, asking for help using their secret emergency code. As he did so, he continued to hold his ground, doing his best to stall for time, hoping that help would arrive before things escalated any further.

The tension in the air thickened as Yuta and the stranger exchanged veiled threats, each trying to assert their dominance in the standoff. The atmosphere crackled with danger, and it seemed like things could take a nasty turn at any moment.

But then, relief washed over you as Mark, Yuta's housemate, appeared from the apartment gate with wide eyes. Yuta immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his expression shifting from assertive to reassuring.

"Hey Mark," Yuta greeted him calmly, "This guy's been following my girlfriend around the neighbourhood. You're a cop; think you can do something about that?"

Mark understood the situation instantly.

He stepped forward, pulling out his police badge and addressing the stranger with a stern tone, "Sir, is that true?"

Sensing the gravity of the situation and realising that he was now dealing with a police officer, the stranger knew it was in his best interest to give up the charade. He decided to play dumb, attempting to salvage whatever dignity remained.

"Oh, I apologise," He stammered, feigning innocence, "It's just a misunderstanding. I thought she was someone I knew. Now that we have that cleared up, I'll be taking my leave then."

With that, the stranger briskly retreated, vanishing from the scene before you could fully process what just happened. The relief was palpable as the danger lifted, and you were left with the protection of Yuta and the support of Mark, who had come to your rescue.

The moment the stranger was out of sight, the adrenaline that kept you going suddenly drained from your body, leaving your legs weak and unsteady. You felt like your knees were about to give way, and you would have fallen to the ground if it hadn't been for Yuta holding onto you.

"Are you alright, miss?" Mark asked, his concern evident.

You didn't want to do this, but you couldn't help it. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you broke down in front of your saviours, "Oh my god," You sobbed, your voice trembling, "Th-thank you so much for helping me. Lord knows what he wanted with me."

Yuta held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you tried to collect yourself. Mark stepped in with practical advice, his voice gentle and reassuring, "It's okay," He said, "But I strongly recommend you make a police report about this. It's essential to prevent such incidents from happening to someone else in the future."

You nodded through your tears, thankful for their support.

Relieved by the support and protection Yuta and Mark offered, you agreed to let them walk you home. The companionship and their unwavering presence were comforting as you made your way back.

Along the walk, you introduced yourself and shared the details of what transpired, explaining how the stranger had been tailing you for quite some time before you noticed Yuta when he was throwing out the trash.

Yuta listened attentively, guilt gnawing at him for initially considering turning away from you before realising the danger you were in. He couldn't bear to imagine what might have happened if he had left you to fend for yourself. He vowed silently to always be there for you in times of need.

Mark, on the other hand, made a mental note to keep an eye out for the stranger around the neighbourhood from now on. The incident raised concerns, and he understood the importance of ensuring the safety of everyone in the community.

Upon arriving at your doorstep, Yuta exchanged a silent look with Mark, wordlessly asking his friend for some privacy. Mark nodded knowingly and bid you both farewell before making his way outside, leaving you alone with Yuta.

Looking up at him more closely now, you finally realised how good-looking Yuta was, and before you knew it, your heart began racing for an entirely different reason. He stood before you, nervously biting his lower lip, and you wondered what he wanted to talk to you about.

Minutes felt like hours as you waited for him to speak.

Finally, his cheeks flushed with a slight blush, and he cleared his throat, his voice trembling, "I-it was really nice to meet you, and, umm... now that you know where I live, you can always come to me for help. Oh— uhh... here's my number, you know, just in case..."

You chuckled at his shyness and nodded, taking the name card he held out. Your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending a spark of electricity through you, "Thank you, Yuta," You replied with a smile, "I really appreciate what you did for me tonight. And, it was nice to meet you too."

The tension that filled the air throughout the night seemed to dissipate, leaving a sense of connection and gratitude between you. You knew that you would remember this night not only for the terrifying ordeal but also for the newfound friend who had come to your rescue.

"And that, son, is how I met your mother."

If you thought your son's curiosity would end there, you were wrong. He proceeded with his next question, "Okay, so what happened next? How did you two fall in love?"

You shook your head in amusement as you noticed the excitement building in your husband, ready to delve deeper into the early stages of your love story, "Are you sure you want to find out, Yuki? Once you hear this, no other love story will ever compare to ours."

A laugh bubbled out of your lips, and you playfully smacked Yuta on the chest, "Oh honey, don't listen to your papa. He's being ridiculous," Your husband gasped dramatically, feigning disbelief as he held your hand against his chest, "How dare you? Are you saying our love story isn't the greatest in the world?"

"It's not the greatest love story in the world," You began, snickering at Yuta's pout, "But it is the greatest love story in my heart." Your husband cooed at your words, showering your face with kisses.

Yuki crossed his arms over his chest like the sassy little eight-year-old he is, "Umm, papa? So, are you telling me the story or not?" Yuta pulled away slightly from you, containing his laughter at his son's exasperated expression.

Your husband's penchant for public displays of affection wasn't new, but Yuki still felt a bit embarrassed whenever he witnessed his parents being lovey-dovey around him, "Okay, okay, sheesh. I know you're dying to hear about it, so here we go..."

The following day after the incident, your housemate, Giselle, nearly had a heart attack when she discovered a slew of missed calls from you. Relieved to see you safely asleep in your bed, she couldn't resist checking in on you. And as you recounted the previous night's ordeal, her emotions fluctuated from shock to sly amusement.

After hearing about Yuta and seeing the name card you received, her eyes practically sparkled with excitement, "Ooh, Nakamoto Yuta, huh? Sounds like your next boyfriend to me." She said with a grin.

You chuckled as you playfully threw a pillow at her face, "I swear, you say that about every new guy I meet."

She laughed and shrugged, "Well, maybe this one will be different."

As you contemplated the events of the previous night and the unexpected connection with Yuta, you couldn't help but wonder if Giselle might be onto something.

Your best friend, Jaehyun, finally returned your call after seeing the missed call from the previous night. You recounted the entire incident to him, much like you had with Giselle. Unlike your housemate, his concern was predominantly focused on your well-being rather than the newfound acquaintance, Yuta.

Jaehyun didn't waste any time.

He decided to accompany you to the police station that afternoon during his lunch break from work.

Your best friend blamed himself for not being there for you when you needed him the most, even though it was completely understandable. He was determined to make sure everything was handled properly and that you received the support you needed.

You hadn't expected to run into Yuta again so soon, but it was that very night when you crossed paths while walking back home from the convenience store with your housemate. Ignoring her teasing smirks, you introduced the two to each other, "Oh hi, Yuta! This is my housemate, Giselle. And Giselle, this is Yuta, the kind soul who saved me last night."

Giselle quickly expressed her gratitude, "Gosh, it's so nice to meet you. I can't thank you enough for coming to her rescue!"

Yuta was humble in his response, "Please, don't mention it! It was simply the right thing to do."

His modesty made you feel like perhaps he really was just being a genuinely decent person, and there was nothing more to his kindness. You knew Giselle had a tendency to get carried away with her imagination, always getting you hyped up with false hope.

You exchanged a tight smile with Yuta as you bid your goodbyes. This time, when he offered to walk you home, you politely declined, feeling a sense of independence and confidence that you could handle the walk with your housemate by your side.

It was about a week later that you felt a wave of relief when the police update came in, the stranger who had been following you that fateful night had been arrested for further questioning. It turned out he made multiple attempts to approach other girls in the neighbourhood as well. You hoped this marked the end of that distressing chapter, thinking you might not have a reason to see Yuta again.

Except you were sorely mistaken.

Nakamoto Yuta started showing up almost everywhere.

You saw him at the convenience store, passed him on your way to work and back home, encountered him at the nearby Chinese restaurant, and even spotted him at the library. The first few times felt like mere coincidences, but you gradually began to suspect that he was intentionally crossing paths with you.

One evening, when you decided to go for a jog at the recreational park, you discovered it wasn't just a coincidence.

There he was, running in your direction, his eyes lighting up with recognition as he approached you. It was then that you realised Yuta's appearances in your life weren't accidental; he was actively seeking out opportunities to be around you.

At the recreational park during your jog, you decided to be brave and address the elephant in the room, "Yuta," You began, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "I've noticed we've been running into each other a lot lately. Is there a reason for that?"

His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and he looked down shyly before meeting your gaze.

"Well, the truth is," He began, "I've been trying to find ways to talk to you." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words, and then he finally mustered the courage to continue, "I've... I've been attracted to you, and I wanted to get to know you better."

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you tried to process this revelation. Yuta, the kind and handsome Nakamoto Yuta, was interested in you? It felt like a dream come true, and your heart fluttered at the thought. You didn't know what to say, but your smile spoke volumes about your feelings, as you felt your own attraction to him growing with each passing moment.

Yuta's nerves seemed to get the best of him as he mistook your initial silence for rejection. In a quick, slightly frantic ramble, he stumbled over his words, saying, "I mean, it's okay if you don't feel the same way, or if you already have a boyfriend. I completely understand."

But you didn't let him finish his self-doubting monologue. You grabbed his trembling hands with a warm smile, putting his anxieties to rest, "Yuta," You said, "I don't have a boyfriend, and I feel the same way. I'm just as attracted to you."

His eyes widened at your words, and a look of pure surprise washed over his face. Your giggles escaped uncontrollably as you found him utterly adorable when flustered. You felt him tighten his hold on your hand, and he took a step closer to you, closing the gap between you two, a mix of excitement and relief in his eyes.

"Well, if that's the case, will you go out on a date with me?" He seized the perfect opportunity to ask you out, and you didn't hesitate for a moment before agreeing, "I thought you'd never ask." The prospect of spending more time with him filled you with excitement and anticipation.

Later that night, you would meet Yuta for dinner.

Giselle couldn't resist teasing you endlessly as she helped you pick out the perfect outfit, offering fashion advice and supportive comments that made you blush and laugh.

Her closet was a whirlwind of options as she held up dresses, skirts, and tops, "How about this one? It'll look amazing on you!"

You chuckled, sorting through the outfits, "Gigi, it's just dinner. I don't need to overdress."

She winked mischievously, "It's not overdressing if it makes you feel confident!"

Meanwhile, Jaehyun, who came over to check on you, couldn't help expressing his concern, "You know, I trust your judgment, but please be careful, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you."

You sighed, understanding his protective nature, "Jae, I promise, Yuta is a great guy. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Besides, are you forgetting the fact that he was the one who saved me that night?"

The reassuring words didn't fully alleviate his worry, but he nodded, accepting your choice, "How can I possibly forget when you keep mentioning it every five minutes? Just promise me to keep your phone on, and let me know if you need anything."

With your housemate's guidance and your best friend's cautionary reminders, you headed out for your date with Yuta, heart fluttering with excitement.

The date with him turned out to be more than perfect. Yuta's caring and attentive gestures made your heart melt throughout the night.

As you dined at a cosy restaurant, he pulled your chair out for you, ensuring you were comfortable. He listened intently as you spoke, asking questions and showing genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings. When you shivered slightly, he casually draped his jacket over your shoulders, ensuring you stayed warm.

After dinner, you took a leisurely stroll through the city park. Yuta held your hand as you walked, fingers interlaced. He pointed out constellations in the night sky and shared anecdotes about his life. His warmth and presence made the conversation flow effortlessly, and it felt as if you had known each other for much longer.

The date ended with him walking you to your doorstep. Before saying goodnight, he leaned in to press a gentle, respectful kiss on your cheek. It was a sweet, soft gesture that left you with a smile on your face as you entered your home.

His kindness, consideration, and charming nature truly made it an unforgettable evening, setting the tone for many more wonderful moments together.

The weeks and months passed in a whirlwind of dates and shared experiences. You got to know each other so well that it became clear you were both ready for a deeper commitment. Yuta had always been serious about the relationship, making it known that he was not interested in anything casual. He reassured you time and time again that he would never do anything to hurt you.

He's been waiting for the perfect moment to finally ask you to officially be his girlfriend.

The moment Yuta had been waiting for eventually arrived, and it was like a scene from a K-drama; unexpected and dramatic. You were walking side by side down the bustling streets of Hongdae one night after watching a movie together.

The city's neon lights created a surreal backdrop. The vibrant energy of Seoul's nightlife buzzed around you, and you were enjoying the company of the person you've grown to care deeply for.

Suddenly, amidst the excitement, someone's touch became too intimate. Panic washed over you as you felt a stranger's hand on your waist, and it moved lower, sending a jolt of alarm through your body. Your eyes widened as you tried to figure out what was happening in this crowded, chaotic scene.

Yuta was quick to pick up on your distress.

His gaze followed your wide-eyed stare, and his expression morphed from curiosity to fierce determination when he saw the inappropriate situation unfolding.

With a surge of protective rage, he moved swiftly, his hand reaching for yours as he pulled you away from the unwelcome intruder. In search of comfort, you pressed closer to him. His face was a mask of fury as he confronted the person who dared to harm you, "Excuse me, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

The stranger's face paled as he realised the gravity of his actions, "I... I didn't mean to..."

Yuta's voice was firm, cutting through the chaos of the street, "It doesn't matter what you meant. You crossed a line you shouldn't have, and that's not acceptable."

The crowd that gathered began to murmur, and the stranger, feeling the weight of the public gaze, backed away, muttering apologies and excuses.

Yuta, standing his ground, continued, "Remember this lesson, and never let it happen again. We all deserve to be treated with respect."

As the stranger retreated into the crowd, Yuta's focus returned to you, making sure you were okay. The fierce protector had shown his dedication to your safety in no uncertain terms.

In that tense and unexpected moment, his eyes met yours, and he seized the opportunity to ask the question that had been lingering between you for so long.

"This is it," He began, "I can't go on like this any longer. Will you let me be the one to always protect you from now on?" He paused, his gaze locked onto yours, a mix of hope and anticipation in his eyes, "Will you... be my girlfriend?"

The crowd around you erupted into cheers and applause, chanting for you to say yes to Yuta. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help smiling at their exuberance.

With a shy yet delighted grin, you nodded, "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend, silly. I've waited too long for you to ask."

His face lit up, his joy evident, and he wasted no time in pulling you into a warm and loving embrace. The crowd's cheers only grew louder as they congratulated the two of you, celebrating the official beginning of your journey together as a couple.

As he walked you home later that night, the atmosphere was charged with emotion. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips for the first time. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met, and for a moment, it was just the two of you in perfect harmony.

Before the kiss could deepen and become more passionate, the romantic moment was abruptly interrupted by your housemate, who swung your front door open and shouted, "Finally!"

Her sudden entrance startled both of you, and you laughed as you pulled away from the kiss.

Giselle's enthusiastic interruption added a dose of humour to the scene, and Yuta joined in the laughter, your hearts brimming with happiness and the promise of a wonderful future together.

Your son's face was the epitome of adorable scepticism as he tilted his head, looking at his father's dramatic storytelling, "Papa, are you sure that isn't a scene from a drama?" Yuta scoffed playfully, "Of course not! I'm telling you the truth!"

Yuki, with his round eyes, turned to you, seeking confirmation, "Is it really true that's how you and papa fell in love, mama?"

You softened and leaned down to kiss his head, reassuring him, "It's true, honey."

To your surprise, your son's expression turned more serious, "That would mean it's true you've almost gotten hurt twice if papa hadn't been there to save you."

You nodded, touched by your son's concern, and Yuki continued, "Don't worry, mama. I'm here now; I'll protect you too."

Your heart melted at his words, and Yuta cooed with pride, coming over to shower your son's face with playful kisses. Yuki shrieked in ticklish delight, and you stared at the two of them with a fond smile.

You may have nearly gotten hurt in order to meet Yuta, but you wouldn't change your fate for anything in the world. You were incredibly happy with your little family, and your heart was full of love and gratitude for the way things have turned out.

In the midst of this warm family moment, Yuki's curious nature was in full swing. With an innocent yet cheeky smile, he suddenly asked, "So, how did you two have me then?"

Your face turned a shade of red that rivalled a tomato, and you cleared your throat nervously. Beside you, Yuta stammered, his words coming out in a rush, "Whoa, whoa, that's enough questions for today, young man!"

Yuki's eyes sparkled with amusement as he sensed he hit a nerve. Despite the initial flustered reactions, you burst out laughing, unable to contain your mirth.

It seemed like the story of your love, your family, and your son's inquisitiveness would continue to be a delightful adventure.

I've only been writing for ATEEZ so far since they're my current ult, but NCT and I go way back HAHA. I've been the biggest simp for Yuta, y'all don't wanna know about it, I swear.

Anyway, this is me trying out writing for other groups. I have another story featuring I.N from Stray Kids coming up soon as well. My fellow STAYs can look forward to that one.

As always, I'd love to hear all your thoughts, reviews, and feedback, so feel free to leave as many replies as you want! Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! <3

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Anti Hero | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Mafia boss Yuta thinks that your body belongs to him. He shows up one night, demanding to be let in. Can you resist him?

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, toxic relationship

Word Count: 2.1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was 10PM. Who was calling so late?

When you saw who was outside the door, your heart skipped a beat.

"Yuta," you gasped.

Yuta was leaning against the door frame, arms folded. His dark hair was scraped back into a top knot, and his powerful arms swelled with new definition in his leather jacket. There was a fresh scar on his jaw and an inky black dragon tattoo curled around his neck.

Yuta didn’t bother to hide the gun in his trousers. Maybe he wanted you to see it – to remind you of how many people he’d killed.

Yuta’s razor stare scraped up and down your body, making you feel naked in your silk nightdress.

"Hey, mama," Yuta purred. "It's been a while."

Yuta walked forwards, but before he could come inside, you slammed your hand across the door, blocking his entrance.

Yuta glared at your arm. Trembling, you fought the instinctive urge to move your hand away.

“You don't get to walk back into my life like that,” you hissed.

You were about to slam the door in his face, but something stopped you. It was the squeal of your five-year-old son Kenji.

"Daddy!" Kenji shrieked. He was running towards the door, chubby arms outstretched.

Yuta's scowl transformed into a dazzling smile. You were almost blown away by his handsomeness.

Yuta pulled his son into his arms and twirled him in the air. Kenji’s body swung in Yuta’s strong arms like a doll. He placed a kiss on his son's cheek, earning another happy squeal from the boy.

"Why you no come inside, daddy?" Kenji asked, running his curious fingers across the thick silver chain that hung around Yuta's neck.

"Don't worry, son. Daddy's home now."

Yuta pushed past you, son in his arms, and made his way into the apartment. As he passed, a knife glinted in Yuta’s back pocket.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You didn't want to make a scene in front of your son. Kenji still idolised his father, even though Yuta only bothered to show up once every few months.

You were the one who read Kenji bedtime stories every night, the one who helped him with his homework, the one who looked after him when he got sick. But none of that mattered when Yuta came home. He’d bring sweets and baby Balenciaga outfits, and would instantly become the favourite parent.

You bristled with anger as you watched Yuta put Kenji to bed.

Yuta handled your son with such care, he brushed his hair gently and smiled softly – you couldn’t recognise him. The Yuta you knew only used kisses to hurt you; he only used smiles to taunt you.

You couldn't do anything but watch, paralysed by fear or anger, you weren’t sure.

Once Kenji was asleep, Yuta came into the living room.

"It's nice to be home,” he said, stretching his arms. Beneath his vest, his taut brown muscles bore new tattoos - flames, a skull, a scorpion.

"Why the hell are you here? You were gone for three months. I thought you were dead.” You didn’t add that you desperately wished he was dead, too.

Yuta shrugged noncommittally. "It’s my house."

You scowled. Yuta hadn’t asked how you were, or how you’d been coping whilst he completed yet another mission for the mafia.

Yuta poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it.

You eyed the clock. It was almost midnight. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

You glanced down at what you were wearing - a silk nightdress that barely hid anything. You pulled on one sleeve of your cardigan.

"Don't."

Yuta's voice stopped you in your tracks. You dropped the cardigan, trembling.

"You look better without it," Yuta said, stalking across the room towards you.

You stepped back, instinctively, but Yuta kept walking closer. Soon your back was pressed against the wall, and you had nowhere to move.

Yuta's brown eyes bore into yours.

- Six months ago-

You stumbled through the front door, head spinning from that fourth cocktail.

Yuta was sitting on the sofa in the pitch-black living room. He was gripping his whiskey glass so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale.

"Where have you been?” he asked.

"I told you! Girls' night."

Yuta stood up, glaring. "Wearing that?" He gestured to your purple sparkly mini dress.

"Yes..." You pulled up one of the straps that had fallen off your shoulder. The warm buzz of the tequila was fading fast.

"I don't believe you," Yuta hissed. "I think you’re fucking someone behind my back.”

You gasped. "No!"

Yuta stormed towards you and pushed you against the wall. He wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look him in the eye.

"What have I told you about dressing like that?" He yelled.

"Shh! You'll... wake Kenji!"

You tried to pull his hand away from your throat, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let... me... go!" You said between gasps.

"Should I let my men have their way with you? You'd like that wouldn't you, slut?"

You flinched. Tears ran down your cheeks, smudging your mascara.

Yuta finally let go of your throat. You dropped to the floor, knees smacking against the wood. You struggled to catch your breath.

Yuta stood watching you as your breaths slowed to normal.

He held out his hand for you. "Don't cry," he said, voice slick.

Trembling, you took his hand. You had no other choice.

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"I missed you," Yuta said. He ran his finger down your jaw.

"I want you gone," you spat.

Yuta chucked. "We all want things we can't have, darling."

You raised your hand, aiming to slap his cheek.

You brought your hand down, but Yuta caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek.

“You’re going to pay for that," He hissed.

Your heart started to race.

Before you could protest, Yuta leant forwards and kissed you on the mouth. He pressed his whole body against yours, trapping you against the wall.

Pushing him off was futile. Your strength was nothing in comparison to Yuta’s.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bedroom.

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The alarm clock read 3AM.

You were lying in bed, paralysed, unable to get to sleep.

Yuta was lying on his front, turned away from you. You watched the slow rise and fall of his naked chest.

When you were sure he was deep in sleep, you slipped out of the bed.

You tiptoed out of the room, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood. Yuta was a light sleeper, and any noise would wake him up.

You squinted as you navigated towards the living room, not daring to turn the lights on.

You spotted Yuta’s cargo bag in the corner. Your heart surged as you rushed towards it.

Hands trembling, you unzipped the bag and rummaged through it, searching for the stacks of dollar bills – but touched something cold and heavy instead.

You pulled it out. It was Yuta’s gun.

You dropped it instinctively, your breath tightening. But then you thought about your situation, about how dangerous Yuta was, and you willed yourself to pull it out of the bag.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to remember that one night, years ago, when you and Yuta were on a beach in Nagasaki. You were both drunk on pina coladas, and he’d taught you how to shoot a gun.

“So this is how you turn it on…”said Yuta, sliding the safety off.

“I thought you had to rub it to turn it on?” you chuckled.

You’d made love on the sand that night, with the sea breeze caressing your naked bodies, high off the power of wielding that gun. The Yuta you knew now was so different. What had you become?

Forcing your hands to stop trembling, you clicked off the safety.

There was a creak behind you.

“What are you doing?”

It was Yuta.

You spun around, pointing the gun.

Yuta was standing at the door, staring at you. Your blood ran cold.

“Do you really hate me that much? You don’t know how lucky you are.” Yuta took a step towards you.

“Don’t come any closer!” you shouted, pointing the gun in his face.

Yuta threw his head back and laughed wildly.

You stood there frozen, watching him. Your arms ached from holding the gun, which suddenly felt like it weighed a tonne.

When he stopped laughing, the look he gave you was so sinister that the hairs on the back of your neck literally stood on edge.

“You want to shoot me, bitch? Do it.”

You gulped, unmoving.

“Do it!” he shouted.

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle begging you to pull the trigger. You willed yourself to squeeze. All it would take was one small click…

But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You lowered the gun slowly. Tears trickled down your cheeks.

His face curled into a snarl. “I knew you couldn’t.”

Yuta lunged towards you, arms outstretched.

He closed the gap between you in less than a second. Yuta’s hands closed around the gun, pulling it out of your grasp.

You yelled.

BANG!

There was a ringing in your ears, then everything faded into silence. The smell of smoke flooded your senses, and something else too - rusty, organic, human.

In that moment, your whole relationship with Yuta flashed before your eyes - every teary night, every lazy morning, every fight, every kiss…

It was almost funny. You always knew Yuta would be the end of you, but you didn't think you'd go quite like this - shot down by the only man you’d ever loved.

You looked down at your chest for the bullet wound, but all you saw was untainted silk.

You frowned. Where was the blood?

You looked up at Yuta.

Then you saw it.

Yuta was clutching his chest, face contorted in agony. Fresh blood was pouring out from under where his hand was clamped.

He staggered backwards.

You gasped.

“Y/n…. you!” Yuta tried to speak, but his light was fading fast.

You dropped the gun, hands shaking.

Yuta slumped down onto the floor.

"Mommy?"

The sound of your five-year-old made you gasp.

You turned to the door to see your son, Kenji. His face was puffy with sleep, and his black hair was stuck up in all directions. He was clutching his hello kitty plushie to his chest.

"Honey, close your eyes!” You said a little too loudly. “Let's… play hide and seek!"

You prayed Kenji hadn't noticed his father’s body on the floor.

The little boy obediently pressed his palms against his eyes and started counting.

The pool of blood by Yuta’s body had grown. His face was pale, drained of colour. He had gone completely still.

You allowed yourself a sigh. He was gone. You were free.

You pulled the blanket off the couch and threw it over Yuta's body. Then you ran to your son, who's eyes were still closed, and picked him up.

You rummaged under the cupboard under the sink for the backpack of essentials you'd hidden in case you ever needed to escape.

Then, with Kenji tucked firmly into your arms, you left.

The cold air was biting, but right now, it felt like heaven. Despite your tears, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop shivering, despite the strange feeling that you’d lost a part of you… you were happy.

You sat on a bench as Kenji slept on your lap.

You pulled out your phone and dialled a number, the only one you’d memorised, apart from Yuta’s.

It was the number of your childhood friend, who worked in a cafe across town. He was cocky and a little too loud, but he was sweet, and most importantly, he was trustworthy.

It rang twice before picking up.

A sleepy voice grumbled across the phone. "Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"Haechan? Can you come get me? I’ll… explain later."

There was silence. "Is it... him?"

You smiled, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "He's gone."

Haechan let out a relieved sigh. "I'm on my way.

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hoonieyun · 7 months ago

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if the request is open, could you write nct 127/dream reaction to this prank? (hugging them but tell them you need a space) i think it would be cute hehe https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS29yfMN8/

warnings: mmm not really lol besides like some suggestive stuff and profanity but as always all my work will be tagged 18+

notes: i’m not gonna lie i’m actually on vacation right now hahaaha and i just forgot to turn off my requests but i thought this was cute especially after seeing the tiktok so thank you for requesting <3333 also idk if i have to disclaim this but all my work is an alternate universe unless i state that they are in the idol-verse LOL anyways thank u for requestiiiing !! as always... not proofread hehe

taeyong:

he had been at work all day, spending countless hours working hard so he could fund your cute plushie addition while you spent all day laying in his bed scrolling on tiktok. well before he had come home, you scrolled upon a tiktok of a new trend couple’s were doing. one of them would approach the other in an embrace and when the other would say something, the person who initiated the hug would abruptly say, “i need space”. you thought it was quite funny and knowing how sulky taeyong gets when you playfully tease him, it was the perfect prank to pull on him.

it was around midnight when he finally got home. you left your shared bedroom and made your way to him. he stood at the front door, taking his shoes off and you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to pull your prank.

you skipped towards him and hugged him so hard that the both of you were knocked off balance for a second. when taeyong stops the two of you from falling by setting his hand to the wall behind him he says, “woah, someone missed me!” in a teasing voice before he kissed your forehead. you smiled to yourself before you made your next move.

you separated yourself from him and wiped the kiss off your forehead, “babe i need some space!” you said while putting your hands in front of you to almost stop him from hugging you again. taeyong has a confused look on his face, “huh??” he says as he grabs your hands and you quickly snatch your hands out of his. “i need space… okay?” you say and before taeyong even responds, the guilt eats at you, feeling too bad of how you were talking and treating him for the prank.

“oh my gosh it’s just a prank i’m sorry baby” you say while quickly running into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso. you hear him chuckle and he wraps his arms around you. “scared me for a second, thought i was in trouble again.” he says while rubbing your back.

“again? what do you mean again??” you say, the confused look now on your face. taeyong has a sheepish expression, “oh… yeah. haha” he says while scratching the back of his head. “i may or may not have forgotten to water your plant before i leave for work… for the last week.” he says with a cheesy smile, trying to use his cuteness to get out of trouble. your eyes widen at the news and when you whip your head around to look at the plant that’s slightly hidden by the tv, you see that it’s once bright and vibrant green color has started to transition into a beige. “babe!” you say pouting and walking away. taeyong tries to grab your hand but you pick up your pace and so does he. ending the night with the two of you chasing the other around and giggling to try and get a hug from the other.

johnny:

hugs were your favorite thing to receive from johnny. no matter how expensive or beautiful a gift he may give you, his hugs were your absolute favorite. his strong and tall stature combined with his defined arms, you not only felt safe in his embrace but also giddy because it made you feel like you had your own very teddy bear despite his muscular build. so when your friends convinced you to pull this prank on johnny, you definitely knew you were going to struggle with it.

johnny had just come back from the gym so you thought that maybe you can use him being sweaty as leverage in the prank, but you were wrong. when he walked in the front door, you were a bit speechless at how good he looked. his toned and muscular arms were looking extra big after his pump at the gym but you had to snap yourself out of it.

you went up to him on your tippy toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a small peck on the lips. when johnny wrapped his arms around your waist, you almost melted into his touch but for the sake of a funny joke you needed to continue your plan. you quickly retracted your arms from his neck and grabbed his arms that were snaked around your waist. you dusted yourself off to make it seem like you were bothered by him, “what’s wrong honey?” johnny asks and you just look up at him with a stoic face. without another word, you turn around and sit on the couch and grab the remote. afraid that if you talk you might ruin the prank so you busied yourself by surfing through the channels on the tv.

johnny, confused, walks over to you and in front of the tv. almost completely blocking your video. all he does is cock his head to the side and stare at you. “what? i just need some space.” you say, trying your best to keep a straight face. johnny scoffs and approaches you. he softly grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb. “space… really?” he says, staring straight into your eyes. it’s silent for a few minutes, as if the two of you are waiting for the other to crack.

