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multifandomslxt · 5 months ago

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Tramp - Stamp

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader

Synopsis: After years of silently admiring him from afar, your friends have finally convinced you to break the ice with the guy who's been the subject of your secret crush: Yuta Nakamoto, the renowned tattoo artist. His mere presence sends a wave of excitement through you...all of you. luckily you happen to have a particular design in mind—a tramp stamp—that you've been itching to get inked onto your skin.

WARNING: Smut, unprotected p in v ( use protection kids), choking, spitting, hair pulling, mirrors (hehe), crying, begging, needles, smoking, Yuta is mean but sweet (lol), READER IS CHUBBY!! stretch marks, love handles, back rolls, stomach rolls etc. (if you don't like it, don't read it), Reader calls Yuta "Daddy", Yuta calls reader "bunny".

A/N: I have nothing against lower back tattoos or tramp stamps. I plan to get one myself actually. however, the term tramp stamp will have a different meaning in this fic.

I apologize in advance for any typos. Enjoy!

"Finally!" Minhee, your best friend of five years mutters, exasperation dripping from her voice.

Your bottom lip juts out in distaste. "What do you mean finally? I mentioned this to you just a couple months ago."

"Yeah, Y/N, but come on, you usually back out of these things, y'know?" Minhee explains, a playful smirk on her lips.

You sigh, not bothering to argue because you know she's right. There was a good reason, though. You grew up sheltered, and because of that, you just shied away from things that would draw attention to you.

For example, a tramp stamp.

Minhee squeals and shimmies her shoulders in excitement. "So… who's gonna do it?"

Huh… You hadn’t really gotten that far in your thoughts. You just figured you would go to a random tattoo parlor with good enough reviews.

You shrug. "I'll just choose somewhere with great reviews."

Minhee looks at you quizzically, tilting her head. "Good reviews? Why? Yuta's sho—"

You hold your hand up, stopping her mid-sentence. You roll your eyes. "Don't even think about it."

Minhee mimics you, rolling her eyes as well. "Y/N, you've wanted to fuck the guy since high school."

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassing memories resurfacing. "Minhee, please," you beg.

Besides, even if you did allow Yuta to tattoo you, there was no way in hell he would do anything more. You weren’t his type. He didn’t say that to you, but after years of stalking his social media pages like a creep, it was obvious you were definitely not his cup of tea. And it bothered you more than it should have.

"But Y/N, how will you get out of your shell without trying something new?" Minhee pleads. "Just trust me, the worst thing he can do is just give you the tattoo and never talk to you again." She shrugs.

You bite your lip in contemplation. That is true.

Fuck it.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Another squeal. "Yes! I'll book your appointment."

After some taps on her phone, she says, "Friday, 12:30."

You exhale, already hearing your heart pounding in your ears.

~~~~~

It was Friday, 12:15 PM.

You stood outside Yuta's tattoo parlor, teetering on the edge of decision. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the cloudy sky reflected your inner turmoil.

Minhee had called you earlier, her voice a mix of encouragement and threat. "Just spread your wings a little. See where it takes you," she had urged over the phone. "If you back out, I'll never talk to you again."

Hopefully not an embarrassing fall from grace, you thought.

Sighing, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and pushed the door open. The chime above the door announced your arrival with a soft tinkle, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your ears.

Your eyes darted to every corner of the shop within your sight. Holy shit.

It was dark. So fucking dark.

The parlor was an extension of Yuta himself. Black leather furniture, dark wood shelves, and posters of intricate, shadowy designs adorned the walls. Even the decorative plants were a deep, almost black, green. The only color contrasts were the neon signs casting an eerie glow and the cherry red telephone on the receptionist's desk.

And, of course, you.

A horrible choice to wear a baby pink crop top. You had hoped not to stand out, for crying out loud.

"Spread your wings," you muttered to yourself, taking another deep breath.

You made your way to the receptionist, pretending not to notice her staring at you since you stood outside. Her gaze was intense, but her smile was warm and welcoming.

"Hello, how may I help you today, sweetheart?" the receptionist asked.

"Hi, umm, I have an appointment? I'm Y/N for 12:30."

The receptionist nodded immediately, typing away and glancing at her computer screen. "Ah… 12:30 with Yuta." She looked up, waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded.

She smiled again. "Go through that door and wait; he'll be right with you."

The door she pointed to was, of course, dark wood, almost black, adorned with posters of various butterfly tattoos. A gold name plate read, "N. YUTA."

You exhaled once more, your heart hammering in your chest, and made your way toward the door, each step echoing in the dimly lit room.

The door opened with a soft creak, and my gosh, the light almost blinded you. Such a contrast from the waiting area.

The walls were a dark red with random splashes of black paint, all four sides adorned with even more sketches. Butterflies, swords, cartoons, and so much more.

a stool, and a bed -where you assumed customers lay down or sat on when getting tattooed- stood in the middle of the room. A table right beside the stool stood with different inks and the tools Yuta would need to tattoo someone. And, of course, there was a huge light standing over the bench and stool.

You awkwardly took a seat at the edge of the bed. The second you sat down, the door opened again, revealing Yuta.

His head was down, focused on his phone screen. You took this opportunity to look at him. Like, really look at him.

His black hair was grown out just above his shoulders, framing his face with an almost rough ethereal beauty. He was clad in all black—black pants and a black crop top that revealed just the tiniest bit of his butterfly tattoo and a fucking belly button piercing.

fuck me.

Finally, he looked up, and you quickly looked away.

his eyes were darker than you remembered.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth and rich, with a hint of amusement.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm Y/N."

He nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'm Yuta. I'll be tattooing you today," he said, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. he smelled like cigarettes and faintlu of cologne.

it made you dizzy.

"Yeah, I know that. So, umm, I have my design—if that's okay?" you stumbled, trying to keep your composure.

The way he was staring so deeply at you like he could see through you.

It almost made you want to hide.

like a predator stalking its prey.

He stared at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before saying something that made your heart nearly stop. "You're still so shy after all these years, bunny?"

Bunny?

Did he just call you... No.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Had he recognized you? Your cheeks flushed as old, buried memories began to resurface. You had known Yuta back in high school, but you never thought he’d remember you. Let alone a nickname you thought he had long forgotten.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. "Y-you remember me?"

Yuta chuckled softly, a dark, almost predatory look in his eyes. "Of course I do. Some things you just don't forget."

butterflies erupted in your belly as you felt your finger tips tingle

You wanted to be under him so badly that your body ached.

The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, peeling away the layers you had built around yourself over the years.

"Well then," he said, leaning forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see that design."

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the paper with your design on it. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. For a brief moment Yuta's body stiffened.

Holy fuck.

Did he want you too?

He examined the design, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. " You drew this?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

he looks up at you quizzically causing your breathing to hasten

"do i still have to remind you to use your words bunny?" he asks his tone joking but his posture changed. from slouching to upright and his jaw was clenched. his eyes were a little darker and a little more demanding.

You realized that he wanted to hear you and he wanted it now.

your breath hitches before squeaking out a quiet "no"

he smiles, relaxes his posture and nods approvingly "Good girl"

This was unfair.

you wanted to affect him as much as he affected you.

Yuta looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. "it's nice. it suits you. where do you want it?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "on my back please" you whispered.

Yuta raises a dark eyebrow in question "This seems a little small for the middle of your back bunny."

"no no, you don't understand" you you chuckle nervously

he looks at you expectantly, crossing his arms at his chest and tilting his head "Well make me understand sweetheart"

"I'll just show you" You get up from the bed and turn around

lifting our shirt revealing your lower back just above your ass.

you reach behind you and attempt to point to that spot "right here. I want it right here please."

A beat of silence passes, and another and another before you decide to turn around slightly.

his eyes lazily looked at you from head to toe.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity before he replied in a strained voice,

"A tramp stamp?"

You smiled, feeling a rush of boldness, and with a flicker of hesitation, dropped your shirt, fully facing him now.

"Yes," you confirmed, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves within you. God, he made you so jittery.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes still fixed on you, observing every move as if he were deciphering a complex puzzle.

"Who's it for?" he questioned, his tone tinged with the same strain as before.

Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze. "Me?" you responded, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

He chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Fucking hell, you're trying to kill me."

" A tramp stamp just for your own amusement, bunny? And you want me to do it?" His words carried a mix of disbelief and a hint of something deeper, perhaps longing.

With a resigned sigh, he walked over to his stool and took a seat, motioning for you to shut the door.

It was common knowledge that when Yuta worked, he kept the door cracked, but shutting it completely? That was unheard of.

You decided to comply, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. Closing the door softly behind you, you approached him with slow, steady steps, stopping in between his parted legs.

"A tattoo on your lower back," he mused carefully, his hands moving to grasp your love handles possessively leading you to the bed.

"You're putting ideas in my head." he whispers still staring at you hips.

His words were laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes bore into yours so intently it made you heart race and your heart clench.

Did he want you to beg for it?

fine, you came prepared for that anyway.

'Please...ruin me. Fucking ruin me.'

is what you would have said if you were brave enough, instead all you could get out was

"oh..i-"

Yuta chuckles "flustered?"

you clear your throat and look away

a finger lifts your chin causing you to meet his predatory gaze again

"I'm gonna be real with you here bunny, I want to fuck your brains out. not professional of me I know but I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't know you wanted it too"

