#YUTA (NCT)

[jaewsss]

℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨💻 @ T͟o͟k͟y͟o͟ 𝕯ream Girl 𑜞᭄🦇🚠

[wonjuii]

ㅤ⠀ㅤ⠀┼﹏𑣿𝄃﹅⠀ꢤㅤÏ𓂂‧ིྀ͙⠀✦ㅤShe⠀ feel ⠀like⠀ she⠀ deserve⠀ to⠀ turn ⠀up⠀ tonight. ⠀Either ⠀way, ⠀miss⠀ lady⠀ bad⠀ as⠀ a ⠀Toblerone ⠀sugar⠀ rush

[bad-euphoria]

YUTA in every NCT music video ↳ 2 baddies.

[loudstan]

Fuck the Police

Summary: Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.

Pairing: Werewolf! Yuta x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: Magic AU, werewolf AU, smut, Yuta being a menace

“How many times do I have to tell you? You got the wrong guys!” Yuta repeated after who knows how many times. He tried to be as calm as possible at first, reminding himself that these people were doing their job, but god was this dude dense.

“They saw you,” an equally exhausted policeman groaned. He had easily been arguing with the suspected criminal for an hour without getting any information from him. The younger boy next to him, Shotaro, wasn’t particularly helpful either, squirming nervously on his seat and nodding to everything the older man said.

“No one saw us because we were not there! Jesus, are you dumb?!” Yuta exclaimed, raising his voice.

The policeman tilted his head and stared down at Yuta. “If I were you, I would be very careful with how I talk to the police.”

“Fuck the police,” Yuta hissed, and at that minute the door opened and a beautiful young woman came in. Yuta’s mouth fell open. He wasn’t a fan of police uniforms but damn did it look good on you. Or maybe it wasn’t the uniform, but you? Because no matter how much the clothes covered, your curves were still visible and oh so much appreciated…

“Did you call for me, Officer Choi?” You asked your colleague.

“Sorry to bother you, officer L/N. I’m afraid I need some help interrogating these two,” he replied, standing up and pulling out an empty chair for you to sit like he often did. Damn, Yuta wished he had been the one to do that for you but he was handcuffed to the table.

You nodded and thanked him, before taking a seat in front of the two Japanese men. One of them kept looking at his own hands on the table and looked like he was about to cry. The other… was basically devouring you with his eyes.

You weren’t new to this type of scenario. Your ability to literally read people’s minds was often needed for interrogations, and you knew how to keep a straight face no matter how intimidating the criminal was. But this guy? He was fucking hot.

You cleared your throat and focused on your task instead. After reading the documents and hearing what you needed to know from Seungcheol Choi, you started the interrogation. “Did you steal this car?” You asked straight to the point, showing the two men in front of you a picture of the missing vehicle.

“…What if we did?” The guy who according to the document in front of you was called Yuta Nakamoto replied after a few seconds.

You couldn’t help the surprised look on your face, which wasn’t as surprised as Seungcheol’s; so this guy really argued with him for hours just to confess the moment you walked in? And the winning prize goes to Shotaro, whose eyes were wide in terror as he stared at Yuta.

“…So, did you?” You insisted.

“I mean, we could have,” Yuta shrugged.

“WE DIDN’T!” The younger, terrified man let his voice be heard for the first time, shaking his head. “We really didn’t!”

You looked into Shotaro’s eyes and concentrated on reading his thoughts. He was being honest. But then what was the other guy’s deal? You tried to read Yuta’s mind and regretted it immediately; all his thoughts were focused on you, your face…

That mouth, what pretty sounds can it make?

You sat up straight and tried not to blush too hard.

“Please, concentrate on the question, Mr. Nakamoto,” you said through gritted teeth. “Are you innocent?”

“I’m far from that,” he replied, allowing his eyes to travel down your body. Next to him, Shotaro groaned.

“This is the worst possible moment to flirt! I don’t wanna go to jail!” He hissed at Yuta in Japanese.

“We’ll go to jail if we have to,” the older replied firmly.

“We literally don’t have to! We didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Shotaro, just trust me.”

“ No!” the younger replied. “ You’re not thinking straight because you’re horny.”

“I’m not just horny, pup,” Yuta chuckled, his eyes sparkling like never before. “I have just met my forever mate. I imprinted.”

“HUH?!” Shotaro yelled.

On the opposite side of the table, Seungcheol and you stared at each other and then back to the wolves who suddenly seemed very excited about something.

“What’s going on?” Seungcheol mumbled.

“I don't know! They’re thinking too fast and in a language that I don’t understand!” You hissed back.

“Hey!” Seungcheol yelled, his authoritative tone catching everyone’s attention. “Did you do it or not?!”

“Maybe,” Yuta said.

“No!” Shotaro said at the same time.

 And then they went back to arguing with each other.

“That one seems to be honest,” you told Seungcheol, pointing at Shotaro. “But the other guy’s head is a mess, so I can’t be sure…”

Seungcheol let out a frustrated sigh. His job could be so exhausting sometimes. 

 And then he suddenly smirked, his eyes shining excitedly like he just had the best idea ever. 

“Could you please get us something to drink? I bet these men are very thirsty,” he said, giving you a pointed look that lets you know immediately what type of drink he was talking about. The serum of truth wasn’t something your department would normally use. They carried out regular interrogations by just talking to suspects and, if it was really necessary, they would call you to read their minds. But this interrogation wasn’t going anywhere even with you there, and neither you nor Seungcheol was getting paid extra hours.

So you came back to the interrogation room after a few minutes, carrying a tray with four glasses of water, making sure to remember which ones had the serum and placing them in front of the two men who were giving you and Seungcheol a headache. They thanked you, and Yuta was the first to drink it absentmindedly while still talking to his friend like two policemen weren’t there waiting for them to finally confess, and then he grimaced. He put his glass down and grabbed Shotaro’s hand when he was about to drink his own. Shotaro gave him a confused look but Yuta turned his attention to you.

“What a naughty girl, officer,” he purred, licking his lips. “Making regular citizens drink the serum of truth.”

“It’s legal in this state,” Seungcheol answered quickly, making Yuta’s attention turn to him instead.

“Not without consent,” Yuta scoffed. “You tricked us into drinking it.”

“We didn’t,” you said. “The glass simply was on the table and you took it by choice. We didn’t say a word to you.”

Yuta’s eyes were on you again, and his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “God, I love a smart woman,” he said. “You’re so fucking attractive.”

“Watch it,” Seungcheol hissed in a protective manner, while you tried your best to remain unaffected in spite of your ears and cheeks turning hot.

“I thought you wanted me to be honest,” Yuta challenged. “Well, I have no choice now, so ask me anything.”

You cleared your throat and tried to start the interrogation again. “Did you–”

“I imprinted on you,” Yuta stated before you had the chance to finish the question. Next to him, Shotaro sighed tiredly and rested his forehead on the table. The situation kept getting worse, and the chances of him not sleeping in a cell tonight were slim.

“W-wha– That’s not what I was gonna….” you stuttered, confused. You scanned the documents in your hands again, just to see that the photocopy of this man’s ID indeed stated that he was a werewolf. “What?” you repeated dumbly.

“I said I imprinted on you. My human side wants to date the fuck out of you. My wolf wants to mate with you. Should I go into detail –?”

“No!” you exclaimed, not able to hide your nervousness anymore. “I…I know what imprinting means,” you mumbled.

“Well, shit…” Seungcheol murmured next to you. “Y/N,” he called your name softly and then corrected himself when he saw Yuta’s eyes sparkle at the discovery of your first name. “I mean, officer L/N, you don’t have to continue with this interrogation. I’ll take care of it, just go home.”

Don’t go, Yuta’s pleading voice said. He hadn’t spoken. It was his thoughts resonating in the back of your head. 

You looked at him, and he seemed to be breathing heavily compared to before. His intense eyes were still glued to you, but now they were as red and shiny as a ruby.

Shotaro’s whole body suddenly tensed and he lifted his head to stare at Yuta cautiously. 

And then someone knocked on the door and entered the room, interrupting the tense moment. 

“We caught the culprits,” one of your colleagues said. “We found the missing car too, so these two are free to go,” he added, pointing at the wolves.

Shotaro’s soul seemed to come back to his body and he quickly addressed his pack brother. “You hear that? We’ll be home soon! Hold it just for a bit longer!”

Yuta grunted but nodded. He had been through his rut plenty of times before and he was usually very good at controlling it, but it was really fucking hard when you were right in front of him.

“Is he in rut?!” Seungcheol asked incredulously. “You should have said something sooner!” he exclaimed, standing up and walking around the table to uncuff them. But when he stood next to Yuta and saw the way he was eyeing you like he was ready to pounce on you, he hesitated. “Officer Lee, please take Officer L/N home immediately. Make sure she’s safe,” he instructed. 

The other officer nodded quickly and waited for you to follow him, but you didn’t move from your seat.

 You were looking back into Yuta’s eyes in a daze. You didn’t want to leave. It was like he was luring you in with all the romantic and dirty promises he was making to you in his head. You could hear every thought he was having right now, every little fantasy; and you were the protagonist of all of them.

“Officer L/N!” Seungcheol’s voice brought you back to reality. “Go.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood up quickly, trying to block Yuta’s thoughts from entering your head. 

Yuta’s eyes followed you as you left the room and then he grunted, scrunching his eyes closed. 

Seungcheol, who had just finished uncuffing Shotaro, waited until he heard the car start and drive away before he freed Yuta too. 

“You have outstanding self-control,” the officer praised the wolf, who was panting on the chair, burying his claws on the wooden table. “I know you could have broken those handcuffs easily if you wanted to… Oh, and  I apologize for the misunderstanding.”

“If you’re really sorry, tell me Y/N’s work schedule,” Yuta grunted in pain, allowing Shotaro to help him get up from the chair. 

“I can’t do that,” Seungcheol said, giving him a sympathetic smile. Yuta seemed like a decent guy, but that didn’t mean he was entitled to have you. “But I can at least give you guys a ride home, let’s go.”

When you got home, you felt incredibly drained. Mind reading was an activity that often took a lot of your strength, but also Yuta’s thoughts had been so intense, he made you weak on the knees.

So your name is Y/N? That’s lovely, just like you.

I want you to be the first thing I see every morning.

Make you breakfast in bed, you won’t have to lift a finger.

Make love to you until you see stars—

You shuddered. You had found him attractive the moment your eyes landed on him, but your expectations for a partner were…different. You were hoping to end up with a simple office worker who had a stable routine and live a calm life together. And Yuta, with his leather jacket, talking back to the police and being half animal was far from what you wanted to attract.

There was no way you would accept his “confession”… but your heart skipped a beat as you thought of him and your groin pulsated when you remembered his unsolicited dirty thoughts invading your head.

I would let you step all over me.

Use me however you want.

“Fuck,” you sighed and plopped down on your bed. 

But then it will be my turn.

And I can go all night, officer…

Unconsciously, your hand made its way down your stomach and into your panties. You were soaking.

You knew you shouldn’t.

I could make you feel so fucking good…

But maybe just a little wouldn’t hurt, right? Plus, it’s not like anyone would ever know, and you were so hot and bothered, and his voice wouldn’t leave your head. Just once. Just once and then you would never think about him again, you told yourself, sighing in relief and arching your back.

“Why are the police outside our house?” Ten asked, looking out the window.

“Don’t look at me,” Chenle shrugged, not even bothering to pause the videogame he was playing with Jisung.

“Oh, I wasn’t looking at you,” Ten assured him, crossing his arms and glaring at Haechan.

“Wha-?” Haechan almost choked on the cereal he was munching straight out of the box. “Why me?! I didn’t do anything!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. You called the police for absolutely no reason last month.”

“No reason?” Haechan gasped. “No reason?! Renjun was trying to kill me!”

“Please, I barely touched you,” Renjun rolled his eyes at him.

“Did you say the police?!” Yangyang suddenly ran into the living room, pale and distressed. 

“...Yangyang, what did you do?!” Ten asked in panic as he heard knocking on the door.

“NOTHING!” Yangyang yelled, eyes darting quickly from the main door to his room. “Hyung, please don’t open the door just yet. I need 5 minutes–no, 3 minutes–”

“Good evening, officer. Can I help you?” Taeil greeted a stoic-looking policeman at the door. He had dismissed the entire conversation and made his way to the door to open it, tired of the insistent knocking. 

“Good evening, I was wondering if–,” The officer spoke only to be interrupted by an agitated young wolf.

“THEY ARE JUST PLANTS!” Yangyang defended himself from the inexistent accusation, causing all eyes to land on him.

Officer Seungcheol Choi glared at him in silence, before deciding that he really did not care what the hell he was talking about. His shift had finished hours ago and he was not getting paid enough for the headache he had right now. “I was wondering if Yuta Nakamoto and Shotaro Osaki live here.”

“Yes,” Taeil replied quickly. “W-why? Did something happen to them?”

“They are both fine,” Seungcheol said. “One of them entered his rut at the police station so I brought them here,” he said, pointing at the car where Shotaro was opening the door, allowing them to see Yuta lying on his side in the back seat.

“Shit,” Taeil murmured, rushing towards the car, followed by Ten. 

The other members who were in the living room quickly gathered at the door to see what was going on while Seungcheol helped Shotaro get Yuta out of the car and into Ten and Taeil’s arms.

Yuta laughed weakly. “Why would the weakest members come to my rescue?”

“You’re in no position to complain,” Ten chided, circling Yuta’s waist with his arm. 

“The big, strong ones are all out, so it’s either us or the kids,” Taeil added, ignoring the complaints from the youngest members yelling they were not kids. 

They thanked the policeman and dragged Yuta into the house, managing to make him drink some water before giving him some privacy.

“That’s weird,” Renjun hummed when he came back to the living room after giving Yuta some suppressants. “Yuta hyung is usually very careful when it comes to his cycle. He always makes sure he’s home before his rut hits.”

“Unless…” Ten’s lips morphed into a teasing smile. “Someone triggered it.”

“No way!” Taeil raised his eyebrows and let out a little laugh of disbelief. “Did he find…?”

Shotaro, who was lying down on the sofa, looked at them with tired eyes and nodded. 

“He imprinted?!” Renjun asked. “It’s happening so fast…Everyone’s finding their mate…”

“Don’t be sad, Renjunie,” Haechan cooed, hugging him.

“I’m not–,” he responded, trying to push him away.

“You’ll find yourself a kinky bad bitch who puts you in your place—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Renjun snapped at Haechan, slapping his back hard several times until he whined and apologized. 

“What is she like?” Chenle asked absentmindedly while resuming his videogame with Jisung.

“I don’t know much about her but she works for the police,” Shotaro replied vaguely.

“Okay. Hot,” Ten approved. 

“I fail to see how that’s hot,” Renjun refuted.

“Uh, hello? The uniform? The cuffs?” Ten explained very slowly like he was talking to an idiot and Taeil laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

“You hear that, Jisungie?” Haechan teased the youngest, who was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t hear him. “Handcuffs, like the ones I gifted you. Have you tried them on your mate yet?”

Jisung froze and his character on screen died right in that moment. Chenle laughed blatantly and celebrated his victory, giving Haechan a high five while Jisung quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. 

