#Yuta Scenarios

[zeroseuniverse]

Ruin Me

Word Count: 624 Summary:"You should know by now," he murmurs, his voice edged with something dangerous. "You can’t win against me." Your fingers tighten around his wrist. "Then why do you keep letting me try?" Pairing: Yuta X Reader

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The gym smells like sweat and leather, the air thick with the rhythmic sound of fists hitting heavy bags, the occasional grunt of exertion cutting through the dull hum of conversation. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker slightly, casting an unforgiving glow over the cracked floors and scuffed-up rings.

And there he is.

Yuta stands in the center of the ring, rolling his shoulders, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. His hair is tied back in a messy half-up style, a few strands slipping free, damp with sweat. His skin glistens under the lights, a living work of art carved from chaos and brutality. He looks up just as you step forward, his lips curling into that familiar smirk. The one that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"You always show up when you shouldn’t," he murmurs, voice low and teasing, yet carrying the weight of something unspoken.

"And yet, here I am."

The fight starts before either of you throw a punch.

You step into the ring, wrapping your hands, tightening the fabric over your knuckles. His eyes track your movements, dark and unreadable. This dance, this ritual—it’s never been about winning. It’s about something neither of you can name, something neither of you can walk away from.

Yuta tilts his head, rolling his neck until it pops. Then, he moves—quick as lightning, a blur of power and precision. He throws a feint, just enough to make you react, to see how far you’ll go tonight. You don’t flinch, and that earns you another smirk.

Then he strikes for real.

You barely dodge, feeling the wind of his fist graze your cheek. Your heart pounds against your ribs, your breath sharp as you pivot, throwing a counter jab. He blocks it easily, his glove pressing against your forearm, the heat of him searing through the padding.

And then, just like that, you’re too close.

His breath fans against your skin, your bodies almost touching, every nerve in you screaming at the proximity. The tension hums, electric, the same way it always does before everything goes up in flames. Your chests rise and fall in sync, sweat dripping down the sides of your face, mirroring his.

Yuta exhales a laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You should know by now," he murmurs, his voice edged with something dangerous. "You can’t win against me."

Your fingers tighten around his wrist. "Then why do you keep letting me try?"

Something snaps. Maybe it was always meant to.

The fight shifts into something else—something raw, something neither of you have ever been able to control. His gloves fall away, discarded without thought, and then his fingers are gripping your waist, yanking you against him. The taste of sweat and blood lingers between you, but neither of you care. His lips crash into yours, searing, brutal, like every kiss before—like every kiss that should’ve been the last but never is.

It’s a curse, this thing between you.

Every touch burns, every inhale drowns, and yet, you keep coming back. His hands are rough, desperate, as if he's trying to hold on and push away at the same time. You’re no better, your fingers tangling in his damp hair, pulling, needing more, needing everything. The kiss is a war, a collision of something far beyond love, beyond reason.

"You ruin me," you whisper against his lips, breathless, your pulse hammering against his.

He chuckles darkly, his forehead pressing against yours. "You love it."

Maybe that’s the problem.

Because this was never meant to be peaceful. It was never meant to be soft.

It’s chaos. It’s addiction. It’s the fight neither of you will ever surrender.

And you don’t want to.

Tags: @selcayuri

[mahteeez]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄?

(Yuta x Leitora)

⢷⠀Gênero: Smut, pwp.

⢷⠀Avisos: MDNI, Yuta namoradinho que curte um 69, sexo oral e masturbação (em ambos, obviamente), palavras de baixo calão.

⢷⠀Notas: Acho que alguém aqui já chegou a me pedir pra escrever com o Yuta, mas não tenho certeza mais. De qualquer maneira, aqui está! Espero que gostem <3

A atmosfera do quarto parecia esquentar de forma quase sufocante, seu corpo, ainda em brasa, pulsava com o resquício do prazer que a consumia. Os movimentos se tornavam mais lentos, o peso da exaustão misturava-se à memória do orgasmo recém atingido. Apesar da fraqueza crescente, cada fibra de sua pele parecia viva, receptiva, ansiosa pelo próximo arrepio que se aproximava com a promessa de um prazer ainda mais intenso.

— Yuta... — Você geme com a voz falha, chamando por aquele abaixo de si que chupava sua intimidade com prontidão e agilidade.

— Yuta-ah! — O homem a imita em zombaria enquanto um pequeno sorriso surge em seus lábios. — Cansadinha já, meu amor? — Ele questiona, reforçando seu deboche. A língua masculina estala ao passear por toda sua fenda lambuzada. — Quero você gozando no meu rosto só mais uma vezinha... Consegue fazer isso por mim, não ��? — Nakamoto provoca, usando do seu falso tom de inocência.

— Você é insaciável. — Você comenta, revidando a provocação e logo sentindo o riso abafado em sua intimidade mais uma vez.

Você estava a par do quanto seu namorado era caidinho por um 69, o quanto ele gostava de a sentir brincando com o pau dele enquanto o mesmo enterrava o rosto em sua bucetinha carente. E assim sucedia, você recebendo os toques voluptuosos de Yuta em sua intimidade ao mesmo passo em que você também satisfazia Nakamoto. Yuta a manobrava com maestria, fosse mesmo com a boca, saboreando seu gosto viciante, ou com os dedos, tocando por caminhos onde ele já conhecia muito bem.

Sua atenção volta ao membro ereto em sua mão, seu polegar rodeia a ponta avermelhada e espalha por todo o restante da base o resíduo viscoso que se acumulava por ali. Sua boca entra em contato com o pau de Yuta novamente, sugando devagar, mas com precisão, a pele sensível dali. Sua bucetinha vibra com o gemido do mesmo após seu ato. Yuta espalma as mãos sobre sua bunda após desferir um tapa estalado e grosseiro no local em questão, você suspira alto quando sente ele serpenteando os braços ao redor de suas coxas, a puxando para mais perto, trazendo sua intimidade para ainda mais próximo do próprio rosto.

A língua quente imerge em sua entrada, o lábio inferior do japonês pressiona seu clitóris sensível, ocasionando em sua rápida reação de apertar com ainda mais firmeza os dedos ao redor do pau gordo de Nakamoto. O vai-e-vem de sua mão toma mais velocidade, sua língua tortura a ponta sensibilizada com lentidão.