~~~~~

your fingers clawed at his back as he fucked you against the wall

his balls rhythmically slapping against you

you looked down enjoying the sight of him fucking into you , his cock branded with a white ring of your cum.

"Yuta," you gasp, breath hitching, "I want more."

“Oh, you want more?” he responds with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I can definitely give you more."

The motion of his thrusts causes your stomach to quiver, muscles trembling in response as your body matches his rhythm. Each movement is intense, sending waves of sensation through you.

Your throat feels raw from all the shouting and moaning—so much so that you can barely voice how close you are. Instead, your grip tightens around his arm, fingers digging into his skin in a desperate, wordless plea, silently telling him that you’re right on the edge.

"Already, Y/N?" he taunts, not even slowing his relentless pace. His voice is a mix of amusement and intensity, each word vibrating through you.

Before you can process his words, the sensation crashes over you, making your toes curl, your back arching away from the wall. Your mouth falls open, releasing a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure grips you.

The release is so intense that tears spill down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of it all. But he doesn't stop—his rhythm remains the same, drawing out every ounce of sensation, leaving you breathless and barely able to think.

have you ever been fucked so hard you stomach started to hurt?

but fuck, you didn't want him to stop

soon you started to feel the burn of it all, our body twitched and trembled.

you fought so hard to speak but you couldn't even form a thought

suddenly it was all too much.

your head spun , your eyes rolled back and your body shook with one more orgasm

"Yuta please!" you screamed your hand instinctually trying to push him away from you and he only responded by gripping both your wrist in one hand.

"behave!" he growled out biting your nipple as a form of punishment but all that did was give you another orgasm.

"Ah! I'm-oh...please...fuck me daddy....please" you cried hysterically.

It's embarrassing what a good fuck can do to the mind

"Fuck bunny, such a dirty fucking mouth" he whispers as he bring his hand to your face gripping your jaw.

"open for me baby" he coos

you mouth is wide open not even a millisecond later and oh my hell

you died and came back when he spat in your mouth.

"swallow that shit" he thrusts deeper and harder.

"SHIT!" You scream out as he reaches a spot that you never had touched

he smiles at you mischievously "found it"

and just like that you had two more orgasms before you realized,

Yuta didn't cum yet

which could only mean one thing

"I'm not done with you bunny. I want you from the back"

You shook your head, still in a daze. " T-tired....t'much...mmm"

he kisses your temple oh so sweetly as anything but sweet words fall from his lips "i know baby but I want to see you cry some more when i fuck you harder. besides, don't you want daddy to cum all over you baby?

you look up at him with tear filled eyes "yes daddy"

he smiles showing his teeth "then be a good bunny and get on all fours for me"

"ah fuck" was what he said when he finally sank into you again.

his hands roamed your back squeezing and giving attention to your rolls

"You were fucking made for me" he moaned out in utter bliss.

looks like you did affect him like he affected you.

he was relentless with his thrust.

so fucking eager.

the room was just filled with the sound of your ass meeting his cock and oh was it music to your ears

"the view from here is fucking amazing baby"

he slaps your ass cheek repeatedly and you already know its bruised red.

from the mirror on the wall you could see him rubbing his hands all over your stretch marks as he mouths an inaudible "fuck"

You also see that he's going to take it up a notch when he lifts one of his legs up on to the stool. giving him a deeper angle as he pummels into you

"you grip on the white sheet on the tattoo bed as you scream

"I'M GONNA CUM!"

you fall on your chest as the strength leaves your arms. your eyes blur with tears for the the umpteenth time and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood

"I know baby me too" he pants out chest heaving as he tries to maintain his pace

"mmm-I'm cumming...i'm cumming- ah shit!" you manage to get out as your stomach tightens.

you feel Yuta swelling inside you but he pulls out just intime as white ropes of cum are painted over your back.

you barley can keep your eyes open as you see Yuta use his hands to spread his cum all over your stretchmark- filled ass cheeks

"holy shit: he says collapsing on top of you.

you're quiet for a moment not finding the strength to speak as yet

"i should've taken you on a date first bunny" Yuta says filling the silence

you sigh contently "you still can."

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10byten · 4 months ago

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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.”

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melanated-writersblock · 2 months ago

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Sound Check ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

[Rockstar!Yuta x BlackFem!Rockstar!Reader]

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

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

*knock!*

*KNOCK!*

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

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

“I’m coming!” You inhale sharply,

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

“FUCK! I said I’m coming!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She said she’s coming.”

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

“Go out there and crush it.”

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jina-juhi · 1 year ago

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Feels like

you can love again.

Pairing : Johnny × fem!reader

Rating : 18+

warning: smut with plot, protected sex, i tried fluff? fluffy sex? and heart break. and basically all things sex. oh alcoholism. cute sex? plus doggy style plus face sitting:) oral m/f

word count : 4.5k

summary : I could fuck you, right here, right now, but only if you'd ask.

[if you wanna skip to the smut part just go straight down]

Playlist

all too well, Taylor Swift

you heard me, Heather Sommer

1 step forward, 3 steps back, Olivia rodrigo

graveyard, halsey

right where you left me, taylor swift

wouldn't come back, Trousdale

ghost of you, Selena Gomez

company, Justin Bieber

yours, Raiden

crushing, illenium

begin again, Taylor Swift

feels like, Gracie Abraham

link

When all is said and done, and the person you loved is no longer there, what's left to do? How do you cope when you've given your all, only to find yourself empty, a mere shell of your former self? It's like being left with nothing but bones and muscles, a broken machine barely keeping you going.

So, how do you restart? How do you function when they've taken everything and left you with nothing? How do you shift your mindset to believe that this is all for the better? And most daunting of all, how do you open your heart to love again?

It feels like trying to breathe without air, as if the very essence of life has deserted you, leaving behind a jagged landscape of shattered pieces. It's dangerous to get too close to those sharp edges, so you stand alone and don't let anyone close. Trying to find yourself again.

Stand alone and contemplate what you've gotten yourself into and what you've done to yourself. How could you have ignored the warning signs? They were crystal clear. How could you have not predicted it? Too innocent.

Too gullible to let him in.

Thinking about it now feels pointless. "He was a nice guy, but he was too caught up in himself. He never really saw me. He claimed he did, but I never felt truly understood," you confide while he brews your coffee.

"I never felt loved by him," you add, as he sets the mugs on the counter—one for each of you. It's a chilly evening, and the cafe where he works is quieter than usual. You're a regular here; it feels like a safe haven, a place where you can find comfort in familiarity. You accept your coffee in silence, opting not to say more.