Renjun frowned. “You know, one day Jisung will finally notice he’s grown to be taller and stronger than you and he’ll kick your ass. And I’ll enjoy it very much.”

“Just say you like my ass and go,” Haechan winked and quickly ran away, with Renjun chasing after him with murderous intent. 

“Why were you at the police station anyways?” Taeil continued the conversation like nothing happened.

“They mistook us for someone else. Thought we stole a car or something,” Shotaro mumbled, pouting cutely. “And then Yuta hyung’s brain malfunctioned when he saw his mate and tried to confess to a crime he didn’t commit just to buy time with her.”

Chenle, Taeil, and Ten burst out laughing. They would make sure to tease Yuta about that later since he always prided himself on being cool and collected.

He was not cool and collected at all in his room, fucking into his fist and biting his lip. All he could think about was fucking the rut out of his system so he could go out and see you again. And then fuck you. He was sure you would feel way better than his hand; tight and hot around him as your tits bounced each time he thrusts inside you. He didn’t even need to picture you naked; he was more than okay with unbuttoning your blouse and riling your skirt up, taking you while still wearing your uniform and not caring if the entire police station saw. If you blushed just like you did when he confessed he imprinted on you, you would look so fucking cute. And if only you said his name a bit louder… He wasn’t a fan of people calling him by his last name, but the way you had called him ‘Mr. Nakamoto’...

“FUCK!” he grunted, cumming so hard that some drops landed on his face. His body finally relaxed on the messy bed sheets and he let out a breathy laugh. He was mostly laughing at himself; he had never been so desperate to cum before and it had been so intense he was sure he stopped breathing for almost an entire minute. If he felt like this just to the thought of you, then he knew actually touching you would be the end of him. 

It was 4 days later that you saw Yuta Nakamoto again. He was casually leaning against the wall outside the police station like he owned the place.

“Hi, beautiful,” he called for you, smiling happily and approaching you.

“It’s Officer L/N to you,” you hissed, but couldn’t hide the blush on your ears at the memory of what you had done alone in the darkness while thinking of him.

“Officer L/N,” he corrected himself, biting back a smirk like he found the whole situation very amusing. “I wanted to see you.”

“I’m working,” you said. “Unless you have an emergency that the police can help with, you shouldn’t be here.”

Instead of sulking, he smiled.

So if I make an emergency happen I can come here?

“Don’t!” you yelled too quickly when you heard his thoughts.

His smirk grew wider.

I knew it. You can read minds.

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You froze. Your ability was precious to the police so you were instructed to keep it a secret. As for your personal life, many friends got awkward around you when they found out you could read their minds in the past, so you had learned to control your expressions and behavior so people couldn’t even suspect you knew what was going on in their heads. People didn’t like having someone in their heads. It was invasive, embarrassing,...

“Perfect,” Yuta said out loud this time. “That will make things easier.”

But Yuta didn’t seem to mind it.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“You’ll know I mean everything I say.”

“...So what?”

“So you can trust me.”

“Trust you?” you scoffed and started walking away, but he quickly followed your steps and walked next to you.

“Can’t build a relationship without trust, can you?” he said casually. 

“There’s no relationship between us.” 

“Yet.”

“Listen,” you stopped right before the gate and turned to look at him. “You’re not my type.”

“Too bad. You’re totally my type,” he countered. 

“Sounds like a you problem,” you said between gritted teeth. 

Yuta laughed and the sound was endearing. “I’m afraid it’s very much your problem too.”

You gulped. “Meaning…?”

“I’m a man who knows what he wants,” he said staring at your lips.

And I don’t stop until I get it.

You glared at him, hoping he didn’t see the way your body shivered.

You know what I want right now?

You didn’t even need to read his mind to know the answer. The way he was staring at your lips and closing the distance between you told you all you needed to know.

“Officer L/N,” Seungcheol’s voice called for you. “All good over here?”

Thank god. Seungcheol had arrived to start his shift as well.

“All good,” you grumbled as Seungcheol stood in between you two, facing Yuta.

“How are you doing? Is your rut over?” Seungcheol asked.

Yuta nodded, his eyes still finding you behind your colleague’s figure. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”

“That’s good,” Seungcheul replied politely. “It was nice to see you but I can’t let you past this gate unless you have an emergency to report.”

“Right…” Yuta sighed. 

Gotta cause some trouble first then, huh?

You glared at him over Seungcheol’s shoulder and shook your head. Even if Yuta couldn’t read minds he knew you didn’t want him to do that.

Unless you let me see you after your shift…

You rolled your eyes and got ready to walk away.

Got it. It’s been a while since the last time I broke into private property. I’ll see you after–

“My shift finishes at 8,” you blurted out suddenly. Or at least for Seungcheol, it was sudden; he had no idea about the mental conversation you had just had with Yuta. 

“Great,” Yuta chuckled. “I’ll pick you up then,” he declared, before waving both of you goodbye.

“Uh…” Seungcheol hesitated as you two entered the police station. “Are you two…?

“No,” you said firmly. “I’ll just meet him once and tell him I’m not interested.”

“...You’re not interested?”

“Of course not!” you exclaimed and got irritated when Seungcheol just stared at you blankly. “He’s definitely not what I look for in a man.”

“You could have just told him that earlier.”

“I did! He’s just so stubborn–”

“So instead you agreed to go on a date with him?” Seungcheol scoffed, mocking you. “Sure, not interested at all…”

“It is not a date.”

“Mhm…”

“Seungcheol!”

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he winked at you, before going into his office.

Time went by incredibly fast during your shift and you became more anxious as the clock got close to announcing 8PM. You collected your stuff slowly, kind of hoping if you took long enough Yuta would get bored and leave (if he even was out there waiting), but when you dragged your feet to the main gate you were met with his easygoing expression, like you hadn’t made him wait for almost half an hour. 

“Tough day, officer?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, as you can tell I’m a busy person. Just go ahead and say what you have to say.”

“Sure,” Yuta said offering you a…helmet? “We should get going then.”

It was then that you noticed that this time, instead of the wall, he was leaning against a motorcycle. You looked at the helmet in your hands and then at Yuta who was swiftly getting on the motorcycle and patting the seat behind him, indicating for you to follow. 

“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned.

“I thought you were in a hurry,” Yuta feigned confusion.

“Let’s just talk here.”

“Oh, alright, if you don’t mind your coworkers hearing that you triggered my rut and I spent days thinking about–”

 You shrieked and quickly covered his mouth with your palms.

—you. I spent all these days thinking about you, and I know you’ve thought about me too.

 You blushed and looked around. Some of your coworkers were leaving and waved at you in a friendly manner. You waved back. This was not something you wanted them to hear. So you put on the damn helmet and sat behind Yuta, trying to keep some distance between your bodies.

“You need to hold onto me,” Yuta said when he noticed your hands barely holding onto the edge of the seat behind you.

“You wish,” you spat back.

“I do,” he agreed. “But also, you’ll fly off otherwise. I don’t want you injured on our first date.”

“This is not a date—” you wanted to argue with him but as soon as you heard him starting the engine you panicked and your arms surrounded his torso automatically. 

Yuta’s body tensed when he felt your body so close to his and then he released a long breath.

So warm…

You barely hear his thoughts over the sound of the motorcycle, but you were thinking the exact same thing: he was so warm. You gripped his clothes tightly as the vehicle started moving.

Just like that. Don’t let go.

You tried to let the wind hitting the helmet drown the sound of his thoughts but they were so loud, by the time you arrived at your destination you were dizzy, a blushing mess and your heart was beating hard and fast against his back.

“Officer L/N?” you heard him call your name. “We’re here. You can let go now.”

…Or don’t. I don’t mind staying like this.

Immediately, you pulled away from him and jumped out of the bike, your hands flying to fix your skirt which had ridden up your thighs, ignoring Yuta’s charming (annoying) laugh. 

“What is this place?” you asked, looking around. 

There was no one around besides Yuta and you. All you saw was the road, the forest and… a view of the whole city. You gasped out loud; even if it was a small city, with no big skyscrapers, the city lights still shone like a kaleidoscope contrasting the dark sky. You had asked to be transferred to work and live in a small town, away from all the noise and stress that the capital city had made you deal with. Since you moved to this town, you were glad that crime was low, people (humans, and non-human creatures alike) were mostly kind and you had a calm life…but you hadn’t paid proper attention to the beauty this city had to offer. 

Speechless you turned around to look at Yuta, whose dark eyes were reflecting the city view. But he was looking at you, leaning forward while still sitting on his bike, his head resting on his arms lazily.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

And that was exactly what you were thinking about him. But you wouldn’t say it out loud. 

“I asked you where we are,” you said firmly.

“My favorite place,” the werewolf said as he reached for the rear suitcase and unpacked whatever he had brought with him. “Cool view, huh?”

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked him in an irritated tone, not wanting to admit that the view was the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while.

“To spend time with you,” he replied as if it was obvious, as he laid down a blanket on the grass and placed several food containers on it.

“Is this…a picnic?”

“Yes.”

 That was surprisingly…sweet. Not something you would expect from the werewolf in the leather jacket who rides a motorcycle around town. You kind of hoped your future partner would take you on cute little dates like this one. But Yuta was not in those plans.

“Nakamoto.”

“Hm?” he looked up at you, giving you his full attention. Your heart beat a bit faster when your eyes met but you had to stand your ground.

“I’m not going to date you.”

He narrowed his eyes, a glint of amusement in them. Then he hummed and went back to arranging the food. “You already are.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know I’m interested in you, yet you let me pick you up from work and take you for a ride at night. Now we are alone in a place that looks like a movie scene, about to eat food I made for you. Tell me that’s not a date.”

Well it did sound like a date when he said it like that, but you never agreed to that. “I’m going back.”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna walk all the way back to town in those heels?” he challenged you. “There are no other cars around the area, and phone reception sucks up here.”

 You looked at your phone and confirmed that you wouldn’t be able to get in touch with anyone. The place looked deserted too. “You’re a psychopath.”

Yuta laughed out loud. This was the loudest and most cheerful you had heard him laugh before and it was quite cute how he threw his head back and his mouth opened wide, displaying his perfect smile without trying to look elegant at all. His laugh sounded so pure.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” he admitted when he calmed down, still giggling a little. “I didn’t plan to trap you here. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and get to know you better, and I thought you might be hungry so I prepared something to eat. That’s all.”

As if waiting for the sign, your stomach growled loudly. How embarrassing. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Yuta asked, a hint of concern noticeable in his voice.

“Uh, not sure…” you admitted. “Our shifts are a bit unpredictable sometimes.”

Yuta sighed. “Just eat with me? I’ll take you back right after. I promise. You can read my mind if you want.”

You rolled your eyes but let out a tired laugh. You didn’t even need to read the mind of someone who was such an open book. You finally sat down in front of him and looked at the food in front of you. “So, what do we have here?”

The Japanese straightened his back and started presenting you with a variety of food. “So, some of these may have gone a bit cold by now but we have here some yakisoba, this is sushi that should be eaten at room temperature so this is a perfect time… or if you are a vegetarian, you can try vegetable fried rice…or if you’re not into any of this stuff I prepared some sandwiches,” he rambled, looking a bit nervous for the first time since you met him.

“Did you make all this yourself?” you asked him. 

“Yeah,” Yuta bit his lip nervously. “I’m not a chef but it should be edible.”

“You could have just bought some snacks.”

“I guess I could have but… I know that when people work a lot they end up eating just whatever and I wanted you to have a proper home-cooked meal…”

Another surprisingly sweet gesture from Yuta Nakamoto. It was so thoughtful and it probably took him hours in the kitchen. For you. Well, you were starving so why not give it a try?

 You reached for the utensils he had placed in front of you and tried food from the container closest to you, under his expecting eyes.

It was delicious. If he wasn’t a chef then he should consider becoming one.

“...Not bad,” you commented like it wasn’t the best meal you’d had in months. 

Yuta bit back a smile and started eating too. He didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled and you almost sighed when trying his food, so he was incredibly proud of himself. 

The more you ate the more you let your guard down, allowing Yuta to ask you simple questions about your hobbies, life, and general preferences. He also answered any question you had for him quite openly. 

He kept his promise and took you home after. He didn’t try anything on you, but he did show up every Friday evening to pick you up from your shift. No matter how annoyed you were or pretended to be, each time you showed less resistance to getting on the bike, and you had stopped making plans for Friday night, knowing he would be waiting for you. Not that you would tell anyone this, but you were counting the minutes for your shift to end to see him again.

You enjoyed your time together until it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“This was fun…” you trailed off.

“But?” Yuta asked, knowing you were about to find an excuse.

“I have…plans, you know?” you sighed. “A reckless werewolf I met in the interrogation room imprinting on me is not part of my plans at all.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t supposed to be interrogated in the first place,” he said. “But I’m glad it happened.”

You sighed again. “You can’t give me what I want.”

“How do you know that?” he murmured. He was looking at you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, looking at the city view instead.

“I want calm. I want domestic,” you replied, frustrated and a bit tired.

“But you also want me,” he said.

“Nakamoto…”

“Can we stop calling each other by our last names?” he was starting to sound frustrated too.  “We’re not strangers, Y/N.” 

 He was right. That was just your childish way of keeping some distance between you two. 

“...Can you drop me home now?” you finally asked, not wanting to continue this conversation. 

 Yuta glared at you. 

Won’t you even look at me?

You didn’t. 

He scoffed.

As you wish.

The ride back was silent. You tried to get into his head and hear whatever he was thinking about, but he was thinking in his native language, blocking you indirectly. Since you met, he had tried to think in a language you would understand, giving you complete access to his head and heart, but you had hurt him. You didn’t get to read his thoughts if you weren’t capable of opening yourself up to him in return. 

“Thank you,” you grumbled when you arrived at your destination, giving him the helmet back.

“You’re welcome,”  he said dryly. 

“You don’t have to pick me up from work next week,” you added.

“Gotcha,” he simply said, like he didn’t care. It angered you, but it was what you wanted, wasn’t it? So you didn’t say anything else and watched him leave. For the first time, he didn’t wait until you got into your house.

Did you regret it as soon as you reached your bed? Yes. Your chest felt tight and your eyes stung like you wanted to cry. 

Would you do something to fix it? No. Because you were a coward, afraid of such an unconventional man, no matter how kind and lovely he was, approaching you and telling you he wanted to stay with you for life.

And he indeed didn’t pick you up the next week. When you finished your shift and left the station, no one was waiting there for you. Why would there be? You had told the poor guy to leave you alone, and he did. Perfect.

Just perfect.

But for some reason, you still cried yourself to sleep that night and woke up in the morning to a call from Seungcheol. 

“Hello?” you groaned, rubbing your eyes sleepily. 

“Hey, Y/N, no time for small talk,” Seungcheol said from the other side of the line. “I know you don’t work today but I really really think you should come.”

“W-why? What’s wrong?” you asked, very confused, but all these years of work had your body getting out of bed and getting ready automatically.

“Don’t panic,” he said now in a more calming tone. “What matter’s that no one got hurt–”

“What happened?!”

“Just come to my office!” he said before he hung up the phone.

You basically run to work, your feet hurting on your heels, your uniform all wrinkled, and your hair a mess, not even bothering to tie it up and look appropriate. You nervously greeted your coworkers and went straight into Seungcheol’s office.