Yuta geme arrastado, chamando seu nome de forma falha enquanto te alerta, ele grunhe de prazer, os impulsos curtos e involuntários o tomam. O primeiro jato quente de esperma é liberado, preenchendo sua boca, que agora estava levando o pau pesado para ainda mais adentro. Ele aperta seu corpo com força até que a sensação de êxtase o sucumba, o corpo de Yuta libera ainda mais espasmos à medida que sua porra espessa escorre por seus dedos que logo afrouxam o toque sobre ele.

Você sente a respiração pesada de seu namorado, quente e irregular, atingindo sua buceta, que permanece logo acima de seu rosto. Seus beijos, suaves e carinhosos, percorrem as coxas e região, enquanto dedica atenção especial à borboleta tatuada no quadril. Uma leve camada de suor começa a se formar sobre a pele masculina, o corpo de Yuta estremece levemente a cada toque de seus lábios. Ele murmura manhoso, acariciando suas pernas com ternura.

— Já 'tá cansadinho, amor? — Você desliza seu corpo de cima do dele e se posiciona ao seu lado, ficando cara a cara com Yuta, retribuindo sua provocação com um sorriso divertido, lembrando o comentário irônico que ele fez para você anteriormente. Ele solta uma risada baixa diante da troca de provocações, e, com um movimento firme, usa o suficiente de força para deitar suas costas sobre a cama, agora se posicionado acima de você, a milímetros do seu rosto.

— Nenhum pouco. — Um sorriso malicioso aparece nos lábios de Yuta. — Isso foi só o aquecimento. Agora... prefere levar de quatro ou quicar no meu colinho, uh?

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[sandiaarts]

Please tell Yuta not to die 😭

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[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.”

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 14 - Yandere!Kitsune!Yuta + Bondage & Overstimulation

Anonymous Said: YUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! *clears throat* great, now that that's over hehehe could I please request something like kitsune ! Yuta and Bondage with some overstimulation. Could he be yandere too ??? Thank you!!!!! A/n: Yuta as a Kitsune is just so right, I feel like it fits him so well hehehe as soon as I saw this request I knew exactly how I was going to write it. I hope you enjoy!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 1,060 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“You look so pretty like this, Bunny.” A pleased hum sounds from the man above you. “All tied up with nowhere to go.”

A shudder caresses your spine, moaning lowly as another sharp thrust is made into you. You can barely keep your eyes open, whole body shaking as your walls clench rhythmically around his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Yuta-” His name is but a whine upon your lips, feeling the way his cock twitches in response.

“My Little Rabbit can take it.” He coos, rolling his hips teasingly into your weeping cunt. Mockingly, he tilts his head. “Come on, Bunny. One more. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

A whimper escapes you, every movement of his cock along your inner walls making your body twitch in some way. Each brush of his tip against such a sensitive spot deep inside of you has your breath hitching, clenching hard as the feeling threatens to overwhelm you again at any moment. Already, he’s made you come three time with his cock buried in your pussy, and that’s not counting everything he did to you before.

Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t passed out yet from the pleasure of it all.

“My Girl can give me one more, right?” He leans in, nudging his nose tenderly against your own despite the condescending tone of his voice. “You’ll let me drown you in ecstasy, right, Love?”

You press your lips together, attempting to muffle the choked whine that wants to escape you as he slowly pulls out of you only to roll his hips back into your own. 

Yuta’s eyes are sharp, watching your every expression carefully, not wanting to miss a single reaction you give him. After all, he’s only been waiting to mate with you, to claim you as his own, for what felt like an eternity. Ever since he met you, he knew you were the only one for him, and given everything that you’ve both had to go through to get to this point, it may as well have been. Each time he’s with you like this feels like the first, and always he strives to outdo himself since the previous time he’s mated with you.

If he cannot give you what you deserve - his best - then he hasn’t accomplished anything. If you’re not shaking and screaming his name by the end of it all, then he’s nowhere near complete.

Another thrust, and your head starts thrashing back and forth over the pillows, babbling as his cock fills you so perfectly.

Your fingers twitch, desperately wishing you could wrap your arms around him and pull him in closer. All you want to do is feel his skin beneath your touch, maybe rake your nails down his back and mark him as your own like he always does to you. Only, the feeling of your soft restraints contrast the intensity of his gaze… Of his touch.

Yuta’s tails are completely out. Five dance languidly in the air above him, flicking happily as he observes the beautiful sight of you fucked out and trapped beneath him. The remaining four tails are delicately wrapped around each one of your extremities, holding you in place and making sure you cannot escape his touch.

Gently, the thumb he had resting over your clit begins circling over that swollen little nub once more.

Your whole body jerks, back arching as you keen into his touch.

“Come on, Bunny. One more…” He coos, circling over your clit faster as he begins to snap his hips into your own. “Just one more for me.”

A choked moan escapes you, words caught in your throat as the pressure within your stomach begins building quickly. The intensity of the various sensations over your body makes your head spin, unable to form words for the moment, let alone even think.

A tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in even closer.

“Let me see you fall apart for me again, My Little Rabbit.” He rasps out, fangs peeking from behind his lips. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Two more of his tails sneak between your bodies, the soft tips flicking gently against your pert nipples. Teasingly, they tweak the sensitive nubs, only adding to the intense feeling building in your gut. Each one of your senses feels like it’s in overdrive, and each touch brings you dangerously closer to the edge once more.

“Come on, Bunny. Come for me.” His free hand sneaks up your body, cupping your face as he presses his forehead against your own. “Let me hear you scream.”

With one final flick over your clit, you obey.

Your orgasm crashes into you suddenly, throat raw and voice hoarse as you scream his name. Your back arches from the bed, shaking violently as you keen into his touch. His tails tighten their hold around you, pulling you in closer as tears of pleasure line your eyes, breath stuttering as you choke on a sob.

A single tear begins to slip down your cheek.