"Take a deep breath," he urges, his voice gentle as he nods, trying to seem strong and supportive. "How?" you reply absentmindedly, staring out the window where the fog thickens by the second. The ache in your heart grows, and despair overwhelms you as you fall back into the familiar trap of negative thoughts.

"He wasn't giving you what you needed. You shouldn't have to beg for love. Believe me when I say it's for the best that he's gone." He says.

"I loved him."

"You did, Maybe you still do, but people change," he interjects gently, his gaze fixed on the coffee between you, his words carefully chosen. "In different ways. You may have promised forever, but forever is a long time. Sometimes you grow together, and sometimes... you grow apart. It's nobody's fault in the end. You just drift away, lose that connection, maybe take each other for granted, and before you know it, the fights start."

His voice falters slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. "I know it might not make sense right now, but what I'm trying to say is... you deserved more than what he could give you. Trust me, you're better off without him."

You inhale deeply, shaking your head in resignation. Raindrops cascade down the window, distorting the glow of the city lights outside. His words echo in your mind, and as you take another sip of coffee, its comforting aroma envelops you. Yes, he's right. You're undeniably better off without him, yet the ache lingers.

Why does it still hurt, months after the breakup? Why does the pain persist, stubbornly refusing to fade away? Days blur into months, but the heartache remains a constant companion. People change, move on. But the pain always stays. It gets a little better each day. You learn to accept. You learn to love yourself. Yet, just when you think you've moved on, something triggers that familiar ache, dragging you back to square one.

But life doesn't pause for heartache. Despite the pain, the world keeps spinning, and you move forward, one step forward and three steps back, hating, crying, wanting, but never stopping.

~~~

A year and almost a half have passed since then. Things have been getting better. The clouds are clearing up, leaving behind a little less hurt and a lot more clarity. There's a sense of hold, of something stirring within—gratefulness, perhaps, or hope. Or maybe its the sound of a familiar ring at the door. You turn around to see a familiar face, a smile lighting up your face as you recognize Johnny.

"A latte, please," you say as he approaches, his presence bringing a comforting warmth to the room. Johnny nods, his gentle demeanor never faltering as he starts to brew your coffee. Johnny's a gentleman, and a law student. He works part-time in this cafe, not because he's broke or anything. He simply lives the high life. Gym first, then college, and then in the cafe followed by late nights of studying. He's a quiet guy who keeps to himself. Disciplined and courteous. Doesn't really like to waste his time on the things undeserving of his attention.

Your friendship with Johnny began in this very place. You remember it must have been around 10 o'clock at night, you had just split up with your ex. It was a stormy night, It felt like the world was collapsing around you and someone was sucking the breath out of your lungs, alone and broken, you found this cafe nearby. The rain was pouring nonstop, so you decide to take refuge, sitting in the corner, your tears flow with the raindrops tapping against the windowpane.

Jhonny brings you a cup of coffee and a napkin with words of reassurance, "It'll be okay, just hold on."

He saw you when you felt invisible to the world, and he understood you when no one else could. In Johnny, you found not just a friend, but a shimmer of light in your darkest moments.

You still have that note.

Jhonny could hardly fathom the possibility of falling in love, especially with someone as uniquely eccentric as you. Little did he know, his heart had already been quietly captivated by your presence over the passing months. As you walked through that door, disheveled and drenched from the rain, the only word that echoed in his mind was "beautiful." From that moment on, an unspoken longing stirred within him, urging him to reach out and connect with you. He extended that napkin, not just to offer solace, but as a gesture of his desire to understand you, to unravel the mysteries you hide behind those smiles. There was an enigmatic force pulling him toward you, compelling him to take that first step.

You became a regular at the café, grateful for Johnny's caring nature. It seemed like nobody else noticed you like he did. Unintentionally, Johnny had fallen deeply in love with you over the past few months. He paid attention to everything about you - your likes, dislikes, comfort songs, and movies you could watch a 100 times.

He became your confidance, your best friend, always there when you needed him. Watching you cry over someone unworthy filled him with the desire to show you wat true love actually is. Late at night, he found himself thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, if you had eaten, or if you were thinking of him. He felt your sadness as if it were his own and rejoiced in your happiness. But despite his feelings, he couldn't bring himself to confess his love.

Simply put, Johnny wanted you. He wanted to show you what true love was, and that no girl deserved to be treated the way you were, left alone in the middle of nowhere, weeping in the pouring rain. Hearing about your past hurt him, but it also revealed your strength and resilience, which only made him love you more. He wasn't drawn to the roses and smiles you showed the world; he was captivated by the scars and bruises you tried to hide.

The more Johnny got to know you, the deeper he fell.

However, he made a conscious decision to hold back because he didn't want to become a rebound love. Instead, he wished for you to heal from the wounds of your past relationship, to move forward and see him for who he truly was, not just as a replacement for what your ex lacked.

He longed for the day when you would accept him completely, with no remains of the past clouding your judgment. So, he waited patiently, hoping for your heart to mend. Hoping for you to let go. Hoping for you to see him.

Time passed away, six months turned into a year, yet you still struggled to let go completely. Though it was getting better, the ghost of your past still lingered, haunting your thoughts and emotions.

How could you not feel shattered? Johnny was just too good for you, too kind. But when you've been hurt before, love becomes terrifying. Trying to piece things together while pretending to be okay is exhausting. It's hard to focus on anything when you're struggling to keep it together. Knowing you love someone and they love you back, yet being unable to fully embrace it because you're afraid of losing them, of getting hurt again - it's paralyzing.

And then there's the guilt. Even though your past relationship ended a year ago, the promises made still weigh heavily on your conscience. How do you reconcile having Johnny in your thoughts while someone else occupies a part of your heart? It feels unfair to him, but you can't shake the feeling.

How are you supposed to let go and move forward when your heart is still stuck in the past? People say "move on" like it's easy, it's anything but easy. It feels like an impossible task, especially when nobody seems to understand what you're going through.

Except for him. Johnny. He understands.

It's so damn difficult," you thought to yourself, feeling the weight of your emotions. Letting go seemed like the simplest solution, but in reality, it was anything but easy. As Johnny led you towards his flat, the thought lingered at the back of your mind.

He mentioned the party he was hosting with his friends at him appartment, someone got a job or something. The atmosphere inside was luxurious, yet simple. with crimson sofas exuding a regal aura in the soft golden light. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla candles and the sound of champagne being poured, it was cozy.

The gathering was intimate, with only the chosen few invited. Amidst the fancy party, all you could think about was Johnny. You wanted to tell him how you felt, that you'd fallen for him too, about the guilt that shouldn't be feeling. Johnny was the best guy you'd ever met, and you couldn't just let him go because you were scared. Even though your past hasn't been great, you didn't want to hurt him because you knew he loved you too. Since the day you met, he's been there for you. And he still is, always there in every little thing. It feels like you're stuck in between, torn between your feelings for him and the uncertainty.

As Johnny left momentarily, you found yourself walking towards the balcony, away from the small talk and pretense inside, with a bottle of champagne. all you needed was a stunning view of the city's glittering skyscrapers, illuminated by the twinkling lights.

You craved peace of mind, a moment to quiet the storm raging within you. Being around Johnny, even for just an hour, had a profound effect on you, all the thoughts and insecurities on one side, and all the feelings of desire and lust, unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

There was no rush of blood and getting all hot and bothered every time your prior partner looked at you. You would never have felt this shy and nervous in his presence. Yes, there was attraction, but nothing like this, but with Johnny, it is the exact opposite. His mere presence left you weak-kneed and breathless, yearning to surrender to the intoxicating pull between you. He awakens you. He makes you want to succumb to him, give into him.

Yes, you yearn to experience the warmth of love, to be cherished and valued in return. And perhaps, deep down, you crave these feelings from Johnny, who has shown himself to be both kind and breathtakingly amazing. The way he gazes at you speaks volumes about his feelings for you.

It's confusing, isn't it? Frightening even. Because all you've ever known about Love is that it breaks and burns and ends, yet here you are, falling for Johnny despite your fears. It's a terrifying feeling, but there's something about it that makes you want to continue. Makes you want to keep dreaming. But you're afraid to confess your feelings, terrified that you'll only end up hurting Johnny in the process. It's hard to find the words, to admit to yourself, let alone to him, that you're falling for him. But despite the uncertainty and the fear, there's an urge within you, a desire to reach out and claim him for your own. All you want is to grab his face, to feel his lips against yours, and to lose yourself in the sweetness of his embrace.

Hard.

And never let him go. You've been thinking about it, about you. And him. And since, you've been moving on, you've been trying to forget and forgive and embrace and accept. You have come to a conclusion that amidst all the chaos, Johnny was the only one there. And that you have hopelessly fallen in love with him.