“Seungcheol–”

“Finally!” he sighed, letting you in and locking the door behind him. “It’s gonna be okay, nobody else knows–”

“Know what?! Can you please give me some context?” you hissed nervously.

Seungcheol inhaled. “Do you know where your boyfriend was last night?”

“My what?!”

“Your boyfriend?” he repeated, now sounding as confused as you.  “The Japanese one?”

“He’s not my boyfriend–”

“What do you mean? You guys have been dating for— it doesn’t matter. Just take a look at this,” he said, pointing at his laptop screen.

You got closer to his desk and watched the screen where security footage of some type of store was playing. You were about to ask what all this was about when you saw a familiar face entering the store and going through the product shelves urgently. 

“Yuta…” you whispered. 

In the video, the man opened a few jars, straight up drank the content of some of them, and emptied others in a bottle he was carrying. After a few minutes, he made a pained expression and bent down on the floor before he passed out. 

 You were holding your breath, your own body hurting at seeing him like that. Seungcheol skipped some parts of the video until someone who worked in the store discovered Yuta, who stood up and left, looking disoriented. 

“This is the apothecary near the beach,” Seungcheol said. “The store owner won’t present charges because he didn’t actually steal. Apparently, he left cash on the counter for the stuff he took. The door wasn’t damaged either. It’s like he has experience breaking in.”

“W-why did he…. Oh, god,” you sighed. 

“I checked his house. His pack hasn’t seen him since yesterday,” Seungcheol continued. “Any idea where he could be?”

“No…wait! Maybe—... I’m not sure,” you answered vaguely. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” Seungcheol asked.

“No,” you said more firmly this time. “I think I’ll be fine by myself.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol agreed, passing you the patrol car keys. He could tell that something had happened between the two of you and that he should let you solve things by yourself. “But let me know of any updates. If you can’t find him by the end of the day his pack will file a missing report.”

“I’ll find him,” you assured him. He had to be at that place. The place where you had most of your dates. So that’s where you went.

And there he was, sitting on the grass and looking at the sunset over the city, in the same place where you had the most fun and heart whelming moments the last couple of months. You managed to send one last message to Seungcheol letting him know you had found Yuta before your phone service abandoned you.

 Yuta looked at you getting off the car over his shoulder and went back to look into the sunset.

“Good evening, Officer L/N,” he said sarcastically. 

You grimaced. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

You sighed and sat down next to him. He didn’t spare you a glance, just reached for his  thermos bottle and filled his cup with tea.

“What happened yesterday?” you asked.

“Many things…”

“Okay…,” you nodded. “Why did you break into the apothecary?” 

“I was in pain,” he said, grabbing another little cup from beside him and filling it with tea before offering it to you. 

“What type of pain?” You accepted the cup, glad that he was somehow communicating with you. “Are you sick?”

“No, not sick,” he said raising his cup towards yours as if there was anything to cheer to.

“Then why were you in pain?” You clinked your cup with his and drank the tea, shuddering at the contrast between the warm beverage and the cool breeze caressing your face.

“My wolf was acting up…” he murmured, refilling both your cups. “I think he got used to seeing you every Friday and when it became late at night and didn’t have you near, he thought that starting an early rut would make me go find you,” he laughed bitterly and drank some more. “I really wanted to see you, but you told me not to, so I went to buy something for the pain instead but it was closed. It really fucking hurt so I entered anyways…Well, let me finish my tea before you arrest me.”

“You’re not under arrest. The owner won’t present charges,” you said. “I was just worried about you.”

“Why?” he asked, looking at you drink your second cup of tea.

“Because I care about you,” you admitted almost too easily. 

“Then why do you push me away?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m kinda scared,” you said. “This whole imprinting thing…I didn’t see it coming.”

“That’s valid,” he sighed. “Did you at least enjoy hanging out with me?”

“It was the highlight of my week,” you giggled. “I loved it.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured before he winced in pain.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, placing a hand on his back. You could feel the heat radiating through his shirt.

“Told you,” he groaned. “Early rut.”

“You–...you’re in rut right now?!”

“Were you not listening earlier?” he laughed half-heartedly.

“I was! I just didn’t— fuck, okay, let’s take you home,” you said urgently, pulling his arm and making him stand up.

He let you guide him to the car and get him in the back seat without resistance. He focused on your face instead, like you were fascinating to look at and he had all the time in the world (which wasn’t the case; you had to get him back to town as soon as possible).

 “Where are we going?” He asked tiredly as he let you lay him down.

“The hospital,” you said firmly. “Or wherever you can take care of your… uh, state,” you pointed at his body vaguely and then you gulped. 

Did he really need to look this good in such a critical moment? Leaning on his forearms, with his legs slightly spread, his messy hair sticking to his forehead and nape, and his lidded eyes scanning your body. 

“I like your hair today,” he casually said.

You clicked your tongue.“I didn’t have much time to get ready.”

“You look so hot. I want you so bad…”

You stopped trying to push his feet in the car and looked up to meet his reddened eyes. 

Come here.

“I-...I have to drive,” you stuttered, trying to push him back when he leaned toward you. 

 He grabbed your arm before you could make your way to the driver's seat. 

“We’re not gonna make it,” he simply mumbled. “It’s a long way to town…I won’t be able to resist you.”

“Then don’t,” you said simply and then you gasped, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Did you really just say that?

“Is that so?” Yuta purred while his fingers caressed your arm. “Officer L/N wants me to fuck her?”

You rolled your eyes, ready to tell him that you were not interested but instead what exited your mouth was: “Of course I do– shit!”

Now you covered your mouth with both hands. What the hell? What were you saying?

You looked at Yuta with wide eyes, but he didn’t seem surprised; if anything he looked smug. 

Wait…

The tea.

“Did you put something in the tea?” you asked him angrily.

“Serum of truth,” he said shamelessly, pulling your body closer to his firmly so now you were in the car too, lying on top of him, your hands resting on the door behind his head.

“W-what?!” you shrieked. So that’s why you were saying everything you felt out loud. “Where did you get it? It’s not available in any store–”

“I made it myself,” he said, as his hands caressed your face. “Last night in the apothecary.”

“Y-you!” now you were furious. “Regular citizens can’t administrate the serum of truth. Ever!”

“What are you gonna do about it, hmm?” he cooed. “Call the police?”

“Uugh,” you groaned. You hated the guy. Except you didn’t. 

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting me, officer,” Yuta assured you. “I want you too. I have had the best orgasms since I started thinking about you when touching myself.”

“Shut up!” you yelped, now covering his mouth with your hands.

Thought about fucking you in this skirt. 

Giving it to you so hard you would drop the fucking attitude.

“Oh my god,” you whined.

Have you thought about me too? You looked away. Embarrassed. 

I bet you have. I could smell how wet you were the day we met.

…Shit I can smell it now too.

“Nakamoto,” you warned him but it sounded like a plea.

He hummed against your hands, deciding there was no reason for him not to use his hands on you too. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled them to have you sitting on his crotch in a swift motion. You gasped as your skirt rode up and you could feel his hard member pulsating against you in spite of the remaining layers of clothing between you.

Did it feel good? 

Touching yourself with these beautiful hands, imagining it was me?

He kissed your palms and fingers lovingly like he was praising them for a job well done.

“S-so good…” you admitted in a tiny voice.

Yuta groaned, sending vibrations to your hands and then biting your finger playfully, finally making you release his mouth with a yelp.

“That should have been me touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing your hips and pressing you against his hard. “Why play hard to get if you were getting off to me anyways? So you kept going on dates with me, telling me you weren’t into me every time, just to go home and fuck yourself with these tiny fingers?”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him an answer and also because you were sure any sound escaping your mouth right now would be embarrassingly pathetic with the way his clothed crotch was rubbing against yours. 

When you kept looking away he grabbed your face with his hand and made you face him. “Who do you think of when you fuck yourself?” he growled. 

He seemed to think you were taking a little too long to reply because his other hand landed on your ass cheek loud and hard. You gasped and your hands grabbed onto his wrinkled shirt.

 “I asked you a question,” he insisted when you only gasped and hissed instead of offering a proper answer.

“Answer me,” he breathed against your lips, his tone low and demanding, slapping your ass even harder twice. “Who were you thinking about?”

“Y-you!” you finally yelped. “I imagined it w-was you… every time…”

And with that,  Yuta’s lips were immediately on yours, kissing you softly but firmly, letting out little pained whines. He honestly had no idea how he spent months seeing you without doing this before. It was like the tension was finally leaving his body.

You kissed him back nervously. You still couldn’t quite comprehend that you were finally giving in and allowing your body and heart to do what they really wanted. Then you felt the same hands that had slapped you gently massaging the mistreated area.

We’re done playing games. You’re mine now.

You moaned and he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking eagerly and making it hard to keep up with him. 

You want that? Want me to make you mine?

“Y-yeah,” you barely breathed out as he kissed your jaw. And damn, the stupid serum was still making you admit to the most embarrassing things. “But–”

But you want calm and domestic.

He fixated on your neck, biting and licking. 

And you think I can’t give you that?

“N-nakamoto…”

If you like my last name that much you can have it.

What do you say? I really like the sound of Y/N Nakamoto.

“Fuck…,” you sighed. He seemed to have found his favorite spot on your neck, sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Say it. Say you want to be mine.

 You finally gave in. “P-please…–Ah!” 

And then you felt a sharp sting on the same spot he had been sucking on. He moaned as his fangs pierced your skin, one of his hands holding you by your nape while his other arm circled your waist. Your neck started tingling;  a funny sensation that soon spread until reaching your toes and making them curl. 

“Taste so good,” he whispered against your neck. 

You whined, gripping his clothes desperately, to the point he could probably feel your nails digging into his skin through the fabric. Your body was tickling all over like you were being caressed with feathers and it felt frustrating. You needed something, but you didn’t know what. Your body seemed to have a clear idea though, your hips moving slowly against Yuta’s. 

 He let go of your neck, kissing your lips sweetly before looking down where your bodies were moving in synch. He let out a heavy sigh and placed his hands on your ass, helping you move.

“It’s– It’s not…” you mumbled, letting out a frustrated whimper.

“Hmm?” he asked, unable to look away from the tent in his pants digging into your wet underwear, having pulled your skirt to your waist. 

“It’s n-not enough,” you finally said.

“Agreed,” he grumbled. His hands flew toward his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper clumsily. 

 Your lust-driven brain made it hard for you to think clearly, but you understood what was important: those jeans needed to go. So you lifted your lower body to give him some space to undress himself, but he growled. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” he asked, pulling his pants and boxers down hastily, just enough to free his reddened cock. His thighs would probably hurt with the way the fabric would cut the circulation but he couldn’t care less right now. He wanted your warmth back on him. “Get back here.”

 “Wanna take these off…” you trailed off as you pointed at your panties, trying to untangle yourself from him in such a small space.

“Later,” he breathed out, bringing your body closer to his again. “Can’t wait.”

He pulled your panties to the side and positioned your hips right over his until your pussy was pressed against his member resting on his lower abdomen. 

“O-oh god,” you whined, as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. “It’s so warm…”

“So wet,” he groaned at the same time. His shaky hands caressed your waist as you started moving experimentally, gliding against his cock. He let out a choked moan. “F-fuck!” 

He reached for your shirt and unbuttoned it hurriedly, lowering it down your shoulders and pulling your bra down as you continued moving back and forward. He sighed at the sight of your uncovered breasts, and let the tip of his tongue tease one of your nipples.

I’ve been wanting to taste these tits for so long.

The same nipple got engulfed in the warmth of his mouth as he sucked hard.

“Ah— Haa….” you moaned, arching your back.

Faster.

You obeyed, grinding harder and faster, feeling your climax building up as a knot in your stomach. “I’m close….Oh!”

He hummed but his mouth was too occupied toying with your breasts to speak. Luckily he didn’t need to speak out loud for you to hear him.

Me too, beautiful. 

Your taste’s driving me fucking crazy.

Can’t wait to taste all of you…

You gasped and a shiver ran up your spine.  “O-oh fuck…”

May I?

Can I eat your pussy?

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, your movements turning desperate as you pressed your clit against the head of his cock.

Tell me I can, beautiful.

His tone was pleading, like he didn’t know you would say yes to anything he asked. 

Yeah? Can I?

Opening his eyes to look up at your face, he stuck the tip of his tongue out and flicked your hardened nipple quickly, no doubt imitating the way he would toy with your clit. All you had to do was say…

“YES! Yes, y-yes, fuck! Yuta, yes!” you screamed. Your body convulsed on top of his, covering his dick with your release.

He finally let go of your sore nipples, looking at your orgasmic expression in awe. 

Suddenly he grabbed your hips and started thrusting up rapidly.

“S-shit, Y/N…,” he gulped. “Feels t-too fucking good I…Ah! I can’t—,” his words were interrupted by a gasp, and then his body tensed as spurts of cum tainted his wrinkled shirt. 

He lay on his back and you collapsed on top of him, both of you panting tiredly.

“...You called me by my name,” Yuta whispered.

You pushed against his pecs to lift yourself a little, looking at his delighted expression. He looked like it was Christmas and he had received the most precious of gifts.

You tried not to smile. “Really? Among all the things that just happened, you’re happy that I said your first name?” 

“Mhmm…it makes me really happy,” he agreed, surrounding you with his arms. “Plus, you didn’t just say my name. You screamed it.”

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I should d-drive us back now…” you mumbled, trying to stand up, but before you could even blink you were on your back on the leather seat with Yuta sitting between your legs.

“Not yet,” he said, taking your panties off handily. “Wanna taste you.”

If you were on a proper bed, he would lie down on his stomach easily, but the back seat of the car was too small for that. He knew it wasn’t the most appropriate place for mating, but he just couldn’t wait another 25-30 minutes until you were back in the city. It didn’t matter if the position wasn’t ideal; he had to taste you now. 

“Y-yuta?! Wha—” you yelped when your hips were raised by his strong hands, leaving only your upper back, neck, and head resting on the seat. 

He hovered over you and pulled your hips closer to his face, placing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them with no hesitation. 

“FUCK! Yuta– Aaaah!” your hands reached for his head and pulled his hair. “W-wait!”

You said I could.

He hummed, sending vibrations through your body as he made out with your pussy.

“I did but–” your legs kicked the roof of the car as a reflex when he sucked on your clit. “B-but not like t-this…”

Why not?

You’re fucking delicious.

And you’re all mine.

“This p-position is…Oh! It’s too embarrassing…” you whined. Your uniform was wrinkled around your waist, tits and pussy exposed as he bent you in such a scandalous and vulnerable way. 

Don’t be embarrassed.

Never with me.

You’re perfect.

Yuta’s tongue circled your entrance slowly and your hands went from his hair to your reddened face, trying to cover your flustered expression.

What’s wrong?

The tip of his tongue slid in. You whined.

Doesn’t it feel good?

He went in deeper, rolling his eyes at the way your walls contracted against the wet muscle.

“Ah!” you squirmed, but he held you firmly, fucking you with his tongue.

Tell me, beautiful.

I need to know

He knew damn well it felt good, especially with the way his nose was rubbing your clit. You wished you could be mad at him, but then one of his hands left your hips to look for your breasts, grabbing and massaging.