The moment Yuta feels you squeezing around him so tightly, his hips stutter. A choked moan of your name escapes him, hot spurts of come flooding your cunt and leaking out of you with every erratic thrust he makes. The way he can feel your combined releases soaking his balls and his thighs makes his head spin.

A low, pleased growl fills the room, his thumb still circling gently over your clit.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.” He leans in, nipping lightly at your jawline. “I knew you had it in you, Bunny. So pretty with my cock buried in your tight little hole…”

Still, your body trembles beneath him, his ministrations continuing over your clit and your nipples. Each touch has you stuttering, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Incoherent babbles and desperate whines escape you as he uses his other tails to gently trace over your curves. Even the faintest brush of his fur over your damp skin sends multiple shivers down your spine.

You crack your eyes open, whimpering at the intensity you can still see shining within his own dark gaze.

He rolls his hips sensually into yours, a wolfish grin stretching across his features.

“One more, Bunny. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

[niki-phoria]

my baby, sweet babyって これからも先一生君に

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 485

notes: every time i post a jjk fic i struggle to find new headers to use lol, you can read this as a non sorcerer au if you want, not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from ONE OK ROCK - my sweet baby

autumn comes in the form of golden leaves decorating the trees and a cool breeze blowing through the air. OKKOTSU YUUTA runs a stray hand through his overgrown strands of hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. he takes a deep breath, slowly letting the weight of the world slip away from his shoulders. he winces at the dull ache that lingers in his shoulder blades - something that you’ll be sure to scold him about later.

yuuta glances over his shoulder when you open the door with a quiet click. the door creaks as you slide it to the side just enough for you to step out into the sunlight. the welcome mat placed in front of the door feels scratchy beneath your feet as you take a step closer to him. “hey,” you smile.

“hey,” he repeats. it’s impossible to not be influenced by your joy; yuuta’s lips quirk upwards into a small grin of his own before he realizes. his face flushes ever so slightly at the realization, making him quickly turn his gaze back towards the setting sun ahead.

“enjoying the fresh air?” 

yuuta nods. “i was just watching the sunset.” 

you smile softly in response. everything looks softer in the golden light. yuuta’s eyes shine the color of honey. hues of pink and purple swirl throughout the sky. you can just barely make out the twinkle of stars beginning to appear as they welcome night once again. 

“it’s getting colder out,” you say. your fingertips skim the edge of your balcony railing as you wander over to stand beside him. the polished wood feels smooth against your fingertips; it feels cool against your skin as you lean against it. “we’ll have to start wearing our jackets again soon.” 

yuuta hums. soon, snow will begin to filter through the sky, painting the world white. soon, your mornings will be spent huddled up in bed together, your bodies tightly intertwined under the guise of conserving warmth. soon, you’ll scold him as you tug a hat over his head when you send him to work in the morning with warnings about not catching a cold. 

the thought makes him smile to himself. “i love you,” yuuta whispers. his voice is so quiet you almost miss it entirely when the wind carries his words away. 

warmth spreads to his face when you reach over, taking his hand into your own. you intertwine your fingers together effortlessly - as if your bodies are two pieces of a puzzle. your hands feel warm against his skin when you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“i love you, too.” you smile softly, sealing your promise in the form of a chaste kiss pressed against his knuckles.

the world will continue spinning. curses will be born and exorcized. sorcerers will come and go. but for now, with your hand intertwined with his, yuuta knows that everything will be okay.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:29 pm]

(cw: f!reader, child on a leash)

"Ok look at me," dad!Yuta guides the chubby face in front of him so their eyes are locked, "are you going to run away from daddy outside?"

"Yes," the little voice replies with a nod.

You stifle a laugh as Yuta sighs in frustration, "No, no running away outside."

Your son cocks his head to the side, "from mommy?"

"No running away from mommy or daddy," you reply, crouching down to his eye level.

"But I want to play," your son pouts. His eyes fill with sadness as he turns his gaze to the floor.

"Bub, it's not always safe to play outside. That's why you have to stay close, we want you to be safe, okay?"

The pout intensifies but he nods nonetheless. You finally make your way into the store. You needed some household essentials, your son needed more clothes, and you needed some groceries too. Yuta held your son's hand as you walked through the automatic doors and reached for a cart.

You honestly should have expected it, the colorful displays at the entrance were almost enough to get your attention fully, your son saw the bright colors and bin filled with stuffed animals and shot off. His hand slipped out of Yuta's and went straight for the stuffed bears.

"Bub, we told you not to do that. Come back," Yuta told him softly but firmly. You placed your purse into the cart and rummaged around until you found what you were looking for. The harness, the leash for your son that looked like a monkey.

His eyes caught it and widened, "No, mommy. Please, no."

You strapped it onto him, "Baby, you didn't listen to mommy or daddy. Next time, you're going in the cart and you won't be able to walk. Do you understand?"

He pouted, sad eyes fixed on the floor, "Fine."

You all walked throughout the store, your son trotting off everyone in a while only to be gently tugged back by Yuta. He did fine for the most part and you even considered letting him walk alone, until you passed the toy aisle.

You heard him begging Yuta to let him “just look, no touching. I promise.” Yuta had thankfully said no, you knew your son could spend hours just looking in these aisles if you let him. 

Your son had complied and went walking behind the both of you as you walked by, his little feet dragging, and lips pouted in the hopes that you both might change your mind. Or even just one of you. 

You had almost made it completely through this section when the store had unfortunately placed some of your son’s favorite toys toward the very end. You heard an excited squeal and turned to see your son just inches away from reaching one of the toys and your husband pulling on the handle of the harness. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, moving your purse and the few items you had placed in the seat and grabbed your son to place him in the front seat of the cart. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, moving his legs to prevent you from seating him. 

“Mommy! Mommy, just want to look! Please!” He pleaded, softening his gaze since he already knew the puppy dog eyes would sometimes work on you.

You successfully sat him in and connected the seat belt, “You promised me, baby. You didn’t listen, didn’t I tell you this would happen?”

He nodded sadly, giving in and resting his chin atop his hands on the handle of the shopping cart with a soft, little sigh. You could feel yourself giving in, wanting to let him down and just hold his hand as he looked at the toys. He couldn’t help it that he got his dad’s hyperactive genes. It wasn’t his fault.