~~~

Hey," he says, joining you on the balcony, "you're standing alone?"

"Hey jj," you reply, meeting his gaze.

"You call me 'jj' when you're happy," he remarks, puzzled because your tone isn't cheerful.

"I guess I'm happy, sort of. It's been a while, but it feels good," you admit, looking at him standing beside you. He smiles, his eyes filled with happiness. He's genuinely pleased for you.

"That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

"Nope, I'm having a pretty good time," you say, pulling the glass away from him. He noticed a whole bottle nearby on the floor. "I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

darling.

Even in the dim light, Johnny couldn't miss the blush spreading across your cheeks. He's skilled at noticing your reactions and knows how to tease you.

Trying to steer the conversation away from any awkwardness, you say, "So I was thinking..."

"About?" he interjects playfully, trying to provoke a response.

"Everything that's happened, you know, with my ex, and then with you," you begin, but he interrupts.

"Oh, nothing happened between us, as far as I can remember... unless..." he trails off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"That's not what I meant," you quickly clarify.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. But I kinda wish you did mean it," he mutters under his breath, a smirk forming on his face.

You feel your thoughts becoming fuzzy as you both dance around the topic. Usually, your brain would shut down any such ideas, but tonight feels different. Instead of being repelled, you feel drawn to him, wanting something you've suppressed for so long.

Despite trying to hold back, you find yourself unable to think of anything else.

As the alcohol courses through your veins, emboldening your desires, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to ask him what has been in your mind for quite a long time, and so you ask "If I were to ask for a kiss, would you kiss me? Right here, right now?"

The intensity in his gaze heightens, his pupils dilating as his demeanor shifts, becoming more serious. "Ask me," he demands, his jaw clenched with anticipation. His eyes linger on your lips before locking onto yours, a silent plea echoing within them.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you turn away, feeling a rush of emotions flooding your senses. With a deep breath, you struggle to compose yourself, but before you can respond, he chuckles softly. "I knew you didn't have the nerve," he remarks, his tone teasing yet tinged with disappointment. Meeting his gaze once more, you're taken aback by his confidence. As he straightens himself and takes a sip of his drink, his words hang heavily in the air. "I don't know how much longer I can wait for you," he confesses, his voice low and filled with longing, "but if you were to ask me to fuck you right here, right now, I wouldn't even think once." With that declaration, practically deadpanned on your face, he goes inside the flat, leaving you to grapple with your miserable self.

~~~

The night after that seemed to stretch endlessly, a void you couldn't escape. Frustration and regret gnawed at your mind, You turned to more alcohol, a fleeting attempt to numb the pain within, but it only amplified the train of thoughts swirling in your head.

As you sat alone on the balcony, the chilly night air enveloped you, matching the coldness you felt inside. Time lost its meaning, slipping through your fingers as you drowned in a sea of overthinking. Every possible scenario played out in your mind like a relentless storm, each outcome more daunting than the last. What could have happened if you could have just said.

Johnny appears through the doorframe. His presence was unexpected, you thought he was mad yet oddly comforting, a reminder that you weren't completely alone in this chaotic night. "Will you spend the whole night here?" he asked, concern etched in his voice. But you were too lost in your own thoughts to fully grasp his words.

Refusing to retreat from your self-imposed exile, you remained rooted to the spot, the numbness spreading through your limbs. Yet Johnny persisted, his care evident as he gently coaxed you back inside. "It's cold. Come inside, everybody left already," he urged, worry evident in his eyes.

Too weary to resist, you allowed him to guide you indoors, his touch grounding you in reality. As he settled you into his bed, a wave of familiarity washed over you, a stark reminder of the times you'd been here before, always on the edge of leaving. You had been here countless times, yet never truly stayed. But tonight was different. Tonight, you found yourself unable to muster the strength to leave, surrendering to the comfort of his presence, if only for a fleeting moment.

As he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, you instinctively reached out, clinging to his shirt. "Kiss me," you implored, your gaze locking with his warm brown eyes, overflowing with affection.

His response came with a gentle sigh, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. "You're drunk," he stated softly, his voice laced with worry.

"I am, but I can still make sense of it all," you insisted, determination shining through the haze of intoxication.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, okay?" Johnny reassured, his face drawing closer to yours.

"Please," you exhaled, closing your eyes, feeling the weight of your confession pressing down on you. "I know I'm the worst person alive right now but I- I'm just afraid. Please understand. I want you, I do, but it's so scary."

"Shh, it's okay, I know," he murmured, his words a soothing balm to your troubled soul. "I know you're trying."

Foreheads pressed together, your breaths mingled, each exhalation a testament to the vulnerability you shared in that moment. "I'm sorry," you whispered, the weight of your guilt heavy on your heart.

"You don't have to be," he replied, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture of forgiveness. "Look at me."

As you met his gaze once more, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Relax, okay? I'm happy that you opened up about it."

"I'm sorry," you repeated, the words a mantra of remorse.He shook his head gently, his touch comforting. "Let's try sleeping now, shall we? Don't think about it." With his reassurance enveloping you like a warm blanket, you allowed yourself to drift into the embrace of sleep, for the first time with him.

As consciousness reluctantly seeped into your foggy mind, a wave of discomfort washed over you, fueled by the repercussions of last night's poor choices. The harsh glare of morning light pierced through your eyelids, adding to the throbbing ache behind your temples.

Attempting to remove yourself from the confines of the bed proved to be a tough task, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and your head swimming with dizziness. Searching for Johnny's presence beside you, you found only an empty space, adding to the disorientation.

Succumbing to defeat, you surrendered to the comfy embrace of the mattress, sinking into its softness as you lay there, gazing blankly at the ceiling above. Dehydration gnawed at your parched throat. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, the world around you faded into a haze of half-formed thoughts and fleeting sensations. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan above served as a lullaby.

In the midst of this surreal feeling, fragments of memories from the night before flickered like distant stars in the night sky. Realization and what-ifs danced at the edges of your mind, their haunting presence a constant reminder of the consequences of your actions.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, there lingered a glimmer of hope, a faint whisper of possibility that perhaps, despite the mistakes of the past, redemption was still within reach. You clung to this fragile thread of optimism, a lifeline in the midst of the storm.

Minutes stretched into hours, the passage of time marked only by the shifting patterns of sunlight filtering through the curtains. And then, as if on cue, the sound of footsteps drew near, with a weary sigh, you opened your eyes to find Johnny standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and relief. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, you nodded sleepily.

As you reluctantly stirred from your sleep, you felt the duvet being tugged away, prompting a sleepy protest. "Erugh, let me sleep," you mumbled, trying to shield yourself from the intruding light.

But his teasing remark about your state of dress snapped you awake, and you jolted up, "You're completely naked," only to realize you were already covered. He pointed out with a playful grin, causing you to blush and scramble for cover.

However, your movements triggered a sharp pain in your head, and you winced, instinctively reaching to soothe it. Before you could fully register the discomfort, another hand joined yours, gently stroking your head. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him sitting close, his concern evident in his gaze.

"Who told you to drink that much? You puked two times," he said softly, his tone filled with worry and care. Giving in to his touch, you leaned into him, finding solace in his presence amidst the pain.

"I... may have overdone it a bit," you admitted sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his concern. He chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to massage your head as you relaxed against him.

"It's okay. Just drink some water and take it easy," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. With a nod, you reached for the glass he held out to you

He's far too good for you. A voice at the back of your head screams at you.

"Johnny..." you say, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. His presence alone was enough to make your heart race, but you needed to speak your mind.

He turns to you, his gaze softening as he listens intently. "What is it?" he asks, concern lacing his words.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I've been thinking about..." you trail off, unsure of how to articulate the right words.

Johnny reaches out, his hand placing a strand of hair behind your ear,offering silent support. "Go on," he encourages gently.

"I'm sorry," you say, the words heavy with regret. "I know this is complicated, and i am making it even more complicated but I just don't want to hurt you." You could barely manage to say even that.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trail through the loops of your hair, sending shivers down your spine. His hum reverberates through you, a sensual melody that ignites a fire deep within. But then, in an instant, his demeanor shifts, catching you off guard.

His hand tightens around your hair, pulling your head back with a swift, yet gentle force. The sudden change in his touch sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins, heightening your senses to the electrifying proximity between you.

Your eyes meet his, dark and intense, and you find yourself unable to look away. His breath, warm and fruity, fans over your face, stirring something primal within you. In that moment, you're acutely aware of every sensation, every heartbeat, as you surrender to the magnetic pull of desire that envelops you both.

"Can't you see what you do to me?"

Johnny..." you say, your voice barely above a whisper, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

He pauses, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for you to continue.

"I... I didn't mean..." you stutter, struggling to find the right words as his grip on your hair loosens.

He chuckles softly, his laughter dancing in the air, easing some of the tension between you. "I know, I know," he reassures you, his tone gentle yet teasing.

"But..." you start, only to be cut off by his next words.

"You talk a lot when you're drunk," he says with a smirk, his fingers tracing light patterns along your skin.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing he's right.

"What did I say?" you ask, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.

His gaze softens, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "That you tend to get... aroused whenever I say your name," he says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he's right.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Johnny..." you breathe out his name, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in your mind as he hovers above you, his presence consuming your senses.

"Say it," he urges, his voice low and demanding, sending a thrill through your body.

"Johnny, listen to m—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a firm command.

"Say it!" he insists, his intensity leaving no room for argument.

"I want you, for fuck's sake, I want you," you finally admit, your voice tinged with both desire and vulnerability.

Closing your eyes, you release the grip you've been holding onto, allowing yourself to surrender to the overwhelming attraction between you.

You lay back, flattening against the bed, pushing your hair away from your face to meet his gaze head-on. His eyes, dark and intense, never waver from yours, sending a flutter of nerves through your stomach.

"I want you, in every way possible, and it's no secret. I'm just afraid," you confess in a small voice, baring your soul to him.

Johnny's smile is reassuring, his touch gentle as he lays on top of you, ensuring he doesn't overwhelm you with his weight. "Don't be afraid," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "You'll love me just fine."

In that moment, as you lay entwined with him, all your fears melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. You know that no matter what lies ahead, you're ready to explore this newfound connection with him by your side.

As Johnny hovers above you, his gaze dark with desire, you feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. His lips brush against yours in a teasing caress, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce between you.

"I've been waiting for this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with need as he trails kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour with an expert touch that leaves you trembling with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck as he takes you in, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. You feel his breath against your skin, warm and inviting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

With each touch, each caress, the tension between you dissolves, replaced by an electric current of desire that pulses through your veins. His hands roam your body, mapping every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

You arch into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he explores every inch of your skin with a delicate touch that sets your senses ablaze. His fingers trace patterns along your spine, sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine.

Your lips collided with his in a heated embrace, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through both of your bodies. Crashing into each other, feelings of desire over powering you both. In that moment you knew, it was gonna be a hell of a ride and you couldn't be any more excited than you are right now.

After the kiss, you both laid side by side, "By the way you didn't really say any of that." Johnny gently whispers in your ear, and you both end up laughing, cuddling.