Do you like it?

“Fuck! I- I love it ah– aaahh!” you moaned and your hands went back to his head when he started licking your clit again.

Me too. 

I fucking love everything about you.

“Yuta, oh g-god…” you panted and your eyes rolled back when his tongue circled your clit.

Wanted to do this for so long.

Since the first time I saw you.

Wanted to eat you out on the table I was handcuffed to at the station. 

Didn’t care if everyone saw.

You just smelled so good I knew you would taste like heaven.

“I’m g-gonna cum—fuck, Yuta I– Ah! Oooh!” your legs started shaking around his head.

Cum for me, beautiful.

You tensed in his arms and the tip of his tongue flicked your clit torturously fast, bringing you to another orgasm. You moaned embarrassingly loud and pushed his head closer to your center, much to his delight. His arms circled your hips and secured you in your place as he drank your release, only letting go when you became a trembling mess. 

“Does your neck hurt?” Yuta’s voice asked, raspier than usual, taking you out of your post-release bliss. 

“It will surely hurt tomorrow,” you complained weakly. 

“Sorry, Y/N. I’ll give you a massage later,” he promised. “I just couldn’t find a better way…”

“Didn’t think of 69ing?” You asked tiredly.

“Oh,” Yuta hesitated for a moment and then laughed. “No, I didn’t think about it. That would have been good too…”

You snorted. His brain really was consumed by his rut. It was better to take him home soon. The sky was already dark so it was probably getting late. “How about we get back now–Yuta!” you gasped when you felt his hardened member gliding against your sensitive pussy lips lazily. 

“Once. Let me knot you just once and we can go,” he answered, pressing his hips against yours. But he used all his remaining self-control to halt his movements and look into your eyes. “Unless you really don’t want this…”

 When you first found out he had given you serum of truth you were angry, but the more you thought about it, the more fair it seemed. You had access to his thoughts all the time. You knew his real feelings and intentions but refused to communicate honestly. He had been at a disadvantage the entire time, being so open about everything but never getting a single word out of you. Now you couldn’t lie to him. And that was fine. You didn’t want to. If anything it felt relieving to say everything you thought finally.

“I want it,” you said. “I want you.”

Yuta gulped. “Yeah? You sure?”

You reached for his shirt and helped him take it off before you lay back on your back. Your hands wandered over his body, caressing his defined chest and abs, and your fingers traced the outline of a butterfly tattoo on his stomach. His eyes were trained in your hands touching all of him, and he didn’t notice when you lifted your hips slightly, pressing your crotch against his aching cock and he let out a shaky moan, his body bending forward and caging you on the seat. 

“I’m sure,” you said, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

 He kissed you back eagerly, licking and nibbling your lips until the burning sensation of his cock entering you made you gasp. He looked into your eyes as he went deeper. When he finally was all the way in his eyebrows furrowed and he hid his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark he had left earlier. For a moment he wasn’t able to speak, panting heavily and shaking, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling.

Fuck…

So tight…

This is so…

I’ve never felt…

…Y/N.

His thoughts were a mess and all that left his mouth as he thrust into you were soft moans. 

“I’m s-so full…” you whispered, lost in the sensation of Yuta stretching you over and over. 

Your voice seemed to bring enough strength to him to use his voice. “Yeah?” he grunted, pulling out until only the tip remained inside and then ramming into you harshly, rolling his eyes back and basking in your moans. “I’ll keep you full, beautiful.”

Your head was swimming. All you could do was nod and moan in response to his hips speeding up. He felt so hard and hot inside of you. You may have said that out loud. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed right now.

“D-don’t stop,” you begged him.

He kisses your lips softly before sitting up, holding your hips in his hands. “Wasn’t planning to…” he sighed and slammed back into you, his movements becoming so forceful that the car was shaking, and anyone who saw it from the outside would know what was happening immediately. 

I’m not gonna last… Fuck.

“Yuta, I’m c-close too…so close,” you whispered. “Just a little bit more.”

 Yuta’s fingers dig into the skin of your hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he can. For a minute you feel him deep inside of you you couldn't breathe and then there was something bigger trying to push in and stretch you even more. “Aaah! AH! YUTA!”

“You’re taking it so well, Y/N,” he said firmly although his voice was a bit shaky. “My knot is almost in.”

“It’s even bigger…,” you mumbled nervously. “Maybe it won’t fit.”

Yuta kissed your lips. And one of his hands found your clit. “It will fit. We are mates. Our bodies are meant to fit perfectly.”

He massaged your clit and kissed you, and once he noticed you were not as tense as before, he pushed his knot inside right in time for the endless spurts of cum that came out of his cock, pressing insistently against your most sensitive area and making you feel even fuller. 

“FUCK! OH, FUCK Y/N! Aaahh… shit oh!” he moaned, never stopping his hips movements.

Yuta’s hand still hadn’t left your clit, determined to get one more orgasm out of you. He used his thumb to rub the sensitive nub in fast circles that soon had you trembling.

“Yuta— Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod…ah…AH! Ooooh fuck, fuck, Aah!!” 

Your body trembled, trapped by the werewolf’s skilled hands as he caressed your hair and kissed your face, giving you the sweetest compliments to help you come back to reality.

Somehow, Yuta managed to be back on his back with you laying on top of him. He kissed your forehead and caressed your body.

Both of you fell into a comfortable silence again. When you heard Yuta let out a breathless laugh you were going to ask him what he was thinking about, but you could hear it very well.

When I said ‘fuck the police’…

I didn’t think I would do it literally.

You hit his arm. “Yuta!”

And in a patrol car of all places hahah

His laugh became contagious and soon both of you were laughing out loud. 

When you both calmed down you spoke again.

“When your knot deflates we’ll go back to the city, okay?”

“Mhmm, thank you for coming for me, Y/N…”

“How did you know I would come?”

“I didn’t… but I hoped you would.”

You hummed and caressed his chest.

“What are you thinking about,” He suddenly asked. It was his turn to be curious.

“Just… about everything. This really wasn’t in my plans, but maybe it’s not a bad idea to change my life plan.”

“You don’t have to change anything,” he said. “You want stability, romanticism, domestic life with your partner… I can give you that.”

“Can you?” you asked hopefully, but not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

“Of course. I am economically and emotionally stable, all the dates I’ve planned for us were romantic because I am a romantic myself, and I imagine a domestic life with you in which we both help out in the house or I become your house-husband while you catch the bad guys. Whichever you prefer.”

You giggled “So the werewolf in the leather jacket has a soft spot.”

He snorted. “Shut up! I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Just wait and see, Officer L/N”

[ncityprincess]

how yuta would be as a boyfriend

The series continues 🤭 check out the other members in my masterlist!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

-like i said, he is totally a gomez addams type of lover

-and based on astrology, we know scorpios are passionate and intense af

-so best believe this man is going to do any and everything to get you

-he’s not gonna just date anybody

-he has to be completely and utterly consumed by the person he is with

-a once in a lifetime connection

-he would be all about you. mind, body and soul

-he wouldn’t just like you, he would be infatuated by you and borderline obsessed

-without even having a single conversation with you

-he just observes you, and immediately knows he has to have you

-one day, jaehyun invites his girlfriend and her best friend (you) over to an infamous 127 Karaoke Extravaganza

-and immediately yuta knows within the first five minutes of meeting you that he’s gonna make you his

-after hanging out for a few weeks and getting to know you more he takes you off the market so that no one else can have you

-finders keepers losers weepers <3

-he’s not gonna bullshit you

-what you see is what you get

-he’s not going to waste your time or his

-that’s why he wastes no time in making it official

-but anywho, yuta is super attentive and caring as a boyfriend

-you can literally turn your brain off when you’re around him

-he’s going to be your eyes and ears for you

-and yuta already has that “don’t fuck with me” aura about him

-so you will always feel safe and secure around him

-but more than that

-he just makes you feel seen and beautiful

-you never have to question where he stands with you

-will proudly show you off to everyone in his life

-everyone within an 10 mile radius will know you’re with him

-holds your hand, or waist, or the small of your back wherever you go

-and it makes you feel super girly and loved

-now I know we all may automatically think he’d be super possessive over you

-especially if other men try to hit on you

-but for some reason a small part of me thinks he would get an ego boost when other dudes gawk at you

-it gives him a rush of pride, knowing that he has what everyone wants

-he knows you’re fine as shit, and other people should know it too

-but if they get disrespectful with it, things can turn ugly real mf quick so watch out!

-loves to surprise you with outfits for date night

-he has a really good eye for fashion and knows what flatters your body surprisingly well

- he’s alwayssss thinking about you

-what he can do for you, how he can make you happy, what do you need

-he will do things like put gas in your car the night before you leave for work

-clean your room so that you can focus on studying for a test

-draw you a bubble bath and give you a thorough body massage when you tell him you had a rough day

-he can tell what kind of mood you’re in with just one look at you

-he has studied you inside and out

-and secretly hopes that you do the same for him 🥲

-he has a service mindset

-that definitely translates in and out the bedroom ;)

[10byten]

Soft Spot for u

- When you started college, one of the student associations assigned you a senior mentor. Back then, you never thought you'd still be friends with him as you enter your final year, while he’s already long graduated. Even less that he’d be the guy of your dreams—the one who makes your heart race. -

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You’ve never been much of a party girl. Well, not in the “nightlife scene” kind of way. But a night owl ? That’s totally you. Staying up late doing all the things the daytime doesn’t allow ? That’s your jam. Especially when you’re spending those nights with him.

Since your freshman year, Yuta has been your go-to for late-night hangs: studying, laughing, bickering, drinking, and dancing. You quickly adapted to his vibe - even though, unlike you, he thrives in the nightlife. He loves hopping from on-campus parties to the city’s best clubs. For Yuta, you’d adjust to anything. Normally, you’re not big on people or physical contact, but with him, it’s different.

The first time he asked you to join him at a party, you tagged along, thinking, Why not? At least I’ll have a story to tell. You didn’t like dancing in public—the stares, the unwanted touches—but his touch? That was different. Before long, you were showing up to every party he invited you to, becoming a campus party regular.

Little did they know, you hated parties. You only went for him. For those moments on the dancefloor when his hands rested protectively on your hips, silently warning other guys to back off. It drove you crazy that it felt more big brotherly than anything else. But when you danced together, something shifted. He wasn’t being protective—just… present.

You’ve always wanted to make a move, but the fear of losing him held you back. If he hadn’t made the first move, it probably meant your feelings weren’t mutual. Right? But honestly, just being by his side was better than being with anyone else.

Yuta changed you—not just in how you see relationships, but in how you see life. He was more than a mentor for academics; he pulled you out of your comfort zone and into a brighter, more open world.

Waiting for him to pick you up tonight, you’re lost in thought, touching up your makeup as Keshi’s Soft Spot plays in the background. Your phone buzzes.

Yuta: Be there in 2 mins, love.

You grin, his name lighting up your screen. Gosh, this man owns my heart.

When you hop on his bike, he whistles, eyes raking over your silver sequin dress.

“You planning to set the campus on fire tonight? I don’t remember telling you to outshine me, little miss.”

“No one’s hotter than you, Yuta.” You flirt back, the way you always do when he compliments you. It gives you butterflies every time.

He smirks, giving you a playful smack on the thigh. “Flattery’ll get you far, baby. Keep it up.”

At the party, Yuta, as usual, commands attention. Walking in with him feels like entering as a rockstar’s date—his magnetic aura turning every head. You join his friends—Johnny, Taeyong, Doyoung—who’ve already lined up shots.

Johnny hands you a suspiciously colorful concoction. You sniff it. “Johnny, is this safe? Because I really don’t want to start the semester in the ER.”

Everyone laughs, and Taeyong teases, “Sometimes I forget you’re still in school. Those were the days…”

Shots clink, faces grimace, and the party kicks off. But soon, the buzz, the chaos, and the alcohol start working their magic on your senses. All you want is to dance—with him.

The noise, the games, the music, the chaos of people chatting and singing along, all the stuff happening around you, mixed with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, has your senses on high alert. And now, you only want one thing—to dance with him. You’ve shared him with the crowd long enough, and now it’s your turn. Just you and him, in your world, even if it’s just for a bit.

You leave Jungwoo and Kai behind, still going at that ridiculous card game where every rule somehow ends in "take a sip." It’s funny as hell, you can admit that, but nah—right now, you need him. It’s all you can think about.

You find him at the bar, mid-conversation. You head toward him, sitting by the counter, your mind racing with one single thought: you wanna throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. His legs are spread like he’s waiting just for you, a couple of messy strands of hair falling into his eyes, and his half-unbuttoned shirt teasing you with a glimpse of that stunning belly piercing and a peek at his tattoo.

You stop in front of him, hesitating for a second. He’s still chatting with Taeyong but doesn’t miss a beat, sliding an arm around your waist like, yeah, I know you’re here. That little gesture? making you go crazy, and without a second thought, grab his wrist and pull him to the dancefloor. Pressed against him, your bodies move in sync, his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck. Butterflies? More like fireworks. 

He’s totally getting with your vibe, moving with you like he’s reading your mind. When you turn around, you catch that huge smile lighting up his face—and wow, it’s the kind of smile that hits you right in the gut. He’s loving this moment, and it’s setting off a full-on butterfly storm in your stomach.

You kinda wish his smile wasn’t this attractive, this unfairly cute, this stupidly sexy. Because all you can think about is kissing him senseless. Like, right now.

You keep getting closer, grinding up against him more, and for some reason tonight, you’re feeling extra bold. You slide your fingers into his, guiding his hand to trace your curves in a way that’s definitely more suggestive than usual. Yuta doesn’t just go along with it—he’s into it. His response is all green lights, like his body is totally in tune with yours, wanting this as much as you do.

You feel his breath on your neck as you press your back against his chest, and yeah, it’s short. Is he... out of breath because of you? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and without even thinking, you push your hips back against him, swaying like it’s second nature.

And then you feel it—him. Hard. For you.

That’s the last green light you need. You turn, locking eyes, fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him, pouring years of longing into it. He kisses back—hungry, desperate.

Next thing you know, you’re in a dimly lit laundry room, pinned against the door as his lips crash back onto yours. His hands are everywhere, his voice dripping with desire.

He kisses you again, and this time it’s pure, raw desire. Like, where the hell has he been hiding all this? Not that it matters—you’re practically melting in his hands. Your skin’s on fire, and it feels like your blood is boiling. He’s gonna make you explode, like you’re some freaking nuclear reactor on the verge of meltdown.

The only way you can even begin to handle this insane craving is by biting his bottom lip, cutting the kiss short. He pulls back just enough to look at you, and there’s this spark in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

“I didn’t know you had this bad girl side,” he says, smirking. “You’ve always been my sweet, innocent Y/n.”

“Not that innocent I guess, if only you knew about my dirty secret.” 

“Hmm tell me more baby” you smile hearing the petname he gave you, you love it soo much. 

“I touch myself so many times, soaking my panties, just thinking ‘bout you” 

He groan “You didn’t.” 

“I can’t even count how many times since I know you, you’re my favorite fantasm.” You say a lil bit shyly. 