“okay fine! it was a prank!!” you say while grabbing a pillow on the couch and covering your face. johnny falls to the floor laughing. “why are you laughing so much! i should be laughing at you!” you say with a pout. “baby, you suck at pranks. i could tell you were fighting a smile the whole time.” johnny says while getting up from the floor. “plus, i know you can’t resist these arms. come on.” he says while flexing his arms and you can’t help but laugh and jump at him. “yeah you’re right!” you say while wrapping his arms around you. “i’ll get you one of these days though.” and johnny laughs in response. “what? i will you just watch!” you say while peeking out from your hug. “yeah, okay honey.” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and tightening your embrace.

yuta:

yuta was really big into physical touch. it was one of his biggest, if not his biggest, love language. you had only been dating for a few weeks and you thought the prank would be something funny to pull on him because he had a habit of scaring you by popping out from random corners or rooms whenever you were together, so it only felt right that you got him back.

you were chilling around his apartment when you came across the prank on tiktok and decided to do it right then and there. you walked over to yuta who was grabbing something from his freezer, you approached him and gave him a back hug. resting your head on the space inbetween his shoulder blade. “hi baby, do you need something?” he asks and a devilish smile creeps onto your space. “um… yeah.” you say, trying your best to sound sad. “i… i need some space…” you say while looking down and fiddling with your fingers.

yuta immediately notices the fast change in your mood and sets the frozen meat down on the counter. he reaches for your hands but you retract them and put them behind your back. you swallow and clear your throat before you say something but he cuts you off, “is something wrong? did i do something? are you okay?” he says while grabbing your hands that you were trying to hide but you give in as he envelopes your hands in his.

“i just-” you begin to say but you yuta quickly pulls you into a hug. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what i did but i’m really sorry. please let’s talk before you decide that we need to have a break.” he says while your face is buried into his chest. you start laughing and yuta can feel your body move from the laughter. “are you cry-” he says when he pulls you off to look at you but stops halfway through, “LAUGHING? YOU’RE LAUGHING RIGHT NOW?” he says with a shocked expression on his face. you laugh for a few more moments, so much that you even wipe tears from your eyes. “i can’t believe you wanted to break up with me and you’re laughing about it.” he says taking a few steps back and crossing his arms. “you even hugged me into a false sense of comfort then tried to breakup with me!” he says while throwing his arms in the air like a child.

once you had finished laughing, you explained to him the prank. “wow…seriously..?” he says with a straight face. “yeah! that’s what you get for always scaring me!” you say while sticking out your tongue and sliding your arms under his to give him another hug. yuta follows, wrapping his arms around you. “yeah? well you know what you get?” he asks while looking at you. you look up at him, “what?” you respond. “you get no dinner!” yuta says while laughing and tightening his hug, shaking you around a bit like you were a little stuffed animal. “hey!!” you respond but he ignores your response and opts out by tickling you instead, holding you in one of his arms so that you couldn’t run away while he tickled you with the other.

doyoung:

you and doyoung were inseparable. you spent a lot of time together and ever since moving together you were practically glued at the hip. it just so happened that doyoung got up to use the bathroom when the tiktok prank appeared on your phone. you thought to yourself it was a good idea so when he returned you would pull the prank on him.

little did you know, that doyoung watched you from the small crack of the bedroom door. he saw you scheming your little prank when he heard the tiktok play from your phone while you giggled. he thought to himself that it would only be fair to get you back if you were going to prank him. he entered your shared bedroom and went to your dresser, pretending to grab something. you sprung up from the bed and approached him, hugging him from the back.

what you didn’t expect was doyoung to grab your arms and pull you off of him. “y/n… please, i just need some space.” and his words automatically hit you. a string of pain struck your heart and you suddenly were in no mood to pull a prank on him after his words. he even used your name instead of “love” or “honey”.

“what’s wrong?” you said with a pout and after a few moments doyoung’s signature gummy smile appeared on his face. “hah! got you, i knew you were gonna pull that prank on me.” doyoung said, puffing his chest with pride. “hey! that was mean…” you say while turning away, sulking that your prank backfired and you ended up being the one that got pranked. you stomped away to your bed and hid under the covers.

“oh come on, don’t be like that honey.” doyoung said while tugging on the blankets until you were revealed from underneath the plush fabric. “how did you even know?” you ask and he explained that he had saw you watching the tiktok before he returned from the bathroom.

“ugh. whatever.” you said while stretching your arms out, waiting for him to hug you. “better luck next time honey.” he said while embracing you. he pulls you up so you’re now both standing, “by the way, i could never need space from you. i need you like oxygen.” he says softly, causing you to laugh, “oh my gosh you’re so dramatic.” you say teasingly, as if you didn’t feel the same exact way.

jaehyun:

whenever jaehyun got home from work, the two of you had a little routine. he would approach you, hugged you, gave you a kiss, and he would ask if you had eaten already. after seeing the prank on tiktok you giggled to yourself thinking it would be the perfect prank to pull on your sweet husband.

you were sat in the living room when you heard his car pull into the drive. you quickly got yourself ready to pull the best prank of the century, preparing yourself to put on an award winning performance. when jaehyun unlocked the door and entered your home, you skipped towards him and engulfed him in a hug. he hadn’t even said anything and you were already attached to his figure.

“woah, haha hi there my beautiful wife.” he says with a smile showing off his dimples you loved so much. the word “wife” gives you butterflies in your stomach even after 2 years into your marriage. he was about to give you a kiss and ask if you had eaten when you suddenly detached yourself from him with a soft scoff, not too loud but loud enough that he would hear it. you begin to walk away from your now confused husband, “hey, whats wrong?” he askes while removing his shoes. “nothing…” you mumble, only making him more worried.

he approaches your sitting figure on the living room couch. kneeling in front of you and putting his hands softly on your thighs. “nothing?” he says with a questioning look. “i just want some space.” you say while bringing your legs away from his touch and up to your chest. jaehyun sighs and gets up without saying anything. seeming as if he didn’t have the energy to deal with whatever this was. “you’re not even gonna say anything?” you ask as he’s walking away.

“well, what do you want me to say darling?” he says turning around while throwing his hands in the air. “you approach me all lovey dovey with a hug then all of a sudden you’re ignoring me and saying you need space.” he said, a part of you feeling extremely guilty that you’ve started to make your husband feel a bit crazy with your little prank but you decided to keep going.

“if you need space, that’s fine, i bought this house with so many rooms so you can spend your time in any of them if you need space but you’re not leaving me okay?” he said, his head now slightly to the side. “and look if you want space just say that, i don’t need your attitude, especially when i’ve had a long day at work and i just wanted to come home to my beautiful wife.” he was now going on a tangent, afraid that if you didn’t tell him it was a prank soon he may pass out.

you suddenly run up to him, catching him by surprise he slightly flinches but when he sees you jump he automatically catches you. you wrap your legs around his torso and shower him with kisses as you lock your arms around his neck. “sorry, yoonoh… it was just a prank.” you say in between kisses. jaehyun always loved it when you used his traditional name. he sighs, legs slightly giving out from underneath him when you clarify that you weren’t actually mad at him. “oh thank god. i was afraid you were starting to regret our marriage.” he says.

“never!” you say while burying your face into his neck. “yeah?” he asks and you nod in response. you don’t notice for second but jaehyun had begun walking to your bedroom. “where are you taking me?” you ask. “our room, to show you what you’ll miss if you ever decide you needed space from me.” he says with a sly smile as he kicks your bedroom door closed.

jungwoo:

jungwoo, your boyfriend of 3 years, was the sweetest and softest guy ever. so when johnny and mark had convinced you to pull a prank on him, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle his reaction.

jungwoo was in the kitchen making ramen when you chose to pull your prank. you walked towards him and as he was tending to the ramen so they wouldn’t overcook, you hugged him from the back. surprised but pleased by your actions, he goes to turn around so he can hug you properly but you pull yourself away. “whats wrong?” he asks.

“i think… i need some space woo…” you say, trying your best to keep a straight face. “space?” he asks, confused by your actions not necessarily matching your words. “you just hugged me?” he continues.

“i need space okay? please respect that.” you say while wrapping your hands around yourself. “did i do something?” he says while quickly turning off the burner to make sure that nothing burns while you guys have this conversation. jungwoo naturally had puppy eyes but in the seriousness of this moment, his puppy eyes seemed to be turned to the extreme. before you could even continue, you rush towards him in an embrace.

“imsosorryitwasjustaprankjohnnyandmarkmademedoitdontbemadatmebemadatthem.” you say very quickly, jungwoo barely understood you so he asks you to explain again.

after explaining the prank to him and showing him your texts with mark and johnny, the two of you decide to come up with your own prank. jungwoo would text his groupchat with johnny and mark, alongside the rest of the group of his friends, that the two of you got into a huge fight because you wanted space while you would text johnny and mark that jungwoo didn’t understand the prank and got upset at you for wanting space.

needless to say, when the two of you had sent those text, mark and johnny left various missed calls and texts while you and jungwoo laughed at them scrambling to “fix” what they did.

mark:

mark, your sweet boyfriend who wouldn’t even hurt a fly, would be the next victim of your tiktok pranks. you had grown quite a following on tiktok for lifestyle content but the most popular of your content being whenever you pulled silly pranks on your boyfriend. after being tagged in the tiktok many times, you decided that you would pull the prank on mark. you noticed he was washing dishes in the kitchen so you subtly set your phone up on the table.

you walked up to him and gave him a hug from behind while slightly rocking him back and forth. “hi baby, what’s up?” he asks. as hard as it was to let the hug go, you pulled yourself off with a sigh and sat in front of your phone on the table. thankfully he was too busy washing dishes so he didn’t notice your phone just sitting up next to the table centerpiece.

“baby? you hear me? whats wrong?” he asks, slightly turning down the water so he could hear you better. “mark, i need space. is that ok?” you say with a slight attitude, luckily you had your back turned away so he didn’t see your face mouthing “ohmygosh im terrible” to the camera.

the faucet suddenly turns off and mark quickly dries his hands on a rag. he kneels next to you as you’re sat at the dinner table, haven’t yet noticed the camera. “baby, of course you can have your space, but please don’t speak to me like that okay? even when we have hard days we shouldn’t raise our voice at each other or speak with anger okay?” he says so softly and kindly that your heart instantly melts.

you pull him into a hug and tug him towards you, causing him to stumble forward a bit. “woah, is everything ok? haha” he says a bit confused. “yeah, can you just say that again for the camera?” you say sweetly with a smile on your face as you pointed at your phone with a nod of your head. mark averts his gaze to the direction your pointing and shock spreads across his face when he realizes you had been recording, “yo! what? is this a prank again?” he says while standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

“yes!” you say with a laugh while locking your arms around his waist and settling your head on his stomach. he softly wraps his arms around your head while rubbing your crown. “so you don’t need space..?” he asks and you just laugh. “i could never!! i need you too much. you’re too sweet and nice to me.” you say while looking up at him. he cups your cheeks into his hands and gives you a kiss. “see everyone! if you have a boyfriend who is nice and sweet and cute and handsome and sweet you won’t ever need space.” you say into the camera while mark just shakes his head and smiles. admiring your silliness that he could never get tired of.

haechan:

your boyfriend haechan was known to get sulky and pouty pretty quickly, so this prank would definitely be a fun one. he was in the pantry sifting through your various snacks, looking for one he can munch on while playing games with his best friends. you waited until he had found one and returned to his desk to continue playing games with jaehyun and mark.

“alright boys, i’m back!” he says and the three continue their game. you approach haechan and slide yourself onto his lap and in between his arms as he plays games. you just stared at him before deciding what to do next. he reached for a chip and offered it to you. you shook your head and got off his lap, he shrugs and puts the chip into his mouth. “hyuck i need some space.” you say softly but he doesn’t respond. too immersed in his game. “hyuck did you even hear m-” you say but you're cut off by him yelling at mark for not paying attention to the enemy team.

“canada! come on man. focus, you know how much i hate losing.” he says while slightly leaning forward, closer to his monitor. “bro how about you focus on your girl i think she’s gonna breakup with you.” mark says and haechan whips his head instantly to you. he tugs one side of his headphones off and averts his gaze back to his game. “whats up baby, what you need?” he asks, still too deep into his game.

“i need space…” you say and you can hear jaehyun and mark release a collective “ooh” as the words leave your mouth. haechan just scoffs and continues his game. “i can’t believe you don’t even care!” you say, now unsure if you were still pulling a prank or if you were genuinely offended he didn’t care that you wanted space. “please, babe. you know you can’t stay away from all of this.”you expected him to be sulky and pout that you wanted space from him but you were met with his smug face instead.

you weren’t sure what to do next so you quickly snatch his headset off his head and start babbling embarrassing stories to jaehyun and mark, like the time haechan ran to you like a baby when his finger got stung by a bee and asked you to put a teletubby bandaid on it. the boys got a kick out of the two of you as they listened to you both chase each other around the house, you spilling silly stories about haechan while he yelled for you to stop embarrassing him because he was a “big strong man”. his words, not yours.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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valvyu · 1 year ago

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NA 139 — cover by me.

tinha a versão gif da capa (que, inclusive, deu mt trabalho), mas o arquivo é muito grande! KKKKKKKKKK estou um pouco triste porque era o maior charme da capa, mas tudo bem;

futura fic yuwin.

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bloodmoonmuses · 1 year ago

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welcome to lovelorn academy- home of the cupid scouting society!

at lovelorn academy, love is of the utmost importance! known for creating some of the most skilled cupids in all of kwangya, this prestigious boarding school boasts romantic architecture, rich history and top tier instruction. in a series of works all existing in the same universe, explore the corridors of the academy while finding love in the most unexpected places!

love theory- cupid! taeyong x cupid! reader, best friends to lovers, study partners

Like the saying goes, “iron sharpens iron.” When your grade in potion alchemy 101 begins to slip, your best friend, Taeyong, swoops in to save the day.

class is in session

the meaning of flowers- cupid! haechan x cupid! mark x cupid! reader, love triangle

The Sweetheart Dance is slowly approaching, and you’re debating who to ask to go with you. Haechan, known around the school for his shenanigans, has captured your heart with his wit, whereas Mark has enamored you with his earnestness. Who will you choose?

class is in session

the archer- bad boy cupid! yuta x cupid! reader, strangers to lovers

Disillusioned by one too many broken hearts, Yuta know longer believes in love. The irony of being enrolled at a Cupid academy isn’t lost on him. When you stumble into his life, Yuta begins to remember why he fell in love… with love.

class is in session

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After breaking up with Jaehyun six months prior, he fights to win your heart back by any means necessary.

class is in session

sealed with wax and quiet fervor- secret admirer! renjun x cupid! reader, strangers to lovers

In the fourteen days leading up to the St. Valentine festival, you receive a letter from your secret admirer- each one sealed with its own custom wax stamp. How peculiar...

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teacher's pet- cupid! chenle x cupid! reader, enemies to lovers, academic rivals

In your years at Lovelorn Academy, you’ve never failed a class. Not even close. In fact, you’re on track for Valedictorian until Chenle shows up. For some reason, he’s the second coming of St. Valentine in Advanced Matchmaking (which happens to be taught by the one professor who doesn’t like you.) Can you beat him out for the school’s highest grade, or will love get in the way?

class is in session

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nuoyipeach · 6 months ago

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Nakamoto Yuta X Park Sooyoung

warnings: angst, mature stuff, just a lot of complex emotions I guess (but happy ending) tags: @yutahoes

Yuta knew who he'd spend his life with, he already planned it all ahead with her. She was his first love, someone he felt like protecting from the world, someone he'd hate to loose. He was so irrevocably in love with her, he even begged for permission from her mother to let her move in with him before marriage because he missed her so much. With all his busy work days, he wanted to be able to see her even for a few hours if possible.

Sooyoung didn't care about all the insults thrown at her by her neighbourhood people. So what she's in a relationship with a chaebol, and one from Japan to be specific. She loved him because he treated her right. He wasn't throwing money at her, but genuinely loved her. He was there when she got fired from her front desk job, helped her get into an elementary school as a teacher, stayed over when her father was dying from illness, even helped with the funeral and stayed over until both women felt better.

It wasn't easy considering his job as the stand in chairman of his family's company branch in Seoul, and sometimes Sooyoung did feel like she took advantage of him. But he always made it a point that she owed him nothing other than loving him back, and that she truly did.

Especially when she moved in, she did a lot of domestic work out of love for him, and he'd spend every spare second he could have with her, especially at night when he made love to her.

Needless to say, the couple's life was perfect.

But things that are perfect always come to an end.

Yuta was surprised by his parents visiting, especially since it was for work reasons he was unaware of. He rushed to the meeting room, and hugged his mother upon greeting them.

"I hope you've been doing well son." the couple talked with him, and Yuta couldn't help feel anymore excited to tell them about the love of his life.

Until his father spoke. "Well it's good you're doing well with the company, but I've made plans to secure our branch here. One of our shareholders has agreed with us about it too, you will marry his daughter."

He was sure he fainted, but he was still sitting up in shock as his mother shook his shoulder. "Yuta, speak. Did you even hear anything?"

He blinked and realised his father had continued but stopped when they noticed his blank face. And now it was his turn to speak, angrily. "I'm not marrying someone I don't know! I have a girlfriend, she lives with me and I love her very much. You can't make me do this!" he yelled standing up. "I have a woman I love, she's living with me right now. Here I was thinking this was finally my chance to introduce her to you, and this is what you bring to tell me! What kind of parents are you? Didn't you even care to ask me anything about this?"

His parents stared at him in awe, shocked by his outburst. "Who is this woman? Is she of business?" his dad proceeded to ask, which only angered him more.

"Business? I never thought my parents were that kind if people. No she's not, but she's everything I could ever ask for and want, so I have no plan on changing who I'll marry."

His mother remained silent, but he could see the anger piling in his father. "We didn't send you here to run our business just to waste time falling in love with some gold digging b*tch! Break it up, or so help me-"

Yuta slammed his hands on the table cutting off his father. "I'd rather be disowned and lose my job." he said through clenched teeth, leaving before the elder man could have another say. He stormed across the building to his car, and drove speedily to his apartment, slamming the door upon entering.

Sooyoung jumped from washing her hands as she finished eating, running to the front door just in time to catch him throwing his shoes at the wall. "Yuta! You'll dirty the walls!" she went up to him and grabbed his arms, pulling him to sit on the bench and stood in front of him. "What's wrong?" she cupped his face. "Did something go wrong at work? You know being angry over it won't fix it." she tried to calm him.

Except the longer Yuta looked at her, the more his heart broke. He held her waist and pulled her close hugging her body, face buried in her tummy. She stood still, and threaded her hands into his hair, shocked when she heard him sniffle and her shirt getting wet through.

"Baby what's wrong?" she asked again. "Talk to me, you're scaring me."

He lifted his head and looked up at her, eyes red with tears. "I love you..." he kissed her tummy over her shirt. "I want to marry you. I want to grow old with you. I want to have kids with you... With you I promise. Only with you."

"Yes Yuta, I do too." she cupped his face again and turned it up to look at her. "But what's wrong?"

His voice shook. "My parents came... They want me to marry a shareholder's daughter... I told them no, but who knows..." he hugged her tight again and buried his face in her tummy again. "I won't do it... I won't leave you... I love you, I promise baby."

Sooyoung's mind froze. He always spoke positively of his parents, how did this happen? They were supposed to be welcoming, open-minded people. But they weren't. Her legs shook, and Yuta was quick to pull her on his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck instead.

"I won't let them break us, baby. Never." he kissed her skin, content when she hugged him back. "No one can take you away from me." he kissed her lips, his arms tightening around her more. She pulled away and hugged him instead, knowing he'd always calm down like that and it's what he needed most right now.

Yuta stayed off from his phone for the rest of the day, following Sooyoung around the house as she did chores, helping her with a few to take his mind off things. Even as they went to bed, his phone was left in his office room while he cuddled into her arms, holding her tight to himself as the mere thought of spending a life without her scared him.

Sooyoung was in a worse dilemma. Even she couldn't fathom the mere thought of living without her lover, but she couldn't and didn't want to be the reason he breaks off from his family's well earned business lineage, especially not when he worked so hard to prove himself. She had heard enough stories about these things, and whether or not they were entirely true, she didn't want to be the other woman.

That is if Yuta even agrees to the arrangement. She knew deep inside he wouldn't, but she also knew his choices either way weren't any good.

Peeking down at the man who nuzzled into her chest as he slept, her heart ached. No matter what the solution was, nothing seemed to be a good one.

>>>

"This is Mr Kim, and his daughter Minji."

"What the fuck?" everyone was taken aback by Yuta's reaction upon entering his parents' living room, when his father immediately introduced the supposed shareholder and marriage prospect to him before anything else.

"Language!" his father yelled, about to continue before Yuta cut him off.

"Screw this! I told you I have someone, I do not agree to this marriage!"

He could see his father fuming, as well as the other woman rolling her eyes. Clearly she gained nothing from this but the title of being a business wife, that itself secured her wealth from both sides, and Yuta was far from agreeing to simply being someone's black card.

"You either agree or you're out of the family Yuta!"

"GO TO HELL!" even though he had just arrived, as requested by his mother for "lunch", Yuta turned on his heels and ran back out, to his car and again back home to the arms of the only woman he loved.

Sooyoung didn't know what to do as she sat on the couch and held Yuta, who crashed onto her the moment he came back, and was hiding his tears in her chest.

"Yuta, my love..." she spoke softly, sighing as his hands tightened around her torso. "Calm down please." she simply said whatever came out, unsure if anything she can say would make it better for him. And it further hurt her knowing if she didn't make a decision, Yuta would be the one hurting further.

As she comforted him to bed, kissing his lips softly to not wake him, Sooyoung left to the dining room and called her mother, explaining everything that had happened the past two weeks, and that she was stuck in a situation she didn't know how to navigate.

"Maybe his parents are right... I'm not for him, I don't know anything about this business world of theirs..."

"Sooyoung the biggest mistake you can make is listening to his parents." she sighed hearing her mother's reply. "You know Yuta more than anyone right now, you love him, and he clearly loves you, I don't know how to help other than to say make a decision that you think is best for the both of you, not just one."

>>>

It took Sooyoung another month to make a clear decision, during which Yuta had come home another six times angered by the same thing. One of those days she was terrified as the other woman had attempted to flirt with him and he supposedly threw a folder at his father's assistant. She knew this could not continue, and finally she made a choice.

A choice she knew was bound to hurt everybody. She could rely on just her mother, who was against her decision but knew there was seemingly no other way. It hurt both of them for having to make arrangements behind Yuta's back, but Sooyoung needed everything after this final week to be a clean slate.

Final week, a thing that broke her heart.

She spent the whole week spending time and doing as much as she could with Yuta, and as the week came to an end, the last day more precisely, she pasted a smile on her face the entire time while her heart tore up inside.

Yuta was more than happy this day, having spent all of it with the woman who owns his heart like no other ever had or could, and as he changed into his pyjamas, he was caught off guard when she appeared out of the bathroom, in his favourite white lingerie and see through robe, smiling at him innocently.

"Am I dead?" he gasped out as she walked towards him sultry. "I see an angel. If this is how heaven feels then God I never want to leave." his hands reached out and grabbed her hips, sitting back on the edge of the bed as his eyes still trailed all over her as if it was the first time he'd ever seen her this way.

Sooyoung chuckled, hands cupping his cheeks forcing him to look up at her. "Then you better be a good boy, so I can bring heaven to you." she slowly sat on his lap, and without another second wasted Yuta pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their kiss filled with moans from both as she started grinding her hips onto his, lips almost never parting until Yuta moved to kiss her jaw and go lower.

With her eyes looking at the ceiling, Sooyoung was able to quickly blink away her tears. "Yuta..." she looked back down, pressing her forehead on his. "You'll always be the one for me."

"Oh God..." he breathed out, kissing her neck while his hands pushed off the robe. "And you'll always be mine, my love. I'll never leave you, between heaven and earth, you'll always be the one woman that owns my heart and soul."

Always good with his words, Sooyoung found it harder to hide her tears, so quickly pulled him back for a kiss, pushing him back to lay down this time.

"I love you Yuta, forever, wherever... only you."

>>>

He should have known. From the start of the week until last night with the way they made love, Yuta could only blame himself for not realising it sooner. Waking up this morning to an empty bed, a quiet apartment, and finally a letter on the kitchen counter, he realised too late.

The reason she was so affectionate, the reason she was so passionate, the reason she was so intimate, it was because it would be their last.

With the letter still in his hand, Yuta used his other to swipe everything on the counter off, crashing all the items onto the floor as he let out a scream.

You may not make the right decision, and neither would I, but I don't want to be the reason you lose all that you worked hard for. I don't want to make you give up what you deserve. And before you think it, I don't want to be the other woman. We both know there's no way out of this for you, so please Yuta do what's best for your life. I love you, I still do and always will, I meant every word I say to you. You will always be the one for me forever and wherever, and maybe by some fate we will be together again. I pray for it, but I pray now you first live the life you deserve. I will miss you dearly my love, hate me or not I hope you can forgive me some day.

- Sooyoung

"Did I do the right thing?" the elder lady looked at her daughter as the two sat in the bus, their life loaded up inside it as they leave the town they had called home until now. "Oh God mum what if... what if I shouldn't have done this?" she could only sigh as her daughter broke down, even an hour after they've been travelling.

All she could do was hold her in her arms, hug her tight, and kiss her hair. She knew what she did wasn't right, but she also didn't know what would have been. There was no winning in this situation, and she only hoped they could live a quiet happy life in their new home, far from where her daughter's beloved was.

>>>

5 years later...

As the meeting came to an end, Yuta greeted everybody and left swiftly. Ever since he had taken over the Seoul branch of his family's business, the staff were shocked at how strict and efficient and particular he was in all his work. His parents no longer meddled into his life or business, though truly there was nothing left for them to meddle.

He returned to his new apartment, handed his bag and jacket to the maid, then left to wash up before heading straight into his office room, with nothing more than an acknowledged nod towards the woman he was supposed to be sharing his life with.

The young lady huffed and rolled her eyes, though inside she was hurting as well. She thought this was the life she wanted, to be a business wife who didn't have to lift a finger and spent her days spending her family's money. But a year into her marriage she realised how empty and worthless her life felt, and no amount of expensive foods or new bags and shoes could fill up that hole.

For the four years they had been married, Minji not once even held his hand, let alone share a bed with Yuta. She knew this was what she was getting herself into, he made it clear it was marriage by contract and nothing more, and the recent scar on his wrist during their engagement was enough for her to not further question anything until today. But now as she settled into her bed, in her room, she felt sadder than ever today after having met some friends, who's lives were busy with their own families.

After a lot of tossing and turning, Minji figured to just go for it, throwing on her night robe and heading to Yuta's office room, where she knew he'd be until late night anyways. She always wondered how much work he actually did for him to spend every moment in his offices, but she also knew not to question him. She knew he was unhappy, and the last thing she wanted was to tick him off. She stood in front of the door, and after some final hesitation, knocked.

"Come in." she opened the door quicker than she'd like when hearing his low voice answer, clearing her throat as they came into each other's view. "What is it?"

"I, uhm... I have something to talk to you about." she stalked in, and after seeing his eyes look at the seat opposite to him, she sat down. "It's nothing work related, but..." she trailed off, wondering how to bring up such a topic with a husband who's never even touched her by a finger.

"Well?" he cooked a brow, eyes drifting between her and the computer screen.

With a final sigh, she let it all out. "I know how it is for us, so I'll cut to the chase. I want a baby, a child of my own." this caught his attention as Yuta suddenly sat up straight and turned to her completely, though his expression seemed disapproving. "I know you hate me, you hate everyone, but while you have work to keep you busy, I have nothing."

"No." his immediate response stopped anymore words leaving her. "We will not be having any kids. You know very well I don't want anything other than that piece of paper tying us together."

"Yuta it's unfair!" this time she spoke louder, getting back up on her feet. "I'm sorry for the pain we all caused you, but I've learned my lesson, and I'm not asking for us to have a baby, I just one on my own."

Yuta's eyes were filled with rage and annoyance, but she didn't back down. "And how exactly are we supposed to make that happen?" he clapped back at her, shaking his head when she continued.

"At least help me adopt." his ears perked up at this. "You said it yourself, our marriage is nothing but a piece of paper. Well, help me adopt a baby by just being a father on paper too. I won't burden you with anything, I'll hire help if I have to, but I've checked and the chances of adopting as a single parent are very low."

She could see Yuta was unconvinced, and pulled out a final stunt as she walked around the table and fell onto her knees in front of him, hands clasped together.

"Please Yuta, I'll ask nothing else of you, just grant me this one thing. I know how hurt you are, but I've been sad too, and I didn't say a thing because I knew I'm part the reason of your pain. I promise I'll leave you alone after this, just sign this one thing and that's it."

Yuta saw her eyes welled with tears, and despite his hatred towards every single person involved in his life, he was not that cruel. Sighing, he motioned her to get up and back in her seat, which she did albeit reluctantly as she still couldn't tell his feelings.

"Did you find one yet?" her ears perked up at his words, but she hid her excitement.

"No, but there's a home in Gwangju, if it's alright with you I was hoping to head there this weekend."

>>>

The trip to Gwangju was filled with silence, even as the two freshened up in the hotel suite, which had two rooms separate as always for them. The morning of their arrival, Yuta had suggested they head to the home that afternoon right away, and Minji had no rejections to them getting things done quickly.