~~~

You like it?" Johnny asks, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he watches you take a lick of the ice cream. You nod enthusiastically, a wide smile spreading across your face like a child on Christmas morning. His smile widens in response, a soft glow of happiness emanating from him. It's moments like these that make everything feel so right.

Since that unforgettable day when you poured your heart out to him, your life has been like a dream come true. Flowers, date nights, chocolates – you name it, he's made sure to fill your days with joy and love. From cozy movie nights to endless cuddles, it's like you've found the missing piece to your puzzle.

But it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Like any couple, you have your disagreements. Yet, what sets you apart is the unwavering understanding and support you both offer each other. Johnny never lets you go to bed upset, always there with reassurance and kisses to mend any hurt feelings.

He constantly reminds you that you're doing just fine, and it's true. It's not just about healing from past wounds; it's about the beautiful exchange of giving and receiving love. It's about reciprocating the care and affection you both share, knowing that the more you give, the more you receive.

In a world where it's easy to become complacent, you both choose to love each other every single day. And that, in itself, is the greatest gift of all.

You plead with puppy dog eyes, urging him to let you indulge in more ice cream because, well, why not? 'Pleeease let me have another scoop!' you whine, the anticipation of the creamy goodness making your mouth water. But alas, he declines with a chuckle, warning, 'No way! You'll catch a cold!' You pout, but secretly admire his concern."

Disappointed but not defeated, you pout and playfully stick out your bottom lip, giving Johnny your best puppy-dog eyes. "But Johnny," you protest, "I promise I'll bundle up extra warm tonight! Pretty please?"

Johnny can't help but laugh at your antics, finding your determination to get that extra scoop of ice cream utterly endearing. He shakes his head, still chuckling, and gently takes your hand in his. "As much as I love seeing that adorable pout of yours, I can't risk you getting sick, [Reader]. How about we save the ice cream for tomorrow, hmm?"

You sigh dramatically, but a mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you lean in closer to him. "Fine," you concede, "but only if you promise to share a warm blanket and snuggle with me tonight."

A grin spreads across Johnny's face as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Deal," he agrees, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Anything for you, my love."

As you both leave the ice cream parlor, the cool evening air wraps around you, the gentle breeze a welcome contrast to the warmth of your intertwined hands. As you both step into the cozy cafe, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, bringing back memories of the first time you met. Johnny's hand tightens around yours, his touch sending a thrill through you that's impossible to ignore.

You find a secluded booth in the corner, and as you settle in, Johnny's eyes lock with yours, a silent invitation sparking between you. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "this place holds a lot of memories for us."

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "It feels like just yesterday that we were sitting here, nervously sipping our coffees," you reply, your voice filled with affection.

Johnny leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But this time," he whispers, "we don't have to be nervous." A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you meet his gaze with a newfound sense of boldness. "No, this time," you say, your voice steady and sure, "we can just be us."

With a gentle touch, Johnny cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours with a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

Before you can respond, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, the world around you fading away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. It's a dance of tongues and teeth, of whispered words and soft sighs, each touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second.

As you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, Johnny's eyes meet yours with a hunger that mirrors your own. "I never want to stop kissing you," he confesses, his voice thick with desire.