He looks into your eyes, a proud smile on his face. “Then allow me to make the fantasy come true.”  He takes hold of your dress, so small that it doesn't take much effort for him to expose your already soaked thong. He slides two fingers over your pussy to caress you through the fabric.

“You’ve been holding out on me, huh?” he growls, fingers brushing against the lace of your underwear.

“Only for you, daddy,” you whisper, testing the nickname that’s been on your mind for way too long.

He freezes, then smirks. “Gosh, you’re gonna drive me insane.”

You've never been so willing in your life. You only dream of one thing: his tongue on you and IN you. He lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder to get better access. You feel his breath on your inner thigh and you moan at the sensation alone. 

“Oh god.” He look at you, from the bottom and smirk “You can call me Yuta.” And with those words he wraps your whole soaking pussy in his mouth. First he eats you through the fabric of your thong. Then, using his fingers, he shifts it to the side. He flicks his tongue up and down your folds and then concentrates on your clitoris, sucking gently. The stimulation sends you into heaven, you feel as if you've left this earth. And then he starts playing at your entrance with one of his fingers, looking at you “Want me to get inside baby girl?”

“Yes, please, yes !”

 “Your wish is my command.”

He takes hold of your clit again, nibbling lightly, then gently and deliciously slides a finger into your pussy, soon adding a second, which you welcome as a blessing. You try to be as quiet as possible, but your little cries and sobs excite Yuta even more. He picks up the pace and eats you up like he's starving, tasting you like you’re his last meal, you’re trembling. Soon you feel your orgasm coming on and you press down on Yuta's shoulder as if to let him know you're about to burst. He smiles, "Let it go baby, I'm here for you.” You feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had in your life rushing through you. And this time you can't help yourself, you moan his name out loud and pray that no one else walks by at the same time. He stands up and sucks on each of his two fingers in front of you. Then he slides his tongue back into your mouth. 

“I think you can still feel yourself on my tongue, so much that I've sucked you in.” You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting more, but Yuta slows the pace. “Maybe we should slip away before we're noticed.

You slip out quietly, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. On the way back, you’re still all sensitive from the way he completely wrecked you earlier. When Yuta pulls up in front of your dorm, he looks a little more hesitant than before. Still, you invite him to come up with you for a bit.

As you close the door to your apartment, you see him sitting on the couch, his hands covering his face like he’s deep in thought. But you don’t stop to overthink it—he’s already given you too much tonight for you to back down now. You climb onto his lap and kiss him, slow and intense. He kisses you back but suddenly pulls away.

“Wait,” he says, looking at you seriously. “I need to understand what’s happening here. Like, what are we doing right now?”

You stare at him, confused. “Do you want a diagram or something?”

“No, I mean, seriously. Isn’t this, like, a bad idea? I’m older than you, and you’re totally wasted. I am too, actually.”

“So what?”

“So yeah, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’ll probably regret it tomorrow. I don’t want to mess things up between us. You mean a lot to me and—”

You cut him off with a dramatic wave, making it clear he needs to stop talking immediately. “This is unreal. Stop seeing me as the clueless first-year kid who doesn’t know anything and needs a protector. Yuta, I don’t want a protector—I want you.”

He just stares at you, speechless.

“I got a soft spot for you, from the very beginning,” you continue, your voice shaking with the weight of the truth. “And honestly, I’ve been hoping every single day since we met that one day you’d wake up and feel the same. But you’ve always had this big brother vibe, and God, it’s been killing me, because I love your attention, I love how affectionate you are, and how you’re always there for me. But Yuta, I want so much more than that. I never said anything because I didn’t want to scare you off or ruin what we have. But seriously, I’ve been into you since day one. So please, stop being my bro—be my lover. Tonight, I felt like it was now or never. There was this moment, this chance, and hell, it’s my last year. I want to leave this university finally dating the guy I’ve been crushing on since freshman year. So if you’re not into it, just say it, but please stop looking at me like I’m some little kid and start seeing the woman I could be by your side.”

Yuta’s lips crash onto yours, giving you the single greatest kiss of your life.

“So you’ve been this into me for all this time, and you never said a word?” he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yuta, please. I’m not exactly the most social person, but I’ve spent practically all my time with you. I hate parties, yet I’ve been at them every week since I met you. I HATE octopus, but I learned how to make Takoyaki like a pro. I think Naruto is the most boring anime ever, but I binged every damn season. Why do you think I did all that? For who?” you shoot back, exasperated.

“Uh… sorry?” he mutters sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize. Honestly, I love most of those things now because they remind me of you, or they’re just so you. I don’t force myself. If it means spending time with you, it’s always worth it in the end.”

He smiles at you, soft and affectionate.

“I’ll admit, I’ve thought about this a lot over the years too,” he says quietly. “But the age gap always felt like too much. And I had this mentor role, you know? I didn’t want to look like some creepy older guy. More than that, I didn’t want to lose you or ruin what we have.”

Your heart pounds at his words. So he doesn’t see you as some desperate little kid, and, more importantly, the guy of your dreams feels the same way about you.

“Can you say it out loud, though? Just once?” you tease him.

“I got a soft spot for you, Y/n.”

“No, no, no, you can do better than that.”

He chuckles, running his tongue along his cheek, clearly amused but knowing you’re not letting this go.

“I got a big crush on you.”

Your smile stretches ear to ear, and you crash your lips against his again. He responds instantly, sliding his tongue against yours, his hands moving to your hips as he pulls you closer. Then, without breaking the kiss, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to your room, laying you gently on the bed.He trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck, and a soft moan escapes your lips. He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “If you play your cards right tonight, sweetheart, you just might get me to admit I maybe am in love with you by the end of it.”

[hyunsuksswife]

[yeoosaangg]

៹ NO FRIENDSHIP || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 27

➛ PAIRING:: NAKAMOTO YUTA × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: NO FRIENDSHIP — DANIEL DI ANGELO

⤷ ❝DON'T WANNA MESS THIS UP, THERE'S TOO MUCH ON THE LINE.❞

➛ GENRE:: BESTFRIEND!YUTA, COLLEGE!AU, FWB, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: THIGH FUCKING, CHOKING, MARKING, QUICK SEX

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You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[ddmmyuta]

Can I request a Yuta Nakamoto best friend smut? With female reader...

-🫣anon

I like your hands…

yuta x afab reader

warnings (wtf are you doing on smut tumblr as a minor?): smut, friends turned situationship, more smut, hand kink…

it was finally the weekend after a week that felt like a month! you needed to chill, take a breath, get some needed sleep, meditate… but that wasn’t going to happen, for you were going to a concert that evening. not that you minded… you were going to watch your best friend Yuta perform live, something you have always wanted to witness. but before that you had to do grown-up stuff… like shower and make yourself food and go get groceries… ugh!

just as you were about to exit your apartment to go get some groceries, your phone rings in your bag. it’s Yuta (your bestie) asking if you wanted to go for a quick brunch (that sounded so millennial I’m sorry). you agreed after being hesitant… you wondered where he got the time since he was literally performing that evening to thousands of people. you quickly pack the rest of your bag and sprint to the cafe he said to meet up at.

the cafe was fancy to say the least. you walked through the cafe doors and saw Yuta sitting in the middle of the room, already drinking a coffee. he doesn’t notice you until you’re right next to him. he quickly stands and gives you a hug ‘hi y/n, how have you been?’ he asks, pulling your seat out for you to sit. ‘I’ve been good… busy but good.’ you reply, settling your bag to the side. ‘shouldn’t you be preparing for a crowd of thousands at the moment’ you ask, looking into his eyes. damn, his eyes are really pretty now that you’re actually noticing and his hair compliments his skin tone a little too much to your liking. ‘We have a few hours before the concert and I knew you were coming to watch… thought we could chat a bit since we’ve both been busy and out of touch’ he says, grabbing your hand that was on the table and holding it. His hands are… fucking beautiful to say the least. it’s like Aphrodite sculpted every vein and crease on his hands, wrists… wow. ‘Would you like to order something?’ Yuta asks as the waiter is standing next to you… you must’ve gotten lost in a trance while looking at Yuta’s hands… you were weak!

after your meeting, Yuta walked with you back to your car, a awkward silence filled the air. ‘y/n, is there anything you’re insecure about?’ he asks, not in a offensive way, he was genuinely curious. ‘I don’t know, I think I’m insecure about everything and nothing at the same time. some days I feel pretty and other days I feel like dog shit’ you answer, Yuta looking at you confused. ‘Is there anything you’re insecure about?’ you ask in return. he takes a while to get to something that makes him feel insecure… ‘I don’t like my hands that much.’ you are shocked to say the least… ‘why, your hands are so pretty?’ you ask, a reprimanding tone in your voice. ‘I don’t know, I just wouldn’t list it as something that makes me attractive.’ he replies, you still shocked by his statement. you finally reach your car as Yuta greets you. ‘I should go get ready for tonight’s concert…’ you say, Yuta turning away and walking. ‘oh… and I like your hands…’ you say to him across the parking lot. you didn’t see it but he smiled and blushed so hard he could barely keep a straight face.

you arrive at the stadium for the concert, lines waiting for their tickets to get scanned. it was packed and you knew it was going to be a suffocating environment, however that didn’t matter for you were supporting your BEST FRIEND (which you told yourself constantly after your encounter at the cafe that morning). the show starts, people screaming and shouting, lights flashing… it was incredibly entertaining and somewhat nostalgic. the other members were amazing but your eyes were focused on Yuta… a little too much honestly. you started wondering mid concert if you were falling hard for the dude who lies like it’s a language and calls you bro as if it’s your first name. to be honest you tuned out so hard that before you knew it, the concert ended. people were leaving and the seats next to you were empty as you were just standing there lifelessly in a state of thought. you snapped back to reality shortly, got your things and went to go greet the guys backstage.

as you entered the backstage area you saw the other members either cooling off, eating or chatting with one another or other fans with a backstage pass, but you couldn’t see Yuta. you figured he was tired and probably wanted to be alone, so you greeted some of the guys but eventually left soon after. as you were heading for the exit of the backstage area, Yuta runs after you. ‘y/n where are you going?’ he asks slightly out of breath from running and performing for like… 2-ish hours. ‘I didn’t see you backstage so I thought you were tired or getting dressed…’ in that moment as you looked at him you realized he was shirtless. ‘I’m sorry, I wanted to change quickly before I saw you, I look all sweaty…’ he says shyly, and you won’t lie you would lick that sweat anytime! ‘I was wondering if you’d like a drink? Tea?’ he asked, gesturing to go to his dressing room. You couldn’t say no cause he looked all sexy with sweat dripping down his neck and he still smelled like an angel and his hair was all messy and his tattoos look all pretty and his belly button piercing was shining and his… you were WEAK!

as you entered his dressing room, you realized you were the only ones in there. he closed the door behind you and showed you to the couch in the room, which was conveniently facing the mirror. ‘so what do you want to drink?’ Yuta asks, walking across the room to the small fridge in the corner. ‘I have beer, whiskey, vodka, wine…’ he says, rummaging through the little fridge. ‘tea or a glass of water would be nice…’ you reply, Yuta laughing at your response. ‘you’re really boring.’ he says, pouring himself some whiskey and putting the kettle on for your tea. ‘I have to drive home…’ you reminded him. he sits down next to you on the couch, handing you your tea. ‘thanks for supporting me tonight, I really appreciate it.’ he thanks you, turning himself slightly to face you. ‘not as much as the fans appreciated it though…’ you say, gesturing to his still naked torso. ‘oh sorry… am I making you uncomfortable?’ he asks sarcastically, placing his hands on his chest to cover himself up. you once again notice his hands and how attractive every vein running down his arms are. he notices you staring, the air becomes thick and you completely zone out. subconsciously you both move closer to one another, both of you trying to keep focus but you just end up saying weird shit to one another and without even thinking you’re on his lap.

your lips are centimeters apart, foreheads touching and your heavy, nervous breathing seals the deal. his lips meet yours as his hand travels up your neck to your hair and grips tightly, your hands cupping the sides of his face and his other hand making it’s way under your underwear. ‘we should stop…’ you say breathlessly in an attempt to potentially save your friendship. ‘no we don’t…’ Yuta replies kissing you harder than before, his tongue intertwining with yours (and your friendship leaving the door). he flips you over so that he is hovering over you on the couch, his hands lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the ground. your bare torso feels the cold sensation of his rings as his hands roam your body, snaking down to your pants. he quickly removes your pants and throws them to the side, his hands moving towards your core. you look up to see yourself naked in the reflection of the mirror, seeing only Yuta’s back and head. he moves down to your heat, his head between your thighs and all you can see is the filthy reflection of you two in the mirror. he starts eating you out, making it impossible to keep quiet. ‘let them hear you…’ he says, moving his fingers toward your entrance and entering two fingers. his tongue licking your clit and his fingers moving in and out of you got you in a trance. ‘Yuta, I’m close…’ you say heavily, earning a grin from him. ‘cum around these pretty fingers you like so much…’ he says, pushing in and out of you faster until your cumming and squirting all over his hands and face. ‘such a good girl…’ he says, wiping his face with his dry hand.

you hear his belt unbuckle, his pants falling slowly to the floor. you feel embarrassed all naked like this, especially in front of your (former) best friend. ‘fuck, you’re beautiful…’ he says, finally removing his underwear to reveal his dick. even his dick was pretty, you don’t know how someone can be this attractive. just looking at his bare body, hooded eyes, tattoos and piercings could feed your fantasies and make you cum. ‘you look so cute naked… we might have to do this more often so I could see how cute you can get’ he says, teasing your entrance with his dick. ‘stop teasing me, please…’ you manage to whimper. ‘what do you want me to do then?’ he asks devilishly, removing himself from your entrance. ‘I want you to fuck me…’ and before you could end the sentence, he was fucking you hard. the sounds echoing in the room as his dick slams in and out of you, you’re heavy panting adding to the atmosphere. his left hand moving to your neck, slightly choking you. the sensation arousing you even further, it made you smile even. his right holds your one thigh, pushing it against your body as he moves even faster than before… you were going insane. your toes were curling from the pleasure, you knew you weren’t gonna last any longer and neither was he. ‘I’m gonna cum…’ you moan softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second after he was looking at your body the entire time. ‘cum for me…’ he pants in your ear, his abdominal muscles contracting with every thrust. ‘fuck you feel so good…’ Yuta says, earning a grin from you. before you could even think of anything else to say, you reached your high again. cum pouring out of you, your body shaking from what just happened. Yuta slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip down onto the couch, the sight making him want more.

before you could gather your senses he flipped you over once again so that you were straddling him. he looked into your eyes as you were hovering over him, his lips meeting yours again. he moves his lips to your neck, then to your chest as he leaves marks all over your body. ‘turn around’ he says, signaling for you to turn around so that you were facing the mirror on top of him. you quickly face the other way, now looking at yourself in the mirror and Yuta’s hands crawling along the sides of your body, one moving to your neck, the other moving to your clit. he starts circling your clit while kissing your neck from the back, him looking at your sensual reflection as well. the moans coming from you filled the room (and the hallway) as his hand moved faster around your clit. you were close to climaxing but before you could Yuta removes his hand and places it on your thigh. he lifts you slightly over his dick and he starts thrusting into you from below, your body automatically syncing up with his thrusts. the sight of you bouncing on his dick made him feel a certain way, and him knowing you’re seeing yourself all ruined like this made him even more turned on. ‘look at how pretty you are, fucked raw…’ he whispers into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘I want you to see how cute you look when my cum leaks out of you…’ he says thrusting even harder as if it was even possible. the hand that was on your neck moved to your breast, teasing your nipple as you were so close to cumming for the third time that evening. ‘Yuta I can’t…’ you say breathlessly, you can’t hold it in anymore. you were reaching your high for the third time but Yuta didn’t stop thrusting in and out of you until you were a cumming, squirting mess. his dick hitting you so deep it felt like you were gonna break. when he finally pulls out of you, he takes your jaw in his hand and he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror. he forced you to look at your fucked out face, shaking body, heaving chest and the cum running down your thighs. he gently lifts you up and places you down on the (not cum smeared part) couch. ‘see this is what happens when you compliment me!’ he says, giving you a kiss to the forehead. he went to the bathroom to go clean up and you were understandably confused and shocked. you gather your clothes that were on the floor and you quickly put them on. you look at the cup of tea on the table and you feel sorry for everything it just witnessed.