“Nope! Let’s move!” Yuta interrupted your thoughts, grabbing the cart and moving you all toward the grocery section. “I know your brain works, honey, it wasn’t a good idea,” he told you with a pointed look.

You crossed your arms, “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Sure, honey. Here Bub, you hold the eggs and be very gentle, ok?” Yuta replied while shooting you a look from his peripheral and placing the carton of eggs on your son’s lap.

You son nodded excitedly, “gentle,” he repeated. He places a hand in front of and on top of the carton while looking down at it in wonder.

Yuta turns to you, whispering, “Why can’t he be like this all the time? I don’t like walking around with a leash kid, people judge us. I can feel their eyes on us, but he doesn’t listen!”

“I think when they see him running around they understand. Do we have everything we need?” You ask while looking over your list and double checking the cart.

Yuta huffs, pausing to think, “I want something sweet. Let’s go look at the bakery.”

He and your son start moving toward the bakery while your son excitedly chants, “cake!” over and over again. 

Maybe they both needed the monkey harnesses.

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a/n: I have no idea what this is🧍🏻‍♀️(fratboy!Jaehyun tomorrow)

[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

[00127am]

delinquent! nakamoto yuta & afab! gyaru! reader about one sided enemies two sided crush, teenage love, yuta is a poser on the dl (everyone knows), he's ridiculously head over heels, lowercase intended warnings cig. smoking word count 2.1k words

AUGUST 6TH 93 degrees 📀 残機 by zutomayo

it's said that there are a few moments in life which become cemented in your mind forever without even a second thought put to them. these things are often trivial, meaningless and arbitrary--like laces on the sneakers which adorned your feet on a random tuesday afternoon or perhaps the smell of your bedroom one morning in late july. they, like most core memories, stick to the sides of your brain--unshakeable, unimportant, and above all else; unforgettable.

you suppose that, with your luck, it only makes sense for one of these moments to involve nakamoto yuta.

upperclassman nakamoto yuta who you cannot stand. not only because of his reputation (one which does not precede him in any sort of a respectable fashion) nor his attitude ("he tries too hard to be cool," you sniff, tapping the butt of your cigarette on the railing with a halfhearted flick of your wrist, "he'll never be hayato,"), nor the somewhat baffling fact that he holds the hearts of more than half the female student body (you refuse to believe that anyone could have such bad taste), nor that you can almost see the appeal if you squint--not that you would ever admit it--but rather because any and every time you manage to find a rare moment to yourself, he always finds a way to interject. and this time, separated and set apart from those previous, proves to be no different.

crouched beneath a first floor window, cigarette held between slim fingers and head ducked to hide the top of your hair, the last thing you're expecting to see in your peripheral is a pair of shoes. soccer cleats to get into the nitty gritty. a pair of faded, ugly, white (much more yellow than anything else) coated in a mix of turf and dirt (or at least you hope that's what it is) cleats. the only thing more surprising then the shoes themselves is the fact that they're barreling out of the window behind you. laces just half an inch from your eye lashes, spiked bottoms missing your thighs by just a margin. a movement so fast, so jarring, that it leaves your hands limp and your cigarette lost. a curse teetering on the edge of your tongue as you scramble back, head hitting the concrete of the wall with a dull thump--swear leaping from the edge only to be swallowed back by the bite of your tongue.

for without even looking to the face of their owner, you're able to make an educated guess in no more than two seconds. a reluctant, resigned, resistant reckoning that turns your stomach and hints at the beginning of a headache. one which perhaps could be attributed to the consequence of the wall but is more likely to to be due to him.

"are you kidding me?" you hiss in a low whisper, wagging an accusatory finger in front of his face accompanied only by a scowl as you tilt your head back--peering over the edge of the windowsill to try and catch a glimpse of just who exactly he was running from, "you almost killed me!"

the perpetrator in question teeters back on his heels, falling flat onto his back as he returns your seething visage with a dumbfounded stare--mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, fumbling for a response that's just out of reach. he has that look on his face that he always has when he runs into you. the one that makes him look like he's got the air knocked straight out of his lungs in one fell swoop. your friends (ever playing cupid) attribute it solely to lovesickness while you yourself find it to be akin much closer to plain and simple stupidity.

shaken from his stone-esque stupor, he sits up with a dramatic huff. brushing off the dust and dirt he acclaimed from his leap before slowly peeking through the above window. yuta waves you off dismissively, attention clearly elsewhere as he scans the hallway. despite his inattentiveness, and against all common sense, he's acutely aware of your presence.

shoulders back and posture straightened (as much as it can be when you're crouched on the ground looking utterly of fault). jaw angled in a way that accentuates the sharp structure of his face, showing you only his left side. the same left side your upperclassman prefers, insisting on some nonsense about how he's significantly more handsome from this view than on the opposing right (if you were asked which side was better, you would said neither. though if you truly had to pick, you suppose that they're both equally as aggravatingly attractive). a slender hand comes up to brush through his long, blonde hair as he cranes his head back slightly--swallowing as his tongue pushes at the inside of his cheek in a poorly formed habit he just hasn't been able to shake. yuta turns to you, all suave and handsome with an eyebrow raised and the hints of a charming smile twitching on the edges of his lips and--

you're not even looking.

the deflation of his stature is instantaneous, slouching as he turns to the wall, sliding down the concrete until he hits the grass with a quiet thump. brows knitted and countenance scrunched up as if he had just taken a bite of a lemon, his messy blonde hair falling before his eyes and sheltering away the tiniest hint of a pout tugging on his lower lip. one that you would tease him relentlessly about if you saw. though perhaps yuta prefers that alternative to this one. the one where is he exempt from all your scrutiny, every bit of your focus being dedicated to the much more daunting task of removing blades of grass from your legwarmers.

he huffs, clicking his tongue with a flick of his wrist. the edges of his words seared with a newfound dismissal that for all intents and purposes is meant to sound irritated yet manages to be anything but. "how was i supposed to know you were here,"

this in and of itself is true. upperclassman, poser delinquent, yuta nakamoto didn't know you were here. sure when he saw the open window and smelled a hint of your favorite brand he might have hoped it. but he didn't know. in fact, he'd attribute it more to fate. divine intervention. red string theory?