A smile tugs at your lips as you lean in to press another kiss to his, the promise of countless more moments like this hanging in the air between you.

~~~

As you sit at your desk, textbooks spread out before you and notes scattered across the surface, you're fully immersed in your study session. The material is dense, and you're determined to grasp every concept before the upcoming exam.

Just as you're deep in concentration, Johnny enters the room with a mischievous grin, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you buried in your books. Without a word, he crosses the room and leans against your desk, his presence a distraction you can't ignore.

"Hey there, studious one," he says, his voice low and playful. "Need a break?"

You look up from your books, torn between the desire to keep studying and the temptation of Johnny's irresistible charm. "I really should finish this chapter," you reply, trying to sound firm despite the flutter in your stomach at his proximity.

But Johnny has other plans. With a swift movement, he slides your textbooks aside and pulls you to your feet, his hands finding their way to your waist as he draws you close. "I think you've earned a reward for all that hard work," he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to yours.

Before you can protest, Johnny's mouth descends on yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving deeper, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. Lost in the heat of the moment, you abandon all thoughts of studying as you melt into his embrace, the world around you fading away until there's nothing left but the two of you and the intoxicating rush of desire.

Minutes, or maybe hours, pass in a blur of tangled limbs and heated kisses, until finally, you break apart, breathless and flushed, the taste of Johnny still lingering on your lips. "Now that's what I call a study break," he says with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can't help but laugh, the tension of the study session now a distant memory as you bask in the warmth of Johnny's love and the thrill of his touch.

~~~

As you made your way back from college, the skies darkened, and before you knew it, a heavy downpour unleashed its fury upon you. The rain hammered down relentlessly, soaking you up and down. Despite the continuous ringing of your phone from within your backpack, the rain made it impossible to retrieve. With no umbrella in hand, you quickened your pace towards the bus stop, only to witness the last bus pulling away just as you rounded the corner. Desperation set in as you attempted to sprint after it, but the distance between you and the departing vehicle only widened. Defeated, you exhaled heavily, feeling the chill of the rain seeping into your bones. Seeking refuge at the bus stop, you huddled under its shelter, which wasn't helping much.

As you stood there, shivering and dripping, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping over you. The relentless rain seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. With each passing moment, your mind raced with thoughts of your worried boyfriend waiting at home, unaware of your predicament.

As you glanced down at your phone, the screen illuminated with missed calls and frantic messages from him. Frustration bubbled within you, knowing that you were only adding to his worry by being stranded in the storm. You tried to call him back, but the signal was weak, and the connection kept cutting out. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited for the next bus, the minutes ticking by like hours.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus appeared on the horizon, its headlights piercing through the darkness like a beacon of hope. With a sigh of relief, you boarded the bus, grateful for the warmth and safety it offered. And soon you were standing in front of his appointment door.

As the bus finally pulled up to a stop, you hurriedly disembarked, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief. You practically sprinted the rest of the way home, the rain still coming down in sheets, soaking you to the bone.

Finally, you arrived at the doorstep of your apartment, soaked and shivering. With trembling hands, you fumbled for your keys, desperate to be inside the safety of your home. But before you could even insert the key into the lock, the door swung open, revealing a worried and furious Johnny.

"Where have you been?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with anger and concern. "I've been trying to call you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"I-I'm so sorry, Johnny," you stammered, tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. "I got caught in the storm, and I missed the bus, and...and I couldn't get through to you. I'm so sorry."

Johnny's expression softened as he took in your trembling form, his anger melting away in an instant. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I'm just glad you're safe," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I was so worried about you. Let's get you inside and warm you up, okay?"

You nod, feeling the weight of your backpack against the wall as you follow Johnny into the bedroom. With a quick movement, you pull your hair up, hoping to keep it from sticking to your clothes. Sensing his hands on your torso, you inhale sharply as they glide around to the front, undoing the button of your jeans. Anticipation mounts as he pulls them down, and then he sits, planting kisses on your damp thigh, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from you.

In a swift motion, your undies join the jeans on the floor. "Nice butt," he remarks, drawing a rhetorical look from you. Stepping closer, he removes the t-shirt clinging uncomfortably to your skin, and with it, your bra disappears too. "Beautiful as always," he murmurs, enveloping you in a warm towel and pulling you close, his lips finding your neck, leaving their mark.

"Johnny," you sigh as his hands slip under the towel, teasingly moving between your legs, knowing just where to stop, leaving you breathless. "I'll be right back, change into dry clothes, okay?" he says, his voice a tantalizing promise hanging in the air.

He returned with a steaming mug of tea, fragrant steam curling upwards in the air. He handed it to you with a tender smile, the warmth of the mug seeping into your chilled fingers.

"Here, drink this," he said softly, his voice soothing.. "It'll help warm you up."

"I only need you to warm me up."

"Come here then." He motions you to sit with him in the bed he made, warm and cozy. As you lay there in Johnny's arms, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you.

"Johnny," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorry for worrying you. I never meant to cause you so much distress."

Johnny's arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered back, his voice filled with reassurance. "I was just so scared when I couldn't reach you. All I could think about was making sure you were safe."

You buried your face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. "I promise I'll be more careful from now on," you vowed, your words muffled against his skin. "I never want to put you through that kind of worry again."

Johnny tilted your chin up gently, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. "I know you will," he said softly, his thumb brushing away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a contented sigh, you snuggled closer to him, reveling in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Johnny's fingers danced along the buttons of your blouse, a spark of desire ignited between you, fueling the passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

"How about we finish what we started earlier?"

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation building with every breath. With a smile, you nodded in agreement, your own desire mirrored in your eyes as you leaned in to meet his lips in a fiery kiss.

The heat between you intensified quickly, passion igniting like a wildfire as your bodies melded together in a tangle of desire. Teeth clashed against each other, tongues danced in a feverish rhythm, and hands roamed eagerly, seeking out every inch of skin they could find.

With a swift movement, you straddled Johnny, taking control of the moment as you traced a path of kisses down his neck, relishing in the soft gasps and low growls that escaped his lips. As his shirt fell away, revealing his beautifully toned body beneath, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you, feeling a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

Too shy to say anything, you let your actions speak for you. Lingering on his nipples, you teased and tantalized, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Johnny's lips. With each flick of your tongue and gentle nip of your teeth, the tension between you grew, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge of desire.

But you weren't done yet. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you continued your exploration, trailing kisses and caresses down Johnny's torso until you reached the waistband of his jeans. With practiced hands, you teased and toyed with him through the fabric, making him harder with every stroke, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath your touch.

As his pleasured groans filled the air, you couldn't resist escalating your actions, eagerly sliding his pants down while he sat up, fixated on your every move. Locking eyes with him, you took him into your mouth, teasingly tracing the tip with your tongue, prompting a soft curse from his lips. Pulling back, you continued to lavish attention on him, savoring every moment as you licked his length, stealing glances up at him. "Enjoying yourself?" you teased, to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod.

Returning to him, you gradually took more of him into your mouth, relishing in the way his hands urged you on, guiding you further down. He pulled you up for a heated kiss, expressing his desire to explore your taste. As his lips trailed down your neck, he urged you to sit on his face, igniting nerves and excitement within you. With his encouragement, you straddled his eager mouth, blushing at his sweet words as his lips planted kisses on your thighs.

Feeling his hands on your hips, he drew you closer, his tongue eagerly finding your clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. As his hands explored your body, adding to your arousal, you couldn't help but cry out in bliss as he skillfully pleasured you,

As your pleasure surged, you couldn't contain your cries, feeling the intensity of his actions. "Oh, fuck," escaped your lips as he intensified his efforts, his mouth and tongue working fervently on your clit. His suction grew stronger, his tongue moving with increasing speed, drawing out guttural moans from you. "Oh my god," you exclaimed as the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, "fuck," you moaned as he persisted in his ministrations.

His hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, he delved deeper into your core, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Oh god, don't stop," you gasped, your breath ragged as you requested his fingers. With a calm demeanor, he complied, easing his fingers into you, eliciting a blissful moan from your lips. As he continued to pleasure you, his fingers moving rhythmically inside you, your cries of ecstasy filled the room.

"Oh my god," you moaned aloud as he momentarily paused, only to reposition himself behind you. Bending you slightly, he inserted two fingers, drawing out a soft, pleasurable moan from you. With relentless determination, he showed no mercy, driving you towards another peak of pleasure. The sound of slick noises filled the air as his fingers worked expertly within you, pushing your head gently into the headboard to ensure your stability as you surrendered to his touch.