Reaching the children's home, Yuta noticed how Minji's eyes followed all the kids playing around the place, and he couldn't help himself feeling the same. He had always wanted a family, children of his own, but of course all ideas of those dreams were gone the day he lost his will to live. And as pathetic as it felt even to him, the letter was still always in his work bag.

"Hello sir, madam, please come this way." he turned to see a lady greeting them, and followed her to the head office room. The whole building was more of an actual house, and he noticed many adults along with the children. As they sat, the lady stood aside while the main manager came out, an older woman.

"Thank you so much for coming all the way down here Ms Kim. As we're more of a home than adoption center, it's rare we get anybody coming in."

Yuta's ears caught this and made him finally speak up. "What's the difference? I do see more adults here as well, are these children not orphans?" he noticed Minji seemed a little bothered by his question, but didn't pay attention to it.

"Well sir, we're more of a place for the less fortunate, we do have orphans but we also take in single parents, mostly mothers, who in exchange for their children being here offer time to work at our sponsors for minimum wages. It's not entirely the perfect life, but it's the best we do. We also get donations, like Ms Kim has been doing monthly for three years now."

Yuta's eyes switched to Minji, who this time avoided eye contact with him. He decided against questioning it considering it might seem strange to them that her husband had no clue, so he made a mental note to ask later.

"Anyways, the baby we told you about Ms Kim, he's about six weeks by now. His mother left him in our care, and we're so glad you've decided to take him in. With everything else, we were very worried on how we were going to watch a complete newborn ourselves."

Yuta turned away, looking out the windows at the children playing while the women continued their talk. He was here to just sign as the father, and that's really all he intended on focusing on.

Until a sudden call towards him took his attention.

"Daddy?!" the room of adults all turned to the door, where a young girl with long black hair suddenly stood and ran to Yuta, hugging his leg. "Daddy you came! Mommy will be so happy!"

"Haruka don't do that." the lady standing aside pulled away the girl, who only looked at her upset. "So sorry sir. Kid what on earth-"

"That's my daddy teacher! Mommy has the picture remember?"

Both Yuta and Minji looked more confused, but he didn't miss the sudden change of expression on the teacher's face, so suddenly looked at Yuta with shock. But Yuta had another thing in mind, as he stared at the child and thought further about her name.

"Haruka? Why is your name Haruka?"

"Because mommy said you liked the name." the little girl smiled back. At this Minji turned to Yuta, and for once she saw an emotion other than hatred or emptiness.

The teacher quickly carried up Haruka and was about to leave when Yuta stood and stopped her. "Where's her mother?" the teacher looked at the manager, who had a similar expression, both hesitant to answer. Seeing that, Yuta turned back to the little girl.

"What's your mommy's name?"

"Soo-ung."

At this the teacher quickly walked out despite the little girl's protests, but Yuta was quick to follow as she headed to what he assumed was a kitchen. He watched as she barged in, suddenly saying something as he peeked at her passing the girl to someone else. Unable to handle himself, he headed in, and suddenly everything around him became a silent blur.

The teacher gasped as he had entered, and the person now holding Haruka turned around. The moment their eyes met, Yuta wasn't sure if anything was real.

"Ms Lee, take Haru out with you please."

The little girl reluctantly followed the teacher out, not before waving with a smile at Yuta, and they shut the door behind them. Yuta still didn't know how to react as his eyes remained on the person in front of him, and followed them as they came close to him.

"I'm fucking dead aren't I, or dreaming?" his words came out soft despite the harshness, but he was proven wrong when warm hands were placed on his cheeks. "I'm dead... an angel is touching me."

"You must have been a very good boy then."

Those words were all he needed to hear before crashing his lips onto hers, arms tightened around her torso as he kissed hard and passionate, as if never wanting to let her go. Not again.

"It's you... it's really you baby..." in what seemed like eternity, Yuta felt emotions. After years of shunning away from anything and everything, he felt his heart swell up, his chest hurting, his eyes water. "Sooyoung, tell me it's you." he continued speaking through their kiss.

"It's me Yuta..." they pulled away, foreheads still attached as her hands cupped his cheeks again. "I can't believe you're here, all the way down... Yuta..." as if she hadn't been crying every other week, Sooyoung let go of all emotions as tears streamed down her face, and Yuta was quick to pull her into his embrace. The room filled with nothing but their sobs, Yuta's chest and Sooyoung's shoulder drenched in tears.

After some time, as they calmed down, Yuta was first to pull away this time and look at her straight. "Haruka?" he suddenly said questioningly, only for Sooyoung to nod with a half smile.

"I found out a month after I... she's yours, you like the name Haruka, so I kept it..."

Unable to control himself, Yuta let out another sob, but with a smile, before turning around and dashing out the door until he found the same little girl in the hallway. The moment his eyes found hers, he ran to her this time and picked her up, hugging her tight in his arms.

"Ruka..."

"Yay daddy!" the little girl cheered, squealing in joy as Yuta walked back towards Sooyoung with her, who came closer as he hugged both of them together this time.

Minji held the baby in her arms close to her chest, smiling ear to ear as the little boy's eyes met hers and she softly touched every part of his face. It had been an hour since Yuta left the room, so she had no choice but to wait for him to sign the papers so she could finally take her little baby home.

He finally did, and she could tell a lot had happened by the state of his red eyes and messed up suite, but she paid no heed as he signed the papers accordingly, just happy to finally be able to take home her baby.

But as they were about to step out the gates, she saw Yuta stopped and hesitated. She turned to him and followed his eyes which focused far towards one of the play areas, and recognised the little girl from earlier. She turned back to him again and saw how broken he looked, her heart in pain from it. Sighing, she thought something she didn't know would be right or wrong, but she needed to say it.

"Stay with them." Yuta's eyes turned to her surprised. "I'll be alright, I told you, I just needed you to sign the paper. You don't have to stick around anymore." with that she walked off to the car, getting in with the driver's help. She waited to see what Yuta would do, until a woman came out and spoke to him.

Minji may have never seen her before, but she was clever to notice the look in Yuta's eyes at the sight of the woman and immediately knew her identity. They had a talk, Yuta looking defeated, and it ended with her giving him a sad smile before he walked back to the car too, much to Minji's surprise.

"I thou-"

"Head back to the hotel, we leave tonight."

>>>

It had been a week, and no matter how happy Minji was with her baby, she was still bothered by what had happened with Yuta. He became even more cold and distant, and whatever hope she had that the baby would somehow get him to care was all in vain as he did not once look its way.

Having had enough, she stormed into his office one night, after putting the baby to sleep, catching him off guard. "Look, I know you're suffering, I understand you're in pain. But what I don't get is why you didn't do something when you finally found them. You could just be with them, no one would care, or you could bring them back here. Why is it so hard for you to make these choices?"

"Shut the fuck up!" her voice disappeared as his suddenly raised, his hands slamming the table as he got up in anger. "You're nothing but a spoilt brat, you'll never understand! Until now at this very second you got everything you've wanted, so no you don't fucking understand my pain! You never will, so just shut up and get back to your baby!"

She stood still in her spot, unable to move in fear even though he told her to leave. Yuta growled before sitting back down, leaning his head back eyes closed and rubbing his temples.

"Then make me understand..." he looked at her annoyed as she spoke softly. "Why don't you be with her?"

"Because she was right." he spat out, tired. "She's not for this world of ours, she's too good for it. And I'm not going to drag someone down to our level of low morality and make her the other woman, no matter how much we love each other, no matter how much I crave to be with her and my child, I will never put her through that. If I can't make her my all, I'd rather not make her anything at all."

"Why can't we see daddy again?" Sooyoung's heart broke at her daughter's words. Two weeks later and she still craves to be with her father despite only ever meeting him once. "I miss my daddy..."

"Me too baby..." she laid next Haruka in bed helping to put her to sleep, while her mind was full of the last conversation she had with Yuta.

"I'm staying..."

"No Yuta. It won't be right, you're married. Even if you don't like it, you are, you have a life there."

"Then come with me, please..."

She cupped his face again in her hands, eyes teary.

"You know I can't do that... I'm sorry Yuta, but I care too much about my own dignity to be the other woman, and especially not with Haruka around anymore."

She knew it was selfish of her, but she also knew it was the better choice, especially for her daughter. She knew Yuta was hurting, and she simply prayed he would come back to at least visit, hoping to not break his daughter's heart.

>>>

Maybe it was the new motherhood, or maybe something else, but as she celebrated her son's 6 month birthday, Minji had a sudden thought as she noticed Yuta's absence again. She looked to see her parents playing with her son, and she realised not only was her husband absent, but so were her in-laws.

As night approached and she put her son to sleep, she took a deep breath taking out papers from her bag she had taken earlier that day from her lawyer. Maybe it really was the motherhood, because for a while she thought about her future and there was always one thing she didn't want in it.

To see her son in pain.

And she realised, understood, just how much pain she and the two families had caused so many people. Yuta, Sooyoung, Haruka, and if she continued to live the way she did, her own son too. A missing father was bad enough, but she knew that a present father ignoring the child's existence would be just as worse.

She headed to Yuta's office with the two folders, knocking before heading in, and placing them on the table.

"One's for divorce, the other is custody."

As if for the first time, she was taken aback herself at Yuta's sudden movements of shock as he stood off of his chair and grabbed the two folders to open. But she composed herself quick before continuing.

"The custody is easy, just sign your rights away and I'll have full responsibility over Juno. For divorce I've spoken with my lawyer, it's best if we just stick to what we already own and split anything from either family you may have power over, so I'll keep my family's rights while you keep yours."

Yuta was listening to her, but still confused by everything happening. "You... want to divorce? Now? Why?" he stumbled on his words, eyes scanning the papers until he heard her scoff.

"You're right, we're people of low morality, and until recently I never realised it. But... Juno is my son, and I don't want anything to ever hurt my baby. Call it insightful, but I realised many things, past present and future, and I've decided the best thing to do is for us to split in the most business method possible to avoid any further issues. I don't want my baby to suffer, and by extension I don't want anyone else to keep suffering either."

Without hesitation, or even discussing with his parents, Yuta was quick to get their divorce proceedings started. He had his own lawyers look over the contracts, all surprised by how fairly she had actually written them out and even avoided any grey areas, and within a week they had both signed the agreements. Yuta only included one extra clause, which made Minji realise he indeed wasn't a cold-hearted person after all.

Yuta added on that she could keep and live in their current apartment, despite it being bought by him and under his name. But Yuta was ready to give it up and go back to his old place, the one he shared with the woman he loved, the one he called home.

During their engagement, he bought the new apartment just to move out of his old one, he simply couldn't imagine having anyone else live there that's not Sooyoung. Now that his marriage is over, he had no need for his current place, and feeling Minji would require a place to her own anyways decided to just give it to her.

Of course the news reached their parents, and while Minji's side were saddened yet supportive of her, Yuta's parents threw a fit, to the point they flew over just to yell at their son.

But Yuta knew all their words were empty. They no longer had control over his position at his branch considering they handed the whole control to him as a wedding gift, so he smirked as he called up security to his work office. He didn't actually want them dragged out, but he knew it was enough to scare them.

"What will people think of you? Of us?! You even had a child!" his father yelled.

"Correction, she had a child. I just helped her get one without laying a finger on her these past four years. Now please leave my office, I have an important trip to make." Yuta motioned them towards the door with his hand, where security had just arrived and awkwardly stood.

"Why did this even happen?" his mother finally spoke. "How did it come to this point?"

"Easy, unlike you, Minji had some common sense left in her and realised the right thing to do, at least for herself. What kind of couple do you think we'd be if we hadn't ever held hands in public even." he started grabbing his things into his bag, looking at his parents to see their angered and distraught faces.

"What trip are you even doing?"

Closing up his bag, Yuta smiled. A happy smile, at the thought of what tomorrow may just be like for him. The life he wanted, albeit he missed many things, but better late than never.

"I'm going to retrieve something important, something none of you will ever lay a word on ever again."

It was closing time for the home, and after settling in the residing children to their beds, Sooyoung cleared away her things and Haruka's before heading out to find her daughter so they could go home themselves. It wasn't that hard for her mother to settle down here, and she was glad for it even if she still didn't feel at home herself.

"Haru, baby." Sooyoung called out as she searched for her daughter along the hallways. Confused by the silence, she noticed people standing at the entrance and decided to check. Their manager, other teachers, and a few of the mothers had been standing there, all with emotional eyes, and she finally heard her daughter's voice.

"Daddy I'm so happy! Are we really going back with you? Yay!"

Her eyes widened as she looked outside to see her daughter being spun around in her father's arms. "Yu... Yuta?" she felt a push, turning to see one of the mother's urging her to go. They all knew about her story, so it was no surprise they were all ecstatic over Yuta's return to their lives.

The said man finally turned to see his long lost lover approaching them slowly, and carefully put down his daughter before heading towards her and pulling her into a hug.

"It's over Sooyoung. I can make you my all again. It'll just be you and me, and our future. I promise."

>>>

so funny story, I had the first idk 10%? written out for almost 2yrs in my drafts... and for some reason this exam season got me so pumped I finished the entire rest in 2 days🤡 so yea hope you all loved it as much as I do hahahah, ignore errors pls

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Make It Up To You

PAIRING: sugardaddy!Yuta x lawstudent!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: With dreams larger than life, Y/n dips her feet in unchartered territory. She comes in wanting nothing else but to make her dreams of becoming a lawyer come true, only to be woken up by reality once the midnight clock strikes. Now she's gotten greedy. She wants both her dream and her sugar daddy back.

WARNINGS: There is sex, yes, but I think I wanted to focus on warning everyone of the emotions that come with this piece! There's a lot of inner conflict happening. Yuta uses pet names like baby, sweet girl, and princess. Hair pulling and overstimulation are present.

enjoy!

8.5k word count

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“Being the firm’s youngest partner is what you’re turning your back on, are you sure about this?”

You look out the window of the conference room you’re in and then at the glass of bourbon on the table top. You play with the rim of the glass before bringing it to your lips to take a sip. The drink brings a gratifying burn down your throat.

You set the glass back on the table and looked out the window again, eyeing a particular building in the sea of concrete spread around the city. Then you turn to look at Suho, the firm’s senior partner, straight in the eye, “I’ve never been surer.”

Suho sighs and walks to where you are, “You’re the best we ever had. But you have too much talent to be pinned down in one place. So go ahead.”

You give your boss of five years a grateful smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“The doors to the firm are always open for you, Y/n. Remember that,” he adds.

And you will remember it. But now, your head is set on finally staging the reunion you’ve been yearning for for the past five years. To put yourself again within the circle of the only man you burned for – Nakamoto Yuta. Nothing and no one can stop you anymore, not even hell.

–Blooming–

It was the summer before you started law school when you met Yuta. You were running the counter in a high-end bar a few blocks away from Harvard, serving drinks to what you can only assume to be senior law students of the crimson-branded university by the way they were discussing their review subjects for the next semester. And this is exactly why you fought to get this part-time job. Partly because you needed money and partly because of the crumbs of legal knowledge that you know will come in handy when it’s your turn to study.

Even if you’re not going to Harvard, you can’t wait for school to start. You had no support, no fall back, no rich parents to shell out cash for crimson education. Despite all that, you figured you were going to chase your dream of becoming a lawyer even if you can’t get into your dream school.

“One whiskey on the rocks please,” the gentleman starts “with your number on the side, kindly.”

You stare at the patron in front of you, your eyes raking over the sharp features of his face. His eyes, his nose, his jawline. Everything is devilish – that’s the word you’re going to use to describe him, devilishly handsome.

“Uh,” you clear your throat, “I’ll get that drink started for you. As for my number, that one might rack up your bill.”

“I’m not one to worry about bills, darling,” he answers with an upward curve on his lips.

You heard about this myth before. Rich young men scouring through bars and libraries, looking for desperate pretty girls to fund and blow wealth for. Desperate is what you are. Pretty? Arguable.

“Well, that makes one of us,” you retort as you finish preparing his drink. “One whiskey on the rocks, without my number on the side.” The man laughs at your spice and the kick of innocence it comes with. It’s painstakingly obvious to him that this is your first rodeo and he doesn’t mind.

“I’m Yuta,” he offers before taking a sip of his drink and sliding a crisp five hundred dollar bill across the counter, “For my bills.” And just like that, he’s walking away from you, leaving you in slight surprise, thinking this is the biggest tip you’ve ever received.

But that night wasn’t the last time you’ll see Yuta.

The gorgeous man became a regular. For the next few days, he kept buying just a single drink, barely sipping it, and then leaving a hefty cash for his ‘bill’ which is 400% more than what he has to pay.

“Yuta, sir, you have to stop giving me so much tips,” is what you finally told him one time, only to receive a, “But those aren’t tips. It’s my show of gratitude for allowing me to look at such a pretty sight.”

Then days became weeks and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His presence has become a comfortable staple during your shifts, especially when he’s such a smooth talker. Saying the right words, initiating the right conversations. You’ve become so comfortable you finally gave him the side he ordered the first time you met – your number, free of charge.

“If you give me a ridiculously high tip tonight, I’ll take my number back.”

“Come on, pretty girl, that’s not who I am.”

“Then… just 10% is enough,” you said. Yuta lets out a full grin at the compromise you offer, only to order a $2,000 whole bottle of expensive ass wine. You just shook your head at his antics, looking forward to when he’ll put your number into good use.

You didn’t have to wait long because the moment you clocked out, you received a text message from an unknown number.

Free to take a call now? -Y

Instead of replying, you called the number, knowing full well who it belongs to. Not a second later, the person on the other line picks up.

“How did you know my shift is done?”

“I just do,” he answers, “Your voice sounds even prettier like this, when it’s close to my ear.” you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulders to deflect the warm feeling brought by his compliment.

“Why did you want to call me?”

“Let me take you to dinner, princess. Tomorrow night at 7PM. You don’t have to prepare anything, it’s going to be just dinner.”

“Just dinner?” you confirm while biting your lip. Truth be told you saw this coming. You can smell wealth emanating off of Yuta from a mile away. The way he speaks, the drinks he orders, his every movement is a type of refined you can’t learn, no. It was a birth rite he earned.

And while Yuta has been nothing short of a gentleman towards you, in his world, you’re not the type of person he’s going to settle with. You know all this is just a fun time for him and to be honest, you’re intrigued by it, too. You want to have fun, too. But you have no idea how this works or if you’re even built for this world you’re trying to enter in.

“I promise, just dinner. And talking.” He says assuringly.

“O-Okay.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

But Yuta didn’t just pick you up. He bought and sent you a new dress, a new pair of shoes, and a pair of earrings that you’re afraid to google how much because you want to maintain a normal blood pressure.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and uneventful, partly because you’re stunned to see how Yuta looks like in the open and under better lighting. At the bar, you can barely see his features, but even so, you already knew he looks so beautiful. But now, you’re gutted and blown away. You can’t help but steal glances at him and you know he notices it based on the subtle smirk he sports every time you turn your head to him.

“I’m glad to see you’ve taken a liking to my face,” he says and you choke on your saliva because you didn’t expect him to address it.

“You’re not so bad,” is all you can offer and Yuta chuckles at your attempt to hide your true feelings.

“We’re almost there.”

And true to his promise, in just a few minutes, you’re pulling up to a fancy restaurant with lots of light and posh cars parked in the driveway. Once fully parked, Yuta goes out and opens the door for you. You take his hand stretched out to help you and observe the scenery before your eyes.

The restaurant had an open garden with a big fountain. The location was overlooking the city and away from all the noise and pollution, something you’ve been used to your whole life. If what you’re seeing is a foreshadowing of what’s about to happen during dinner, you guess you’re not mad.

Once you enter the place, the receptionist brings you to a semi-secluded table. There was enough privacy for you and Yuta if that’s what he was aiming for. So when you’re both fully seated, you decide you don’t have to beat around the bush.

“Why did you ask me out for dinner?”

Yuta was not shocked at all. He fully expected questions from you. “Been wanting to take you out for dinner since the first time I saw you,” he offers.

“Okay, but,” you blow out a sigh before continuing, “Can I be honest?”

“Of course, I expect you to be.”

“I know what this is, okay? Do you want me to be your sugar baby?”

“Smart girl,” Yuta muses. “How can I get you to say yes, then?” He inquires. He absolutely knows you’re in on this. You just needed to set some things straight, but he already knows you’re on board.

“Well first, I can’t with the lavishness.”

“You can’t with the lavishness.” Yuta repeats in a declarative tone, urging you to clarify.

“Yes, I can’t. I just,” you take a pause, a deep breath because you can’t believe what you’re about to say. But you’re determined to say it. If Yuta wants to have his fun, you’ll gladly play. But not without advancing your own interests, too.

“Go on, darling.”

“I just –, I have an approved law school application with Harvard. But I’ve enrolled in a different law school instead. Somewhere I can afford. But Harvard is where I want to be. So, instead of earrings and dresses like this,” you said pointing to the beautiful piece you have on, “Use your money to fund my education.” You said in one breath.

You study Yuta’s face. There's a hint of growing interest in his eyes and something more that you can’t name. He adjusts on his seat before speaking, “Y/n, I’ll fund Harvard,” he starts, “But that’s not all I’ll fund. Since you said your piece, my piece is that I get satisfaction out of seeing you spoiled. I need you pampered in every possible way. Without you giving that to me, I’m out.”

“Well, okay. But not outrageous.”

“Not outrageous,” he assures. “Was that all you wanted to say?”

“Didn’t think you’d agree so quickly,” you said quietly.

“Being a lawyer – that’s a dream worth supporting, baby girl.” You look up to meet his eyes, the sound of the new endearment making your insides swirl.

“I also wanted to add,” you fidget your fingers at this next bit, “About sex… when? And uh, how often?”

Yuta subtly rubs his lower lip with his forefinger. First, your adorable gestures. Then, your drive and determination. Now, talking about sex with him. Yuta’s convinced you were born to drive him insane.

“Why don’t we settle on a natural pacing? There doesn’t have to be a set date, just when you feel it’s good for you. This doesn’t have to be strictly transactional.”

“It doesn’t?”

Yuta chuckles, “It doesn’t. I only have one condition on this.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“The day you become a lawyer is the day we part ways.”

—

You recall your first dinner with Yuta like it was just yesterday. But time flew by so quickly. It’s been five years since that summer. All the time you spent with him was nothing short of blissful. Yuta has spoiled the hell out of you, giving you whatever you want and whatever you need, even his cock.

In your first semester, when you first experienced the infamous baptism of fire during a recitation that followed the socratic method, you were sobbing in the hallway, walking mindlessly out of Langdell Hall. Once you were out of the building, Yuta’s car was already waiting for you with his window down and a cup of your favorite drink in his hand– something that made you sob even more.

In the short while you’ve been his sugar baby, he’s memorized all the things that comforted you, including the cheap five-dollar tea from your favorite shop down the street.

By the end of your first year, you learned the bitter truth that Harvard law was cut throat in every way possible. Not only were the majority of your peers coming from rich, well-connected families, but they were also the best of the best. You busted your ass off studying day and night. Thanks to Yuta, you no longer had to work. You were provided with anything you needed. Allowance, lodging, tuition, books, everything. And your hard work paid off. You ranked second in the whole batch by the end of the term. But what you don’t have is the smell that emanated from the rich.

You weren’t one to envy, you know the value of hard work. When both your parents died and you were left to fend for yourself, you did. Now that you’re practically living your dream, you force yourself to focus and ignore everything else, but you can’t help but listen in on the conversations during the last day of school. Everyone had something – a vacation home to visit, an internship for their family business, a meeting with the politicians. You felt like a sore thumb and the feeling left a toxic taste in your mouth.

“Hey, princess.” Yuta greets.

“Hi, daddy,” You greet back, melting into him in an embrace. You put your arms around his neck and just settled there for a while. Yuta withheld nothing from you including warm affection.

“That’s not a tone fit for someone who just ranked 2nd in all of this year’s batch?” He says as he rubs the small of your back, taking your bag from you.

“Hmm…”

“Have something for you,” he says. You unwrap your arms around his neck and look up at him. He takes out a cream envelope from his pocket and hands it to you. You open it and inside were plane tickets to your favorite country.

“Iceland?! Are we going to Iceland?” you scream in excitement.

“Yes, we are. It’s your reward for doing so well,” he softly says as he caresses your hair.

“Oh my god,” is all you can say as you reach out to kiss Yuta on his lips.

And just like that, Yuta made sure you stood with confidence.

When everyone was taking internships, he sent you to Japan to intern for the country’s top litigation firm where you spent eight weeks learning and being trained by the best lawyers. You even got a certification for writing and speaking Nihongo. You didn’t realize then, but Yuta’s chest swelled with pride every time you conversed with him in his native tongue.

When everyone got invited to networking events, you were his plus one in every benefit gala and company events attended by all the top businessmen and politicians. And every single time, he introduced you as the brilliant girl soon to be Harvard attorney that caught his attention.

When everyone was pitching in so much money for the batch year-end parties, Yuta sponsored one whole party in your name, flying everyone out to Singapore for 2 days and 3 nights. Yuta told you to say it was from your rich dad because according to him he is your daddy to which you rolled your eyes in response.

And when your stress reached high levels, he made sure to pamper you in ways only he can do. Stuffing your pussy with his monster cock, eating you out until you pass out, giving you orgasms enough to sustain you to eternity. His gentle demeanor is taken over by a beast once you’re in his bedroom, marking every part of your skin, animalistically taking you in every possible position. Yuta made sure you received sex only from the best – him.

Yuta never allowed you to bow your head, instead he always held your chin up. He never let your confidence die down. Because of him, you became unstoppable.

And now, you’re roughly just 5 minutes away from knowing the results of the bar, from being a lawyer. You know you’ll get it. There’s no other possible result but passing it and even potentially topping it. You prepared yourself for the day when you and Yuta have to go your separate ways.

There’s an indescribable pain in your chest.

The day you reach your dream is the day you die.

You love Yuta. How could you not?

But he doesn’t. He made his condition clear. The very day you become a lawyer is the day he disappears. Fuck.

Here you are, in front of your laptop, in the middle of the living room of the penthouse that Yuta gave you, with fingers shaking, you refresh the Supreme Court’s website. While others were out with friends and family, you chose to know about the result alone and inside. Just to privately celebrate what you were about to gain and grieve what you were about to lose.

When the site refreshes, you scroll down to see the names of the passers, the first one belonging to you.

2025 Bar Examination Top 10 Examinees

1. Jung, Y/n …………………… 90.7700%

Just seconds after you see your name, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Yuta.

“Congratulations, Atty. Y/n. Never doubted you for a second.”

And as your finger hovers over the text, your thumb shakily taps the call icon next to Yuta’s name. You bite down on your lip in hopes that the inevitable won’t happen…

The number you have dialed is now unattended, please try again later.

And you broke down. Yuta is officially gone. In the flurry of congratulatory messages, there you were, mending the brokenness in you that you know will never heal.

– Withering –

After taking your oath as an attorney, you quickly joined the best of the best – Anderson Kim & Tomotsune– the top litigation and commercial law firm in the country with clientele both in US and Asia.

You were both a lion and a bull, a ruthless negotiator specializing in commercial disputes. Your peers call you the merciless closer for closing negotiations far too in favor of your clients, leaving the opposing side with, well, nothing. In your defense, you found every opposing lawyer you faced to be too lazy and negligent causing them to lose out. Meanwhile, you feed on the challenge.

In your 5-year career, you had no losses under your belt, making you the favorite and most sought after lawyer by corporations. Your firm racked three-fold in profits, making it easy for you to climb up the partnership ladder.

But you only had one goal. And today’s the day you reach it.

“Atty. Jung, welcome to Nakamoto Holdings. It’s a pleasure to finally have you join the team,” Johnny Suh, head of legal and your new boss, greets.

“The pleasure is mine, Atty. Suh.”

“Do you have any idea how hard we fought for you? HR had a field day,” Johnny says. You laughed at his remark but inside, you knew how hard Nakamoto fought to get you.

When news that you declined the offer of partnership from Anderson Kim & Tomotsune spread, companies raced to entice you to join them. But you only had Nakamoto Holdings in mind. It only made sense to join the best of the best on your new venture. While you had other motives, you also had pride. Sure there was a bit of a push and pull, leveraging on the uncertainty of your sweet ‘yes’, but all of that was just a part of your ploy, a negotiating skill you learned to get the upper hand.

But now you’re here and you want to see Yuta again.

Just as you were about to continue your conversation with Johnny, the door to the conference room opens to reveal the man in your thoughts.

“Yuta,” Johnny says, as he bows.

You turn to where the door is, find Yuta’s eyes, and give him a full bow.

–

Johnny had told him there was new blood he wanted him to meet. Someone he’ll definitely like, according to Johnny. What his friend failed to mention was that this new blood was you, the girl that took his heart. But maybe the term woman would be a better fit for you. What he sees is no longer the young wide-eyed Y/n from years ago.

In front of him was someone more poised, more confident in the way she carried herself. Your once carefree hair, now flowed in controlled waves, a subtle elegance that matched the sharpness in your gaze. You were wearing something tailored, something that accentuated the shape of your body—making him note the added fullness in your hips.

Your eyes were the most different. They used to be soft, filled with the innocence of someone just beginning to experience the world, now they held an edge—an intensity that came with your reputation. He heard stories about you. Of course, he did. He knew about the young lawyer rising through the ranks, feeding dust to the seasoned.

So it’s not surprising that there was a quiet power in your presence now. And yet, when you met his gaze, there was a flicker of something familiar—a quiet vulnerability, a hint of the girl who he once held close to him.

“Mr. Nakamoto,” you greeted him.

“Atty. Jung.” he acknowledged back.

“You know her already!” his head of legal says.

“I think everyone knows Atty. Jung, Johnny.”

“You’re right. In fact we were just talking about how hard it was to get her.”

“Is that right?”

Yuta sees you shifting from your position, turning your body to face him better.

“Atty. Suh flatters me, it’s my pleasure to join the company,” you tell him while reaching out your hand to offer a handshake.