‘I should get going.’ you say as Yuta comes out of the bathroom. ‘Hey, wait…’ Yuta says, trying to stop you from leaving. ‘What?’ you ask, kinda confused and rattled by everything that just happened. you were expecting Yuta to end the friendship. you thought he wanted to cut all ties with you now that things were awkward as fuck. Yuta looked into your eyes and he asks you… ‘I was wondering… there is a new Sanrio store that opened and I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out with me?’

thanks for reading… I absolutely loved this request, we need more people like anon who asks and requests what society needs! this is inspired by my love for Yuta’s hands cause when I see them hands I started barking like a damn dog!

[kpopcafeeee]

Wanna make a movie?-yuta

Pairing: photographer! Yuta nakamoto x fem! Reader

Warnings: photographer boyfriend Yuta!, Smut, filming sex, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it people!), after care kink, choking, hair pulling, begging, degration, head giving ( m receiving)

Summary: you and your boyfriend Yuta were gonna just chill and watch your favorite movies and fall Asleep you thought but he had other plans….

A/N: so i will post stories they might be short but hey it’s the thought that counts and send some juicy JUCIY requests and please don’t be shy about it and that’s and I hope y’all enjoy it . Also y/n doesn’t get no prep just straight up DICK.

Enjoy :)

You we’re waiting on your boyfriend to get back from work cause he promised you guys would watch a movie and just chill. And when he arrives he has a camera and not just a regular camera that you take pictures with its was a camcorder. He usually didn’t bring his equipment home with him unless he had to work on a project that he could finish at the office. So when he brought home his camcorder it was surprising and confusing. “Hey baby” he said while giving you the most perfect smile along with a kiss on the cheek, “hey, what took you so long?” While stepping aside to let him in the house. “I was only 3 minutes late baby don’t worry I just had to talk to my boss about some things” he says in the a smooth tone while taking your hand and walking you into your shared bedroom.

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie together?” You said while he sat you down no the bed and pulled his camcorder out and placed it infront of you guys bed. “we are the movie” he said while turning back to you with a mischievous smile on his face “w-what do you mean?” You said confused. “I’m going to film us having sex baby, but if you don’t want to we can always just lay down and watch a actual movie and forget the whole thing” he said looking at you with concern tone.

Honestly the whole thing was arousing and you wanted too. “Let’s do it” you confidently he was shocked for a second. He didn’t think you would actually wanna do it. He thought you would simply say no and shut down his fantasies and never talk about it again. “Is it record-“ you ask but before you could get the full thing out Yuta pounced on you and bringing you in with a rough kiss. teeth clashing together in the process.

He then stands up off the bed with a smirk and walks to the camera and grabbed it. He then went back to the bed but this time sitting at the edge of the bed. “Come here” he says with a dominant tone. You then got of the bed and walked infront of him. “yes?” You said curious about what he was going to do “kneel for me baby” he said with the camera facing down to his pants and his growing erection.

You do what he says and starts to unzip his pants. You pull down his pants and briefs all together. His cock springs up with a red tip with precum leaking from his tip, your mouth watering ready to take anything he gave you right then and there. You start kissing his tip, hissing at the contact “s-stop teasing baby girl” he said grabbing your hair into a ponytail while lining your face to his cock “open wide pretty” he said with a mischievous smirk. You open your mouth and not even a second later he shoved his cock in your mouth, he then lets you adjust and starts at a slow pace “s-shit” he says and lets out the most beautiful groan you ever heard. He starts speeding up his pace and bucks his hips into your mouth and you hold onto his legs for dear life, all while the camera is still focused on you taking his cock into your mouth like a pro. You look up at him with teary eyes as he starts to go at a humane pace “f-fuck baby you look so cute with my cock in your mouth” he says while groaning at how your gaging around him. You then tap his signaling that you needed to take a breath for some time. So he lets go of your head and you pull off his cock and look up at him in is eyes “I want you to cum in me” you say with a whimper. “F-fuck baby whenever you look me like that I’ll do anything” he said while flipping your positions to you on the bed and him on top of you with a camera facing you.

He then starts to rip off each piece of clothing on your body like a madman. Leaving you in your bra and your soaked painties. He then pulled your bra down to let your tits out and let’s the camera have a look like someone was watching live, he then starts licking one of your tits teeth grazing it as he sucks “I love your tits so much” he says between your breast.

He then stops and rips your panties off of your body, “YUTA!” You say shocked, “calm down baby I’ll buy you another pair” he says with a wink. He then went back to ruining you. He went down on you with the camera in his hand, he wanted it to get a good view of your pretty cunt before he ruins you. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He says while moving his thumb up and down your slit “y-you” you say in a unsteadily breathing “who baby?” He said looking up at you, when you don’t answer he slaps your cunt asks you again “who does this pussy belong to slut?” He says with seriousness in his eyes and lust “y-you yuta!” You say eyes rolling to the back of your head. Instead of preparing you for his cock he slams his cock into knocking the wind out of you, not Long after he starts moving his hip into your hips “f-fuck so tight for me baby” he says while putting his face in your neck to leave marks on you to let people who you belong to.

You moan so loud at all your most sensitive parts being pleasured that your sure the neighbors probably heard you and thought you being murdered. Springs of curses come from under his breath “f-fuck baby it’s like your pussy was made to take my dick” he says sucking on your sensitive spot.

“F-fuck Yuta!” You moaned your 1st orgasm coming out of you. Clenching around his dick while his lower admen was covered in your juices, “s-shit baby” he says as grunts come out of his mouth, he rides you through your high and cum during that and filling you to the brim with his cum.

(I was lazy and didn’t want to right all that rn sooo I’m sorry baby😢)

He then pulls out of you his cum spilling out of your cunt. You then Relax into the bed until you feel arms wrapping around carrying you bridal style into you and yutas bathroom. Putting you into the tub and then coming and sitting down behind with his phone in his hand “wanna watch a movie baby?” He says kissing the side of your cheek (face). You then laugh and agree and watch the movie on his phone. At least you got to watch a movie it’s a win win.

THE END

Sorry if it sucked ass and took a long time

By: kpopcafeeee

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I'm Gonna Love You Completely~~Yuta

I know I've been inactive for a really long time. Work and life became a lot and I was unmotivated to write. But, I finally had motivation and I finally finished this - I've been working on it on and off for almost 2 years. I hope you all love it as much as I love Yuta! Happy birthday to the man of my dreams.

Pairings: Warlock! Yuta x Witch! Reader

Genre: Supernatural, smut, fluff

Word count: 9,107

Warnings: Non-sexual voyeurism, fingering (female receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (don't do it kids!), cock warming for like a min, creampie, soft sex, it gets very sappy lol (i just love him so much)

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“Who is Yuta?” You asked your friend Mark, who was scrolling through his phone. He was lying across your couch, his feet hanging over the edge. He fit fine on your couch, but he chose to dangle his feet. 

“A friend of mine,” he answered plainly. Sometimes getting information out of him was impossible.

You rolled your eyes at his answer. “Is he in your coven?” 

He put his phone down and looked at you. You had now piqued his interest since you didn’t usually ask about his coven of warlocks. He had always been open to talking to you about it, but ever since you had dated a member of his coven, you had closed off any discussion of them. “Why do you want to know?” 

“Just answer me.” 

“Did you dream about him?” He smirked, knowing what kind of witch you were as he was the same as you. It’s why you you two were so close. You and Mark both had Astral powers; you had the ability to step outside of your bodies while you slept. You sometimes would meet people in your dreams that were connected to people you knew.

For some reason with Yuta, you were unable to communicate with him or properly see what he even looked like. That was never the case - you usually could always see the other person very clearly. But, Yuta was elusive to you; the only way you got his name was because you had followed Mark once in a dream without him knowing and heard him say it. 

You sighed, looking at your best friend. “Yes. But I don’t know what he looks like. Something is blocking me from seeing him. I can’t figure it out. I can see you, Jaehyun, Doyoung and Jungwoo very clearly, but Yuta? I have no idea who he is.” 

“How do you even know his name if you can’t see him?” He finally sat up and looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “Did you follow me to the Playhouse the other night?” The Playhouse was an elite nightclub and only those with extra features and powers were allowed in. Mark was friends with the owner, Taeyong, who was a warlock in his coven. Taeyong was a very powerful warlock, as he was the leader of Mark’s coven. He made sure that the Neo Coven didn’t get into trouble like other all-male covens tended to do. 

“Uh…” You knew you were in hot water now that Mark knew. He hated when you’d follow him without telling him. 

“Y/N, what did I tell you about doing that? I know I’m easy to follow since we’re the same, but it feels creepy!” 

“First of all, I hardly paid attention to you. Secondly, I only followed you because I wanted to know what the Playhouse was like, but I didn’t feel like going out when you asked me. Then I heard you say his name and all I could see was a dark figure.” You sat next to him, looking down at your feet. “I just want to know why I can’t see him.” 

“How did you even know it was him?” He asked. 

“It was the energy. It was the same as the one I would feel when I would dream about him.” 

Mark sighed. “He’s a Hypnotist; we’re basically locked out from them and they are locked out from us. Luckily for us, we can’t be hypnotized or seen by them in our dreams. Their powers don’t work on Astral witches and warlocks. You aren’t able to see him because he can’t be seen in the Astral world, only in the physical world. It’s amazing you can visit him at all.” 

You nodded at the man on your couch, taking in what he just told you. You had heard of Hypnotists before, the kind of witches or warlocks that could make people do all sorts of things for their benefit. “Why can’t we be hypnotized by them?” You asked him. Mark knew a little bit more about magic than you did. He came from a long line of witches and warlocks; you had just discovered your powers as your family kept it all under wraps. You hadn’t known you were a witch until you met Mark, he was the one who informed you of the type of witch you were and that there were others like you and others that had different types of traits. 

“Because we are in control of our subconscious. Since we can leave our physical bodies while asleep, hypnosis doesn’t work for us. It comes in handy; my ex was a Hypnotist and that was not fun.” He shivered thinking about the girl he once dated. There were multiple times that she tried to hypnotize him while he was asleep; none of those attempts were successful. You remembered that she was weird and you didn’t like her. He sat for a moment, thinking of his next words. “Why don’t you come to the Playhouse with me tomorrow night? Yuta will be there and you can see who he is. Sounds like he’s someone you have a pull to.” A pull. Something witches and warlocks have for one another when they are meant to be. 

You shook your head. You weren’t much of a club-goer; it really wasn’t your scene. You also had a bad feeling your ex would be there since you had seen him with Mark when you followed him. You really didn’t want to see him. “Will Johnny be there?” 

“He might.” 

“Then no. I could meet Yuta another way.” 

Mark rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, don’t you want to make Johnny jealous?” 

“Make a Telekinetic mad? Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Johnny, your handsome and charming ex-boyfriend, had Telekinesis and he used it to his advantage whenever he could. Usually, when he was mad he’d break something, shut off all the lights, or, if he really wanted to, inflict pain on others. Luckily, he wasn't a violent man and he was actually quite sweet, but he had a temper that could be scary if he was pushed. Making him jealous or mad would be the worst possible thing to do.

Mark thought about that for a moment. “Okay, maybe not. Taeyong wouldn’t be too happy if he broke something.” He stood up from your couch and looked at you more seriously. “I still think you should go and forget about Johnny. Do you have a pull to Yuta? Because if you do, the best way to find out is by seeing him.” 

“How should I know if I have a pull to him? You’re the one who knows these things!” You remarked, just wanting to understand what exactly was going on. If you really did have a pull to Yuta, then this would be the best possible to know for sure.

You heard the familiar ding of Mark’s phone, distracting both of you. He had put it down on your coffee table, and you saw the screen flash with a text message from, ‘Yuta’. The brown haired man took his phone and read the text. “He’ll be there tomorrow and so will you.” He said as he typed away at this phone. 

“I don’t want to go.” You really didn’t. Not because you were worried about meeting Yuta for the first time, but because you did not like going out like that.  

“Too bad, I already texted him back that you’re going.” 

Your eyes widened at him. “What? Why did you do that? Wait, he knows who I am?” 

Mark giggled before he started to leave your apartment. “I told him about you since you and I are so close. Anyway, I have to go. I told Jungwoo I’d get dinner with him.” He started to put his shoes on and open your door before turning to you, “Didn’t you go shopping last week? Wear something for a club . Bye!” And thus, your best friend was gone. You rolled your eyes and locked your door; he was ridiculous. 

You sat back down on your couch and sighed. Well, if you had to go to the Playhouse, you definitely weren’t going to go alone. You took your phone in your hands and texted your other best friend; who just happened to be a clairvoyant that texted you before you could even hit send. “What do you need?” She asked, knowing you were going to text her. You never got used to that, even in all the years you’ve known her. 

“Will you go to the Playhouse with me tomorrow night? Mark’s annoying ass told someone I’d be there.” You had to be crazy to listen to Mark but your curiosity about the dark man had gotten the better of you. What you didn’t tell Mark was how often you had seen Yuta in your dreams many times before the night you followed him. Still, you had never seen him. The entire reason you followed Mark was to know what Yuta’s connection was to you. Now that you had your answer, you did want to know more about him. 

Your phone went off, “I’ll be there with Jaehyun.” Jaehyun, your best friend’s warlock boyfriend was an Enchanter in Mark’s coven. He could just look at someone and they’d be at his beck and call. He was too handsome for his own good so it was a good thing that your best friend had him. He kept his Enchanting of others under control ever since he met her. Mark had told you stories of him and what he used to do with people. 

“Can you help me pick out an outfit?” 

“I already saw it and you look great. I’ll come over tomorrow and show you.” You mentally cursed to yourself. Of course she did. Another text, “Why are you going? Who did Mark want you to meet?” 

Even though she was your best friend, you hadn’t told her about Yuta yet. You weren’t sure if she had already known him and thought that he wasn’t someone you should be interested in. You put your phone down and started to think about all the other times you had seen Yuta while you were asleep. Since you didn’t know what he looked like you only had to go off of what you’d see him doing. 