As his hand pressed you down onto his fingers, a fervent moan escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming you. "Oh my god," you cried out as he intensified his movements, driving you wild with desire. With increasing speed and force, his fingers plunged into you, eliciting a chorus of ecstatic moans from your lips.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, his command clear. "Turn around," he instructed, guiding you gently as you complied, meeting his intense gaze. Enveloped in his embrace, you shared a deep, passionate kiss, his desire evident in his words as he broke the connection. "I want to fuck you," he declared, and you eagerly nodded in agreement, urgency coursing through your veins.

Pushed onto the bed, your legs spread wide, you watched as he knelt between them, his eyes fixated on your dripping arousal. His finger traced circles on your swollen clit, then slipped inside you, claiming you as his own. "Mine," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours, and you nodded in submission, a smile playing on your lips. "I'm yours," you affirmed, anticipation building in the air.

With a hungry look, he licked his lips before slowly entering you with his cock, causing you to gasp in ecstasy. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he began to move within you, the intensity of his thrusts driving you to the brink of pleasure.

As he increased the pace, driving into you with fervent desire, your cries of ecstasy filled the room. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he relentlessly fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his declaration of love mingling with the sounds of your pleasure. "I love you," he murmured against your lips, his words igniting a fire within you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you reciprocated his declaration, your voice filled with desire. "I love you too," you confessed as he continued to ravish you with his relentless thrusts. With a swift motion, he withdrew from you, flipping you onto your stomach. "Get on all fours," he commanded, assisting you into position.

Meeting his gaze over your shoulder, you were met with a declaration of your beauty, sending shivers down your spine. As he entered you from behind, a rush of anticipation flooded your senses. His movements became more intense, driving into you harder and faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. "Oh my god," you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

Feeling his hand reach around to play with your clit, a surge of pleasure washed over you, intensifying the pleasure building within. "Oh my god," you moaned again, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. With each deep thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

As he took control, holding both your hands behind your back, you surrendered to him completely. Your petite frame under his dominance, your face buried into the sheets muffling the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. Sensing his impending release, you knew you were on the brink of ecstasy.

With a few final, deep thrusts, you both succumbed to the ecstasy, waves of pleasure washing over you in a euphoric crescendo. As he pulled out, licking you clean, you whimpered from the overstimulation, your body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