(all of which could maybe apply if not for the fact that the boy passed by seven open windows and five possible hiding spots before getting to his chosen one. one which he knows is your "secret" smoke spot and that the chances of you being there is greater then twenty-percent.)

you acknowledge his previous statement only to ignore it. choosing instead to lift your long forgotten cigarette, holding it in front of his eyes with the beginnings of a sneer forming on your puffy, lip-glossed-lined lips. the object of your acclaimed appraise has been damaged. well, more than damaged. punctured beyond repair, tobacco leaking out of the wounds in a manner which would have it medically declared as ex-sanguine (or would is be ex-bacco?). an undeniable pattern of gaping impalements that match up perfectly to the studded underside of his cleats. and by the looks of it, the judge, jury, and executioner are already set on his penance--after all, the evidence is undeniable.

as the prosecution rests, the defendant raises an unamused brow. dark eyes flickering to your own as he looks to you expectantly, pleading the fifth as he awaits his long-decided sentencing.

"this was my last one,"

ouch, last of a lineage. that's certainly not earning him any brownie points. he bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head just a centimeter closer to his shoulder as he watches you with a faux expression of disinterest. "so?"

despite yourself, you laugh. or was that a scoff? yuta hopes it was a laugh. prays. that airy sound as pretty as a songbird, the one he lingers in the hallway outside your classroom to hear every once and a while (the same one that is usually interrupted when you spot him, groaning loudly about your stalker. he's not stalking, he swears. he just happens to end up in that same spot every morning!)

"so?" you echo incredulously, lips parted and eyes wide, "so you owe me one, nakamoto",

in the following three seconds after your statement, you seem to rethink your demands, tongue pressed against the back of your teeth and nose scrunched in concentration. it's in these same three seconds that yuta has decided to replay the sound of his name (lack of honorific aside) falling from your pretty lips over and over and over again until the word doesn't necessarily sound real--vowels too long and consonants too sharp. but he supposes it doesn't really matter as long as its in your voice.

"actually, you owe me more than one. a pack," you decide, narrowing your eyes as you prod repeatedly at his shoulder (if you noticed the way he practically leaned into it, you didn't show it), "penance for emotional damage and totally ruining my appearance,"

"as if. you look fine," he scoffs with a partnered roll of his eyes. liar. you look more than fine. in fact yuta can describe you in more than fifty adjectives. ten in other languages too if he really runs out. pretty, beautiful, jaw-dropping, gorgeous, cute--

"ugh," you scowl, dropping your gaze as you clench your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to will the oncoming flush to your face away (it doesn't work as half as well as you hope it does), "better than you, maybe. at least i don't insist on dressing like a wannabe yabuki hayato," the insult, swiftness of your quip, and the finger jabbed in his direction does little to hide the fluster to your tone, something you're afraid he picks up as easily as you do.

if you stopped to think about it for more than a sheer half of a second, you would probably realize that you might be projecting. that poser, upperclassman yuta nakamoto does look like yabuki hayato. but probably not because he intends too. if you thought about it for that singular one second, you'd also realize that it's a little embarrassing to continually compare your nemesis to your well-known character crush.

"i don't take fashion advice from a gal," he shakes off your finger only for you to double your efforts as you lean forward. hands placed precariously close to his thighs, faces just a foot away. so close that if he really lost his mind, he could close the distance almost instantaneously.

and he might really lose his mind. because now one of your hands has made its dutiful journey upwards. hovering before long strands of faux blonde before reaching forward and giving a somewhat harsh (albeit earned) tug. your voice is low and playful as he winces, a lopsided grin forcing your eyes into crescents. "rich coming from someone who could pass as a gyarou,"

"as if," he smacks your hand away halfheartedly, a touch more teasing than anything else. his knuckles pressed against your palm, hesitating for a beat too long before it's covered up with the sudden sideways angle of his jaw--poorly portraying an imitation of irritation. one not sold very convincingly with the red tint to the full of his cheeks. "i'm more of the prince type,"

"prince?" your mouth hangs open in disbelief, blinking back at him like he's got screw loose (with you at this distance, he's sure he has lost more than one), "oh you're more delusional than i thought,"

and in classic yuta fashion, he denies you the privilege of a proper response, choosing instead to hear only what he wants too. he leans forward, raising a brow as his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. the epitomical expression of cavalier cockiness.

"think of me often?"

most things associated with yuta nakamoto can be described simultaneously along with the boy himself. irritating, flashy, rip-your-hair-out obnoxious. a plethora of colorful vocabulary that you seem to have no shortage of.

and it's this vocabulary which manages to completely escape you as you stare down at your desk. the same desk adorned with a pack of candy cigarettes (complete with a messily tied bow, which does add up. you're fifty percent positive he doesn't know how to tie his shoes) and a shoddily ripped out piece of paper that sits gracefully next to it. a torn out scrap of a notebook that you're positive everyone in the room as read at least once (and your closet friends thrice).

note. i might have forgotten to post this yesterday, my bad. sometimes i just be writing stuff. this is one of those. does it have a plot? no! does it make sense? not really! is there any cohesive great writing? probably not. but is it my beloved yukkuri? yes!

🧾 © 00127am 2025

[myroseprnceyuta]

DAMN PAPI 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥🖤🎸🤟

[haechanhues]

[9:57pm] ex-boyfriend! yuta is with a pretty girl under his arm, lipstick stains all over the collar of his blouse and his chiseled face. then...he sees you. he doesn't notice the distance between him and the girl he hurries to create. his feet, uncontrollable as they walk him home, right to you. he's stuck. happy? sad? angry? he should be all of it, he just doesn't think he can go through with it. not when you smile at him so sweetly and you both act like the couple he knows you would've been. the girl from earlier makes an angry exit but he doesn't care. ex-boyfriend! yuta will always be a little in love with you. just you.