“We’re glad to have you here,” he responds as he takes your hand in his.

—

“You’re fucking crazy,” Yuta scorns as he takes a drink of his favorite whiskey. The one he ordered the first night he saw you at that bar across Harvard.

“How is getting top talent crazy? Don’t you agree she’s the best in the field right now?” Johnny defends.

“She is. That’s why I’m restraining myself from punching your face,” he tells his friend. “But you know exactly who she is. Don’t fuck around.”

“Ya, I’m not fucking around! And what? Your feelings are getting in the way of business now? So what if she was your sugar baby and the love of your life? That baby is going to lead us to the frontlines.”

“Johnny Suh, you watch yourself. Don’t you damn speak of her name carelessly. I will fucking kill you. Even if you’re my best friend.” The intensity in his eyes sobers Johnny up.

“Damn, you still have it baaad,” Johnny says as he steps out of your office, avoiding the chaos that’s about to befall him.

Yes, he does. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of you. Did he have regrets? Zero. He did what he had to do to make sure you were as whole as a person as you can be.

But a longing? A big one.

Five years ago, Yuta knew you were going to pass the bar. There were no retakes, he absolutely had faith in you. So when he sees your name in the list of passers, bagging the top 1 spot, it comes as no surprise. He was so proud of you and wanted nothing but to engulf you in a hug, spin you around, and pepper your face with kisses. He wanted to celebrate with you and whisper in your ear many times how proud he is of you.

But he had a promise to fulfill.

Yuta was enamored by you but falling in love with you was something he failed to calculate. He only wanted to spoil you, to make you his by offering to be your sugar daddy. But he thought all that would be a passing season in his life. After all, he wasn’t the type to take things seriously. But that summer passed and there came autumn, then winter, but the feeling never left. You were very much still there.

But then again, loving you was easy. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes. Everything about you captivated him. The way your body responds to his every call and every touch sets him on fire. He burns for you, romantic as it may sound. He was very much yours as much as you are his.

But Yuta noticed how you would get quiet. You would look out the car window, deep in thought, letting out a sigh he knows you don’t notice. And he knows that it’s because sometimes, you feel less than what you’re actually worth.

No matter how hard he makes sure that you don’t feel any less than your peers, he knows that he can only do so much. The rest of your healing from feelings of inferiority is yours, and yours alone to make.

So when you finally reached your dream of becoming a lawyer, Yuta knew that the only way was to set you free. For you to achieve every achievement, on your own, without doubting whether or not you did it by yourself or because of him. He did not dare take the opportunity from you even if it came at the cost of his own happiness.

So he settled with watching you from afar. Updating himself with your latest wins.

But now, you’re here. If his gut is right and it was your own doing that brought you back to him, then he will do anything to fucking get you back.

Yuta drinks the last of his whiskey and heads out of his office.

– Budding –

It’s only your first day but you’re already leaving work at 11 p.m. Johnny told you to go home hours ago but even so, you had to ride out your high by organizing everything. Your stuff, your files, your projects in the pipeline. You wanted to make sure you hit the ground running.

As you were walking to your car, you bumped into a wall, only it wasn’t a wall. Because if it was, then you wouldn’t have a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist saving you from a fall.

“Careful,” Yuta says.

After being momentarily stunned by his presence, you quickly separate yourself from him. You adjust your dress and clear your throat.

“T-Thank you.” Fuck, did you have to stutter?

“Are you heading home just now?”

“Yes. I was just working on some stuff, Mr. Nakamoto,” You look at him only to see a confused face.

“Already? You just joined today.”

“Just wanted to do my best,” you say. “I’ll be heading home now, Sir.” You said briefly before bowing and walking to where your car is.

You wanted to get away from him. Being near him was clouding your mind. It was suffocating. You thought you were already stronger than this. You thought you could finally handle anything. And yet, just one touch from his hand has you spiraling again. The unanswered questions in your mind are resurfacing back again. Questions like, did he really have to leave?

Fucking pathetic bitch, is what you thought to yourself. You are exactly that. A pathetic simpering bitch.

Just as you were about to enter your car, a hand grabs your wrist, forcing you to face the culprit.

“What the hell?”

“Let’s talk,” Yuta demands, almost in a pleading tone rather than a demanding one, which is funny because begging is more of your turf than his.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you spat. You feel his grip tighten around your wrist.

“Don’t drag this out, Y/n.”

“Oh, so it’s just Y/n now? We’re back to first names, is that it? Okay if that’s how it is, then, you can’t make me talk to you,” you mock, “daddy.”

You see Yuta seething at your sarcasm. After all these years, you still know how to push his buttons. Your spunk has not faded even one bit and this fact makes Yuta blink in realization. He mellows out at the realization that you are still very much the Y/n he knows. The one with burning questions in her mind.

Yuta blows out the air from his lungs. “Please, Y/n?”

You rashly take your hand back. “Fine,” you relented.

—

You decided talking in the office was a bad idea. With the fountain of emotions bubbling in your chest, you might throw a furniture or two at Yuta’s face and you’d be charged with damage to property. No, thanks.

“I want to talk at my home,” you told Yuta. You needed home court advantage for the conversations that will be had tonight.

It was your plan all along to talk to Yuta. It’s why you wanted to join their company in the first place! But you can’t handle how fast things are unfolding. Didn’t expect that Yuta would be the first one to approach. Definitely didn’t expect this scene of his car tailing yours.

As you reach your home in the shape of a three storey townhouse with a gracious driveway, you brace yourself for what’s to come. Should you remain stoic? Should you put a wall around your heart? Honestly, you haven’t decided.

You park your car and you see Yuta doing the same. You were the first to enter the house so you leave the door open for him. And when he’s fully in, you’re ready to square him.

“It’s a really nice home, Y/n.”

“So what, we’re going to gush over architecture, now?” you mumble as you sink down on your sofa. When you look up, you see Yuta’s tongue poking his cheek, clearly about to lose it, but he’s inside your house. He won’t dare lose it.

“Separating after you became an attorney was the plan all along. You knew that since the beginning,” Yuta calmly starts. He eyes you as he invites himself to sit on the chair across you, leveling the field between the two of you.

And you just stare at him. So many words pooling in your mind, constructing arguments, preparing to launch a missile of anger.

But all of a sudden, a foreign feeling washes over you — defeat. There was no winning here. Even if you get to say your piece, the conclusion is inevitable.

It seems that Yuta moved on and you did not. You’re still the mess of a fool who is clearly, hopelessly in love with him. Despite the prestige, the reputation you built for yourself, everything crumbles down in front of him.

You hate it. You abhor it.

You stand from where you’re seated and turn your back away from Yuta, deciding that faking it might be the way to go. Strengthening the dam in your heart might be your saving grace.

“Y/n, talk to me,” he stands, “Baby,” Yuta got to you and held your hand, willing you to face him. And when you do, you explode.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” you shout, “You LEFT me. Immediately dropped me when you had the chance.” The dam, fortified as it may, has reached its limit.

“You did not hesitate, did not bat a damn eye. You never looked back,” you sob and finish in a broken voice.

Yuta looks at you with equal brokenness in his eyes, devastated at where his decision left you. From holding your hands, he holds you in the same manner he has held you before – one arm around you and one hand soothing your back – exactly how you remember it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yuta croaks.

You punch his chest in an attempt to save yourself. You punch him again to prove a point.

“So why?! Did you hate me that much? Was I so pathetic in your eyes that you couldn’t...” you dropped to the floor and sobbed in frustration. At this point you were just fully letting your heart out. Fuck masking it, fuck hiding it from Yuta. You deserve this, you deserve to let your pain known to the person who inflicted it.

"No, Y/n," Yuta begins to explain as he kneels in front of you. Now both of you are on the floor. He wipes a tear that fell down your cheek. "I'm so proud of what you made for yourself. This is all you. But before, even when you tried to hide it, I saw whenever you thought yourself to be less than everybody," this time Yuta brushes a stray hair away from your face.

"So when you finally became a lawyer, I couldn't rob you of the opportunity to heal. To take full ownership of your life without associating credit to anyone. Even if it meant leaving you, the only girl I loved and truly cared for."

Your lips part at Yuta's sudden confession. You wrap your head around his explanation and you hate how you immediately see reason.

You remember how your confidence solidified throughout the years. No one can put dirt on your name because it was clear as day that your accomplishments were yours and yours alone.

Years of self doubt brought by your background, or lack thereof, went down the drain when you started getting favorable decisions for your clients left and right, when your negotiations closed million dollar contracts.

So, Yuta was right. You did heal that part of your heart. But not without having another hole in it. A desperate yearning that nothing and no one could satisfy.

But there was a point of clarification that had to be made.

"The girl you loved...?"

"Yes, baby. I had to leave you. The girl I loved and still love."

You suck in a breath, "You never called again. You were totally gone."

"And it killed me everyday, sweet girl. Didn't even know I'd get to hold you again like this," he says quietly as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Knew I hurted you. I knew you'd hate me. And god forbid reappearing in your life would open wounds you're trying to heal. So I just watched you from afar," he says as he wipes another tear escaping from your eyes.

"You looked beautiful in your red dress, accepting that award three years ago. Top outstanding young women under 30, was it?” He recalls. You release a tearful chuckle because you were indeed wearing red that night, hoping that Yuta was watching and that the sight of you in a pretty dress would entice him to call you again. He didn’t call but he was watching.

“Let me make it up to you, Y/n. If you’d let me, I’d make up for our lost years all my life.”

You shifted into hugging your knees close to your chest, just quiet and thinking. Considering. But only so slightly because the answer has already been set in stone. You want him so terribly your body aches.

The pressure in the air shifts, anger dissolving and being replaced by something else, a feeling born out of the same passion.

You mumble something from under your breath, half wanting to be heard, half hoping to be hidden.

"Hmm, what was that?" Yuta inquires, angling his head to hear you better. So you repeat yourself, this time your words coming out as a whisper.

Yuta holds the side of your thighs, desperate to make out of what you want, "Can you speak louder, my sweet girl? Tell me what you need."

"I said, then fuck me and break my back!" You said, mortified and frustrated that you had to repeat the same thing thrice. You glare at Yuta who doesn't mirror your expression.

Instead he had a blooming smile on his face, biting his lower lip to stop himself from breaking out into a full grin. He can't help but think how painfully adorable you looked.

But you're right. He had years of stolen intimacy to make up to you. He better get to work and he will.

"I'll make love to you the whole night, baby," Yuta says as he stands. He takes both your hands in his to help you up as well. He takes your face in his right hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Will do it just the way you like it," he finishes in barely a whisper before he leans down to claim your lips in his.

Yuta's tongue was exploring, memorizing every crevice on your lips, mapping every corner one by one before seeking access.

When his other hand settles on the back of your head angling you to the perfect position, you let out a small whimper granting him access to you. He takes your tongue in his mouth, sucking on it, pouring every bit of his longing into the kiss.

When he separates from you, you were panting. Your lips swollen and irises blown out. Yuta swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Will take my time with you. Make you come on my fingers first, then on my tongue. Will make you come at least twice, or maybe thrice, before I fill you with my cock. Then when you're tired, you can sleep but when you wake up in the morning, you'll find that I'm still inside you, still not done. How's that sound, sweet girl?"

Your lips part at how delicious his plan sounds. You also caught yourself letting out a wince imagining how awful walking will feel tomorrow. But nonetheless you give Yuta a nod.

Yuta kisses you again. This time, you put your arms around his neck, desperate to be near him. He breaks the kiss only to move your hair away from your right shoulder, revealing your neck, giving him a blank canvass to leave open mouthed kisses on.

“Want to see you,” he murmurs against your feverish skin, his hand reaching to the zipper at the back of your dress, dragging it down your waist. He peels your dress from you like you were a gift, letting the fabric pool at your feet. You shiver at the feel of the sudden air on your skin.

Yuta takes a step back to take in your form, relishing every curve on your body. It wasn’t his imagination that your hips got fuller. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, if not, even more.

He walks behind you to remove the clasp of your brassiere. He glides it down your arms until it falls and unites with your dress on the floor. You suck in a breath as he places his palm over your stomach to bring you closer to him. His other hand snakes beneath your breast only to ghost his thumb over your nipple.

His hand on your stomach slowly travels south,, finding its rightful place inside your underwear. When he dips his finger into your slit to touch your bud, you put a hand over your mouth to prevent a moan from escaping you.

“Don’t fight it. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Yuta warns as he fully inserts two fingers inside you, curling them to find the soft spot inside of you. He dips his finger in and out, repeatedly hitting the right spot, settling into a rhythm.

“Yuta, I–,” you said, gasping, wanting to finally get the high only Yuta can bring. You’re unable to form words with the heat of his body grazing against your back and the sinfulness of his fingers working on your core.

But Yuta understood. He thumbs your clit as he continues to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. His lips pressed against the part of your ear that dips to meet your neck.

The room was filled only with your noises and the wet sounds of his fingers against your flesh. As he sped up, your legs buckled and stomach tightened, indicating that you were very very close.

And Yuta knows this, too. A familiar feeling of your body etched in his memory. The way your face contorts in pleasure and your desperate gasps are indicators that you were about to come undone.

With his other hand, he grabs your breast to fondle you into climax, “Come on baby, be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

And you do, a wave of pleasure hits you at the sound of Yuta’s voice. Your core clenches on his fingers, your chest heaves up and down trying to get enough wind in your lungs, and your knees wobble just a little bit.

Yuta eases out his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth to taste you, “So sweet, want to taste directly from the source.”

Yuta carries you to the sofa but before he can lay you down, you weakly protest, “Bedroom please. The sofa’s real leather.” Yuta lets out a quiet laugh. He considers challenging your protest, to tell you he’ll buy you a new one in the morning because he is impatient. But then this was your home — one that you built through hard work. So he follows.

“Where’s your room, baby?”

“Second floor, first door on the left.”

Yuta carries you up to your bedroom and when he gets inside, he surveys the interior of it.

“Yuta, need you to undress please, need to feel you closer,” you plead.

He places you in the middle of your bed before he steps away just a little bit to remove his shirt. To you it felt like he was unbuttoning his shirt so painfully slow, but in truth you just wanted to feel him skin to skin as soon as possible.

When Yuta was finally out of his top, you felt yourself salivating at the sight. He for sure got bigger than he was years ago. His muscles were more defined now and the veins on his arms were more prominent than how you recalled them to be. When your gaze lands on his hands, you see that his fingers slightly glistened from remnants of his spit and your cum.

“Your pants, too, Yuta, please,” you beg when you see him already coming to you without removing the bottom pieces of his clothing.

“Later sweet girl. Remember what I said? Won’t stuff you with my cock until I’ve made you come at least twice.”

You groan as Yuta hovers above you using his arms as an anchor on both sides of your head. “I won’t go anywhere, I’m yours the whole night and moving forward,” He comforts as he lowers his head to your lower stomach, his fingers toying with the garter of your underwear. He only fiddles with it slightly before ridding you from the last piece of fabric you have on.

Another fire is lit within Yuta as he eyes your soaking core. He licks his bottom lip at the sight before him. With some sweat on your forehead and your hair earlier well put but now carelessly splayed, you are a goddess in his sight.

He plants a kiss where your slit begins, dipping his tongue just slightly to touch your bud. He glides it up and down, flicking it repeatedly, and his movement sends sparks to your body. You arch your back and instinctively try to close your legs at the feeling of his tongue. But Yuta doesn’t let you.

He looks up at you with knitted brows as if to warn you not to get in his way of having his fill. He parts your legs wider with his hands to get a better taste of you. His tongue travels down to wear your entrance is, slurping, sucking your essence. Meanwhile, his thumb pays attention to your clit, tapping it at a mind blowing pace.

Your hips buck at the overwhelming sensations you feel throughout your body. The walls of your room become a silent witness to your vulgar moans, no longer making an effort to stifle it. Your arousal has completely taken over you and you can only shout Yuta’s name over and over again.

Yuta replaces his busy thumb with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking.

“Oh god!” you cry in a raspy voice. You don’t think you can take it anymore, you might just die tonight from Yuta’s mouth.

You bring a hand to Yuta’s hair only to tug his head closer to you, “M’so close,” you desperately tell the beast drowning himself in your wetness. You know he’s just enjoying himself and that he can take the whole evening just feasting on you.

You draw labored breaths as you brace yourself for another orgasm. What takes you there is Yuta inserting three fingers inside of you, pressing upward and against the opposite side of your clit adding pressure to your lower stomach.

True to his promise, you’re cumming for the second time but this time on his tongue. You writhe under him, legs shaking from the intensity of your high. He continues to lap at your folds and you sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

Weak as you may be, you try to push Yuta’s head away from you only for him to gently take your hand in his and continue slurping you. He doesn’t separate his lips from your core until after another minute. Once he’s done, his lips and chin were glistening from your juice.

Yuta’s eyes don’t leave your wrecked form as he stands to take all of you in, his hands resting on the band of his pants, the outline of his cock pressing against the poor fabric. You don’t want anything more at this moment than for him to fucking take it off already.

“Yuta,” you said breathlessly and with half-lidded eyes, “You fucking owe me time so stop teasing me and remove the damn pants.”

Yuta only smiles at your desperation, thinking its fucking cute. “Do you have condoms for me sweet girl?”

You freeze. Of course he doesn’t have a condom prepared, he couldn’t possibly have expected to have sex with you tonight. Neither did you, to be honest. But the difference between you and Yuta was that you had a plan in play and you made sure you were prepared at the onset. It’s just humiliating that you have to reveal yourself so early in your ploy.

You clear your throat, “You can go raw.” You inform him as you avert your gaze from him, “I’m on the pill.”

Yuta just nods understandingly, having no hint that the fact of your birth control was solely for him.

“No condom?” He asks and you only nod at him. “Fuck.”

Yuta wastes no time and finally removes his trousers. He lifts his feet off the ground only to fully remove the fabric from him. His cock was free at last, rock hard, long, and leaking. You sigh at the view and the fantasy that ran wild in your head.

Yuta ran a fist up his length as he approached you. He dips his head to kiss you and you taste yourself from your lips.

“You look so beautiful,” he praises. “Ready for me?”

You can only nod in anticipation.

“Need to hear you, baby. Can you use your words?”

“Yes, want you, daddy. Need you inside me.”

“Good girl.”

Yuta aligns the head of his cock to your opening, slipping past through the rim, intruding further. You bite the inside of your cheek at the burn of the stretch. Yuta sinks deeper in you and you close your eyes at the feeling of being impaled by something that seemed to be thicker than your forearm. You feel the friction of his skin and veins grazing against the walls of your cunt.

Little by little, Yuta bottoms out and you feel the tip of his cock touching your uterus, sending your body into a jolt. Pleasure and pain mixed so beautifully.

Yuta grunts at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him, “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock. Nobody fucked this cunt good while I was gone?”

You whimper at his words and shake your head, “Nobody could break me the way you could, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Yuta finds himself with blooming anger in his chest. It was his choice to leave you, for your benefit, he continues to convince himself. He was the one that let go and yet, the thought of other men knowing you, making you moan, touching you, and leaving remnants of themselves on your skin makes him angry. He had no right, yet he was furious.

With the storm in his heart, Yuta starts to rock himself inside of you. Thrusting his hips slow and deep, doing his best to remove any memory of another man from you. He hooks his hands under your knees to bring your legs closer to your chest so he can feel more of you.

The tension and the slap of his hips against your lower body brings your temperature up. You’re delirious.

Yuta tightens the grip he has on your legs but only for a moment. He moves his hands to grip your waist in a way that you know will leave bruises.

“Yuta!” You scream as he manhandles and flips you so that you’re on your knees and stomach. He takes you from behind, his pace unbroken by the switch in your position.

The change makes you feel all of him even more. Each one of his thrusts send you to heaven. You arch your hips further up and reach out to one of his hands only to put it on the back of your head. He fists your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up to him.

“Moan my name louder. Let them hear who’s making you feel good, sweet girl.” Yuta whispers in your ear as he takes his other hand to one of your nipples.

“Fuck, daddy! Yes!” You shout as a stray tear escapes from your eye. This riles Yuta up, making him add a notch to his speed.

Yuta knows you’re close again. He feels the muscles in your core fluttering around him. And to be honest, he is, too.

Yuta brings his hand to your core, his forefinger pressing and thumbing against your clit. The sensation makes you thrash against his hold, but with your hair still on Yuta’s fist, he doesn’t let you away from him.

Yuta thrusts into you one more, and then another, and then on the third one, you’re pushed over the edge, a fire of orgasm sipping through your soul. Yuta doesn’t stop. He also chases his high, not relenting his movement.

“D-Daddy, s’too much.” you blabber.

Yuta doesn’t prolong your agony. He turns your face towards him to take your lips into his as he cums inside of you. He lets out a guttural growl as he fills you to the brim with his seed, your wetness and his mixing inside of you.

You’re catching your breath as both of you collapse on the bed, a blanket sound of heavy breathing surrounding the two of you. His cock softens inside of you but he doesn’t thrust out.

Instead, he brings you close to him and peppers your shoulder with kisses, “Love you so much, ” he murmurs against your skin.

“Love you, too.” you mumble tiredly.

He takes out his cock from you and moves you so you’re on your side facing him. He takes one of your hands to his lips. He just stares at you with the same longing he had from earlier. He wonders if you truly have forgiven him or if his presence triggers unpleasant feelings in your heart. He doesn’t want that.

But he knows, this conversation can be had another time. For now, he’ll do as he swore. To make it up to you until morning comes.

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blondechariot · 10 days ago

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~NCT127 reaction to you wearing something revealing~

Pairing: NCT127 x Reader

Warnings: none :) have fun

Taeyong

Don’t cheat, okay?”

“I’m not! Can I finally see it now?”

“Yeah, I just want to fix it a little first.”

“Couldn’t you have done that before you called me in?”

“Don’t be such a boomer,” you grumble while your boyfriend covers his eyes with his hands and taps his foot impatiently.

You’ve been invited to an SM party, and you bought a brand new dress just for the occasion — all to surprise Taeyong. You know he’s going to love it, which only makes you more excited.

“Okay, 3, 2, 1, go!” you call out enthusiastically, striking a playful pose.

When he removes his hands from his eyes, they widen immediately, and a big grin spreads across his face.

“W-Wow,” he stammers, looking you up and down while you twirl around to show off the full dress.

“So? What do you think? Can I show up like this?” you ask sarcastically, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“Baby, you look stunning,” he marvels, reaching for your hands.

“R-Really amazing,” he repeats with sparkling eyes, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beam back at him, happy with his reaction.

He smiles and then looks at you excitedly. “But to be honest, I have something for you too.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Yep, now you have to close your eyes,” he grins.

You shut your eyes and hear him walking away. When he comes back, you wait patiently until he tells you to open them.

As you do, your face freezes for a second.

“That’s your blazer,” you say, a little puzzled.

He nods proudly, holding it out to you.

“Yeah, and you’ve always said how much you liked it. So I decided to give it to you!”

“Oh… cool,” you say uncertainly, taking it from him hesitantly.

“Come on, try it on!” he urges excitedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you slip on the blazer. It reaches just above your thighs, and the sleeves are a little too long.

“It looks better on you than it ever did on me!” he cheers, spinning you around.

“It’s a bit big, isn’t it?”

“That’s trendy now! Everyone’s wearing stuff like that,” he assures you enthusiastically.

“Really?”

The doorbell rings, and Taeyong quickly turns his head.

“Oh, the car’s here! It’s cold outside… you could just leave it on,” he suggests.

“You want me to wear it to the party?”

“Why not? It looks great with the dress, and like I said, it’s trendy!” he insists optimistically.

You glance down at yourself uncertainly.

“Tae, I don’t know—”

“We should hurry,” he interrupts, quickly buttoning the blazer over your chest.

“You can decide if you like it on the way there, but the venue’s probably going to be pretty drafty. It’ll keep you warm,” he says hastily before pulling you toward the front door before you can protest.

Jaehyun

“I like this spot,” you say contentedly as you walk along the beach with your boyfriend Jaehyun, looking for the perfect place to settle down.

You squeeze his hand while he walks beside you and he nods, smiling.

“Sure,” he agrees and sets the bag down in the sand before pulling out the large towel and spreading it out.

The wind blows through your hair, and you brush it out of your face.

“It’s super windy today,” you remark.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a cheeky grin, winking at you.

You giggle and nudge him in the side.

“Do you want to go straight into the water?” he asks, already pulling off his T-shirt.

“I think I’ll stay in the sun for a bit first,” you decide, and he shrugs.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he teases and smacks your butt playfully.

Laughing, you watch him head toward the water.

You, on the other hand, sit down on the towel and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

You’re wearing a light blouse and the hot pants he gave you for your birthday.

You let the salty breeze wash over you for a while, enjoying the smell of the ocean, before deciding to get a little sun on your skin.

You stand up again, unbutton your blouse, and slip off your shorts.

You’re wearing a brand-new bikini that perfectly matches your hair and skin tone.

You tug lightly at the side ties and smile, pleased.

You spot Jaehyun in the water and wave at him.

He waves back, only vaguely able to make out your figure on the beach.

What he can clearly see, though, is two volleyball players turning to look at you and nudging each other.

He frowns and runs a hand through his wet hair, leaving the water and heading back toward you and the towel.

You’re lying on your back, soaking up the sun, when you notice his shadow looming over you.

“That was quick,” you say in surprise, opening your eyes.

“Is that new?” Jaehyun asks, nodding toward your bikini.

“Yeah, cute, right?” you reply happily.

“Yeah… very,” he mutters, glancing over at the two volleyball players.

“Hey, why don’t we go swimming together? I’m so lonely in the water,” he says.

“In ten minutes, okay? I’m a little cold and I want to warm up first,” you explain.

“Oh, you’re cold? Good thing you brought that pretty cover-up,” he says quickly, rummaging through the bag.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, here it is. If you’re cold, you should wear it,” he suggests, draping it over your body.

“What—”

“Perfect! I’ll just lie down next to you too, that way you’ll be protected from the wind,” he adds and settles beside you, positioning himself to block the view and making it very clear to the volleyball players that he is the only one allowed to admire you.

Johnny

“Are you here alone? It’s so quiet,” Mark says in surprise as he steps into your apartment.

Johnny chuckles briefly and shakes his head.

“No, she’s just sleeping,” he explains before they head into the living room.

He closes the door carefully to avoid waking you up, so he and Mark can spend the afternoon gaming.

After about an hour, you slowly open your eyes from your nap and yawn deeply.

You fumble around blindly for your phone to check the time.

Stretching lazily, you sit up — your throat feels dry, and you’re starting to get hungry.

You hear muffled noises coming from the living room and assume Johnny has a friend over.

Still a little sleepy, you climb out of bed and swap your wrinkled sleep shirt for one of Johnny’s oversized T-shirts, which falls almost to your knees.

You’re only wearing a bra and underwear underneath, but you really don’t care.

When you leave the bedroom and open the door to the living room, the first thing you spot is Mark sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, giving him a small smile.

Mark flashes you a quick smile, his eyes briefly scanning your figure — though you don’t notice.

You shuffle into the kitchen where Johnny is standing by the fridge, pulling out a Coke.

“Hey,” you greet your boyfriend.

“Good morning,” he laughs, bending down to kiss you.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not long enough,” you sigh, leaning against him.

He grins and runs his hands along your back, down to your legs.

His hands pause for a second, and he smiles.

“Wow, that’s a lot of bare skin,” he notes playfully.

“I’m not naked or anything,” you shrug.

“Not much is missing,” he grins, lifting the T-shirt slightly.

“At least you’re wearing underwear.”

“Hey!” you protest.

“You must have tons of super comfy sweatpants you could put on,” he says brightly.

“But it’s warm,” you argue.

“Then just roll up the legs! Come on, I’ll show you where they are,” he says decisively, gently pushing you out of the kitchen by your back.

“Where are we going?”

“Eyes on the game!” Johnny calls back over his shoulder to Mark as he leads you down the hallway back to your room and opens your closet.

“Here, this one’s nice. Put it on.”

“That one’ s way too big for me.”

“All the more comfortable!” he insists with a grin.

Mark

“Happy Halloween!” you shout excitedly as you jump around the corner, making a scary face.

You and Mark are headed to a costume party, and you’ve come up with the perfect outfit.

You’re wearing a black corset with an attached cape and matching over-the-knee boots.

Sharp vampire fangs flash in your mouth as you let out a playful hiss and flash Mark a big smile.

“Whoa, you’re a vampire,” he says, stunned, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, cool, right? I made it myself,” you say proudly, twirling your cape.

“Where’s your costume?” you scold him teasingly.

“Oh, uh, I was going to get changed,” he says, thinking for a second before his gaze drops to your outfit.

“Nice shoes… but aren’t they gonna be uncomfortable all night?” he asks, concerned.

You look down at your boots and then glance back at him sadly.

“You don’t like it,” you say, disappointed.

“No, no, no, no,” he says quickly, stepping closer.

“I love it. You look amazing,” he says proudly, making you look at him questioningly.

“But?” you prompt, raising an eyebrow.

He grits his teeth and laughs awkwardly.

“Baby, they’re never gonna leave me alone if you show up at the party looking like that.”

You giggle awkwardly and lift a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You look incredible — that tight corset… and those… tight boots… Are you even wearing a bra?” he asks, trying to sound casual.

“Of course I am. It’s a strapless one though, otherwise it would look weird,” you explain.

“But if it’s a black bra, it would totally match the outfit!” he says excitedly.

“And you could throw on a leather jacket too. You’d be like a sexy biker vampire,” he suggests, looking thrilled.

Your excitement dims a little and you look at him uncertainly.

“I don’t have another costume, Mark.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to tell you what to wear,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug.

“But… I do have something that would look really good on you,” he admits, and you eye him skeptically.

“What is it?”

“Hey guys! You look awesome!” Yuta beams as you both stand at the door.

Mark is dressed in a firefighter costume, holding a rubber axe.

“And you’re…?” Yuta trails off, looking at you in confusion.