Sometimes when you’d see him, he’d be hunched over his desk, either drawing something or reading a book. Other times you’d see him doing very simple things like cooking for himself or watching a movie. Things you wouldn’t expect to see so often from a warlock, as they tended to keep themselves busy in other ways that weren’t as “normal”. He would often have music playing and it always made you smile when you heard a song you knew. You and Yuta had similar music taste which kind of surprised you since you and Mark didn’t. His presence in your dreams was very comforting. Based on that alone, you could tell that he made sure to use his powers for good and he wasn’t one of those crazy warlocks that let everything go to his head. He was always alone unless he needed to be somewhere. It didn’t seem like he lived with anyone. Something you would notice since you saw him more often than you’d like to admit. You definitely had a pull to him, you just wanted to know why. You’d never dreamed about someone so often unless you wanted to.

As crazy as it was, you knew you were falling for him. Now you realize the reason you were was because of your pull. It still seemed odd to you to fall for someone who you had never actually met in real life, but you felt so close to him. Like you had known him forever. 

The Neo Coven wasn’t known for being a very aggressive coven, they had a reputation of being on the more gentle side and they would resolve things without having to fight if they could help it. If they did have to fight, it almost always ended badly for their opponents. They were feared since they were a very powerful and strong coven. With there being so many of them, it made it easy for them to protect themselves. They all varied with different traits, some were the same, but only a handful shared the same ones, The variations alone made them valuable to the coven for a number of reasons. Very rarely did a coven have that many members; let alone ones with different traits. 

You still didn’t know all of them, but the few that you did know were very strong. They could be intimidating because of their powers, but they knew how to keep themselves from causing harm. Most people were very afraid of them, but also very much drawn to them. Like most warlocks, they were all extremely handsome. Well, the ones you knew and could see at least. 

You finally picked your phone back up and told your best friend that you would explain everything once you saw her. It felt like too much to text. Her response, “All right, but I have seen you with someone and I wonder if it’s the same person.” Again, cursing yourself for befriending a clairvoyant.

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That night you had dreamed of Yuta again. You didn’t mean to visit him, but it can’t be helped. When you want to, you can control who you see, but if you go to sleep without thinking of anything or anyone, it is usually Yuta who you end up seeing. Since this had been going on for a while, he was your default at this point. Most likely due to your pull.

Yuta was alone in his room, laying in his big bed with dark sheets; only his figure could be seen. You could clearly see the rest of the room; his desk in the corner had a large computer monitor and was littered with papers from his countless sketchbooks. You wanted to see what he had been drawing, but you didn’t want to invade his privacy like that. Even though you were currently watching him as he prepared to go to sleep, looking at his drawings felt different. You wanted him to show them to you. 

His bedroom wasn't a very big room, but it looked cozy. His bed looked very comfortable and you just wanted to curl up next to him under his blankets. That same sense of comfort you had when you’d see him washed over you as you watched his figure fall asleep. 

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The next morning you woke up thinking about Yuta, your conversation with Mark, and what could possibly happen to you once you see Yuta for the first time. You’d never met a proper Hypnotist before and you weren’t sure what to expect. (Mark’s ex wasn’t a very good example of what a Hypnotist could be.)

As you prepared yourself for the day, you went on your phone and saw a post from Mark on his socials; he was with Jungwoo and someone else. Someone you’d never seen before yet he felt so familiar. He had long black hair, big gentle brown eyes that had stories to tell, a defined nose and a sweet smile. He was gorgeous and it didn’t take long for your body to get warm at the sight of him. It was Yuta. You finally had a face to the man you’d been seeing. The instant reaction you had to only his photo confirmed the he was the one you were pulled to and who you had been dreaming about. 

Throwing your phone onto your bed you got up and decided to try to go about your day. You had to shake off the feeling you had from just a photo. You’d never felt anything like it before and you were worried about what tonight will bring. So many thoughts flooded through your mind and you had almost become scared to see him. But, deep down you knew this was the right thing to do; even if it meant going out to a club with Mark. 

A part of you wanted to bail at the last minute, but you knew you had to face Yuta and possibly Johnny. You shivered at the thought of seeing Johnny again. It’s not like Johnny was a bad boyfriend, he just wasn't right for you. You now know that there was no pull with him; he was just a fun and handsome man for the moment. The spark died with Johnny quickly, and it was a mutual breakup, yet it still felt weird to think about seeing him. When you would dream of Johnny, it never felt the way it did with Yuta. 

You sighed trying to figure out what you would say to Yuta. How could you tell him that you’d been watching him during his most intimate moments? Maybe Mark told him already and you had nothing to worry about. Knowing Mark and his big mouth, it’s very possible. After all, he was the reason you and Johnny started dating in the first place.

After you had nourished yourself and went about your day, you went into your closet and found the new clothes you just bought. Was this what Mark had been talking about? It was close to when you would have to leave, so now would be the best time to figure this out. You wondered if this was part of the outfit that Y/F/N had seen. There was a cute little crop top that you had fallen in love with, but it just didn’t feel like the right thing. You felt like that was too much if you were meeting the man in your dreams for the first time. You did love the top though. Maybe another time.

As you were figuring out what to wear with the top your phone rang, it was Y/F/N. “Hey, what’s up?” 

“Don’t wear that, that’s not what I saw you in.” She never says hello anymore, always something that she’s seen.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the top. “Can you not do that? How do you even know what I’m looking at?” 

“I saw it earlier. Anyway, I’ll be over within the hour. Watch something to amuse yourself.” 

“I hate you,” 

“Love you.” Then she hung up. Damn, you wanted to wear that top. 

You put your phone down and looked around your closet; there were a few dresses that you had yet to wear and there was a black one that looked like it could be perfect for tonight. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a simple little black dress that had spaghetti straps. You really hoped this was what Y/F/N had seen; you liked it a lot. 

Since you apparently didn’t have a choice in what you were wearing, you decided to sit on your couch and wait for your friend. Within the hour could mean anything. Sometimes she was on time, sometimes she was very late. Your phone had gone off, signaling a text from Mark. “Playhouse is fun, you’re gonna love it!” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his message. He knew you hated clubbing so he was making up for it by hyping the place up. “Can’t wait!” was all you said before putting your phone down and closing your eyes. Sometimes when you would project, it can take a lot of energy out of you, so you decided a little nap would be good since who knows how late you’ll be out tonight. You did your best to try to control projecting so that you could just rest. You still had some trouble having full control over your projecting, but each time you slept, you were getting better at not doing it. 

Turns out, your efforts were for nothing. You found yourself in an unfamiliar setting, but the person in front of you was not. Of course, you couldn’t see him, but it was Yuta. He was sitting at a cafe with Mark, a cup of coffee in front of each man. ‘What is he doing here?’ you wondered as you watched the two of them talk. Since Mark was there, you were worried you’d be seen so you did your best to try to blend in and hope that he wasn’t able to feel your presence. It wasn’t often that you’d project during the day and especially in a public setting. Normal humans couldn’t see you, but other witches and warlocks could. 

“Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? I can’t shake this feeling.” You heard Yuta say and you realized he could most likely feel you. But, Mark said you were blocked from him, so how was this possible? You wanted to hit yourself when you realized your pull was the reason why.  Yuta’s voice was muffled and you could barely make out what he was saying. It sounded like you were talking on a phone call that had a bad connection. You weren’t fully sure what his voice actually sounded like because of this. 

“What? Do you think someone is after you?” Mark’s voice was clear. He sat on the other side of Yuta with his arms crossed. A very serious and stern look on his face; something you don’t see very often on Mark as he was usually a pretty easy going person. When it came to the coven, Mark could be very protective, especially of some of the younger members. Most people who didn’t know him feared him due to how unassuming he looked. Since he was from such a strong coven, not many people would dare to mess with them or him. So if he thought one of his coven brothers was in danger, he’d make sure to take care of it with Jungwoo, the Elemental of the coven, and Taeyong.

“No, I don’t think I’m in danger or anything like that.” Yuta pondered for a minute, his figure shifting in his seat. “It just…feels like someone is with me sometimes. It’s happened often, and it’s usually at night.” Shit. He could definitely feel you. You quickly realized just how strong your pull was for the both of you. If a warlock that was basically the opposite of you could feel your presence, this was much stronger than you thought. From what Mark had told you, pulls were only with one other person, so the feeling must’ve been new for Yuta as well. 

Mark clicked his tongue, the gears turning in his head. Mark had told Yuta about you before since you hung out a lot and were very close. It wasn’t every day that he came across another Astral witch like him; you were a rare kind. “I think I know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled. “You have nothing to worry about; they’re harmless.” 

“What do you mean?” Yuta asked. “Is it a spirit? Doyoung told me that the spell he cast worked after the last time.” You wondered what happened to him previously and made a mental note to ask Mark about it later. Even if it meant you were caught for watching them. 

Mark smiled and leaned back in his seat, he looked around the little cafe and spotted you. You’ll get an earful about this later. “You’ll find out; I can’t tell you. It’s something you need to learn on your own.” As glad as you were that Mark didn’t rat you out, you also just wanted him to shut up. Now that he has seen you, he’s going to think you followed him again. 

A knock on your door had ripped you from your dream. You didn’t feel rested at all, but you knew you had to get ready for tonight. You got off your comfortable couch and checked the peephole to make sure it was your friend at the door and not an unwanted guest. Once you saw that it was her, you opened the door to let her in. “You look cute,” you commented, taking in her outfit. She wore a short long sleeved all black dress with a zipper down the middle, fishnet stockings and pointy heeled boots with a moon necklace and star studs in her ears for jewelry. She had her hair in a cute little style too. 

“Have you slept?” She looked at you, noticing how tired you looked. Either you were tired or just not excited to go out. 

“Eh. You know projecting takes a lot out of me. I’ll be fine.” You assured her.

She shrugged. “Whatever you say,” and went straight to your closet after unzipping her boots. You followed her and watched as she made a mess of your closet. “Where is it?” You heard her say to herself, digging through piles of black clothing articles. “Your entire closet is black! I can’t find the dress!” 

You laughed, “Says the girl wearing all black.” 

She stayed silent at your comment. You knew she wasn’t mad or anything, she just didn’t have anything back to say to you since you were right. “Found it!” She exclaimed, throwing the dress at you after you had followed her. You held the dress in front of you; it wasn’t the dress you wanted, but it was still super cute and you were excited to wear it. You smiled before kicking your friend out of your bedroom and changing into the dress. 

It was an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved black dress that stopped at your mid-thigh. You looked around and found your favorite pair of heeled boots; they had laces on them with a zipper on the side. They were a combat boot type and you liked the contrast of the soft dress with the hard shoes. You stepped outside your bedroom and your friend smiled at you, holding a thick black choker. “With this, your outfit is complete. Now why are you looking so cute tonight? You never told me who Mark wanted you to meet?” 

You sighed. “I have to tell you something.” You said before sitting back down on your couch, your friend following behind you and sitting next to you. 

“Have you been seeing someone in your dreams?” She asked, possibly knowing this was the reason why, but she wanted you to tell her yourself. 

You nodded. “Yeah…like all the time and Mark says I have a pull to him.” Which in itself felt wild to you. 

“A pull? Who is it and why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I recently learned that his name is Yuta. He’s part of Mark and Jaehyun’s coven.” You looked down at your hands - at least your nails were done. “And I don’t know! I didn’t know what was fully happening until Mark explained it all to me last night. I’ve never had a pull before and this feels nothing like it did with Johnny. It’s so much stronger. I feel like I already know Yuta even though I’ve only seen him in my dreams.” 

She nodded. “Wait, you’ve seen him? But he’s a hypnotist, you can’t se-oh your pull!” She exclaimed when she figured it all out. “That’s crazy how pulls can work.” 

“Well, not exactly. I can only see a shadowy figure. If anything, I can feel his energy, and I just saw his face for the first time today because Mark had posted a picture of him and Jungwoo on his socials.” 

“I did see that! I ended up asking Jaehyun about him since I hadn’t met him before. He’s cute and totally your type.” She said, wriggling her eyebrows at you. “He’s gonna drool when he sees you tonight.” She half joked.

“He doesn’t even know what I look like.” You remarked. 

She rolled her eyes. “You think Mark hasn’t shown him your picture yet? You’re his best friend and he’s super close to Yuta from what Jaehyun told me when I asked about him last night.” She was clasping the choker around your neck as she spoke. 

You thought about what she had said and you were inclined to believe it was true. Mark had told you before that he liked having you as a friend because you could understand him and his powers. Most of his warlock friends weren’t like him. He knew a lot of Enchanters and Spell Casters, but not many Astral witches and warlocks crossed his path. He was the only Astral warlock in his coven, too. “That’s true,” you agreed. “But still, this whole thing is weird. Did you feel your pull with Jaehyun?” You turned to her. 

She looked at you and nodded. “I did. I kept seeing him and whenever I saw him it was more clear than anything else I’d ever seen. It’s how I knew he was mine. He told me that he knew I was his the moment he saw me. Enchanters aren’t really capable of love unless it's the one they are pulled to. Because they can basically trick people, they don’t feel for others.” 

“Did your skin feel like it was burning when you saw Jaehyun? After seeing Yuta’s photo earlier today and I became very hot.” 

“Yes. He’s definitely the one you’re pulled to.” She moved from right next to you and started to get off your couch and go toward your front door. “Do you think he’s cute?” She giggled, knowing that she’d seen you with someone before, but she didn’t realize it was the same man. She thought he was very handsome and he looked good with you. 

You sighed. “He’s gorgeous,” you said, following close behind her. “Shall we go?” You had to prepare yourself for seeing him in person. You knew that a picture wouldn’t come close to how handsome he really was. 

-

The Playhouse was exactly how you saw it in your dream when you followed Mark. It looked like any other nightclub except for the types of people that were inside. All around you were creatures from all walks of life. Vampires, werewolves, faeries; anything you could think of, they were there. Sometimes there would be a human, but they usually came with a vampire who fed off of them. Humans weren't allowed in otherwise. 

“Jaehyun said they’re at their usual table.” Your friend had led you to a large table where Mark was sitting with Jungwoo, Ten, and Jaemin. The four men looked handsome as ever; you expected nothing less from your warlock friends. 

“You came!” Mark said, smiling at you. You could tell he was a little tipsy, but nothing more than that. Your best friend could drink a lot and could handle his alcohol well. He’s either had a few drinks or the one he had was very strong. 

You smiled at the men at the table, noticing there were different bottles and glasses in front of them. Taeyong always made sure they were taken care of, it seems. You took a seat next to Mark. “It’s nice, I like it.” 

“In all my scrying, I didn’t see this.” Jaemin joked. “It’s good to see you out for once, Y/N.” He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes at the young warlock. “Very funny.” Jaemin was a Scryer who used any kind of reflective surface to see his visions. He didn’t always use his powers for the best reasons, but he never hurt anyone with them. You were close to Jaemin but not as close as you were to Mark. 

“No, seriously. It’s nice to see you here. I know you don’t enjoy these kinds of things. What bought you here?” Jaemin asked, handing you a drink. 

You smiled and took it from him. “Before I answer your question, what is this?” You asked, looking at the glass in your hand. It was a champagne flute, but since there were different bottles on the table and it was dark where you were sitting, you couldn’t tell what was in the glass. 