[hwaflms]

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚! ⭒ bf!yuta x reader 𖦹  𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘! ⭒ fluff 𖦹  𝗪𝗖! ⭒ 0.861k 𖦹 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦! ⭒ none! 𖦹  𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦! ⭒ just a short drabble bc i rly enjoy writing these days <3

[ ☆ 4:37 p.m ] sunlight bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of yours and bf!yuta's shared apartment. the sky is clear, birds are singing and yuta even hums along to some tune playing in his head. you can hear the kids from the apartment below splashing away in the pool, squeals and giggles echoing against the walls. all of these features point to the perfect day to spend outdoors.

which is exactly what you wanted to be doing. deciding earlier in the day that you would go for a walk at around 4:30 p.m, when the time came around, yuta had already put his outside shoes on, water bottle in hand. you would have joined him had it not been for this terrible headache of yours.

you had spent the last half an hour on the couch trying to fight your headache while yuta napped in your bedroom. you had turned over in every position, flipped your cushion over a number of times, even tried blocking out all the sounds from outside with your eyes closed, but to no avail. you had taken a pill for it earlier, but this one was persistent, the dull thud throbbing away inside your head while you lay there trying to numb the pain.

"aww", yuta cooes, finally noticing that you hadn't moved from the couch. "what happened, angel?"

sensing your discomfort, he plops down on the couch in the space between the arm rest and your feet, placing a hand on your calf. "head hurts...", you mumble into the material of the couch, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. yuta makes another sympathetic sound and begins asking you a couple standard questions, such as ‘did you take something for it?’ and ‘have you drank enough water today?’, replying ‘yes’ to all of them.

if this was a regular headache, the pill you took should’ve kicked in by now, but still you lay on the couch, feeling lethargic as ever. looking at the leaves blowing outside with the faint breeze through the window, you try to sit up out of slight guilt but end up feeling groggy and soon, yuta’s gentle but firm arms are helping you lie back down.

“i don’t think i have the energy to go for a walk, babe”, you mumble into the pillow, feeling flushed and sticky all of a sudden. he brings his hand up to your forehead to try and check your temperature, biting his lip in concentration. “i can’t tell if you’re burning up or if my hand is just warm…”, he mutters more to himself than you, but he soon starts talking his shoes off, so it’s pretty much decided that neither of you are leaving the house today. “i may be getting a cold.”

yuta excuses himself to the bedroom for a couple minutes and returns with a damp hand towel and a blanket, lifting your head up ever so gently to seat himself, like you’re made of porcelain. the action makes you giggle weakly but you push yourself up anyway, making space for your boyfriend who softly coaxes your head on to his lap.

his hand immediately finds itself smoothing out your hair, fingers carding through it while you hum appreciatively. this new position is ten times more comfortable than your previous one, head resting easy on yuta’s thighs while he delicately massages your scalp, applying the right amount of pressure. “thank you…”, your voice is a little muffled due to your cheek being squished against his leg, but he recognises the tiredness behind it and the way your eyes droop a little.

yuta adjusts himself so he can reach over to grab the blanket on the coffee table and rest his back against the sofa better, but your eyes are closed and the movement makes you think he’s trying to get up, eyes shooting open immediately. “shh…”, his hands fly back to your hair, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses– your nose, cheeks, eyelids and temple are all victims of the attack. “i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax…”

“mm, don’t want you to catch my cold, if i have one”, you argue feebly, but make no move to get up from his lap, to which yuta replies, “we can be sick together, it’s okay.” remembering the damp towel, yuta folds it one, two, three times before brushing the stray hairs off your forehead and placing it on the warming surface, instantly feeling a sense of relief from the cool material. he smiles softly when he hears you sigh contently, snuggling yourself into him even more when his fingers return to your scalp.

“i’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that”, you warn him slightly incoherently, but you know he understands you because he chuckles a little, dragging his knuckles across the expanse of your cheek endearingly. “that’s the idea, babe. i’ll carry you to bed later, don’t worry.”

and that’s how your afternoon goes, wrapped up in a warm blanket while the throbbing in your head minimises little by little, yuta’s soft hands playing with your hair absentmindedly as your eyes become droopier.

[blue-jisungs]

save you

[ song inspo ! ] save you by yuta

[ author’s note ! ] fun fact!! originally i was inspired by the song... mamushi by meg n yuki chiba LMAO just uh, the line "we are stars" .. i was like,, hell yee, singer power couple yuta n yn! but then yutas solo came out n i uh,,,, yeah, it took a turn. also im really happy w this one hehe <3

[ summary ! ] you decided to prioritize your career. a selfish gesture to do, yuta thought. but in the end... was it?

[ extras ! ] idol!yuta, idol!yn; angst-y/hurt2comfort kinda ? some medical stuff but dont quote me on the accuracy, any med nerds feel free to hmu if something is not right!

[ word count ! ] 1831

“we need to talk” 

those words, oh those horrific words that yuta hoped would never come out of your mouth, struck him like a lighting. 

you were serious, not a single hinge of a positive sign on your face. 

your boyfriend stood still, frozen in time. astoundingly, his heart was racing like a mclaren on a highway. before the ringing in his ears got to his brain, he tried to gaslight himself into thinking it’s nothing serious. such simple words should not impact him that much. and yet… 

“did something happen?” he asked, reaching his hand out. you were standing in the doorway, hesitating to come in. 

“i just… i need you to listen to me” you started softly, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. yuta knew you like the back of his own hand, he knew you’re nervous.

“i’m breaking up with you”

the whole world stopped, including his breath. eyes widening, lips parting and opening in a shocked motion. 

“what?” he breathed out shakily, brows furrowed. 

“it’s not you, yuta. it’s me. i… god, i’m such an asshole but you need to understand. you’re a singer too” you carefully picked your words, as if you practiced million times beforehand. “i need to focus on my career. and maybe it’s also… i have this feeling that i’m only shining because of your light. it’s eating me up alive”

“are you kidding me?” yuta blinked, mind resisting what you just said.