“I’m a hockey player,” you explain dryly, wearing an XXL jersey with shoulder pads underneath and holding a helmet under your arm.

“Cool, come on in,” Yuta says, stepping aside.

“I feel ridiculous,” you mutter to Mark, annoyed.

“Nah, you look sexy. A sexy hockey player,” he grins.

Yuta

I’m so hyped for this movie. I heard it’s supposed to be super scary. Jungwoo’s probably gonna pee his pants,” he laughs mischievously while typing on his phone, walking into your bedroom.

You’re just zipping up your skirt and smoothing down your tight top in front of the mirror when he enters and catches sight of you.

He stops for a moment, gives you a once-over, and bursts out laughing.

You turn your head and look at him in surprise.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

He keeps laughing as he closes the door behind him and tosses his phone onto the bed.

“Nothing, nothing. You look amazing,” he says enthusiastically, opening his closet doors.

“Then why are you laughing?” you ask suspiciously.

“Because next to you, I look ridiculous,” he snorts, pulling his sweater over his head.

“This is better,” he says, grabbing a vest he once wore during a video shoot.

It’s made of black leather and has a deep neckline.

You stare at him, perplexed, as he puts it on and admires himself in the mirror.

“You’re really gonna wear that? To the movies?” you ask, shocked.

“Yeah, why not? I like this vest,” he says, grinning.

“Yuta, we’re going to the movies, not Coachella,” you say, clearly unimpressed.

“But look, it matches your skirt! We could go in matching outfits,” he says excitedly, biting his lip.

You picture other women staring at him, probably drooling over him non-stop.

“At least… at least zip this up,” you mumble, trying to pull the zipper of his vest upward.

“Babe, that ruins the whole look,” he laughs, pulling the zipper back down.

You eye him for a while, then glance down at your own outfit.

“If you want to match outfits, let’s wear something else,” you murmur decisively, scratching your head.

“Nah, it’s fine. Leave it. I like it — it shows off your butt really nicely,” he says cheerfully.

But you’re clearly no longer thrilled about your outfit.

“No,” you growl through gritted teeth.

“I’m changing — and so are you!” you say loudly, rummaging for a simple T-shirt that would match his.

“If you say so,” Yuta shrugs, but he can’t hide the triumphant smile on his face as he watches you pull off the red low-cut top.

Doyoung

You’re carrying two bags of food as you walk down the hallway, heading toward the recording studio where your boyfriend has been working all day.

You’re wearing a short plaid skirt and a black-and-white striped T-shirt, which you tied up just above the waistband of your skirt to make it fit better.

Doyoung has been keeping you updated throughout his stressful day at the studio, and you definitely noticed how tired he sounded.

His last few messages were short, filled with emojis showing just how stressed he was.

So you stopped by his favorite takeout spot to grab his favorite meal — and picked up a delicious coffee from Starbucks too.

You maneuver the bags into one hand so you can knock on the door with the other.

“Yeah?” comes a voice from inside.

You push the door open with your hip, beaming from ear to ear.

“Surprise!” you announce cheerfully.

Your boyfriend swivels around in his chair, looking at you in shock — and then grins wide.

“Hey,” he says, clearly pleased.

“I brought you — well, you guys — some food. And I got you a coffee,” you tell him, setting the bags down on the table.

He gets up from his chair and walks toward you.

“Thank you, baby,” he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

You smile brightly at him, and he smiles back as his gaze drifts down to take in your outfit.

“Is the outfit part of the surprise too?” he asks curiously, biting his lower lip.

You chuckle and run a hand over his chest.

“Why? Do you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” he murmurs, “even though that kind of skirt might be better suited for more… private spaces, don’t you think?” he adds cautiously with a wide grin.

You laugh and give him a teasing look.

“What’s wrong? Afraid someone else’s eyes might wander?” you tease.

He snorts dismissively and clears his throat.

“No,” he says firmly, giving you a proud look. “They wouldn’t dare.”

You raise an eyebrow and grin while he looks at you fondly.

“Well, if you want, I can keep wearing this outfit for the rest of the day… and wait for you at home,” you tease.

He smirks, resting his hands on your hips.

“Sounds good,” he murmurs before kissing you softly.

Just then, the door opens and Taeyong appears in the doorway.

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there. You look great,” he says with a wink before nodding at Doyoung and disappearing again.

You turn your head back to Doyoung, who’s frozen, staring at the door.

You clear your throat and look at him questioningly.

“Do you have a hoodie I could—”

“Yeah, here,” he cuts in immediately, handing you his hoodie.

You pull it on, and he tugs it down even further to cover your thighs.

“Much better,” he says dreamily before kissing you proudly again.

Jungwoo

“Ouch!” you squeal when your boyfriend pinches your thigh again.

You’re out with Johnny and Jaehyun, and since it’s a warm day, you decided to wear a summer dress — a slightly shorter one.

Jungwoo hadn’t said much when you showed him the outfit at home, but ever since you stepped outside, he hasn’t stopped tugging the hem of your dress down, trying to cover more of your thighs.

Every now and then, though, he ends up pinching your skin, earning him an angry glare from you.

“Oh nice, ice cream! It’s on me,” Johnny announces happily, heading toward a nearby ice cream truck.

“I’ll help him,” Jaehyun says, following after him.

You decide to sit down on a bench, smoothing out your dress as Jungwoo suddenly plops himself down onto your lap, wrapping an arm around you.

“Jungwoo!” you yell in disbelief, staring at him.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Get off me!”

“But you’re comfy,” he protests, shifting around on your lap.

“You’re wrinkling my dress!”

“No, I’m actually stretching it a little, which isn’t that bad. I think it might have shrunk in the wash,” he says, pretending to think seriously about it.

You roll your eyes and give him a shove until he finally gets up.

He grits his teeth a little when Jaehyun and Johnny come back, handing you an ice cream.

Jungwoo doesn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s eyes briefly linger on your exposed legs and he clears his throat pointedly.

“I don’t want anything to get dirty. Here,” he says, quickly taking off his denim jacket and laying it across your lap.

You shoot him a “Seriously?” look but give in when you see his pleading expression.

You quietly eat your ice cream, chatting with the guys while Jungwoo sits next to you with his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

When it’s time to head off again and you try to give Jungwoo his jacket back, he just smiles sweetly at you.

“Keep it, I’m warm anyway.”

“I’m warm too — that’s why you should take it back,” you reply dryly.

“You know what? I have a really great idea,” he says suddenly.

He grabs his jacket and pulls you gently closer by your waist, tying it around your hips.

“There! You look super cute,” he says proudly, tugging the jacket a little so it looks like a skirt and covers your thighs properly.

When he sees you pouting, he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses you.

“Super cute,” he repeats, beaming.

“Super cute,” you mimic his voice, pulling a funny face.

Haechan

You’re lying on your back on an inflatable float in the pool, one hand trailing lazily through the water while you let the sun warm your face.

You and the Dreamies decided to hit the pool because it was simply too hot to do anything else.

Since your boyfriend and Jaemin went to grab some drinks, it’s just you, Jeno, Renjun, and Chenle for now, already cooling off and enjoying the water.

You’re wearing the bikini that Haechan loves most on you — it’s sure to be a nice surprise for him.

“Watch out!” you hear Jeno shout just before a beach ball smacks into your stomach, making you flinch.

“Hey!” you yell at Jeno, who swims over, looking sheepish as he comes to retrieve the ball.

“Sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head as you sit up.

“Nice bikini, is it new?” he asks curiously, his eyes briefly scanning you.

“Not really, I just don’t wear it that often,” you shrug.

“Looks good,” he says, giving you a quick nod before grabbing the ball and swimming back over to Chenle.

You’re about to lie back down when you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jaemin arriving with drinks.

Your face lights up and you slide off the float, swimming back to the pool’s edge.

As you climb out of the water, Haechan’s smile freezes when he gets a good look at your bikini.

He quickly shoves his drink into Jaemin’s hands and hurries over to you.

“Heeeeeey,” he says loudly, pulling you into a tight hug, making sure to use his body to shield yours from view.

“Why are you wearing that bikini?” he whispers into your ear.

“Because you love it. And Jeno said it looks good too,” you tease.

“Oh, did he now?” Haechan says, clearly stressed, glancing over his shoulder at Jeno.

“Haechan, we’re at a pool. What else am I supposed to wear?” you ask, laughing.

“You know those gorgeous vintage swimsuits from the 50s? They really show off the curves — super classy,” he says dreamily, but you immediately see through his plan.

“I know them. But I prefer bikinis from this century. And I’m pretty sure you do too,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Are you saying you don’t like the way I look?”

“Of course I do. You look absolutely stunning today,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you blush a little.

“Thanks,” you grin shyly as he cups your face in his hands.

“But you look a little too good,” he murmurs before giving you a quick shove — sending you splashing right back into the pool.

Your once-dry hair now clings to your face, and you come up sputtering, shocked.

“Haechan!” you bark, furious.

He claps his hands and gives you two thumbs up.

“Now you look even better, baby!”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #nct 127 #nct imagines #romance #jaehyun #johnny suh #jung jaehyun #kpop edits #taeyong #haechan #nakamoto yuta #doyoung #mark lee

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limi-pie · 1 year ago

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Longing or love pt. 2

A/N: Heyo my lovely peaches, am back from inactivity. And I have finally overcome my laziness and procrastinating ass and managed to deliver pt. 2 of my hot, spicy and sexy🔞 ff, hehe.🙊🤤

Anyways, less talking and let's get into it, YUH‼️ Lemme know if you find something I can improve or do better, any form of feedback and support is highly appreciated! For the steamy scenes I highly recommend listening to TXT's "Sugar Ride Rush". 🔥👀

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta, (Specific) Female! Reader, and Lee Taeyong

Contains: Babygirl asf‼️Y/N, Professor! Taeyong, Boss/CEO! Yuta, Comedy, Complicated relationships, Classroom sex, Dark themes, Dysfunctional relationships, Estranged relationship, Financial struggles, Mature themes, Melodrama, NSFW, Secretly dating/hooking up, SMUT, Student/Office worker! Y/N, Romance, Slight age gap (nothing too serious or illegal, lmao. In other words they're all adults.) Unprotected sex, (homegirl is careless and dirty like that lmao. Just like me fr)

Warnings: Aftercare, abandonment (idk, I’m just adding it to be safe tbh), alcohol, absent parents, blowjob(m), bullying, breast sucking, breast play, consensual sex, cockwarming, cuddles, cursing, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum play, daddy issues, divored parents, drinking, dirty talk, exhibitionism (slight), face fucking, family dysfunctions, fingering, foreplay, gambling, gaslighting, hair pulling, harassment, kissing, manipulation, making out, oral sex (f), PDA, pregnancy (also mentioned), praise kink, public sex (semi), tattoos, titty-fucking, two-timing, teasing, unprotected sex, verbal abuse (feel free to let me know if there are thing I should add/update!)

Wordcount: 21,2K, honestly RIP☠️ and AM SORRY🙊

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Disclaimer: (I wrote this fanfiction purely because of my wild imagination and finally let horniness loose‼️)

This piece of writing is fanmade and all just my imagination, I have no actual intentions of actually shipping NCT members like this nor do I mean they would behave/act like this in real life. Another thing, the main theme in this story has deep-rooted issues which involves an abusive, toxic and unhealthy relationship with a father, in other words ‘Daddy Issues’. If you have daddy issues (like myself) or is easily triggered by this kind of theme, then I suggest to read this with caution or not read it at all, up to you. It’s not severely bad but it’s a lot about losing trust, abandonment and mentally abuse, etc., see my warnings to get more clear discriptions to avoid feeling uncomfortable and such.

Finally, regardless if you have daddy issues or something else, please remember that you are deeply loved and that your past relationship with your parents don’t define you as a person.💚 Please, love yourself, cherish and take care of yourself, you’re an incredible person.

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“Did you fire your tutor?” Yuta asked, eating a cookie and leaning against the kitchen counter when Yuka sighed, “yeah I did.” She huffed and crossed her arms, “–now it’s just time to find a new one…” She chewed her cookie. “I’m proud of you,” he smiled and hugged her, “–and sorry,” he muttered, patting her hair, “It’s okay, Papa.” She nodded, drinking a bit from her glass of milk.

“I’m sorry for making you do this.” Yuta muttered, protectively hugging her as she mumbled, “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this, Papa,” she pouted, cuddling into his chest. “I know, but these crazy reporters and paparazzi won’t leave us alone if they find out I have a daughter and you would get a lot of unnecessary questions, attention, and hate.” He patted her head, “I just want you to live a normal life not feel the pressure of me being a public figure; a CEO,” he confessed, patting her shoulder as she nodded understandingly.

“Papa…?” Yuka mumbled, lying in her bed as he tugged her in, “mhm, what is it, Sweetie?” He looked at her deeply, “are you seeing someone right now?” Her eyes were directed at the hickey on his collarbones, “oh, well,” he mumbled, “–not really, Yuka-chan,” Yuta laughed nervously, rubbing the side of his neck, “liar. Papa’s definitely seeing some woman,” she scoffed sassily. “It might be just a fling, Yuka-chan, nothing serious,” he confessed, patting her hair.

“Just tell me once it’s a serious relationship… I want to meet her too, someday,” Yuka said, turning around as she closed her eyes. “When it happens I will, don’t worry,” Yuta promised, patting her shoulder as he left her room. For my 13-year-old teenage daughter, I really can’t fool her by lying, she picks up on things quickly.

Dating wasn’t a problem for me, but it was rather a bit of a taboo since I already had a child. And now that I’m a single father, I’m often met with prejudices and stigma. I’ve been to several dates but none of them ever caught my attention or interest. After all, I’m no longer as carefree and naive as when I was young… Besides, I would never introduce a new woman to Yuka if I wasn’t 100% sure that she was the one. I just can’t ever bring myself or her to get attached to someone who could abandon and hurt us again…

Yuta went to his office room, wearing his eyeglasses, and began doing some important paperwork. In the dim light of his desk lamp, his right hand began signing on the piece of paper. “Meeting with Dori-Ani tomorrow, afterwards late dinner with Yuka-chan…” He mumbled to himself while noting it down in his calendar. However, his head was filled with thoughts of you. That sweet smile of yours, the way your eyes drew attention to him. I should make it clear to Y/N before it gets too complicated… I can’t have a secret relationship with a coworker of mine and hide it from Yuka. It’ll hurt us all in the end.

You were lying in your bed, briefly reflecting on what had just occurred today. Giving your professor a blowjob during the day and then having sex with your Boss at night. You put your hands behind your head and let out a deep sigh. “Park Y/N, you’re really unbelievable sometimes,” you said to yourself and shook your head in slight disbelief, scoffing. You hummed and licked your lips.

“I’m really fucked up.” You confessed out loud before diving back into your deep thoughts.

Funny enough… Threesomes have always been on your bucket list, the intimacy of fucking two different guys at the same time was exhilarating to you. Not to mention the pure pleasure and excitement just by the thought of it. You smirked and nodded to yourself. Never done that before… but two-timing grown men. You poked the inside of your cheek before lying on your right side and resting your head on your forearm. Giving your professor Lee a blowjob wasn’t too bad, if you didn’t do it you would have to drop out! Besides, you lowkey enjoyed sucking on that tasty and big cock of his… You pouted, pursing your lips, and exhaled.

You were surprised though… Never in a million years would you have imagined or figured out that professor Lee Taeyong was secretly crushing on you. Especially with the way he demonstrated his disappointment in you and recalled the countless times of his unreasonable scolding. Then again hooking up with your Boss wasn’t part of your plan, it just happened and you didn’t hate it. You’ve also told yourself and were fully convinced that you were out of Yuta’s league and he probably wasn’t the slightest interested in you. This is probably true but you somehow had tiny hope, something about Nakamoto Yuta made you feel comfortable and safe.

“I wonder when… Mr. Taeyong fell in love with me, mmh~” you snuggled your pillow “–going to ask him tomorrow…” You mumbled, getting super drowsy as you closed your eyes. Your hand reached for your nightstand to turn off your lamp. “Enemies-to-lovers… huh?” You mumbled before succumbing to your sleep.

The next morning…

You woke up after sleeping so wonderfully, “mmh, last night was so incredible~” you stretched your arms and smiled, seeing the rays of sunlight through your blinds. You went over to the bathroom to pee and then wash your hands and face. You wore a white button t-shirt, a lavender-yellow pleated skirt, knock-off black Chanel straps, black stockings, and your black Dr. Martens boots. You wore your silver earrings and headed out to university.

On the bus, you plugged your headphones in and listened to the soft melody of your current favorite song.

🎶Bogo shipda malhago shipeo I miss you, ije neoneun eopjiman🎶 🎶niga eomneun haruga deo gireo deo gireo, haruga gilge neukkyeojyeo neo eopshi🎶

“I wish we were like yesterday, yesterday…” You were humming happily to Yesterday by CHOA as you made your way to your locker, “mmm, someone seems to be in a good mood today~” Yeonwoo giggled, opening her locker, “heh-heh, you could say I slept great yesterday.~” You snickered, winking at her as she gasped, “oh my god, did you hook up with someone again?” You giggled, grabbing your books and closing your locker.

“I’ll tell you all about it later, for now, let’s eat some breakfast and then head to class,” you smiled, all cheerful and excited. “Mmm~ you seem so interested in Mr. Lee’s classes now, did something happen?” Yeonwoo cooed, placing her notebook on the table. “Wh-what? No, I just realized that this year I won’t slack off anymore,” you pursed your lips, thinking about what happened yesterday between the two of you.

“–Wait, dance practice is canceled today?” You asked, eating some Shin Ramen cup noodles as Yeonwoo nodded, “yeah, Hyoyeon-Unnie is holding a meeting since more students wanted to join our dance team,” she added, eating her fruits. “Anyways, what’s up with your hook-up last night? Which university is it this time? Or is it another unemployed SoundCloud rapper?” She giggled, raising an eyebrow, “wh-what, he’s not a university student or a SoundCloud rapper. In fact, he’s a different league this time,” you prepped your hand to your cheek and blushed at the thought of him.

“Mhm, he’s a bit older and super handsome.~” You bit the tip of your nail and giggled, “yah, Park Y/N, have you lost your mind? Are you banging a rich Ahjussi?” Yeonwoo crossed her arms and stared at you in disbelief, “he’s not an Ahjussi! Jeez, do you really think I would stoop so low to go after someone twice my age?” You scoffed sassily before twirling your hair around your finger, slightly biting your bottom lip. “Then tell me who is it? Is it someone from your part-time job?” She asked, taking a sip of her strawberry milk.

“Maybe…? Ehehe, I hadn’t been fucked so good in a while~” You hummed, sipping your banana milk. “Aish, you’re so shameless,” Yeonwoo shook her head before finishing her meal. “One day you should go look for an actual nice boyfriend,” she said as you nodded. “Yeah, yeah, Mommy,” you waved your hand and got up.

“Could you book me an appointment with your hairstylist? I need to dye my hair,” you hummed, walking with Yeonwoo, arms locked as you made your way to class. “Mmm, you’re going to dye your hair?” She cooed as you nodded, “yeah~ I got paid extra from my part-time job, I’m thinking blonde highlights,” you smiled, walking up to your seats. “Mmh-mmh, I might also need a haircut.” She touched her split ends and laughed.

“But sure, I’ll book an appointment for us,” Yeonwoo said, “by the way, I've been thinking of getting a part-time job as a tutor,” she hummed, placing her books on the table, “oh really, how come? Isn’t working as a barista enough for you?” You asked, fixing your mascara with your small mirror. “Well, it’s just extra easy money on the side, my friend Taeha recommended a website I could use,” she smiled, drinking some water as professor Lee walked inside and greeted us all, “good morning everyone,” he looked around the classroom.

“I’ll tell you about it at lunch later,” Yeonwoo added, opening her notebook as professor Lee began to speak. “Right, so today, we will shortly be discussing the topics for this year’s exams.” You leaned forward and prepped your hand to your cheek eagerly, somewhat excited about today’s class. “It's really beautiful outside,” he leans on the desk, supporting himself. “–How about we work outside and enjoy the nice spring weather?” He suggested while smiling as everyone cheered.

It was strange, just one week ago Taeyong threatened you to drop out of Yonsei University, and just yesterday, you were eagerly sucking on his cock. But today he looked way hotter than usual.

“–Ms. Park, are you listening?” Professor asked as everyone looked at you, “huh? Sorry professor Lee, what were you talking about?” You bowed as Yeonwoo giggled, “Ms. Lee please tell her what she missed,” he sighed as she nodded, “we’re going to be doing some research and reading for this assignment next week, but he said since it’s such nice weather today, we can go and work outside.” She explained as you nodded, “oh that’s so great!” You smiled happily and exited the lecture hall, running to the grass immediately.

“Mmh-mmh!” You pulled the attached Chanel straps down, “this is so nice,” you hummed and took your shirt off, and placed your towel on the grass. Yeonwoo giggled and watched you wear your sunglasses as you lay down as she sat on the grass, “it is nice, however, you should focus on reading instead of sunbathing, silly,” Yeonwoo laughed, writing notes on her laptop.

“I’m kinda jealous of your gorgeous tanned skin, it glows in the sunlight, so sexy and smooth~” she hummed, rubbing your back as you read some articles, “mmh, you think so?” You looked back, feeling her stroke your lower back’s ‘Daddy’ tattoo as she giggled. “Still can’t believe you actually ended up doing it, hehe,” she traced her fingertips on it, spelling out the word.

“Well, I lost that dare after all,” you huffed, lowering your sunglasses sassily as Yeonwoo smiled proudly, “that’s true,” she patted your butt, “–and I’m a woman of my words,” you smirked and winked before popping a blueberry flavored lollipop into your mouth.

“That’s also true, oh Taeha has texted me,” Yeonwoo stroked your back as she texted back, “she wants to meet me in a few minutes since a mutual friend of ours wants to join the dance crew.” She read out loud while also scanning her sociology notes for any mistakes, “mmh, that’s great - the more, the merrier,” you smiled, fanning yourself with your hand. “I should use some sun lotion…” You huffed, kicking your feet.

“Ms. Lee, someone’s waiting for you, near the Yeonhi Hall,” Taeyong informed Yeonwoo as she nodded and ran away to greet Taeha, “what’s up, professor?” You hummed and looked at him while you were reading your book.

“Mhm, are you enjoying your studies or your sunbath, Ms. Park Y/N?” He crossed his arms, staring at you in utter disbelief. “Mmh, don’t worry - I’m multitasking, professor Lee,” you answered, playing with a pencil in your hand, he huffed as he suddenly took a quick glimpse at your smooth back.

“What a mischievous and naughty tattoo, you’ve on your lower back,” you looked at your ‘Daddy’ tattoo and chuckled, licking your lollipop, “and what about it?” You replied sassily and stared at him, “oh nothing, it’s just super sexy,” he laughed before clearing his throat. “Don’t forget sun lotion, the sun’s quite hot today. It's scorching,” Taeyong folded his arms as he turned around about to walk away, “–mmh, oh really? Mind helping me put some on, professor Lee?~” You cooed and snickered, waving the bottle of sun lotion.

He stared at you in disbelief and huffed, “mhm, wouldn’t you think that would be crossing the line, Ms. Park?” Taeyong scoffed and looked around before sitting down on the grass, “mmh, dunno, nobody’s around right now,” you cooed and continued reading your book. “Your friend Yeonwoo could be here any minute–”

“–I sent her over to get me a bottle of cold water,” you smiled and winked, showing your text message, “you’re really a sneaky one, aren’t you?” Taeyong scoffed and crouched down, pouring some sun lotion into his hands before rubbing it on your shoulders. “Wait, let me just,” you reached for your bra’s lock and unclasped it, “there, professor,” you placed your forearm on top of the other one whilst comfortably lying down, “that should be easier,” you hummed, resting your face on your arms as you relaxed.

This woman’s going to kill me… She’s clearly tormenting me.

“Don’t get used to this kind of treatment, Ms. Park,” he rubbed his hands on your back, his fingertips tracing your spine he rubbed your back, you hummed and placed your sunglasses on top of your head, “mmh, feels so good, professor,” you moaned and closed your eyes, feeling completely comfortable in your position. “You have such smooth skin,” he smiled, admiring your figure and the tattoos on your back and shoulders. He took a deep exhale, glancing at your ass as he tried hard to not get any wrong or dirty thoughts about you.

“Here too, professor,” you half-turned and patted on the back of your thighs before snickering, “my, you’re very demanding,” Taeyong exasperated, “you know… you’re sorta making it hard for me right now,” he sighed, rubbing your thighs as his fingertips a few inches away from sliding under your skirt. “How so?~” You asked dumbfoundedly, teasing him as you glanced at him while sucking on your lollipop as you bit your lips.

He scoffed, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “my hands are a few inches from grabbing your ass,” he bit his lips as you snickered and wiggled your ass. “Baby, quit testing and tempting me,” Taeyong patted and squeezed it as you whined a little, he pulled back and averted his eyes. He finally finished, rubbing the sun lotion on your thighs.

“Professor Taeyong?” You called as he turned, feeling you kiss him on the lips, “thank you,” you smiled as his eyes immediately dropped to your bare breasts, “you forgot to rub them with sun lotion, Taeyong,” you caressed his cheek, waving your lollipop and fluttering your eyes as he sucked his teeth, “don’t tempt me like this…” You kissed him, “pretty please, professor~” you asked kindly as he looked around, “this better be the last thing,” he hissed, rubbing his hands in sun lotion.

You nodded eagerly, supporting yourself with your arms behind you as Taeyong rubbed and fondled your breasts in lotion, “mmh, mmh…” You closed your eyes, enjoying the way his hands held and touched your breasts. He looked at you and then your chest, biting his bottom lip as he could clearly feel himself get a boner. You held him by the wrist, making his fingers rub and touch your areola as you blushed, “professor… aah…” you held onto his shoulders as his fingers were playing with your nipples.

“T-there,” Taeyong said, pulling away as you giggled, “thank you professor Taeyong,” you cooed and then kissed him before popping your lollipop back into your mouth. “Y-yeah, no problem, quick put this on, silly idiot,” he huffed, putting your bra on as you giggled and put your arms up and then locking them around his neck, “sorry~ ehehe~” he closed it as you looked at him and leaned closer as he got a bit shy, “–anyways, class’s over,” he placed your arms down, blushing red as you hugged his arm in return.

You pursed your lips and pulled out your lollipop to look at him, “what?” Taeyong mumbled, “kiss me, Taeyong,” you closed your eyes as he looked around, “you’re such a troublemaker,” he hissed, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a quick kiss as you deepened it. “Mhm… You taste like blueberries.” He hummed, tasting the sweet flavor of your lips. You started to kiss him more and as much as he wanted to push you away, he simply couldn’t.

“Mmh, mmh, professor,” Taeyong embraced you and continued kissing you, “Y/N,” he whispered, pulling you on his lap as you held onto his shoulder, “professor,” you called out when the two of you began making out intensely, you closed your eyes and smiled. “You’re a great kisser professor,” you whispered, placing kisses along his jawline as he panted a bit. “Love your kisses, Baby,” he huffed and kept making out with you roughly, he placed small kisses on the side of your neck as you whined.

He snatched the lollipop from your hand and he put it inside his mouth, he smirked before making out with you roughly. Your tongues rolled and swirled around the round piece of candy. You moaned, swallowing the mixed saliva as it dripped from your chin. He left the lollipop in your mouth and smirked before kissing your neck. “Ooh professor…” You muttered completely dazed by the way he was making you feel.

You felt something throb against you and looked down, you could clearly tell Taeyong was rock hard. You licked your lips and dropped the lollipop, you began stroking the outline of his zipper as he grunted, you looked into his eyes and smirked devilishly. He groaned as you silenced him by making out heavily.

The making-out session continued for several minutes as Taeyong slipped his hand under your skirt as you looked down and pulled him closer. “You like it?” Taeyong whispered, rubbing your thigh as you simply nodded, his hand started to rub on your panties, “aah…” You whimpered, feeling his palm press on your clothed pussy as he licked his lip.

He decided to kiss you and slide his hand into your panties, you looked at him and blushed red before making out with him, “mhm, mhm, Beautiful,” he slowly made out with you, “aah…” Taeyong stuck his hand inside your panties and gently cupped your pussy. He pulled back and looked at the beautiful expressions you were making, his fingers traced up and down on your outer labia, “aah… ahh…” You moaned and panted lowly, he inserted two fingers inside your pussy as you threw your head back.

“You like it…?” Taeyong whispered into your ear, touching and rubbing your pussy, “–you like it when I touch you like this?” He cooed, fingering you deeply as you nodded, “love it so much, professor,” you nodded eagerly and smiled, blushing red. He pulled your panties to the side as you smirked and started to make out with him, “love it when you touch me, Taeyong,” you moaned, feeling him rub and finger you hastily as you arched your back. He smiled and kissed your lips, “love hearing you moan like that, Baby,” he whispered, rubbing your clit.

“Aah, ahh…” You moaned as Taeyong pressed his forehead against yours, “you sound so sexy like that,” he grazed your clit as you were starting to get super wet, “you’re so fucking wet,” he chuckled as you gasped, “not my fault your fingering is incredible,” you moaned as he pulled your panties’ waistband down, you helped him slid them to your knees as you kept making out with him.

You felt his fingers curling inside your wet pussy as you kept moaning in between your hot kisses. “You’re so damn wet, Baby,” Taeyong hissed, pulling his fingers out to taste your juices as he kissed you, he swirled his tongue around yours as saliva dripped from your lips. You blushed red and spread your legs as he rubbed you roughly, you ground against him and tried to keep your moans as low as possible.

“Ooh professor, Taeyong…” You gasped, feeling him finger you deeply, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed yourself against his hand, you moaned into his ear as he smirked and chuckled. “Ahh, aah,” you stammered as he made out with you, swallowing your moans and whimpers. “Beautiful, mmh, mmh,” he hummed and squeezed your ass while kissing you like crazy as you gripped onto his shirt.