“It’s just Rosé; no need to worry.” Mark said, eyes throwing daggers at Jaemin. 

You nodded before taking a sip. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted Jaemin to know why you had come to the Playhouse for the first time, but you had a feeling he already knew. If he had been talking to Mark all night, then there was a chance it would come up. Warlocks liked to gossip as much as witches did. “I wanted to see what it was all about.”

Jaemin gave you a look like he knew that you were lying. But he shrugged it off because he wanted you to enjoy yourself. “As long as you have fun!” He said, letting you get away with your little lie. 

You looked over at the rest of the table and noticed an empty spot next to Ten. You wondered who was sitting there previously. Your best friend was sitting next to Jaehyun, his arm around her shoulder as if something were to take her away from him. He was so protective of her. 

You looked at your surroundings and you watched everyone as they danced under the colorful lights and loud music. The table you were sitting at was off to the side, away from the crowds so it was easy to have a conversation. You thought about dancing, but who would you dance with? You wondered if Yuta were here or if Mark just tricked you into coming for his own sake. 

“Did you follow me again?” Mark said quietly, but loud enough so you could hear him under the music that was playing through the club.

You turned to your best friend, annoyance on your face. “No. I took a nap and I ended up where Yuta was. You just happened to be there.” 

“I’m not sure what you heard earlier, but he’s aware of you.” 

“I heard a little bit, but I woke up soon after you saw me.” You took a sip of your wine, the alcohol warming up your body. “Did you tell him you saw me?” 

He shook his head. “No, he doesn’t know you were there. He does know you're here tonight though.” You wanted to tell him that you knew that already, but then you remembered he wasn’t fully sober. 

“Is he here?” You needed to know. You had a feeling the empty seat next to Ten belonged to Yuta.

Mark chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Again, impossible to get anything out of him. “Why don’t you go find him? He went to the bar right before you came.” The mere thought of facing the man on your own terrified you. 

You pouted. “Can you come with me?” You looked at Mark with puppy eyes, something you knew he couldn’t say no to; even when sober. 

He scoffed. “That’s not gonna work on me this time, Y/N.” Then he took a sip of the drink that was in his hand. 

“Fine. I’ll go find him on my own.” You huffed and got up from your seat. As you made your way from the table, you locked eyes with Johnny. You sighed, you knew this would happen. He was standing near the table talking to another man with black hair. You couldn’t see who he was, and you figured it wouldn’t matter until the man turned around. It was Yuta. 

You gasped and almost dropped your drink. There he was, talking to your ex-boyfriend. How would you even begin to explain this? “Hey, Y/N. Never thought I’d see you here,” Johnny said. He was smiling at you, but you could tell he was both surprised and a little annoyed. 

Yuta looked at you, his eyes were warm and you could feel your body heat rising as he looked at you. You did your best to compose yourself. “Mark invited me and I felt like I needed a night out.” Talking to Johnny was a lot more difficult than you thought it would be. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t still attracted to him. He was very handsome and it pissed you off that he still had an effect on you. Also, the uncomfortableness of your skin burning at the sight of Yuta didn’t help. 

Yuta could tell you were uncomfortable and he felt like he needed to protect you. Even though he didn’t even know you. Yet, to Yuta, you felt very familiar. He knew you were Mark’s friend and had seen your photo before, but it felt like something else than that. He didn't know what your relation to Johnny was, but he had an idea based on both of your body language. 

A girl had come up to the table that looked to be like another witch; she had a presence about her that only witches had. She went up to Johnny and touched his shoulder, taking his attention away from you. “Wanna dance with me?” She asked him over the music. Johnny took one more look at you before agreeing and leaving with the other girl. That was easier than you expected and you were glad that he was finally gone. 

You began to feel dizzy at how hot you were getting and you excused yourself. You walked past Yuta and found the little outside seating area that the club had. It was an emergency door that was kept open since the club could get stuffy. And also, since there were otherworldly creatures there, sometimes an easy escape was necessary. 

What were you even doing here? This was not how you wanted to meet Yuta for the first time - this felt all wrong. You left to find Y/F/N, or even Mark. You felt uncomfortable and needed to leave. You couldn’t believe you let Mark talk you into this. You weren’t ready. Unbeknownst to you, Yuta had followed you. 

 “Are you okay?” His voice had spooked you and you yelped. You had never truly heard his voice before and it was so nice to hear. It was soft, but still deep and somewhat raspy. Now that you were standing near him, there was no way for you to cool off since he was so close to you.  

You turned to him, finally getting a proper look at him in person. He was even more handsome than his picture. It was nice to actually see him and not a shadowy figure for once. He was a bit taller than you, even in your heels, his dark hair was long and it framed his face, highlighting his features. The cool air felt good on your burning skin, but with Yuta so close to you, it felt like you weren’t outside at all. “I-I’m okay.” You staggered out, hoping that was convincing enough. You knew it wasn’t. 

The silence between you two had been comfortable as you calmed down. There was still a lingering feeling of warmth on your skin, but the longer you were outside, the cooler you became. Yuta had also felt the same warmth as you when you were talking to Johnny. He could tell that this wasn’t normal body heat from being inside a nightclub, he knew this was different. He had heard about pulls before and he wondered when he would experience it himself. Now he was. “Do you feel it too, Y/N?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

You scanned his features, his eyes had a glint of hope. You smiled at him, feeling a different kind of fire inside you. “I do,” 

Since you two weren’t going to be alone for long, Yuta took this opportunity to lean down and kiss you. Sure, it was the first time you’d met, but it also wasn’t. The second Yuta had seen you, he knew you were the one that he would feel at night. Mark had told him that you could project and he recognized your energy as the one he felt. 

The way his lips felt against yours was like nothing you’d ever felt before. It felt like you had found the one thing you’d been searching for since the day you were born. Like everything had fallen into place. When he pulled away, he smiled and whispered, “I knew it was you,” 

—

It had only been a few days since you met your warlock and you have been inseparable since. Yuta was the most perfect man, he was so gentle with you and he always made sure that you were by his side. Now that he knew you were the one who’s energy he’d feel most nights, he wanted to have you around him all the time. Just as you were in your dreams, you’d be in his room with him while he would draw something, or you’d watch a movie with him. Except this time, you could actually see and feel him. Everything felt just right.

You smiled to yourself as you climbed into his bed and snuggled up next to Yuta. “You know,” he said before giving you a quick kiss in your forehead. “I had seen you in my dreams before we met. I just never knew you were who I was pulled to or that you knew Mark.” 

You looked up at him, taken aback by his sudden confession. “When did you see me?” You asked him, trying to wrack your brain to remember. You swore the first time that you had actually seen Yuta was only a few days ago when you saw Mark’s post. 

“It was a long time ago. I had a dream that I had seen you walking away from a crowded place. I tried talking to you, but you couldn’t hear me. I wondered if you were real or just someone I had imagined.” You couldn’t believe what he had told you. 

“Yuta,” You removed yourself from his arms, sitting upright in the bed and facing him. “That was when I was first discovering my powers. I used to have that dream every night for weeks.” It had all hit you at once; the figure you wanted to talk to was who you were pulled to. “I remember seeing you too and thinking you weren’t real either.” You chuckled. “You were able to see me? I only saw your shadowy figure.” 

He nodded. “Sort of. You were fuzzy and I wasn’t able to make out your features. All I could see was your body and minor details.” He sat for a minute, trying to remember more of what he could see. “It’s funny, when I would feel you at night, you felt the same as you did in the dream, but I thought I was making it up in my head since I just wanted to know who you were.” 

You giggled and snuggled back into his arms. “Now you have me,” 

He moved both your bodies so that he was now on top of you, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. “I never want to let you go.” 

You smiled and you felt yourself getting lost in your shared kiss. Yuta’s lips felt like they were made for yours; you wanted to kiss him all the time. And luckily, you can. Yuta felt just as strongly for you as you did. 

Your legs had wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you. Now that you had the literal man of your dreams, you wanted to be with him as much as possible. He was even more than you ever could’ve hoped for. You wanted to thank the universe for your fate with this amazing man. 

Yuta’s lips had moved from your lips, down to your neck. He left little butterfly kisses on your skin and you moaned softly from the feeling. You squirmed a little underneath him, making him chuckle at how cute he thought you were. The more he was with you, the more he was falling for you. Even if falling for you was predetermined, he loved finding out more about you. 

Yuta’s hands were moving along your body, touching and grabbing every part of you. You instantly felt hot when Yuta had taken off the shirt of his that you were wearing. His fingers dancing along your body, making your back arch. He had pulled his lips away from your neck so that he could properly look at you, his beautiful witch. Your chest was fully exposed to him and he looked your body up and down, taking in your body. 

You eyed Yuta, waiting to see what he would do next. He removed his shirt and you smiled seeing his body. Even though you had spent practically every second with each other, this was the first time the two of you were intimate. There had been times when you two would come close, but it never felt quite right. Until right now. 

Yuta wasted no time, he was back on top of you, kissing your lips and back to your neck. Your arms were on his broad shoulders as his lips went lower and lower down your body. His tongue was on your of your nipples, stimulating you and you could feel an instant reaction. You moaned softly as he suckled on your nipple, hardening it while his hand was on your other nipple. He tweaked it between his fingers. 

“Yuta..” you trailed when he kissed down your chest, your stomach and right above your panties. You could feel yourself getting wet as he continued his teasing kisses. He kissed your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where you ached for him. 

His finger teased your clit through your panties and your breathing hitched. He felt how wet you had become and he looked up at you and smiled. His smile was so sweet that you almost felt dizzy from the contrast of what was happening. He kissed your center through your panties and you shivered. As bad as you wanted to feel his tongue on you, you also wanted to feel him. 

Yuta could sense you eagerness for him, so he pulled away from you and slowly pulled your panties down your legs. He took in your body, wanting to remember you like this forever. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you before his fingers were on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your breathing became heavy and he enjoyed seeing you begin to fall apart. You were just getting started and you were already like this. 

Yuta slowly inserted his finger inside you, and your toes curled at the new feeling. You haven’t even had Yuta’s dick inside you yet and you were already losing it under him. He moved it ever so slowly, exploring your inner walls. He had his other hand on your leg, holding it down so that you wouldn’t close your legs. Yuta was getting a little too much pleasure watching how you writhed underneath him when he added a second finger. 

“Yuta,” you whined and when he curled his fingers and hitting your spot perfectly. He leaned back down to kiss your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. His touch was so soft, but it was rough enough that you were an absolute mess. You clenched around his fingers so he removed them from you. He wanted to see you come, but it had to be when he was inside you. He wanted to make love to you now that he had you in his bed. 

Yuta gave you another soft kiss before he pulled away and started to take the rest of his clothing off. You had seen him without a shirt before when you would dream of him, but now you were going to see all of him and you couldn’t wait. It felt like an eternity waiting for him to be naked. When he finally was, you gasped at the gorgeous man in front of you that was all yours.

Just as you expected - his body was beautiful. His broad chest, slim waist and the tattoos that adorned his skin. You smiled at your handsome warlock, and you couldn’t wait to feel every inch of him. He had taken his pants and boxers off and now he was completely bare to you. You felt your heart flutter and you were getting more and more impatient as you looked at him in his entirety. He was everything you could want in a man and more. 

He crawled back on the bed and settled himself between your legs again. He felt so comfortable being close to you like this; he wanted to savor this moment as long as he could. He went back to kissing you; he couldn’t get enough of your lips and how they melted into his own. He just wanted to kiss you over and over, but he was getting just as impatient as you were; especially after seeing you underneath him like this. 

You felt his tip at your entrance and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. “I want to hear you,” he said before he took his hard cock in his hand and teased you with it. You wrapped your legs around his slim waist, moving him closer to you. Yuta smirked, loving how your legs felt around him. He never wanted to leave from between your legs. 

“Fuck, Yuta!” You moaned when you felt his tip rub against your clit. You moved your hips and you moaned again at the feeling. Yuta had continued to tease you, making you almost lose your mind. You were getting antsy and you just wanted to feel him inside you - you’d waited long enough for him. “Please, I need to feel you,” you begged. 

Something clicked in Yuta at your pleas, so he stopped what he was doing. He leaned down to kiss you one more time before you felt him slowly thrust inside you. You both moaned when you two were finally connected to each other. Yuta looked at you with so much love and you felt so warm and at ease with him. He loved how you felt around him and he wanted to stay connected to you like this for as long as he could. 

Yuta began to move his hips slowly, enjoying every second that he was with you like this. He had been so happy to have you that he was in slight disbelief it was actually happening. He finally had the witch he had been waiting for and he wanted you to feel as good as possible. He loved hearing your moans and feeling how your body reacted to his. 

You had one hand in his long black hair and another around his shoulder, holding him close to you. His lips were on your neck, giving you kisses as he moved inside you. You reveled in the way he fit inside you and you loved how he stretched you out. You two were made for each other’s bodies and you couldn’t control the noises that were coming out of you. 

The pleasure that Yuta was giving you just from his small motions was driving you crazy. After meeting him, you had heard that the sex with someone you were pulled to felt completely different than if it were with anyone else. His delicate kisses were making your skin hot and you held on to him tighter. Your hand that was in his hair moved down to his shoulder so that he was as close to you as possible. 

Yuta began to quicken his hips and you felt your breath hitch at his new pace. You had interlocked your ankles and he was now trapped between your legs. He groaned and the deep sound went straight to your core. You could feel every inch and ridge of his cock as he fucked you deeply. Every passing second he was inside you felt like the best moments of your life. There really was nothing like being with you the one you were fated to be with. 

Yuta felt you tighten around him, so he angled his hips to find your spot. Which he did and you were a moaning mess under him. Every little noise you made, every way that your body moved was enough to make Yuta become addicted to you.

Based on how frequent your moans were, Yuta could tell you were close to your orgasm. He sped up his thrusts once more since he was getting just as close as you were. He moved his hand and began to rub your clit in time with his hips. You screamed his name at the extra stimulation and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. “Yuta I’m-” 

“Me too. Come for me, my love,” he said, his soft voice breaking as he focused on your pleasure. He wanted nothing more than for you to be satisfied, and that you were. He leaned down to kiss you again, and that was what did it for you. His delicious lips on yours had triggered your orgasm and you pulled away to moan his name again. 

Once Yuta felt you come around him, he couldn’t stop himself and his own orgasm had come. His hips stilled as he came deep inside you; you absolutely loved how it felt when his cum had coated your inner walls. Yuta’s eyes were on yours as he smiled at you, “I love you,” he whispered before he slowly pulled out of you, but you tightened your legs around him, wanting him to stay inside you a bit longer. 

He couldn’t hold himself up any longer, so he was laying on top of you. You loved feeling a bit of his weight on you and being close to him like this. You turned your head to face him and he gave you another loving kiss. He just couldn’t get enough of your lips. “I’m so in love with you,” he said as he began to catch his breath. 

You felt your heart skip a beat at his sweet words. “I love you so much, Yuta,” you responded. His lips were back on yours and you melted into his kiss. He began to soften inside you, so he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of him. But none of that mattered, he was still holding you in his arms, giving you all the love you’d been waiting for. 

Your foreheads were touching and you had your eyes closed, taking in the moment with the man you belonged to and who belonged to you.