“i’m sorry, i know you’ll hate me. and there’s nothing wrong with you, i love and will love you. i just need to be alone” pearly tears balanced at the edge of your waterline, threatening to spill out, but you quickly wiped them. because of that you smeared a bit of your mascara. your voice was barely above a whisper from the beginning to the end. “you have the right to be furious, to be mad. i get it. so i’ll keep going. i just… i’m sorry, yuta. it’s about me, i need to be selfish this one time”

there was a hint of begging in your voice, this kind of sadness that one has when facing their biggest fear. but yuta was too blinded by a whole hurricane of emotions to notice.

it’s been a year since that night and yuta can still clearly recall this memory. despite having more positive memories with you, this one always plays in his head whenever he sees your face. you released two albums, with one debuting last week number one almost everywhere. the public knew you were dating, since the company put a statement about it. however, they did not say anything about your breakup. 

so often people that haven’t seen him in a while  would congratulate you through him. each time ending with a sour expression on yuta’s face. 

he wanted to reach out but all his friends told him not to (“give it a rest” johnny nagged “clearly she doesn’t give a shit about you”).

but the more time passed by, the more sleepless nights spent in deep thought, yuta realized maybe there was another reason. maybe… 

“don’t overthink it, that’s how life works. i’m sorry man, she clearly loved you. but you’re in this business too, you know how it is” jaehyun would pat his back with a soft smile. 

maybe they were right, maybe it was his heart after all that never came to an agreement with your decision. 

he even texted you a couple of times, always meeting with his messages only being seen. 

“it’s time to let go, yuta. it’s been a year” taeyong’s advice is always the best, in the end. 

“l/n y/n to end her career! the singer didn’t state a reason, only leaving a long apology letter behind for her fans!” 

yuta’s heart halted, feeling as if a freezing icicle ripped through the muscle. 

first of all, he was genuinely shocked. 

second of all, he was worried. you left him to pursue your career and now you’re… leaving? was it all pointless? 

as your ex boyfriend (god, that still sounded strange to him) and as an artist himself, he felt like something was not right. he truly wished the best for you and now… you’re quitting? 

no one seemed to know what’s up – a massive flood of both hate and sad comments on the internet. twitter was filled with conspiracy theories (like, you flopped or you two broke up – which wasn’t wrong, necessarily. but it wasn’t also fully correct). 

yuta knew he had to find out what’s going on. if you’re doing okay. not knowing whether meeting you will only make things worse or better, the only thing he was certain about was facing it. 

the sound of doorbell caused you to stir awake from your nap. you rubbed your eyes and stood up, hoping it’s the takeout you ordered. 

your living room was covered in darkness, blindfolds rolled all the way down. sure, you were tripping all the time but that way you didn’t have to fight with the mess you made. 

you opened the door, leaning to grab the paper bag but instead, your head bumped into something. 

you huffed, looking up. you clearly left a message on the order to leave it on the doorstep because… 

yuta. 

“y/n” 

you gasped, ready to close the door. but his foot sliding between the doorframe prevented you from doing so. 

you two stared at each other in silence, both analyzing the other’s appearance. 

him, red hair stylishly falling on his forehead. he had his loose clothes on, a leather jacket thrown on a grey hoodie. he looked… well. healthy. as if your breakup never happened.

and you… greasy hair, pajamas that you’ve been wearing for the past – god knows how many – days, deep circles under your puffy eyes. 

“is everything okay?” yuta had the courage to speak up first, genuine worry in his voice. 

you could see he was fighting with emotions on the inside. 

opening your mouth and closing it, you wanted to say it. 

instead, tears pricked your eyes. 

your ex was the first person to ask you that question ever since you dropped the announcement. ironic, isn’t it? 

you started hyperventilating, wanting to scream it all out. 

“hey, it’s okay. talk to me” he said gently and watched in terror how your face twisted with sadness, pearly tears rolling down your cheeks “hey, y/n…” 

you jolted forward and hugged him, arms tightly wrapping around his waist. at first, he wasn’t sure. 

code red was booming in his mind, knowing that there’s going to be no way back. but his heart knew he has to be there for you. he has to be the one to comfort you. 

so he did, letting you cry everything out. gently holding you, swaying back and fourth. just like he always used to. 

just when he felt you calming down, breathing becoming more stable, he leaned away with his hands still on your hips. 

“we need to talk” 

hah. 

now that was ironic due to two reasons. 

you nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to come in. yuta did. 

he felt a stench of rotten food and dirty clothes. your place was soaking in darkness… not a natural one, it was still sunny outside. anxiety rushed over his body. things are certainly not right. 

you sighed deeply and ran your fingers through your hair, thinking. 

then, you lead him into your bedroom. 

quickly putting the blindfolds up and then sweeping the piles of clothes off your bed, you had to squint your eyes. you had to adjust for the natural lighting. 

you felt yuta’s burning gaze on you. 

with a heavy heart, you pulled out your phone. 

“i’m worried. i have my own challenges and struggles but i feel like you need saving more than me” he hummed softly, ebony eyes scanning you with a tender gaze. 

he saw you swallow hardly, typing something. then, you turned your phone around with tears pooling in your eyes once again. 

the note read: “i lost my voice permanently”

his heart dropped, breathing coming to a halt. 

“what?” his head is spinning, panic settling in. that’s a horror for a singer. 

you nodded and added something else. 

“i got aphonia. i recently had laryngitis, it disappeared and then appeared again. and so on. until one day it didn’t go away. but my doctor warned me beforehand that this may happen” 

yuta closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to reject it. he heard of those illnesses, of course he did. his vocal coach mentioned them but also said that they are very rare, often affecting only 0.4% of the people between ages of 14 and 35. 

but he didn’t think… out of all people… it would be you. 

he opened his eyes, wanting to say something… anything. no words came out, his throat feeling as if someone held it with an iron grip. 

you switched to another note. he looked at the date and his eyes widened upon realizing. 

the day before you broke up with him. you already knew, you had it prewritten. 

“i thought this day would come and you know how much of an overthinker i am. maybe it’s good i lost my voice because i wouldn’t be able to say it out loud without my voice breaking. 

yuta, i wanted to break up with you to save you from pain. i didn’t want you to see me struggle, to see me rot inside because im not able to do what is my passion. 

i knew i’d lose my voice sooner or later and wanted to record one or two last albums before i wouldn’t be able to. i wanted to put all my heart in, i knew i had to focus. and spare you pain. 

i’m sorry. i know i ended up hurting you nevertheless. it was inevitable

maybe you wou” 

the last word was clearly stopped halfway, a thought escaping you. 

just when he finished reading, he realized you’re crying again. 

everything clicked suddenly, like a puzzle. why were you whispering when you broke up with him, that you did it so he wouldn’t see you suffer. so your decision was just a cover and it wasn’t selfish after all, no. it was the complete opposite. 