“–Y/N-ah!” You heard Yeonwoo’s voice call from a distance as he immediately pulled away from you. “Mmh, Taeyong…” You murmured, pressing your lips together as he looked down and put your panties back on you, “I know Babygirl,” Taeyong whispered as you kissed him one last time.

“Later,” Taeyong mumbled and got up quickly, fixing his tie as he walked off. On the pathway, Yeonwoo bowed to him as she ran over to you. “How’s reading going?” She smiled and sat next to you. You were still dazed from making out with him, you wore your sunglasses and tried to hide your smeared lipstick by covering your face in the book “–It’s going alright, just super boring…” You mumbled, nervously tagging some hair behind your ear when she suddenly snatched your book, “–hey! W–What are you doing?”

“Are you sure that you were reading this whole time?” Yeonwoo raised an eyebrow, staring at your lips as you pressed them together. Crap… she’s gonna know, I’m good as dead! You thought and sighed deeply, “you probably fell asleep and drooled all over this book while I was away,” she huffed, returning your book as you peeked at her innocently. “Ahaha, yeah you know me,” you laughed awkwardly. No way…! She’s actually buying this? You thought as she reached for something in her tote bag.

“Here, you must be thirsty sleeping in this heat,” Yeonwoo said, handing you a bottle of cold water, “ah thank you,” you smiled, taking a sip as you felt super refreshed afterward. “I had to go all the way around to the next vending machine since the closest one wasn’t working,” she frowned, checking her notebook while reading it.

I guess she did, thank God. It would’ve been so embarrassing if she caught me and professor making out here on the grass…

“Anyways, how’s your mother in the US?” Yeonwoo asked as you hummed, “I haven’t called her yet, should Facetime her later, I hadn’t really had time to catch up with her,” you replied, writing some keywords on your laptop. Taeyong observed you from afar behind a tree before sighing in relief.

Fuck, that was fucking close… He wiped the sweat off his forehead and chuckled. Y/N’s is a dangerous one, I’ve to be careful around such a woman.

You headed to the cafeteria to eat lunch with Youngji and Yeonwoo, along with a random girl you hadn’t met before. “Get a lot of food to eat, Unnie, you seem so skinny these days,” Youngji said, placing some Kimchi on your tray as you giggled, walking to an empty table as you sat down, “so Y/N-ah, and Youngji, this is Nancy she’s a new member to the dance team,” Yeonwoo said, patting her back as she bowed as you did the same while smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Sunbae and Ms. Youngji,” Nancy greeted as Youngji smiled, bowing too, “no need to be so formal with us,” she added, eating her rice, “anyways, Yeonwoo, you said your friend Taeha used to work as a part-time tutor right?” You hummed, eating your pickled radish as she nodded, “yeah, this is the website,” she said, typing the link into your laptop. “–Though she was recently fired, it had nothing to do with her, it was just something personal with the student.” She explained, “Ms. Akiyoshi, huh? She looks like a good kid,” you hummed, checking her profile picture.

“Taeha said that Ms. Akiyoshi usually fires tutors after a third time’s visit, she doesn't know why,” Yeonwoo hummed, eating her veggies, “oh, that sounds super unreasonable. I mean if you’re doing a great job at teaching or helping her with homework - why would you fire her then?” Nancy asked, looking at us while eating her egg.

“Maybe the kid got issues or something, it’s weird though, how much did she pay Taeha?” Youngji asked, drinking her banana milk, “Taeha said it was definitely worth the money, I mean even on her last day. She received an extra envelope with 15.000₩ from Ms. Akiyoshi,” Yeonwoo nodded, drinking her strawberry milk, the large amount of cash mentioned caught your attention as you signed up on the website.

“–Oh maybe I should try tutoring too, I didn’t know you’d get so much from tutoring chaebol kids~” You snickered, cupping your cheek and thinking about the potential money you could earn by teaching a brat. “It’s not that easy, Y/N-ah, imagine you also have to do unusual chores probably even babysitting them, I mean snobby chaebol families aren’t kind-hearted people,” Yeonwoo warned as you were too busy fixing your profile on the tutor website, “she looks cute and kind,” you hummed, checking Ms. Akiyoshi’s profile. Youngji moved closer, “ah, she looks a bit fierce and stubborn, kinda like you Unnie,” she chuckled.

“I hope she’ll accept my request,” you sent your application and hoped for the best. “So Nancy, what’s your major?” You asked, looking at her with a soft smile, “ah, I major in English Language and Literature. You and Yeonwoo-Unnie are sociology majors right?” She replied as you both nodded. “What about you, Youngji?” She asked, looking at her. When a man walked up to your table and knocked on it.

“–Excuse me for suddenly interrupting young ladies, Ms. Park, could you kindly help me with organizing in the library after school?” Mr. Jeong asked as you smiled, “sure I’ll be there around 4:00 PM, professor Jeong” he nodded and bowed, “sweet, I’ll see you there then, enjoy your lunch, ladies.” He smiled before walking away as Youngji smirked.

“Who’s that hottie, have never seen that professor before,” she admired him as he walked away, “oh that’s foreign exchange English professor Jeong Jaehyun, he’s originally from the US. One of the new English professors here at Yonsei University,” Nancy explained, eating her fruits. “By the way, my major’s Music Composition,” Youngji smiled as we all giggled.

“Come see me later in my meeting room, okay?” - Professor Lee T.

You read the note that was placed inside your locker as you looked around to check your surroundings, ensuring no one saw Taeyong’s note. You didn’t expect a random meeting with him once again after school.

You knocked on the door, “hey, professor Lee. It’s Park Y/N, are you in there–?” Taeyong pulled you inside and immediately locked the door, kissing you passionately as you embraced him, “–mhm-mhm, Y/N, you kept me waiting~” he hummed in between your kisses as he carried you to the table.

“–Mmh… Professor Lee… Ooh…” You mumbled and gripped tightly onto his shirt, feeling slightly flustered when Taeyong made out with you roughly. “Mhm, you don’t know how desperate I was to see you after flashing your boobs to me earlier, Y/N~” he cooed, kissing your neck as you whined a little.

“You know, you could’ve just fucked me there, professor Taeyong.” You scoffed, feeling him caress your cheek as you furrowed your eyebrows, “my, you seriously have no shame, do you?” He huffed, hearing your answer, “says the one who removed my panties and was fucking fingering me in public,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Taeyong laughed before giving you another kiss, “mhm, glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, Beautiful,” he added before holding you close, placing kisses all over your neck and collarbones. “We could’ve gone for a quickie,” you insisted, kissing him while winking. “I’m sure you would’ve liked it, you dirty pervert,” you teased as he kissed you roughly.

“Mhm, you wanted me to fuck you in the public space of Yonsei?” Taeyong scoffed, “–and for your dear Yeonwoo to see?” He added and smirked, tempting you with his words as you sighed, leaning against the edge of his table. “Uh-huh, mmh, I bet you’d enjoyed it~” you smirked, rubbing your knee against his boner as he groaned, “fuck, Baby.” He hissed, glancing at you almost admiring you. You locked your wrists around his neck as you made out with him, “mmh, professor,” you sighed as he kissed you roughly, he was so greedy of your lips, softly nibbling on them as he groaned.

Little Ms. Yonsei’s Goddess is such a tease… Holding back is becoming incredibly difficult for me. I might actually fuck her today…

“Y/N…” Taeyong pulled back, his eyes fixated on you and his forehead pressed against yours. “Mmh, professor,” You hummed, hugging him as he licked your neck. “Aah… Taeyong…” You muttered, feeling him suck on your collarbones. “–I’m getting hard, Babygirl.” Taeyong confessed as you looked at him. Surprisingly, you weren’t expecting him to straight up admit it.

“–So, are you going to fuck a student of yours?” You hummed, pushing him away as you tilted your head sassily, crossing your legs.

You were truly nothing but a menacing brat disguised as a young lady as if you weren’t super horny earlier for him and his attention.

You slid the Chanel straps off your shoulders as he poked the inside of his cheek. “Chanel huh?” Taeyong cooed, pulling it as you hummed, “it’s a knock-off, my ass is too broke to afford real designer things,” you admitted as you cupped his face before making out with him. “It almost could pass off as the real thing, want me to buy it for you?” He cooed as you fluttered your eyes.

“Would you do that for me, professor?” You tilted your head and held onto his shoulders before kissing him, “mhm, of course, I would.” No matter how many times you’d kiss him he could never have enough of you or your lips.

“Let’s continue from where we left off, professor,” you whispered, staring into his eyes that were full of lust as he nodded, deeply making out with you. His hands ran up and down on your back as you whined, feeling him swirl his tongue around yours. You were both panting slightly as he looked at you slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“Can we really do this?” Taeyong looked at your bra and exhaled deeply, “hmm… You want to fuck your own student?” You taunted him, dangling your feet as he huffed before hesitating a bit. But in the end, he nodded slightly.

It’s funny how the tables had turned, yesterday he was demanding and so dominant. But it seems today you had him wrapped around your finger. You were clearly taking advantage of this situation.

“Mhm, I thought that you would never ask, professor,” you smirked, playing with his tie as you pulled him close, “fuck me good, Taeyong,” you said before making out with him again, “mhm~ good answer, Beautiful,” Taeyong chuckled in between your deep and passionate kisses, he unbuttoned his button-up shirt.

You didn’t mind getting fucked by your professor, especially not when he’s so fucking handsome, hot and super intelligent.

“Don’t be so rough, be good to me, okay?” You demanded as he nodded before embracing and kissing you. “You have no idea how long I’ve liked you and how much I wanted you, Park Y/N.” Taeyong conveyed, looking at you deeply as you fluttered your eyes.

“Mmh, are you head over heels for me, Mr. Taeyong–?” You mumbled, looking at him. “–And you’re as clueless as usual.” Taeyong scoffed, grabbing you by the chin and gently rubbing your bottom lip before kissing you hard. You giggled and closed your eyes before deepening the kiss.

Professor Lee Taeyong, the man who never seemed to understand why everyone at the university admired or loved you finally understood now. You were outgoing, passionate, and incredibly beautiful; a killer personality. No one could resist your charms or your sweet smile.

“You like what you see, professor?” You took your shirt off and revealed yourself to him, he smirked and nodded in amusement, “oh Y/N, I definitely love what I’m seeing, Babygirl,” Taeyong poked the inside of his cheek and traced the material of your bra. He stepped back to take his shirt off, tossing it on the chair behind him as he flexed his abs to you. You whistled. “Damn, you’re fucking hot, professor,” you licked your lips, grabbing the edge of the table.

“Mhm, you think so?” You traced your fingertips on his abs as he smirked, “super hot,” you cooed, rubbing his torso as he slid your bra straps down. “Taeyong… Aah…” You whined, feeling him place kisses on your neck as he proceeded to take your bra off. You blushed red, seeing the way he looked and admired you. “Come here Baby,” he cooed, cupping your face and kissing you. Your chest pressed against his. You pulled him by the tie to make out with him. His hands ran up and down on your back as you two were making out like crazy.

The physical contact of your nipple rubbing against his turned you on, “aah… ahh…” You looked at him as he smirked and continued deepening his kisses with you.

And before you knew it, you couldn’t stop wanting more of him, his touch and his lips… His love for you…

“I like you so much, Baby,” Taeyong conveyed, kissing you deeply as you wrapped your arms around him. “Ooh… Taeyong, prove it to me then…” You hummed, feeling him place kisses and hickies on your neck and collarbones. “Mmh… My Taeyong…” You whined, feeling him press soft kisses on your breasts as you bit your lips. You could feel him grope and fondle your soft right breast in his warm hand. “Aah… Ahh…” You moaned, feeling him play and cup it so roughly that it was driving you crazy. “You have big and beautiful breasts,” he whispered, running his thumb over your nipple. You moaned, closing your eyes.

“Do you like it when I touch your boobs?” Taeyong scoffed, kissing your neck as you nodded desperately, “mmh, I love the feel of your veiny hands touching all over my tits, professor~” You licked your lips as he smirked, “just call me Taeyong, Beautiful.” He commanded and kissed your breasts. “Aah, ahh Taeyong…” You moaned, watching him motorboat them. “Mhm, Baby~” he cooed and kissed your nipples as he pulled back. You met each other with a sweet gaze then embraced each other.

“Professor…” You mumbled, letting him play and shake your soft breasts as he hummed. You could barely keep it together with the way you were being touched. “Mhm, Beautiful?” Taeyong cooed, kissing you deeply and passionately, you ran your hand up and down his abs. “I want you to fuck me now.” You demanded, admiring and stroking his ‘Astro Boy’ tattoo as he chuckled, unbuckling his pants as he looked at his watch before holding you close. “Alright, don’t worry professor’s going to fuck you good, Beautiful.” He muttered, patting your hair.

“–Mhm, but we don’t have a lot of time Babygirl, I’ve a meeting after this,” Taeyong whispered as he stripped you off your panties, leaving you in your skirt. You greeted him with a deep warm kiss before pulling his pants down. “I know professor Taeyong,” you hummed, pulling his black Celine boxers down as his cock sprung out. You blushed at the sight of it. You rubbed him, several groans leaving his lips.

“Mhm, too bad we’ve time for only one round, I would’ve fucked you till the sun went down.” Taeyong replied as you hummed, he poked the inside of his cheek, stroking and pinching your right nipple, listening closely to your loud whines and moans of his name. “Aah… Ahh… Taeyong!” You mewled, watching him suck on it greedily. “Aah… You’re like a baby, Taeyong…” He held both of your breasts as he shook them a little, you leaned back, closed your eyes, and moaned loudly.

“Aah… Ahh… Taeyong… You’re such a pervert!” You blushed red, feeling yourself get wet once he rubbed your nipples against each other, “sorry, seeing you moan and whine like that is such a turn-on, Beautiful,” he hissed. “Not to mention how perfect they are,” he scoffed, staring and fondling your breasts before licking and sucking your left nipple, you caressed and pulled his hair, letting out some low moans as you hugged his head.

A few minutes had passed as your breasts were covered in his kisses and your nipples covered in his saliva, “ooh Taeyong…” He smirked, seeing you marked in his love bites, “such a pretty girl,” Taeyong smirked as you blushed red, leaning back when he groped and fondled both of them, you moaned. “You have such pretty boobs, you know that?” He whispered into your ear as you gripped onto his left shoulder, as he pulled his pants down. You noticed his big bulge in those Celine boxer briefs and were super excited. “Professor Taeyong…” You hummed and touched his cock, “you like my cock, hmm?” He huffed, feeling you stroke and rub him gently as he grunted. “Mmh, I can’t wait…” You nodded excitedly while jerking him off.

Taeyong chuckled before smirking. “Taeyong… I’m a bit nervous…” You mumbled as he took your skirt off. “Mhm, don’t worry I’ll take care of you, we can stop at any moment if you feel uncomfortable.” He reassured you, holding your hand as you nodded and spread your legs apart.

“Now let’s warm you up a little, Baby,” Taeyong cooed, placing kisses on your abdomen and torso before pulling your Calvin Klein thong down as you blushed, “mmh, Taeyong…” You felt his warm lips place kisses on your pussy as you looked down. “A-aah… A-Ahh…” You whined, feeling him kiss and lick your outer labia, “mhm, so tasty,” he hummed, licking his lips as he started to suck on your lip, you gripped his hair and stroked his head. “Aah… Ooh, professor…” You moaned lewdly, feeling him suck on your clit as you thrust a little against his mouth.

“M-more Taeyong, please,” you muttered, blushing red as you pressed your pussy against his chin, “ask and you should get, Beautiful,” Taeyong smirked before slipping his tongue inside your folds, licking and slurping all your juices. You pulled his hair and moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips. “Ahh, ahh, Taeyong!” You held his head as he was sucking on your pussy, you got wetter with each second that passed. Then he licked all the juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. He detached himself from your pussy as he stood up, facing you and licking his lips.

Without a warning Taeyong looked at you deeply and shoved his big cock inside your pussy, you hugged him close, “aah!! Ahh! Taeyong…!” You cried at the stretch as he made out with you, “does it hurt?” He whispered under his rough panting. You squeezed his hand, shaking your head, “I’m not…” He fucked you at a fast pace, “–I’m not used to having such a big cock like yours enter me like that…!” You panted helplessly and heavily, trying to adjust to him as he watched you closely, admiring your loud and beautiful expressions.

“You look so adorable whining. But I know you can take it,” He chuckled, kissing you passionately as you ran your hands up and down his back. You inhaled and exhaled, his cock was so overwhelming and intense as a result; you cried a little, “nngh… Taeyong…” You whimpered, hugging him as you spread your shaking legs.

“Sorry, I’ll go slower, I was so excited that I got too impatient, forgive me, Y/N,” Taeyong whispered, cupping your cheek as he wiped the small tear away as you nodded before giving him a soft kiss. “It’s alright,” you replied through your shaken breath as he held you close to him, gently stroking your long black hair. “I’m also super excited and get so easily impatient too…” You hummed, locking your arms around his lower back and pulling him closer, his cock went deeper inside as you both moaned.

“Mmh-mmh… professor…” You moaned as he made out with you. “Fuck, fuck, feels so fucking great,” he cussed, lifting you in his arms as he was slipping in and out your pussy, leaving you frustrated with the way he was moving so hastily and impatiently.

“Aah… professor go slower, you pervert,” you hissed, grabbing onto his shoulders as Taeyong chuckled and smirked, “sorry, Beautiful, I will go slower,” he hummed before kissing you, he placed you down on the table again as he was going at a slower and enjoyable pace. You both moaned as you threw your head back. “So wet and warm, it feels so fucking nice, Baby,” he hissed into your ear as you kissed his neck.

A few blissful minutes passed as Taeyong finally started to fuck you steadily. “I can’t believe that we’re actually fucking right now… Aahh…” You whimpered, feeling him throb inside you, “yeah… I can’t believe it either, feels so unreal,” he threw his head back. “You’re squeezing me so tightly, Baby,” he groaned, feeling your pussy clench around him, you both let out moans. “Ohh, Taeyong you’re making me feel so good…” You whined, arching your back as he chuckled.

You began pushing against him too, wanting him to go faster as you were so needy for him. “Faster, faster, Taeyong! Ahh-aah!” The table was shaking as he kept thrusting, sweat forming on his forehead as you both moaned, “feels so incredible, Beautiful, you’re treating my cock so well,” Taeyong groaned, making out with you.

To think that having sex with your professor in a locked room could be this hot.

“Professor, I can’t believe it, I… just can’t,” you stammered, unable to form words with the way he fucked your pussy. His deep and rough thrusts were driving you to your limits, “you’re making me feel so good, Beautiful…” Taeyong whispered as you blushed red. He thrust a few times as you were panting a lot, “need a little lube, Baby?” He cooed, pulling the bottle of lubrication out of his pocket as you nodded desperately. “Mmh, you came prepared…?” You cooed, making out with him as he used a little lube on your pussy. “Mhm, don’t misunderstand me. I just masturbate here sometimes when I’m bored - that’s all, Baby.” He chuckled, placing his cock back inside as you both moaned, “much better, aah, ooh Taeyong…” You wrapped your legs around him tightly as he held onto your hips.

You both maintained small and deep eye contact with each other. Your forehead pressed against his, ensuring you that you enjoyed this as much as he did. You look down to see where you were both connecting and blushed red, his cock fits your pussy so incredibly. Neither of you said a word. The only thing that could be heard were you two's loud moans and heavy panting.

“Ahh… Professor Taeyong, please go harder,” you whined, clawing onto his back with your nails, “Mhm, you want me to go faster, Baby?” Taeyong chuckled, going slower as you whined loudly, rolling your eyes as he teased and tormented you. “Mhm, you want to be fucked harder, Baby?” He smirked, thrusting in and out as you winced at the loud and wet sounds of skin slapping. “Don’t be mean to me, you asshole…” You pouted, biting his neck and leaving a hickey as he chuckled. “Alright, get ready ‘cause once I’m going hard I won’t slow down,” he whispered into your ear as you nodded desperately, making out with him.

Taeyong held onto your asscheeks, shoving you up and down on his cock. You grabbed onto his shoulders, those rough thrusts gave you a lot of pleasure. “Aah, aah, Taeyong… Mmh-mmh…” You moaned, feeling your breasts bounce up and down as he was fucking you at a faster pace. “Fuck, I’m getting close, Y/N,” Taeyong scoffed, feeling his precum inside you. “Ooh, Taeyong, d-don’t stop…” You moaned, holding onto him tightly as you were both desperate for your climaxes. He groaned loudly as his thrusts were getting sloppier, fucking you deeper, “ahh… ahhh…” You moaned as he sucked on your breast greedily.

“Mhm… I can’t believe I’m banging Yonsei’s precious and beloved Goddess.” He pulled back as you blushed, feeling shy by his statement. “Goddess? You too, professor Taeyong?” You held onto his shoulders as he pulled you closer, “you also believe in that bullshit rumor?” He let you feel the rough impact of his cock thrusting in and out, causing you to whine and whimper. “Of course I do, you’re Yonsei’s beautiful Goddess, every guy admires and likes you.” You blushed red, you didn’t like that statement of you being a Goddess. You strongly disliked being superior to others who deserved that title more than you did.

“I don’t want to be Yonsei University’s Goddess…” You whined, feeling him go deeper as you saw his bulge moving on your abdomen. He smirked with your silly reply, “mhm, then who do you want to be?” Taeyong cooed and looked into your eyes, fondling your right breast as you moaned, “I want to be yours,” you said flusteredly as he kissed you. “Is that your true answer or is it because I’m fucking you too good right now?” He kept thrusting as you rolled your eyes and gripped his waist before moaning loudly. “Mhm, too dazed to answer your professor?” He placed a hand on your ass as he groped it.

“Aah! Ahh! Taeyong…” You cried, feeling him get rougher as he was deeply fucking your pussy. “My what a greedy pussy, you look super sexy stretched around my cock like that.” Taeyong looked down to where you were connecting and smirked, kissing you deeply as you huffed, “love seeing you like this,” he chuckled as you cupped his face, “I like being fucked by you like this, professor,” you breathed heavily as the table was shaking, your hand gripping tightly on the back of his neck.

Taeyong chuckled, “mhm, good. I’m glad that you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he hummed, gently biting on your earlobe as you grasped onto his back, “come to me whenever you need advice or something, I’m more than happy to help you out,” he added comfortingly as you felt him fuck you slower, you whimpered and nodded before holding onto him tightly.

“Can I come to you… if I’m horny?” You asked shyly, looking into his eyes as Taeyong chuckled at your request. “Of course, I’ll fuck you real good if you ever need it, Babygirl,” he smiled as you giggled before kissing him passionately, “mmh-mmh, professor, I like it,” you hummed in between your kisses, “I like the way you’re fucking me,” you hissed as he kept you close to him.

“I love the way you’re so wet and the way you clench around me, Baby,” he cooed, seeing your wet juices on his size as you moaned, feeling him suck on your collarbones, “aah… Ooh, Taeyong! Fuck me harder!” You screamed as he pinned you to the table, “fuck, Babygirl! I’ll fuck you good,” he huffed, looking at you deeply as you nodded in desperation. He lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he fucked in this new position.

He kept plunging into your pussy as you were screaming in pleasure, “ahh! Aah! Taeyong! Taeyong!” He lowered himself to make out with you, “such a good girl, keep screaming my name like that, Beautiful,” he embraced you closely and started panting into your ear. You were sweating and panting like crazy, never had you been fucked this good before except for yesterday…

“You okay?” Taeyong hissed, looking directly into your eyes as you nodded too dazed to even reply. You closed your eyes as he made out with you, his kisses left you so needy and greedy for him. And his thrusts felt so amazing, the way he moved inside was bliss to you. He placed your legs down as you instead wrapped them around his butt, he groaned loudly.

You weren’t sure of what to feel right now, professor Lee Taeyong was bringing you nothing but joy and pleasure. This man you once hated was making you feel so wanted and desired. You couldn’t help but simply enjoy this.

Your mouth was agape as you didn’t realize you were cumming all over him, “my, what a beautiful sight, Babygirl~” Taeyong hummed in pure amusement as you looked down before blushing red, “s-sorry…” you mumbled, seeing your juices drip down his legs as he chuckled, “mhm, what are you sorry for?” He lifted you as you sat up on the table, facing him, “for making such a wet mess on you… and for cumming first…” You muttered as he kissed you, “mhm, don’t be sorry, I like seeing you cum first that way I know I’m doing a good job of pleasing you.” He confessed as you nodded, a few seconds passed as you felt something hot squirt inside you.

“Aah…!” You winced, feeling him release his orgasm inside of your pussy, “fuck,” Taeyong moaned, placing his hands on the table as you hugged him, “o-ooh professor…” You felt more of his semen fill you up, “y-you really came inside me?” He rested his head on your shoulder as he embraced you, “sorry, I could barely keep it in,” he pulled out and sat down on the swivel chair, panting heavily, “sorry… I should’ve pulled out,” he breathed as you watched his semen seep out of your pussy and thought for a bit.

How could you let this happen…? Letting your very own professor fucking nut inside you?!

You grabbed onto the end of the table and panted heavily before poking the inside of your cheek. You looked at him and huffed, his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he nervously ran his hands through his black hair with blue highlights.

My, Taeyong looks so dangerously hot all dazed from cumming in you…

“Mmh… you perverted asshole,” you cussed at him as his eyes widened, “sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Taeyong mumbled, rolling over to the desk in the corner as he opened the bottom drawer to grab a packet of wet wipes. “I swear that I didn’t mean to do it on purpose…” He returned to the table and said, completely ashamed. “Mmh… really?” you huffed, crossing your arms.

He’s so cute being so polite and apologetic about this. You’re truly a menace for secretly enjoying torturing him like this.

“I am, I’m truly sorry,” Taeyong repeated as he began wiping your thighs clean, you pursed your lips. “It’s alright, professor Taeyong.” You muttered, watching him wipe your pussy clean, “I’ll take a pill later,” you hummed when he finished cleaning you as you felt so deeply cared for. “Mhm, I’ll buy you one.” He smiled and looked at you, “you’re not mad at me, are you?” He asked and cupped your cheek, you kissed him, “of course not, I can’t be mad at you, professor,” you pouted your lips as he chuckled.

“You had me worried for a sec, you weren’t saying anything after I kept apologizing to you,” Taeyong huffed, placing his hands on the table as you hugged him close, “it’s because…” You bit your bottom lip, whispering into his ear. “It sorta felt good when you came inside me, Taeyong,” he closed his eyes and smirked, hearing your reply.

“Oh really?” Taeyong pulled back and looked at you, you nodded as he cupped your face before kissing you. “Mhm-mhm, see that’s what I like about you, Beautiful,” he patted your hair as you blushed and giggled, “I like you too, Taeyong,” You hummed happily as he scoffed, “you do?” He asked, wiping himself as you blushed. “Of course I do,” you confessed, stroking your hair, “what is there not to like about you, silly,” you giggled. “Mhm, tell me then, tell me what you like about me, Y/N,” he demanded and wore his boxers.

“Mmh, you’re so handsome, clever, and super cool,” you dangled your feet as Taeyong smirked, “mhm, what more?” He mused, he put on his unbuttoned shirt as you pulled him by the tie, twirling it around your wrist as you finally gripped it. “You’re good at being in control and fucking me with that big cock of yours,” you licked your lips and patted his torso. “Mhm, good answer, Baby,” he cooed, patting your hair as you smiled. “Mmh, professor~” you called as he held you close.

“Mhm what is it, Baby?~” He leaned in, kissing you, “mmh, you have cool and interesting tattoos, Taeyong.” You hummed, cuddling him as he kissed you softly, “mhm, you think so, Babygirl?” You nodded, kissing the ‘rude boy’ tattoo on his shoulder as he chuckled. “You too, Babygirl~ the hibiscus and pink rose tattoos on either side of your hip bones look fucking sexy and beautiful.” He lowered his head, kissing your rose tattoo as you giggled a bit.

“Must’ve hurt like crazy getting them, huh?” He huffed, placing deep kisses on your abdomen as you ran your hands through his hair, “mmh, I felt like I was going to die,” you hissed, feeling him suck on your hip bone.

“Mhm, wish we could stay like this forever,” you hummed, feeling him kiss your pussy as you threw your head back, “me too, Babygirl,” he licked your clit and smirked at you. “What is this meeting about?” You asked as he picked up your panties from the floor, helping you put them on, “just a meeting between new professors and faculty.” Taeyong said, helping you close your bra as he was staring at your breasts, “how boring,” you rolled your eyes before wrapping your hands around his neck, “mhm, I know,” he placed a few kisses on your lips as he stroked your back, “–mmh… I gotta go and help out in the library,” you muttered while he licked your neck before giving you a deep passionate kiss.

“–Understood, get going then,” Taeyong said, closing the buttons on your shirt as you bent over to pick up your skirt. He gawked at your ass and groped it, “you’ve such a nice ass, you know that?~” He cooed, patting your ass as you whined before smirking, “of course I do,” you replied cockingly as he squeezed it, “mhm, what a bold woman,” he scoffed as you turned around before pulling you in a tight hug.

You smiled at the way he embraced you, you sat on the table, “do you like me a lot, professor?” You hummed, crossing your legs and leaning back slightly, “mhm, of course, I do,” he confessed, rubbing your breast and causing a little moan from you. “What do you like about me?” You licked your lips as he stood up, “lots of things,” he groaned, feeling you rub and stroke his cock, “–what things, tell me,” you cooed, rubbing your knee against him, “your beauty and your voice,” you got off the table and stood. He smirked, gently slipping his hand under your skirt to squeeze your ass. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, slowly making out with him.

“Mhm, we should stop before we start fucking the whole evening here, Baby,” Taeyong whispered, looking into your lustful eyes. “Mmh, it’s your fault… You make me so needy for you,” you hummed, letting go of him as he chuckled.

He stood up and began dressing himself. “So beautiful, it’s for good luck, hmm?” Taeyong cooed, looking at your right wrist’s green four-leaf clover tattoo in admiration, “mhm, I got this tiny four clover for good luck and good fortunes in the future.” You hummed, kissing his bird tattoo on his shoulder, “mmh, but your tattoos are even more beautiful and so unique.” You nodded, wearing your bra as he smiled softly, “mhm, I’m getting a new one soon, wanna come along?” He cooed, fixing his blazer and buckling his belt, “I’d love to, professor,” you smiled before kissing him as you were fully dressed.

“About the exams…” You mumbled, tugging some hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry about it, seeing how much you’ve improved since the last test. I’m sure you’ll pass it.” Taeyong smiled, fixing his tie as you tied your hair in a bun, “if you’ve any questions just text me,” he cooed, handing you his number on a tiny piece of paper as you blushed a bit. “Thank you. Right, I’ll get going then, see you next time professor Lee.” You blew a kiss and left as he chuckled, “such a fine woman.” He smirked when he just noticed your back tattoo.

You headed to the library and greeted Mr. Jeong, “ah there she is Miss Yonsei,” Mr. Jeong chuckled, pushing the cart with books. “Hello Sir, so where do you want me to start?” You asked and placed your hands on your hips, taking a glance at the shelves. “You can take this cart and just return these English literature books on shelf number 6.” He said as you nodded, pushing the cart. You saw the empty top row of the shelf 6. You grabbed 3 books and moved the ladder to the left. You started going up, gently placing each book.

About 30 minutes had passed as you were at a different shelf, removing some books. “–Careful you don’t fall, Miss,” a man said as you turned to look down, “ah professor Lee,” you said with a soft smile and small bow. Taeyong took a quick look left and right before holding his hand out to you, “thank you, professor,” you said, holding his hand as you carefully stepped down the ladder. You placed the books in the cart and started pushing it. “Well, if it isn’t Taeyong-Hyung,” Mr. Jeong said with a sly smile, “ah hello, Jaehyun-ssi,” Taeyong waved, and the two guys looked at each other.

Taeyong must be popular and friends with every faculty member, huh…?

“I’m all done with the tasks, Mr. Jeong,” you said and bowed, “good job, I knew that I could count on you, Miss Yonsei,” Jaehyun smiled, proudly patting your shoulder as Taeyong looked at his hand on your shoulder. “Tasks? That’s new, Jaehyun, you’re usually not the type to find tasks in the library too difficult.” He scoffed, and you pursed your lips at the sheer jealousy in Taeyong’s tone.

“Mhm, I like a bit of company - besides Miss Yonsei and I had a lot of fun talking about the US,” Jaehyun said and folded his arms, “isn’t that right, Miss?” He looked at you, “ah yes, Mr. Jeong and I are a great library team,” you smiled as Taeyong poked the inside of his cheek. “Anyways, I’m very sorry but I need to go now or else I’m going to miss my hair appointment!” You bowed and ran out of the library, covering your smile from literally busting into laughter at the sight of Taeyong’s tense jealousy.

You just finished getting your hair done. Now you were home and you changed into your black tight low-waisted shorts, attaching your black laced stockings and a white button-up shirt, you wore your red lipstick as you pursed your lips. “What a gorgeous woman,” you pointed at yourself in the mirror and smirked before taking a few selfies. You grabbed your tote bag and left your apartment. On the way out you uploaded the pictures onto your Instagram with the caption ‘the office’s baddest bit**’. You giggled, putting your phone away as you got on the subway.

“Hello everyone,” you waved, walking into the main office and greeting your colleagues, “hello~ Y/N-ah,” Nayeon smiled and greeted you with a back hug, “you look so pretty today, Ms. Park,” Mina steepled, glancing at your somewhat daring outfit. “Ah, Park-ssi is here,” Momo hummed, lowering her glasses to take a quick glimpse at you. “Wah, so beautiful, hair done and everything, very chic,” she nodded as you twirled your hair, “thank you all, ehehe~” you giggled.

“You all seem to be extra hardworking today,” you replied, placing your tote bag on top of your table as Nayeon went back to her desk, “oh yeah, today’s client is extremely important,” she added, checking her computer as Momo nodded, “yup, it’s Boss Nakamoto’s high school friend,” Mina smiled, “Sakurada Dori, also a very famous actor in Japan.” Momo winked as they all giggled.

What’s the big deal with this Dori guy anyway…?

You shrugged your shoulders as Yuta walked out, greeting you before calling you to his office. You admired his back as you blushed a little, seeing him hold the door for you. You sat in the chair in front of his desk as Yuta sat down in his swivel chair. “As you’ve heard already, we’ll be having an important client today, so don’t screw up or throw a fit, okay?” He steepled his hands, looking at you, “alright, I understand, Nakamoto-nim,” you nodded, smacking your lips. You tugged some hair behind your ear, hoping he’d notice your new hairstyle.

“–Anyways, please help Ms. Im and Mr. Watanabe with our newest advertisement,” Yuta commanded as your mouth was left agape by his dismissive attitude. “Yes Sir, um excuse me, Nakamoto-nim?” You muttered, twirling your hair around your finger as you leaned forward, placing a hand on his desk.

“Yes, Ms. Park?” Yuta averted his eyes, adjusting his glasses, and looked up for a second. “Do you notice anything different about me today?” You hummed, smiling and stroking the blonde highlights in your hair as he scoffed.

“You’re wearing a very daring outfit today,” he huffed cockingly, “–but at least it isn’t see-through or translucent. Good job.” Yuta replied shortly as he went back to focus on his paperwork.

What the actual fuck? Is he this dense? How come he hasn’t noticed your new hairstyle!?

“–Never mind, Sir,” you sulked, getting up from your seat as you left his office. Holy shit, this man is so stupid, are Japanese men really this dense?! You sighed heavily and walked down the hall to the vending machine.

Yuta smirked and let out a small chuckle. “Such a silly woman,” he clicked his tongue. The blonde highlights with that long black hair suits her, how alluring.

“Oh what’s wrong, Ms. Park?” Mr. Watanabe asked concerningly and patted your shoulder, “nothing, I just can’t believe that men can be so dense and stupid,” you huffed sassily, grabbing your can of iced coffee from the vending machine.

“Wah, you really think so?” He chuckled as you opened your can of iced coffee, “no, I mean not you, Mr. Watanabe,” you felt flustered as he laughed, “just kidding, Ms. Park,” he laughed, grabbing his iced tea, “also, you look great with the blonde highlights in your hair.” He added before walking down the hall, “th-thank you, Mr. Watanabe,” you smiled and blushed a little, “oh please, just call me Haruto, no need to be so formal around me,” he chuckled. “But Mr. Watanabe you’re my superior, and I don’t want to seem rude–” you mumbled, following him to the conference room.

“You’re not being rude, Ms. Y/N,” he smiled and held the door open for you, “Ms. Y/N?” Nayeon repeated as you both entered, “what’s up with that, Mr. Watanabe?” She raised an eyebrow and cupped her cheek. “I guess Koreans really care about formality, huh?” Haruto chuckled, sitting down, “well, yeah, the Korean society is built on hierarchy and status,” you replied, sitting down and opening your pencil case.

“Sorry, me and Ms. Y/N were just discussing formality within the workspace,” Haruto told Nayeon as she shook her head. “You two always have strange conversations,” she sighed and got up, giggling.

“Alright, so the next commercial is L’oreal Paris,” Nayeon presented on the notice board, you nodded, noting down some ideas. “So the Boss wanted us to find an actress or a female idol to be in this commercial,” Mr. Watanabe said, checking his stacks of papers. “I see, hmm, let me check the internet,” you hummed, searching on the internet. “How about we have Park Gyuri from KARA–” you suggested when the door suddenly burst open.

“–Hey, hey, Nayeon-ah, he’s here!” Momo squealed, pointing in a certain direction, “omg, let me see!” Nayeon immediately got up to peek at the door, “well, here we go, all ladies are crazy for someone like Dori-chan,” Haruto sighed heavily before looking at you, but you were too busy checking your phone as you texted Yeonwoo, “hey! Are you even listening to me, Ms. Park,” he whined as you drew your attention back to him, “yeah sorry, Mr. Haruto, I was trying to find a female idol with the help of my friend, she used to be featured in plenty of drama series,” you explained briefly.

“It’s been a while, Ani,” Yuta said before greeting Mr. Sakurada Dori with a handshake and a small side hug, “it sure has been, this office has changed a bit since I was last here, hmm?” He hummed as he looked around, noticing the wall design and the windows.

“Konnichiwa, Sakurada-san,” Mina bowed and flashed a small smile at him. “I see, so it’s still the kind, pretty, and familiar faces working here,” Dori bowed too and smiled, “it's an honor to be working with you again, Sakurada-san,” Momo walked in and bowed, shaking his hand while blushing slightly.

“Annyeong, Sakurada-ssi,” Nayeon waved as she left the room to greet him, “well, seems like the party has started, let’s go and greet Dori-san too,” Haruto said as you nodded still texting Yeonwoo while exiting the room - only to be met with a surprise. There stood a tall, handsome Japanese man. Your mouth was agape as you simply stared at him. “Yo Dori-san, long time no see,” Haruto waved as they greeted and smiled at each other.

Holy shit… This is Dori Sakurada? This hottie is Nakamoto Yuta’s high school friend?!

“Oh, a new face, who’s this cute lady?” He smiled as you bowed. Cute…? Does this handsome gentleman think I’m cute? Your lips formed into a small smile, earning such a compliment was enough to put you in a chipper mood. “Hello, my name’s Park Y/N,” you bowed deeply, “it’s nice to meet you, Sir,” you said, still amazed by his presence. Nayeon stood next to Momo and winked.

“Ms. Park, this is Sakurada Dori, a very important person to our company and a good friend of mine,” Yuta said as you nodded immediately, “ah I see! Sir, Mr. Sakurada, please after you,” you replied, holding the door open for him, “thank you Ms. Park,” Mr. Sakurada smiled, walking inside, “please treat him well,” Yuta added, Nayeon and Haruto walked inside as he closed the door.

“Right, so have you two considered an actress or female idol you could feature in this L’Oreal commercial?” Mr. Sakurada asked, checking his iPad as Watanabe started talking, “not quite, but Ms. Park is on the case, right?” He looked at you, “ah yes,” you smiled and nodded.

“Nakamoto-nim, it’s Park,” you knocked on the door, “come in,” you walked inside, holding a cup of coffee and locking the door, “what is it?” Yuta demanded, lowering his eyeglasses as he took a glimpse at you. “Well, since you’re working so hard I thought I’d bring you a cup of coffee,” you hummed, leaning against his desk as he nodded, “appreciate the thought, how’s the progress with the advertisement–?” You walked around his desk to give him a back hug. “–What are you doing?” He asked, looking at your arms resting around his neck as you leaned close to his cheek.

“–Why are you so cold? It’s just us two in here anyways,” you muttered, placing a kiss on his cheek, “mhm, I see,” Yuta scoffed before smirking, “what’s so funny?” You asked sassily before hugging him, he chuckled and patted your hand. “I must’ve banged you so good yesterday that you couldn’t forget about me, huh?” He huffed proudly as you blushed red and immediately let go of him, crossing your arms as you irked at his remark. “You’re so full of yourself, Nakamoto-nim,” you frowned as he began laughing a little. “Come onto my lap then, Princess,” he clapped his lap as you turned his chair and sat on it without hesitation.

“Nakamoto-nim, mmh~” you hummed, locking your arms around his shoulders as he looked at you in admiration. “Are you seeing someone else, Doll?” Yuta moved your hair to see a small visible hickey as you got nervous. “Will you be mad if I am…?” You fluttered your eyes innocently as he chuckled, “mhm, not really, I don’t care the slightest,” he scoffed, stroking the blonde strands of your hair as you pouted at his careless response, “–you know why?” He whispered into your ear and traced his thumb with your lips, “why…?” You mumbled, looking down at his thumb.

“–Because no one fucks you better than I do, Doll,” Yuta scoffed cockingly as you blushed red, “–you…!” You pouted and got completely flustered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “Mhm, what’s with that face?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed, you stared at him.

This man is so fucking full of himself, isn’t he the slightest jealous? Man, whatever, his confident and careless personality is what I like the most about him anyway.

You leaned in before suddenly stopping. “–You want a kiss?” Yuta cooed, seeing you pursed your lips eagerly as you stared at him needily. “You’re so awful…” You furrowed your eyebrows as he chuckled before kissing you, “mhm, you think your Boss is a meanie?” He cupped your cheek, you remained silent and kissed him again, “mmh, no comment.” You crossed your arms as he stared at your chest, poking the inside of his cheek.

“I saw that,” you said, lifting yourself onto his desk, “not my fault, you’re so pretty, Princess,” Yuta mused and smirked at you, “am I just a pretty face to you?” You asked, “get back to work, Park, we’ll talk later.” He pointed at the door, waving his hand and signaling you to leave. You rolled your eyes and got off his desk, “understood, Nakamoto-nim.” You left his office.

“–Y/N-ssi, come here,” Nayeon called, waving her hand as she was seated near a table with Ms. Momo, Mr. Haruto, and Mr. Dori. “So Y/N-ssi here suggested that we should get Park Gyuri for this commercial, what do you think, Mr. Sakurada?” She asked, leaning forward eagerly you walked up to them when a strange unknown number showed on your phone screen, the display left a sour expression on your face.

“–Please, excuse me I have to take this call,” you bowed several times before excusing yourself. You headed up to the outdoors rooftop. The number was still calling you even after rejecting and hanging up for the 8th time now. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “–What is it now?” You replied coldly as you heard a soft chuckle. “You really haven’t changed, still a brat with no sense of discipline or respect–”

“–I have discipline and I do respect people, just not when it’s you, Appa.” You interrupted your dad as he scoffed, “that disgusting attitude is just like your stupid mother.” He huffed, “stop calling and bothering me if you’re just going to fucking nag at me!” You yelled as he sighed, “send me some money and I might stop calling you.” Your dad snickered as you exhaled in deep disappointment and frustration.

You knew this to be far from the truth, now and then he’ll always find your contact information or your email. Scolding you, verbally abusing you, and guilt-tripping you into giving him money so that he won’t interfere with you or your personal life. Even after paying for him countless times, he never keeps his word or promises that he will actually stay away from you.

“Please… Please just stop, Appa, I won’t give you any more money. I had enough of all this.” You stammered, lowering your head as you looked over the tall buildings. Your dad remained silent for a slight moment. “There’s no point in speaking to me or trying to financially manipulate me again anymore. I’m an adult now, so I don’t want to keep in touch with you. Don’t ever call me again.” You hung up and blocked the number, crouching down in defeat. Tears formed in your eyes as you hugged your knees when the wind blew smoke in your direction, you quickly wiped your tears away as Yuta stood nearby smoking. You accidentally made eye contact with him as he exhaled the smoke, you stood up and began walking towards the exit.

“Ms. Park, are you a smoker too?” Yuta asked, walking as he stopped right in front of you. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” you replied coldly, rubbing your elbow. “Please excuse me, Nakamoto-nim but I have to get back to work,” you said and bowed politely before walking down to the office. He looked at you heading down before exhaling.

One part of you wanted to tell him how you felt and that you needed a hug, but another part of you didn’t want to be a burden and ask for others to pity you.

You walked down and saw Momo and Nayeon seated at their respective desks, doing paperwork, they flashed you a smile as you smiled back. “–So Miss Park, you talked about featuring this certain actress for the advertisement?” Mr. Sakurada sat next to you, holding his iPad and checking the beauty products for marketing. You looked over and nodded, “yes Sir, I was thinking maybe Ms. Park Gyuri from KARA,” you spoke while smiling slightly.

“Ms. Myoui, the Boss wants to have a word with you,” Haruto said, pointing to Yuta’s office. “Yes, I’ll be there in a second,” Mina stood up from her desk as she walked over to you. “Hey, Ms. Park, here I know you really like these,” Ms. Myoui said, placing a small bag of Japanese potato chips on your desk as you thanked her with a small bow. “Thank you, Ms. Myoui,” you smiled and appreciated her kindness. Dori looked over as she walked inside his office.

“You wanted to talk to me, Boss?” Mina closed the door as Yuta turned his swivel chair to face her, “yes, I want to ask you to do me a favor, please,” he said, steepling his hands together. “What is it, Boss?” She crossed her arms and stood in front of his desk. “Please keep an eye on Ms. Park, she seemed rather off, and upset when I stumbled upon her earlier on the rooftop area.” He voiced in concern, thinking about you.

“I see, I got it Boss, don’t worry,” Mina bowed. “Thank you Ms. Myoui, I knew I could count on you, “I’ll take my leave, Boss, then.” She said and left his office.

A few hours had passed…

“Alright, so I’ve spoken to Ms. Park Gyuri’s manager and she’s available next week on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday to film the advertisement,” you said, holding your clipboard to your chest. “Excellent, great work Miss Park,” Mr. Sakurada said, holding his hands together as he smiled at you. “Thank you, Sir, it’s an honor to be working with you on this great project,” you bowed deeply and smiled as Yuta walked out of his office.

“Ah, Yuta, I believe we should discuss the appointment with Ms. Park Gyuri,” Mr. Sakurada said to Yuta as they bowed, he nodded, “–if it’s not too urgent, may I suggest we talk over the phone, Dori-Ani?” He put on his coat while holding an umbrella when Mr. Sakurada folded his arms, “I see, you must have planned something with your daughter,” he nodded and smiled. “Alright Yuta, let’s discuss the matter over the phone then,” Yuta bowed and thanked him. You made slight eye contact with him as you bowed, seeing him walk past you.

“Great work today everyone, I’ll see you all tomorrow,” Yuta waved, walking away from the office, “say hi to little Yuka for us,” Momo waved and smiled, seeing him leave.

You felt a little weird, seeing him leave the office so soon. It was definitely uncommon for him to be in such a rush. This Yuka girl must mean a lot to him… Should you text him later…? You felt bad for the way you ignored him at the rooftop.

“So where are we eating tonight, Papa?” Yuka asked, opening the door to the passenger seat as she sat, “it’s a surprise, Yuka-chan,” Yuta said, kissing her forehead as she smiled and buckled her seatbelt. He drove off and smiled, looking at the mirror and thinking about you.

Y/N seemed off earlier, but she doesn’t seem to want to talk about it either. I might give her a call afterward. Yuta thought to himself, making a right turn.

Yuka and Yuta entered “Kushikatsu Kushien” restaurant, “good evening, reservation for Mr. Nakamato, please,” he bowed as the waiter bowed back and nodded, “yes, please follow me, Sir,” Yuka followed her father to a small table in the corner, “mmm, did you really have to make a reservation for this type of restaurant, Papa?” She sat and cupped her cheek, looking around. “I know back in Osaka, you can just drop by in these types of restaurants. But since we’re in Seoul and right around 6 PM is the hour when lots of customers enter.” He explained briefly as she nodded.

“I see, I wonder if their Kushikatsu is as good as Osaka’s,” Yuka hummed, “what do you want to drink?” Yuta asked, pointing at the menu cart, “I’ll go with strawberry Ramune, are you going for a beer, Papa?” She snickered as he shook his head, “no way, I’m not drinking when I’m our designated driver, Yuka-chan~” he chuckled in teasing manners as she giggled. “I’ll take the Coca-Cola.” He smiled and poked her forehead.

“So is Uncle Dori in Seoul?” Yuka steepled her hands, leaning forward as he nodded, “yeah, he arrived here a few days ago, today was his first day at the office,” he explained, “what kinds of skewers would you like, Yuka-chan?” Yuta asked, “mmm, let’s go for chicken, shrimp, and vegetable skewers,” she hummed and folded her arms as the waiter walked over, “are you ready to order Miss and Mister?” He asked, holding his notebook. “We would like to have 4 pieces of chicken skewers, 2 shrimp skewers, 2 zucchini skewers, 2 pumpkin skewers, and 3 quail eggs skewers, please,” Yuta said as the waiter quickly noted it down, “thank you, Miss, and Mister, can I offer you something to drink in the meantime?”

“Yes, please, one Coca-Cola for Papa and one strawberry Ramune for me, thank you,” Yuka replied and bowed, “understood, Miss, I’ll be right back,” he bowed and left. “Man, you’re right a lot of customers come here right at this time!” She looked around to see the whole restaurant’s tables filled with customers. “Mhm, your Papa’s very clever by making a reservation in this informal restaurant, huh?” Yuta smirked cockingly as she scoffed sassily, “right, I suppose Papa’s right this time,” she rolled her eyes before chuckling, the waiter came back and placed the drinks on the table.

“I miss Japan,” Yuka sighed, looking at him, “mhm, you miss your mother?” Yuta asked as he looked into her eyes as she avoided it, “not really, I like being and staying with you more, Papa,” she mumbled and pouted, he chuckled before ruffling her bangs. “Mhm, don’t say that she probably misses you a lot, Yuka-chan,” he added, smiling at her as she looked to her left side. “Probably, but I really want to go to Osaka and stay with Grandma,” she hummed, tapping her finger on the table as he chuckled. “Mhm, I see, when do you want to go to Japan?” He asked, checking his phone for flights while taking a sip from his Coca-Cola.

“You’re going with one of your friends right?” Yuta asked, looking at her, “mmm, maybe Chisa or Jurin, they have to get permission from their parents first, Papa,” Yuka pouted and nodded. “That’s true they don’t have a cool and chill Papa like me,” he chuckled and smirked, “Papa, you’re so full of yourself,” she crossed her arms and let out a soft scoff as the waiter placed the food down, “here are your skewers, enjoy,” the waiter said and bowed, “thank you so much,” she smiled and bowed.

“Itadakimasu!” Yuka said before grabbing a zucchini skewer and taking a bite. “How’s school lately, been doing okay with your classes?” Yuta asked, eating a chicken skewer as she hummed and nodded, “it’s been okay, I just need help with my English, I got a -C on my last English test…” She pouted, looking down as he patted her shoulder, “that’s okay, as long as you tried your best that’s all that really matters, Sweetie,” he smiled softly as she nodded and giggled, “I’ll always do my best, Papa!” Yuka smiled.

“Can I sleep at Jurin’s house tonight?” Yuka asked as Yuta parked the car, “did you two plan this, or is it all of a sudden?” He asked, opening the car door and helping her step out. “Jurin’s mother has a late shift tonight and she is staying with her nanny Lim. Jurin says that her mother is okay with me sleeping over,” he unlocked the door and held it as she walked inside, “mhm, it’s 8:30 PM,” he pushed the elevator button, “–you’ll have to pack your PJs and school uniform then if you want to have a sleepover.” He hummed as he walked inside the elevator, and she followed along.

“Yes, Papa, thank you!” Yuka hugged his arm in pure excitement as the elevator went up. Yuta chuckled and ruffled her hair, they exited said elevator and walked inside their apartment. She ran upstairs to pack her clothes, bag, and books. He sat on the couch, checking his phone while waiting for her downstairs. He looked at his contact list, considering if he should text you.

“Don’t stay up too late, I’ll pick you two up tomorrow early morning and then drop you off at school, understood?” Yuta said, before kissing Yuka’s cheek and giving her a small hug. “Mmm-mmm!” Yuka nodded eagerly and hugged Jurin, “hai Nakamoto-san!” Jurin replied as they both nodded, “drive home safe, Mister,” Nanny Lim said and bowed, “I will, thank you. Please look after them, Ms. Lim,” Yuta bowed as she did the same, he walked over to the car and waved before driving off.

“Nee, Yuka-chan, let’s make hot chocolate!” Jurin said, hugging her arm, Yuka nodded. “May we make hot chocolate, nanny Lim?” She asked as Ms. Lim nodded, “of course, let’s get inside and make it, girls.” She smiled as they all went inside.

You had just finished dance practice at the nearby dance studio. Once you exited the building, it started pouring down, “fucking shibal!” You cussed, trying to shield yourself from the rain with your black leather jacket. You walked a few meters when a car pulled up to the sideway, the numberplate seemed similar to you. You stopped walking as the driver walked out, holding a black umbrella. “What’s a stubborn lady doing here cussing in this downpour?” Yuta said before scoffing and holding the umbrella over you. “Nakamoto-nim… Good evening,” you bowed, putting your black leather jacket over your shoulders.

“Let’s go somewhere else, Y/N,” Yuta said, patting your shoulder as he held the car door open. You bowed and sat in the passenger seat, he closed the umbrella and the door then walked to the other side. He opened the door before sitting in the driver’s seat and began driving off.

“Weren’t you having dinner with Miss Yuka?” You asked as he stopped at the red light. “We did and she’s having a sleepover at her friend; Jurin’s house,” Yuta explained briefly as you held his hand, he looked at your hand and smiled. “Want to go to a hotel, Princess?~” He cooed as you nodded immediately while blushing. He drove a few streets down and parked the car.

“What time are your classes tomorrow?” Yuta asked as you walked out of the car, he held the umbrella over the two of you. You held his hand, slightly hugging his arm. “My classes start at 10:30 AM,” you whispered, looking around the fancy lobby, “–I’ll have to leave at 7:30 AM, I need to drop Yuka and Jurin at school tomorrow, just make sure to check out by 9:15 AM.” He said, closing the umbrella as you nodded. You two walked inside the hotel’s reception.

“I’d like to book a luxury room for tonight, check out tomorrow by 9:15 AM.” Yuta told the receptionist as she nodded, “right, your room number is 169 on the 4th floor.” She handed him the keycard, and you two walked to the elevator. “Sorry for my rude behavior on the rooftop earlier…” You mumbled as the elevator went up, “no need to apologize,” he placed a hand on your right shoulder before pulling you closer. “Gosh, you’re so cold, Princess,” he chuckled as you giggled, “I thought I was hot, I just finished dance practice.”

Yuta swiped the keycard and held the door as you went inside and took your heels off. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked, taking his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack. “I had a sandwich from 7/11. Do you mind if I take a shower first?” You asked, taking off your black leather jacket as he sat on the lean chair, “I don’t mind, go ahead, I’ll order us something nice, Princess,” he smiled, dialing the phone.

You went inside and started to undress, you took a warm bath and washed yourself thoroughly with the coconut-scented bar of soap. Nakamoto-nim’s so thoughtful, I really wanna make him happy tonight. You finished showering and dried yourself with the mini towel. Never knew that Nakamoto-nim would have a daughter… He’s so full of surprises.

You walked out, wearing the white bathrobe. “–Yeah, Dori-Ani, I think Wednesday at 3:45 PM. I mean, maybe we should book a small appointment on Friday too?” Yuta spoke on the phone while standing on the balcony, smoking. You walked out, hugging him from behind as he looked over his shoulder and smiled at you. I told myself to keep a distance from Y/N and to not make things more complicated for us all… Yet, here I am still wanting to be by her side.

“Well Dori-Ani, how about we discuss it further tomorrow morning?” Yuta said, exhaling as he turned around you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. “Mhm, I’ve to hang up, Ani… Something urgent came up–” he hung up and tossed his cigarette into the cigarette trash can.

“Mhm, that was a quick shower, Doll” Yuta hummed, carrying you in his arms as he sat on the couch, you were on his lap as you wrapped your arms around him before kissing him deeply. “Did you order room service?” You whispered, looking into his eyes as he nodded, averting his eyes to the table with different kinds of packets of beverages.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, turning the kettle on as you kissed him. “Hot chocolate, please,” you slowly slid the bathrobe off your shoulders, revealing yourself in a clean lime green sports bra and black Kuromi panties. “Mhm, aren’t you cold?” He nudged your ass as you bit your lips, rubbing your hand underneath his shirt.

“I’m not cold when I’m on such a fine man’s lap~” You pursed your lips and locked your hands around his neck before slowly kissing him, “mhm, mhm, Princess,” Yuta hummed and smirked, watching you unbutton his shirt in amusement. “–Before we continue this, mind telling me about what exactly happened earlier on the rooftop?” He demanded, pulling back as he looked into your eyes you blinked your eyes a few times.

“Do I really have to…? I mean I already apologized to you, Nakamoto-nim…” You pouted, “mhm, Y/N, Doll. I’m not referring to your dismissive attitude.” He pulled you by the chin. “–I’m talking about why you were crouched down and all teary when I approached you,” Yuta scoffed as he patted your lower back. “…” You remained silent, looking down before speaking up. “I was on the phone with my Appa… Okay?” You explained, looking at him anxiously.

“I see, it must’ve been something serious and personal, correct?” Yuta asked, pouring hot water into the two cups filled with cocoa powder. You got off his lap and sat next to him on the couch. “No… It’s rather stupid and embarrassing. But I can trust you, right, Nakamoto-nim?” You asked, looking into his eyes as you held his hand.

“I’m all ears, don’t worry you’re safe with me but don’t feel obligated to tell me if you don’t want to, Princess,” Yuta reassured, caressing your hand. You took a deep sigh before starting to speak. “Appa and I are estranged. He and I don’t get along so that’s one of the reasons why I live on my own. He has a gambling addiction and is an alcoholic. It was so bad that I couldn’t live with him anymore.” You explained as your voice stammered a little.

“At first he would call to ask how I was doing before his drinking addiction worsened. But then his calls started to center around if could send him money or lend him money. He would always emotionally abuse me and manipulate me.”

“Even after changing my phone number multiple times, he’d always find a way to get a hold of me. If I don’t answer his stupid calls, he will go to my university to try and find me. To show them that I’m a horrible daughter for not taking care of her father, his phone calls are just him yelling and scolding me.” You gritted your teeth as tears started to run down your cheeks.

“I’m just tired of always hearing him nag and constantly belittling and degrading me,” you cried, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “S-Sorry…” You mumbled, “it’s fucking pathetic…” You whimpered, rubbing your eyes as Yuta hugged you closely. He patted your shoulder as he wiped the tears away with a napkin. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said, looking into your eyes as he cupped your face before touching your forehead with his.

“He doesn’t deserve to be a part of your life if he’s such an asshole and terrible father to you, Y/N.” You looked down. “He doesn’t deserve your tears,” you looked up and felt a form of relief hearing those comforting words from Yuta. “Thank you for understanding me… Nakamoto-nim,” you nodded as he caressed your hair, you moved closer and kissed him passionately. He smiled, receiving those kisses from you. “Mhm, Princess,” he cooed, holding onto your lower back as you completely removed your bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor as you cupped his face and started to make out with him.