“it’s alright, it’s alright” yuta said, stepping closer. he wrapped arms around you, pressing your head to his chest gently. the drum of his heart made you shake… you missed that sound “i’ll save you. we’ll go to different doctors. there has to be a cure–”

he wasn’t able to finish because you just shook your head with a loud sniff. “i’ll be here for you now” 

you felt weak. like a burden.  

“we’ve got this” yuta whispered, a bittersweet feeling in his heart. he hated seeing you in pain, especially such a big one. but now it was his turn to be selfless and help you, save you; love you. 

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[hugs2doie]

nini, hi!! can i request some silly bestie! jungwoo or yuta txts?? your writings are so cute 🩵🍀

bff!yuta texts

thwse were so fun to makw omg??? i lovw u!

hope u like these and rhank u a lot omg

[dollechan]

ruee, faz uma one com o yuta, onde a leitora eh mto ciumentinha e ele quer “tirar” esse ciúmes dela de outro jeito 🤓☝️

❝ só assim 'pra tirar esse teu ciúme né? ❞

𖥔 ₊ ֗ yuta!friend x femreader, smut, reader meio ciumenta, br!au(?), yuta aquariano nato e meio problemático, eles são só amigos e essa é a primeira ficada deles, mirror sex, pet names, yuta!bigdick

a/n: eu simplesmente não sei mais escrever, mas fiquem com isso ai, e obgda pela paciência anonie

– Não Yuta, eu não vou assistir o filme dos mamonas assassinas com você. – Para em frente ao espelho do seu guarda roupa, checando o look para o seu encontro. Ignora o japonês que está sentado na sua cama, bem atrás de você.

– Isso é algum tipo de vingança por ter ficado com sua amiga? Relaxa bebê, não foi nada. – Observa a postura dele pelo espelho, as pernas espaçadas, a calça marcando as coxas torneadas e os cabelos longos caindo nos olhos deixam ele muito mais atraente do que já é.

O único— ou melhor, maior — problema do seu melhor amigo alternativo aqui é que ele é homem puta, não sabe ficar com uma, quer todas. E só no tempo dele. Yuta não quer compromisso e sobra para você que tem que ficar amiga das ficantes dele, mesmo que depois de umas duas semanas ela não fale mais contigo. Yuta é bonito, muito bonito, mas ter um amigo com essa fama não era lá tão bom, ele era um puto e ele sabia que acabava com as estruturas de qualquer um, incluindo as sua.

– Olha princesa, tudo bem você não querer ver o filme comigo, mas e aquele show que a gente já comprou os ingressos? Vai me dar um migué e meter o pé que nem semana passada? – Ele se aproxima por trás, põe as mãos no seu ombro e sussurra no seu ouvido: – Tu não 'tá com ciúmes e pensando em não ir nesse show comigo, né? – Ciúmes o que, Nakamoto, eu lá tenho ciúmes de você? É com essas coisas que eu rio muito.

Acontece que você não sabe mentir para o japonês, não sabe disfarçar, e isso é um problema. Você limpa a garganta e faz menção de sair da frente do espelho mas ele te impede. Segura firme no seu ombro e sorri para o espelho, e para você. – Aonde pensa que vai? – 'Pro meu encontro?! – Não, não vai não.

Yuta te guia pelo seu quarto, te coloca sentadinha na sua cama, chega a ser engraçado como ele te manuseia como uma bonequinha. – Minha bonequinha. Ele lê tua mente e entende teus sinais como ninguém, Yuta sabe que seus olhos falam por si. Ele entende, vê o medo que está sentindo com a proximidade, vê o desespero por algo em você, dentro de você. – Sabe princesa eu sempre tive uma fantasia com você. – Ele continua ali, na sua frente acariciando seu rosto. – Não me olha como se eu fosse um lascado, eu só penso demais em você e em outras coisas também… Se senta do seu lado, te pega e ajeita para ficar certinha no colo dele. A sainha que você usa mal cobre sua bunda e ele tem a visão perfeita disso pelo espelho do seu guarda-roupa. – Te foder e poder ver tudinho dali 'ó, o que você acha? Não pensa, não responde e ele entende isso como um 'sim' para poder se enterrar em você. Então ele não perde tempo, não demora a tirar o pau pesado da calça e afastar sua calcinha, brinca com a sua fenda, o dedão pressionando o seu pontinho. – Já 'tá molhada com tão pouco amor? – Você chia, não consegue emitir mais nenhum som além de gemidos doces e chiados. Yuta te ergue um pouco só para poder entrar dentro de você, suas paredes esmagando a cabecinha gorda dele e por pouco não conseguiu levar tudo mas, você é uma "boa garota", iria conseguir. Fica parada por um tempo, abraça o japonês pelo pescoço, impedindo ele de ver seu rosto vermelho e seus olhos marejados. Mas Yuta olha pelo espelho, a saia, sua bunda e ele ali dentro, é a realização de tantas fantasias obscuras. Quando finalmente começa a se movimentar sente que ele vai te partir ao meio, o sobe e desce começa a ficar mais frenético assim como os barulhinhos molhados ficam mais altos. – Só assim 'pra tirar esse teu ciúme né. – O Nakamoto aperta a carne da tua coxa e em resposta você aperta ele mais ainda. – Porra vou ter que te fazer ciúmes mais vezes então. – Yuta, por favor… Eu… – Eu o quê? Fala princesa. – Dá um tapinha leve na sua bunda, te incentivando a completar a frase. – E vou… Ah!

Não termina a frase de novo, as pernas treme, a voz embarga mais ainda, e fica mais molinha do que já estava. Você tinha chegado no ápice.

– Muito bem princesa. Agora você me perdoa?

Não responde, ele sabe que você não lembra nem do seu nome agora mas Yuta também sabe que depois disso vai querer estar sempre com "ciuminho".