“You’re so dangerously hot, Nakamoto-nim…” You sighed, feeling him place kisses on your collarbones as Yuta smirked. “Mhm, not as hot as you,” he smirked, watching you lie down he lowered himself to leave kisses on your stomach. You looked down and blushed, “Nakamoto-nim…” You called, caressing his hair as you felt his kisses on your hip bone and abdomen.

“Please make me feel good tonight…” You pleaded as Yuta made eye contact with you, “I will, don’t worry, Princess.” He said holding your hand as he went down on you, feeling him cuddle your hip bone tattoos as he kissed them, you patted his hair and let out a small whine. He left a very visible hickey on your left hip bone and smiled at you.

“Really love that gorgeous hibiscus tattoo of yours, Princess,” Yuta scoffed, gently rubbing it as you hummed, watching him get on top of you again, “love it even more when you leave hickies on me, Nakamoto-nim,” you locked your wrists around his neck as he kissed you deeply. “Boss is going to treat you very special tonight,” he whispered into your ear as you blushed, seeing him carry you in bridal style as he gently placed you on the bed.

He slowly started to make out with you. “Ooh Nakamoto-nim…” You sighed, his kisses were getting hotter and deeper, you swirled your tongue around his and looked into his eyes as he huffed. “Ooh, ahh…” You moaned, seeing the mixed saliva drip from both of your chins.

Yuta’s eyes focused on yours then dropped to your cleavage, you quickly noticed and pulled his head to your chest. “M-Mmh, ooh Nakamoto-nim…” You whined, feeling his face cuddle your breasts. His hands slid under your back, unclasping your bra’s lock. He removed your bra and gently tugged it away on the nightstand, a happy smirk was stuck on his lips.

“Mmh~” You huffed and let both of your arms rest on either side of the bed as he smiled at the sight of your exposed breasts. “Goodness, they’re so fucking amazing, Princess,” Yuta cooed, fondling and feeling your breasts as you closed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows. “Perfectly perky and round for me, mhm?” He cooed, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

“Ahh… Aah,” you moaned, feeling him rub circles around your nipples, “they’re so beautiful, Doll,” Yuta whispered before placing a kiss on your lips, “you really think so…?” You asked, blushing at his compliments as he nodded immediately before kissing your left nipple. “They’re so lovely, round and so soft, it makes me go crazy,” he cooed before swallowing it and sucking on it. You moaned at the physical contact of his warm and wet tongue to your sensitive nipple. You pulled a fistful of his hair as he fondled and squeezed your right breast. “Your lips feel so great, aah…” You moaned loudly as he kept playing with your breasts, you could feel the slight steaminess in your panties.

You looked into Yuta’s eyes, fluttering them and clearly indicating that you were needy. “Ooh Yuta, mmh, mmh,” you hummed in between his kisses, “how do you feel, Princess?” Yuta whispered, sliding his hand into your panties as you felt his palm rubbing up and down on your pussy. “I-I feel good, please don’t stop touching me…” You whined and ground against his palm as he pressed hot kisses on your neck.

“I like it when you touch me like that, I feel so good,” you panted as Yuta made out with you. “Tonight, just let me take care of everything, okay?” He whispered as you nodded eagerly and watched him closely as he pulled back. You looked down as he held onto the waistband of your panties, slowly undressing you. “Mhm, mhm, you’re giving me so many kisses, Princess,” he cooed, seeing how you were constantly smooching his lips.

Yuta reached for the nightstand, grabbing a condom while unbuckling his belt. He removed his boxers and sighed, rolling the condom on his dick. He climbed over you, “Yuta…” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He placed a few soft kisses on your breasts, “aah, Yuta… Ahh…” You moaned, feeling him suck on your hardened nipple.

Yuta held onto your ass, maintaining small eye contact with you. “I’m going in, okay?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded desperately. “Just go in one push, I can handle it, Nakamoto-nim…” You pleaded and cupped his face, he pressed his lips together and lowered himself onto you. He carefully inserted all of his dick inside your pussy. He looked at your stomach and then at your eyes. “My such a needy woman you are tonight.”

“Nngh… A-ahh!” You moaned, grasping onto his back as Yuta groaned and panted a bit, “you okay, Princess?” He whispered, you nodded, moaning as he started to move. “Y-You’re so filling, Nakamoto-nim…” You smiled in relief, holding onto his shoulders as a tiny tear appeared in your left eye. You wrapped your left leg around him as he groaned.

“Your pussy’s always so good to me, Doll,” Yuta scoffed, moving in and out of your pussy as you moaned. “I love your dick so much, Nakamoto-nim…!” You screamed in pleasure as he smirked before making out with you, “mhm, still formal with your Boss even in the bedroom, mhm?” He cooed as you blushed red, “such a good girl, you really love my dick, huh?” He scoffed, slipping in and out of your pussy while you nodded eagerly.

He put his lips on yours, casually making out with you. He slipped his tongue on yours, slowly swirling around it as you gasped and moaned. His saliva dripped from your chin as you blushed red. “Well, I don’t want to be disrespectful and especially not my Boss…” You panted, looking into his eyes as he caressed your cheek before planting another kiss on your lips. “Mhm.” He smirked, giving a few rough thrusts as you moaned loudly.

“Let me hear you scream ‘Yuta’ that’s what I really want to hear tonight, Babydoll,” Yuta demanded as you looked into his eyes, you gripped onto the pillows when you received a few rough thrusts. Your juices were running down your thighs, “ah! Yuta! Aah! Yuta!” You screamed in pleasure as he smirked, “good girl, that’s what I like to hear,” he watched the way your breasts bounced up and down, each time he fucked you. “Y-Yuta, please!” You spread your legs widely as he dove deeper into you. “Mhm, you’re really vocal tonight, Princess,” he smirked at the way you constantly moaned and called his name. “Really love that, Doll~”

Yuta lifted you into his arms, fucking you while holding you. “Aah! Aah! Y-Yuta… Please!” You screamed, grasping onto his shoulders as you threw your head back. “Mhm, you’ve been so good, thought I’d give you a ‘special’ treatment tonight~” He whispered and smirked, rolling his hips as you could hear the constant sound of skin slapping. He was really pushing you beyond your limits tonight.

“Aah… Yuta, aah…” You moaned, arching your back as you maintained eye contact with him. “Mhm, keep moaning my name like that, Doll,” Yuta hummed, you wrapped your legs around him as his thrusts were fast and rough. He observed your lewd expressions as he felt himself get harder. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed and started to climax “Y-Yuta… Aah!” You screamed, squirting all over his size. “Goodness, what a sexy sight, Princess,” he chuckled, rubbing his hand on your inner thigh that was covered in your wetness.

You closed your eyes as Yuta made out with you, he held you close and continued fucking you. “A-Are you close…?” You panted and patted his ass, feeling so overstimulated as he scoffed, fondling your left breast. “Soon, just hold on, Doll.” He hissed through his teeth as his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. “For a man you really know how to last long…” You panted, rolling your eyes in slight fatigue. “Mhm, it’s because this sweet pussy really keeps me entertained for so long,” he cooed, seeing the mess run down your thighs as you blushed red.

A few seconds passed as he climaxed into the condom, and you were panting heavily “Fuck,” Yuta cussed as he placed you down on the bed again. He was above you, panting heavily. “Mmh, you’re so fucking incredible, Y-Yuta,” you breathed heavily and cupped his face before kissing him. “Mhm, likewise, Doll,” he smirked and lay next to you. “You’re so incredible in bed, my God,” you hummed, flipping onto your stomach.

“Such a beautiful woman,” Yuta cooed, placing kisses on your lower back’s ‘Daddy’ tattoo, “aah…” You whined, looking over your left shoulder as he groped your ass. “You have so many pretty tattoos,” he kissed your left shoulder, staring at the ‘69’ tattoo. He ran his hand on your stomach as it slowly reached your breast.

“Ahh… Y-Yuta…” You moaned, “wanna go for a second round?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded, standing on all fours, “you’re taking me from behind, right?” You looked back as he rubbed your ass, smearing his cum from earlier onto your buttlocks “mhm, gonna fuck your ass, Doll~” He smirked, disposing the used condom into the trash can. He sighed, grabbing a new condom and wearing it while getting into position.

Yuta placed his hands on top of yours before slipping his dick inside your pussy, “can you handle it, Princess?” He cooed, nibbling on your earlobe as you gasped, “aah, ahh…” You felt the few thrusts send chills down your spine, “this position is really amazing~ ahh…” You moaned, gripping onto the bedsheets as he kept fucking you, “good to hear you like this position,” he groaned and scoffed, “–your ass makes me so hard, Doll,” he held onto your waist. “I’m not really a fan of getting it from behind…” You whined, closing your eyes in slight frustration, “but you make it so enjoyable and pleasuring, Yuta… Ahh~” you moaned, feeling him roll his hips as you could feel him move deeply inside you.

“Mhm, Boss knows your body very well, Princess,” Yuta cooed, kissing the top of your ear as he moved up and down, the bed creaking a bit as you were both sweating and moaning. “Ooh Yuta…!” You screamed in pleasure, resting your head on the mattress, “you’re fucking incredible at taking this dick, Princess,” he praised you, squeezing your ass, you moaned and panted heavily.

“Yuta, please go rougher, I can take it…” You begged, “I want you to go harder,” he scoffed, “you like it when I’m rough?” He fucked you roughly as you screamed and nodded desperately. A few minutes had passed as you laid completely flat on your stomach, feeling him finally cum into the condom. “Ooh Yuta…” You panted, tears rolling down your eyes as he kissed your left cheek.

“Whew, that felt fucking amazing,” Yuta panted, slowly pulling out of your ass as he removed the condom to squirt on your ass and lower back. He watched his semen dripping on your ass. “My, I sure made a mess on you, Doll,” he cooed and licked his lips, discarding the condom into the trash can. He squeezed your ass as it was slightly covered in his ejaculation. You looked back and blushed, “you aimed to squirt on my ‘daddy’ tattoo, didn’t you?” You stared at him in disbelief and scoffed while still breathing heavily. He let out a soft chuckle and smiled at you blushing, “maybe~ that fine ass really needed my autograph,” you sat up as he kissed you deeply.

“Mmh, then why not just remove the condom altogether when you fuck me, Yuta…?~” You whispered, looking into his eyes while fluttering your eyes. “Mhm, I’m not getting a coworker of mine pregnant, Princess.” Yuta replied, pulling you by the chin as you pouted your lips receiving another kiss from him.

"You know birth control exists, right?” You added, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled sweetly, “I know but let’s just enjoy safe sex, Doll,” he insisted as you rolled your eyes, “Nakamoto-nim so boring~” you teased as he laughed before standing up and lifting you over his left shoulder, “mhm, I’ll show you something that’s not so boring later,” he slapped your ass on the way to the bathroom.

You two finished washing off as you were ready for a third round of sex, this night felt incredible to the both of you, nonetheless.

Yuta was softly making out with you, a few giggles left your lips. “Mhm, Babydoll,” he cooed, admiring your simple yet complex beauty. He had a hard time believing you were a few years younger than him.

“I love spending time with you, Yuta.” You confessed and blushed red when Yuta smiled, picking the blonde highlights of your hair and stroking them, “so unbelievably charming,” he smirked as you flicked his forehead, “–too late for any compliments on my hair now, hmmph.” You scoffed sassily as he chuckled and looked at you with puppy eyes, “what? You didn’t compliment my hair at the office and you’re trying to make up for it now?” You whined, folding your arms as he pouted a bit.

“Mhm, you’re really one woman who needs constant attention and reassurance, huh?” Yuta cooed, patting your hair as you poked the inside of your cheek and remained silent. “Mhm, no words for your Boss?” He cupped your face, staring into your eyes as you looked down and blushed. He sat you on his lap and kissed you, “if you keep giving me the silent treatment, I’ll make you scream for me again, Princess,” you closed your eyes as he started to make out with you. His right hand dropped from the side of your jawline and slid down to your inner thigh, he started rubbing the area.

“Mmh… Mmh… Y-Yuta…” You whimpered, seeing him detach his tongue from yours. “Finally decided to speak up?” Yuta scoffed, pulling you by the chin with his left hand as you nodded. “Mmh. You’re such an asshole.” You crossed your arms as he chuckled, holding onto your ass. “You’re always playing so hard to get,” you pouted flusteredly, “why didn’t you compliment my hair at the office?” You huffed bratty as he chuckled.

“Because I can’t afford to be seen unprofessional and flirting with a colleague at work, Doll,” Yuta whispered as you licked your bottom lips. “Especially not when my high school friend is there, and you know that we can’t flirt in public or at the office, Princess.” He explained as you kissed his lips. “Do you like me?” You asked, holding onto his shoulders as he looked at you before dropping his gaze to your breasts.

“Don’t ask such silly questions,” Yuta huffed, gently rubbing his thumb over your areola, you whined, “of course I like you.” He continued, looking directly into your eyes before kissing you. “–But we can’t be a couple,” he added, looking at you deeply as you pouted at his response. “Is it because I’m not your type…?” You asked, fluttering your eyes as he held you close. “You’re too young for a man like me, Doll.” He replied honestly.

Hearing that sentence hurts your heart a little. You’ve always seen Nakamoto Yuta as the ideal man of your dreams, although he’s a bit older than you. You couldn’t help but hope he would one day fall for you, somehow.

“–Besides, you should find yourself a good-looking boyfriend, a kindhearted and responsible man.” Yuta pulled back before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re so mean,” you huffed coldly, getting off his lap as you stood in between his legs. He poked the inside of his cheek, “mhm, your Boss being ‘mean’ is nothing new, Doll,” he cooed, groping your ass before stroking it.

“I didn’t know you were the type to bring up the age-gap between us.” You scoffed, clenching your fist stubbornly. “ Yuta chuckled, spreading his legs widely as you were clearly distracted by his big hard dick. “Mhm, young women like you get so easily attached, hmm?”

“I’m not that young, you make it sound like I’m an immature brat… I’m fucking 27 years old!” You huffed, crossing your arms as he chuckled, “mhm, my, my.~ You get so easily frustrated and agitated, huh?” He reached over to stroke your chin, you looked into his eyes innocently.

“You’re young and dumb that’s why you get easily attached to older men like me, Princess.” Yuta scoffed, looking at you with slight amusement as you pouted your lips. “You’re not that old…” You rubbed your arm, then blushed red as he moved his hips forward a little. “Mhm, 31 years, you don’t mind the four years gap between us?” He huffed cockily as you shook your head eagerly. He scoffed and he made you kneel in front of him.

"You need to learn some discipline,” he shoved his dick into your mouth as you started to suck him eagerly and obediently, “you look so pretty full of Boss’ dick,” he pulled your hair as tears formed in your eyes as he thrust a few times, causing you to gag as he sighed, slightly rolling his neck, “youngsters like you are stubborn, desperately falling in love with bad men like me,” he scoffed, watching you glare at him as he smiled.

“Mhm, what a sexy expression,” Yuta cooed as you started to deepthroat him. He rubbed the back of your neck and smiled, admiring how you were drooling all over his dick, “you really know how to make a man like me cum,” he scoffed, fucking your mouth a little as he started to cum down your throat. Your breasts were slightly covered in his semen as you giggled, licking your lips while tasting his load. “My, Boss is mean, I really left a mess on you,” he helped you stand up and placed you onto his lap.

You hugged him as Yuta leaned in for a few kisses, “mmh, I like it when you’re mean to me, Yuta…” You pouted, cuddling his chest as he patted your back. “–It makes me excited and super turned on~” you cooed and snickered, he looked into your eyes and chuckled, “what a naughty lady,” he stroked your chin before slowly making out with you. “Mmh, Yuta…” You lay on your back on the bed as he was next to you, cuddling your face, “mhm?” He hummed, embracing you close, “why can’t you be my boyfriend?” You hummed, resting your jaw in your palm as he chuckled.

“Y/N, don’t be foolish,” he scoffed, dismissing your sudden question as you fluttered your eyes and supported yourself with both hands on the mattress. “–But I’m not… I’m being serious, Yuta…” You admitted straightforwardly, deeply looking into his eyes. “You know…” Yuta whispered, stroking the blonde strands of your hair as he looked deeply at you. “You should find yourself a good boyfriend of appropriate age,” you pouted as he kissed your forehead. “But I want to date you…” You sulked as he chuckled, seeing you blush red as he gave you a short kiss on the lips.

“I’m a complicated and difficult man, Park Y/N, dating me isn’t easy.” Yuta confessed and cupped your cheek before continuing to speak, “I’m a single dad with a daughter from a previous marriage after all,” he sighed, pulling back whilst staring at the ceiling. “I don’t care if you’re a divorced man, I just want to be yours…” You insisted, placing your hands on his chest before kissing him softly. “You’re just confused, Y/N,” he told you, pressing his forehead against yours, “I’m not the right man for you,” he spoke when you looked into his eyes.

“–Yet, you find me attractive, don’t you?” You mumbled, placing his hand on your left breast as you fluttered your eyes, “of course I do, Princess,” Yuta scoffed, playing with your nipple as you gasped, “your fierce and passionate personality paired with that beautiful body of yours,” he leaned in, kissing your jawline before leaving a hickey on your collar bones, “–it’s hard for a man like me to not get attracted to you.” He admitted as you blushed red before making out with him.

The next morning...

“Gosh, aah!” You moaned, sitting on the counter as Yuta was roughly fucking you. “I know, Princess, it’s frustrating,” Yuta sighed, holding onto your knees as he kept going at a fast pace. “We’re going for only one round,” he placed a kiss on your lips as you closed your eyes, “–I have to drop the girls at school,” he threw his head back as you pulled him by the tie and made out with him. “I-It’s fine, as long as we get to bang before you go,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders. “–Then I’m more than happy,” you moaned, throwing your head as he hugged you close.

“My, didn’t know dicking you down could make a young lady this happy,” Yuta cooed and chuckled as you blushed red, closing your eyes flusteredly. “I can't help it… I’ve never been this turned on and so energetic before while having sex…” You whined, watching your breasts jiggle roughly as he held you closer, “mhm, you must really enjoy this, huh?” Your breasts were rubbing up and down against his chest as you whined and panted. “Are you dropping by the office later or is university holding you hostage?” He whispered, holding you in his arms as you rode him a little.

“I don’t know, I’m going to the office later that’s for sure…” You panted, watching the drops of yourself leak on the floor and down your ass. “Mhm, that’s my girl.” Yuta cooed and smirked before kissing you deeply. “Aah!” You screamed, climaxing when he groaned, cumming into his condom as you both panted heavily. “Y-You’re so incredible, Yuta,” you panted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he smiled in relief. “Mhm, Boss knows this pussy too well, Princess,” he pulled out and discarded the used condom into the trash can. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?” He offered you the menu cart and sat on the couch, ready to dial the room service.

You jumped down from the counter and went to the bathroom to pee. Then you washed your pussy with hot water, “mmh, dunno, do they have waffles or pancakes?” You dried yourself with some tissues before slipping on your panties. “They have Belgian waffles with fruits, dark chocolate sauce, and whipping cream on the top.” Yuta said, putting on his boxers, you wore your sports bra. “They also have American-style pancakes with butter and syrup,” he added as you lay on the couch. “Mhm, I’ll go with Belgian waffles then,” you flipped onto your stomach, “American pancakes are too sweet for my taste,” dangling your feet back and forth. He put on his white t-shirt and took a quick glance on your ass before chuckling.

“Mhm, nothing’s sweeter than your pussy, Princess,” Yuta smirked, squeezing your ass, you stared at him and giggled, “you sure we can’t go for another quick round?” He shook his head and dialed the number, ordering breakfast for you. “Mhm, don’t tempt Boss like that, Doll,” he warned you, watching your hand rub and stroke the outline of his boxers.

Later that day...

“Papa, I’ve found a new tutor, her name’s Ms. Park,” Yuka said while face timing Yuta on the laptop, “ah, good job, Yuka-chan. You know what to do, right?” He asked her, “I’ll text you the important questions, right away,” he informed her and used his phone, playing with a pen in between his fingers. “So you basically want me to interrogate her?” She mumbled, “–sheesh Papa you’re too much,” she whined, rolling her eyes and frowning.

“You’re just going to ask her some questions, if she gets suspicious of you just tell her that you’re curious about her, that’s all,” Yuta added, taking a sip of his water bottle, “yes, understood Papa.” Yuka nodded, “anyways, where do you want to eat dinner?” He said, writing in his notebook as he looked at her, “mmm, I dunno,” she pouted and tugged some hair behind her ear, she looked rather irritated by something.

“You seem so tense today, is something wrong?” He asked, looking at her deeply as she shook her head. “I’m just tired, sorry for worrying you, Papa,” she mumbled before looking up, “take care, call me if you need me to come and get you,” he reassured as she nodded slightly, “see you, Papa.” She waved before hanging up.

“–Yah, there’s that weirdo Akiyoshi!” A boy walked up to Yuka when she stared at him, “what do you want now, Richard?” She scoffed, putting on her headphones as she tried to ignore him. “Listen to me, when I’m talking to you, bitch!” He yelled, snatching her headphones as she sneered, “hey, give it back!” Yuka yelled, reaching for them as he laughed, “wow you Japanese people seriously have no manners,” he waved them back and forth as she sighed.

“Richard, please give my headphones back,” she said as he raised an eyebrow, “that’s better, well then - how about you beg for it?” He laughed as someone pulled him by the hair, “–what is it that you don’t understand?” A girl tightened her grip around Richard’s hair as he whimpered like a little baby, “o-oww, stop it!” He yelled loudly.

“Chisa-chan…” Yuka mumbled, looking at her friend standing up for her. “Give Yuka-chan her headphones back before I make you bald, Richard,” Chisa demanded, pulling his hair tighter as he screamed, “okay! Okay! Here…” Richard placed the headphones on the table as she let go of his hair, he ran away cowardly.

“Chisa-chan, you saved me!” Yuka said happily before hugging her, “thank you,” she added as Chisa smiled in relief, “no problem, that chaebol guy’s full of himself,” she scoffed and sat across the table. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” She asked, looking at her as Yuka looked down.

“He just pulled me by the hair earlier during the break, but a teacher saw it…” She mumbled weakly, “I don’t feel the pain but I felt bad for lying to Papa about it…” Yuka confessed, reading her book. “You should tell him about that Richard, I’m sure your father could put him into place!” Chisa scoffed before opening a packet of strawberry Pocky, “you know that I don’t like being a burden to Papa…” She hummed before taking a piece of matcha Pocky, “I guess… then I’ll have to constantly watch you in case that chaebol brat shows up again.”

You wore a simple black floral crop top and a short skirt, along with a pair of sneakers as you grabbed your tote bag before heading out. These apartments were recently renovated, according to Yeonwoo. You followed the directions on Naver's map as you rang the doorbell. The door opened as you entered the building and headed up to the 9th floor.

You gently knocked on the door as it opened, “mmm, you’re quite early, Ms. Park,” the little girl hummed, scanning you up and down. “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Ms. Park Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Ms. Akiyoshi.” You bowed as she left the door open for you to enter, “hi, my name’s Akiyoshi N. Yuka, please place your shoes on the shoe rack,” she said before walking into the living room.

You were surprised by how huge the apartment was, “here, please wear these slippers when you’re inside,” she said, placing a pair of slippers as you wore them, “ah thank you,” you bowed as she walked, naturally you followed her.

“Wow, you have a very nice place, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you looked around as she giggled, “mmm, you think so?” You nodded, “anyways, should we get started on your English lesson, Ms. Akiyoshi?” You asked, taking books out of your tote bag as she hummed, “ah yes, let’s go to the kitchen,” you followed her down the hallway that led to a fancy modern kitchen, a stainless steel gas top, and top-quality brand appliances. You noticed a few Japanese cookbooks on the shelf as she offered you to sit on the round leather stool near the kitchen counter. You bowed and sat.

Holy shit this chaebol kiddo must be fucking rich because this kitchen looks so unreal it’s like the one kitchen you can only see and afford in your dreams…

“So do you have experience in teaching English, Ms. Park?” She asked you, “uh, yes. During high school I was abroad in the USA for about 2 years for an English program,” you answered as she noted it. “Do you live with your parents or do you live in a dorm?” She looked at you, “I live by myself, in a small apartment.”

This shit almost feels like a job interview. What’s with this chaebol kiddo…? Is she going to do a background check on me too?

“Alright, so you mentioned that you're a university student and that you have a part-time job at an advertisement company,” Akiyoshi hummed, flipping through a stack of papers, “wait, hold on, what do these questions have to do with our tutoring classes?” You asked, looking at her in confusion.

“Mmm, sorry, my dad told me to ask you these questions,” Akiyoshi hummed, smacking her lips as she rested her head in her palm, “but why?” You asked, looking at her in concern, “mmm, dunno you can say that I’m super wealthy,” she rolled her eyes and had a sly smile before meeting your eyes, “–and so I don’t need peasants to spread rumors or malicious comments about me and my father.” She scoffed sassily, staring at you.

“Ah I see, that makes sense,” you nodded sarcastically, fucking chaebol kid… “–sorry if I doubted you.” You mumbled, opening your English dictionary, “anyways, let’s get started,” you smiled as she moved closer and showed her homework, “today I need help with learning irregular verbs,” she hummed, pointing at her paper as you nodded.

“There are so many irregular verbs, how could I possibly memorize them all?” Akiyoshi pouted, writing down the past particle of to be. “Mmh, you can start by using them daily in conversations,” you suggested, smiling as she scoffed, “easy for you to say Ms. Abroad,” she rolled her eyes sassily.

Damn… Yeonwoo wasn’t joking when she said chaebol brats would be a challenge. In fact, it’s one hell of a challenge.

You stood up to stretch your arms. “Anyways, what’s your favorite subject, Ms. Akiyoshi?” You looked at her as she hummed, glancing at the ‘Daddy’ tattoo on your lower back. “Korean and chemistry,” she replied, handing her paper to you, “is it correct?” You looked and nodded, “yes, well done, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you folded your arms and smiled.

She traced her fingertips on your shoulder’s ‘69’ tattoo. “–Did you get those tattoos done here or in the States?” You looked at her, surprised, “well, most of them were done here, I only had my piercings done in the States,” you replied, pointing at the piercings in your right ear. “I see, I don’t really see the appeal in getting something that stays permanently on the body,” she twirled her hair around her finger, “well, they’re sorta meaningful you know,” you stroked the cross on your right arm.

“Mmm, my Papa says the same, he also has tattoos,” she tapped her fingertips on the counter, “care to stay a little for some tea?” She looked at you, “oh I’d love that, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you nodded and smiled, “hope you like Matcha,” she hummed, boiling some water on the stove, “Matcha… isn’t that some kind of Japanese tea?” You asked as she nodded, “correct, well I’m Japanese after all. It looks like you’ve been paying attention while stalking my profile, huh,” she added sassily as you laughed awkwardly, “you can say that…”

Man, what’s with this brat’s attitude? She’s seriously testing my patience…!

“Just kidding, don’t take it too personally, almost everyone knows what Matcha is,” she giggled, pouring hot water into a cup and whisking it with the powdered Matcha for you, “I wasn’t taking it personal…” you mumbled flusteredly as she scoffed, “oh you so were!” She laughed, handing you a cup as you thanked her.

“By the way, just call me Yuka, you don’t have to address me by my last name,” Yuka scoffed, “it’s too formal for me and I dislike that,” you nodded, “alright, I understand, Miss Yuka,” you sipped your tea and smiled, “wah, it’s really good, you’re excellent at brewing tea, Miss Yuka!” You praised her as she scoffed, “I know~ you could say that I'm a tea connoisseur,” she smirked as you giggled, “you sure are, never tasted Matcha made so delicious and this tasty.” You complimented her when she was staring at you up and down.

“What is it?” You asked, looking back at her. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that…” She spoke and stopped her sentence midway. –“That what?”

“–I’m just surprised to have such a pretty and stunning tutor this time, that's all, Ms. Park,” she pursed her lips and scoffed, you were slightly taken back by her sudden compliments. “Thank you, Yuka…” You blushed and showed a small smile, rubbing your arm shyly. “–That probably explains the many hickies you failed to hide, heh,” she raised an eyebrow before scoffing sassily, tapping the back of her neck while smirking.

“H-Hey Yuka, that’s so rude!” You yelled flusteredly as Yuka giggled, finishing her tea.

This feeling… Why does her sense of humor and teasing remind me of a certain and special someone…

“Thank you for teaching me today, Ms. Park,” Yuka bowed and looked at you wearing your shoes, “thank you for having me over,” you bowed too as she showed a small smile. “You know… your tanned skin is very beautiful, it reminds me of pretty Hyorin from SISTAR,” she admitted, looking at you. “Wah… You think so…? That’s too sweet, I’m getting flustered!” You giggled and blushed slightly. “Well, I’ll see you next time, bye-bye.” You smiled and waved, leaving her apartment.

Yuka smiled before dialing Chisa’s number, “so how did it go?” Chisa asked in curiosity, “mmm, it went quite well. I think this tutor’s quite extroverted this time, I like that,” she hummed, “anyways, when are you coming over? We can go buy snacks and game together,” Yuka smiled.

“Yah, I think I did okay on the tutoring gig,” you said nonchalantly on the phone with Youngji, “mmm, Unnie, you think so?” She huffed, applying mascara on her eyelashes, “coming to the nightclub in Itaewon, later?” You shrugged your shoulders while holding onto your tote bag, “mmh, dunno, maybe?” You walked towards the bus and got in.

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A/N: My apologies for making it so damn looong, oof–!🤷🏻‍♀️😾

I think I'll try and make the upcoming parts a bit shorter because reading this and correcting it was a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS. As per usual, thank you a million times for reading and looking at my fanfic. And most of all, thank you for all your patience and support. 💗

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