a sense of blissful exhaustion washed over you both. Lying tangled together under the sheet, hearts racing and skin still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking. As you caught your breath, he peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulders, his touch gentle and tender. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration as he caressed your cheek. You smiled up at him. In his arms, you feel safe and cherished, the weight of the world melting away as sleep begins to claim you. Drifting off with the rhythmic beat of his heart as your lullaby, you rest easy knowing that you are safe. And you finally know, what love actually feels like

~~~

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my-debauchery · 2 months ago

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idol!yuta × afab!reader

g`fluff, smut

cw`dom!yuta, sub!reader, crossdressing, kissing, spitting, facefucking, cumeating(f&m), oral(f. & m.), mommy kink, slapping, unconsciousness (all is consensual), squirting, explicit content, unprotected sex, fingering

wc`3.2k

A/N:this was somewhat inspired by "Nothing On Me" by Kai. as always, constructive criticism is more than welcome. if you see mistakes in cw tagging, please, let me know.

you were seating at the dressing table, trying to properly curl your hair for the evening ahead. getting hotter by the minute from the effort and the heat of the iron.

as you finished the last strand of hair and pinned it up to cool, you lift your eyes up and see yuta in the reflection staring at you 'can you please open the window? i want to cool down before doing my makeup' you smiled and turned to face him.

yuta silently moves towards your bed and places his bag on it. he fulfills your request and you relish in the icy air filling the room.

you thank him and turn back to the mirror. you hear yuta approaching you while you're rummaging in your makeup drawer. he places his hands on your shoulders and you look up at him once again.

he gives you a unreadable look and kneels next to you. you start turning towards him, but he stops you. so you keep looking at each other though the mirror.

'would you mind doing my makeup too?' he asks you somewhat hesitantly 'sure' you say as you continue to look through your makeup collection again 'but i hope you understand that i never did male makeup, so it might look a bit strange. also i probably won't be able to do your skin, our shades don't match' you tease him.

'you didn't understand me' you hear 'huh?' you meet his eyes full of worries 'what do you mean then?' you inquire. he gets up and brings over his bag over to you.

he opens it up and takes stuff out places them onto the table 'i ordered this and hoped you would do my makeup how you do yours. female style, you know? i even got a foundation in my shade' he shows you a bottle of it and places it back on the table 'i also got a matching dress to yours for me to wear for our date'

'you want me to do your makeup like for a woman and to wear a dress for our date?' you ask carefully. your boyfriend just nods weakly.

yuta watches you get up and quickly go to the bathroom and the dread starts to sink in. he was terrified of what he presumes is happening right now. that you going to be horrified and want to leave him. that so far things were far too good to be true. that you were too accepting, easygoing and he crossed the line.

it was one thing to have kinks and introduce som/sub dynamics into the relationship, far easier to learn and adjust to. but completely other when your boyfriend wants to dress like a woman, who would want that?

yuta was trying to come up with something, anything to calm you down and convince you to not leave him. but after hearing some noise from the bathroom, he saw you waltz back into the bedroom with giddiness and a fluffy kuromi hairband in your hands.

'do you have a specific look in mind or do you want me to freestyle it? or as we going to have matching dresses, do you want to have matching makeup looks? to go all out?' you question while looking through the products he bought.

he grabs your hand 'you don't mind?' he asks and looks inquisitively at you. you look confused and he clarifies 'about me wearing feminine makeup and woman's clothes? that i want us to go out like that together, publicly?'

you giggle and answer 'no. i don't care in what form you come, yuta. your core doesn't change, even if you're a shapeless blob. i know that i love you and you love me, what else could possibly matter? as for the publicity aspect, i only worry that someone might recognize you, but i can try to make you unrecognizable. power of makeup and all that jazz, you know? also we go out at midnight on a walk, so we should be fine' you finish and hold his face gently.

he nods 'thank you. with you i truly feel like i'm alive for the first time' you lean in and give him a chaste kiss on the lips with a wide toothy grin 'now, do you want a full fantasy of a makeup shop experience?'

yuta laughs 'no. i've had plenty of that. i want a fantasy of my girlfriend doing my makeup. preferably while sitting on my lap' he sits down and pulls in to straddle him.

you snort and ask if he has any reference pictures for his look. he shows you different gothic style makeup looks and tells you to do what you think would look best. he relaxes and circles you waist with his arms. so you get to work.

once you're done you hold up a mirror so yuta can see himself 'do you like it? i must say, i think i've outdone myself. you look like a goth baddie'you get up to put away his stuff and a thought hits you 'oh my god! i'll do my makeup like an insta baddie and we can be 2 baddies, just no porsche' you laugh and look up a reference for yourself.

suddenly yuta hugs you from the back and whispers into the nape of your neck 'i love it, thank you' you smile 'go get changed and i'll do my makeup in the meantime, okay?' he nods and walks off.

you do your makeup and let down your curls. you brush them out and spray on your favorite perfume after changing into your own dress. you go to the leaving room in search of yuta, but once you see him, you are speechless.

he is wearing a satin midnight blue slip dress with strings that can shorten it on both sides, a fluffy black cardigan and a glossy black butterfly shaped hair clip on one side 'how do i look? it's not too much, right?' he asks and you shake your head like a dummy.

'you don't look like a baddie. you look like a mommy' you say almost in a trance. yuta looks at your glazed eyes and scoffs 'misbehave and i'll punish you like one' you feel a hot rush and blur out without thinking 'yes, mommy' yuta gives you a warning look and you try to calm yourself down.

you both get your shoes and coats on and head out of the apartment. while standing in the elevator yuta holds your hand and intertwines your fingers. he squeezes it slightly 'remember to behave. you are my good girl, right?' you nod enthusiastically and he kisses your cheek.

you spend next hour just walking around enjoying pretty snowfall and each other's company. but you can't really look at anything except your lovely boyfriend, fantasizing about him taking you in the dark alleyway while calling him mommy or letting him use your mouth.

but you know good things will come to those who wait and you could wait for eternity if it meant waiting for him. you are his good girl after all.

you're nearing your apartment complex and you feel a craving for something sweet, so you pull yuta towards a convince store 'do you want me to give you a face mask?' yuta thought for a moment and shakes his head. he gives you his card 'go get yourself a treat. i'll wait here' you take it and go inside.

you book it straight for your favorite and move to the front to pay 'what a lovely pair you two are' cashier, an old woman mentions, you look up at her in alarm 'what?'

she smiles 'your sister and you. sure your sister's style is a bit unconventional, but i mean she is still beautiful' you smile and relief washes over you, and when a naughty thought pops in 'it's my mommy' you smile even wider 'mommy?' cashier glances outside at yuta again, who now is watching you.

'doesn't she look grate? she still buys me sweet treats, even though i'm all grow up now' you say and swipe yuta's card 'does she? i guess you have a great mommy, don't you?' smile again 'i do. she is the best. have a good night' you step outside and meet yuta's suspicious gaze.

'what did you talk about? you looked worried for a moment? is everything alright?' he tries to look into your eyes, but you avoid his eyes and just munch on your sweet treat 'nothing' you say nonchalantly.

at least you think you said that nonchalantly, but to yuta you look pleased and there is a mischievous twinkle in your eyes once you turn to him. he knows you lying, but he'll let you have your treat for now.

once you approach the buildings entrance, yuta asks you again 'still i'm interested, what were you talking about with the cashier? hmm' he looks up ahead and you know from his tone, that if you don't fess up you'll be in trouble.

hesitantly you tell him during your elevator ride up 'good girl' he tells you while caressing your check. foolishly you relax and happily skip to the front door of the apartment.

however, the mood shifts drastically once the door closes and it pings locked.

yuta pushes you against the mirror hanging next to the front door. your forehead is touching it's cold surface while yuta cages you from behind. one of his arms is circling you, preventing your movement, while the other is covering and lightly squeezing the lower half of your face 'did you think that you were being funny?'

he stares you down in the mirror and you shake your head 'did you think at all before opening your mouth?' he spoke in to your left ear. you shook in his grasp. you start overheating from your coat and yuta's close proximity, but an undeniable feeling of arousel starts to creep.

he turns you around gripping you face again and your shoulder 'maybe you should use your mouth for something better then risky smalltalk' he releases you and starts taking his coat off 'strip.

you move at the speed of lightning throwing clothes all around, while yuta gracefully takes off everything except the dress. you stand there naked shaking like a leaf, not from nerves but from the sheer desire for your boyfriend to have you.

'kneel.' you gently lower yourself right there and look up at him. yuta is towering over you in all his glory. you can see his dick bulging up underneath the dress and the visual makes you squeeze your thighs together.

'open up' he gently holds your chin and you stick your tongue out. he lets his spit slowly drip down into your mouth, all the while holding your gaze.

he lets go of your face and you remain in the same position. yuta lifts his dress up, revealing his fully hard dick and ties strings on one side.

you start by spreading his spit all over with your tongue and gently massaging his balls. you suck on his tip and keep massaging him. after couple sucks you start taking half of him in. going up and down his shaft, flattening your tongue on down motion and licking at top without releasing the tip from your mouth, while still massaging his balls with your hands.

yuta is grunting lowly above you. his left hand is on your head massaging your scalp 'you are doing so well. i know this is all you could think about during our walk. probably something even dirtier, like me fucking you in the back alleyway. and if i wanted to you'd let me, right? you are truly my good girl. good, but dirty and downright depraved little girl, aren't you?' you hum happily and take his dick all the way down.

your nose is pressing against his belly and you squeeze his balls harder and start humming to create a vibration' oh, shit! hold on baby' and you let go of him. you place your hands on his thighs and relax your throat even farther.

yuta grabs your head with both hands and starts fucking your mouth without holdbacks. you breath through your nose and let yourself be completely consumed by him. he goes at a brutal pace and tears foarm in your eyes. you can feel your pussy pulsating and you squeeze your thighs even harder. tears stream down and you can't see anything. you just feel.

he starts growling on top of you and somehow go even faster 'is this what you wanted, huh? for mommy to punish you? am i not giving you enough attention, so you misbehave for me to notice you? are you such a desperate little slut, hmm?'

yuta fully stops and keeps you pressed all the down and starts cuming down your throat. you feel lightheaded. fully enveloped by his smell and taste. you close your eyes and let go of his legs 'look at me. don't you remember? mommy wants you to always look in her eyes' you look at him and start shaking like a dog in heat. his eyes are full of raw desire to fully consume you.

and yuta sees the same in yours.

once he's done cumming he lets go of your head and gently ease you of himself. you lay down on your back breathing heavily. yuta squats in front of you and nudges your legs appart. he swipes his hand against your pussy and lifts it up for you to see. as he spreads his fingers appart, you can see your arousel stringing between them.

you start to turn to get on all fours but yuta stops you 'go to your place'

"your place" is a pool of soft blankets and pillows. placed next to the floor length mirrors in the leaving room he set up in his apartment for you. all because you enjoy to just look out the window at night while listening to the music. or lay around there waiting for him to come back home. all the blankets and pillows are in your favorite colors and designs, just for you.

you stretch your arms towards him to help you get up, but he shakes his head and gates up by himself 'crawl.' you don't need to be told twice and get moving. slowly crawling to the windows, acutely aware of his heavy gaze on you.

once you make it, you turn around and look at him, but he is right behind you. the sound of your heartbeat in your ears and of your labored breaths prevented you hearing his movements.

he manhandles you into a mating press and you grab the back of your things. you expect him to fuck you now, but to your horror he slowly lowers his face towards your vagaina. you knew that you are in for a wild ride now and that being naughty is not for you.

yuta speards your pussy lips apart and spits on it. you feel it pool and drip down to your anus. he blows on it and you shudder from the temperature change.

he starts to gently massage spreading mixture of your arousel and his spit all around. from your pubic mound down to your ass without touching your clit. you start to shake from the anticipation, knowing he won't be calm and gentle for long.

you hear the sound of the slap first and the sting comes after. he slapped your clit and you whined. he slapped it again and again. you just keep on whining and sniffling. after several slaps you see that you pussy is all red and puffy. yuta dives right in.

you can't focus on any one thing in particular. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. your skin is slippery from the sweat and it's hard to hold your legs pressed to your chest. and most overwhelming is yuta's devouring of your sipping heat.

he looks almost mad. his freshly dyed hair a mess. face all red and glistening with your release. and a stare of a rabied dog that is feeding for the first time in forever. he is looking straight at your and amid all the pleasure you feel almost shy.

but then he plunges three fingers in your fluttering hole and you forget all about it. while his tongue is lapping at your clit at an inhumane speed, his fingers play with your g-spot agonizingly slow. as you started to seize up yuta started to jab his fingers at it and suck on your clit with fool force.

the familiar pressure starts to build and then white, hot flush takes over you as you squirt into yuta's mouth.

your grip on your legs slips. yuta grabs your legs and pushes. you completely lose it and just shake from cumming and overstimulation, because yuta didn't let up and continued lapping up your juices and sucking on your pussy.

you come around and feel yuta's head still stuck between your thighs. both of you on your sides with you facing the window, looking over the night cityscape.

another orgasm hits you and you moan long and loud. you can feel just how soar you are. yuta turns you onto your back and kneels between your outstretched legs.

you can see your juices dripping down his chin, neck and onto his chest. his makeup completely ruined with mascara runs like in classic rom-com and lipstick gone. he is fully naked and hard. you manage to whisper out 'dress?'

'it got all sticky so I took it off. how do you feel?' he questioned as he lifted you up to a sitting position 'soar and empty' you can see that he cumed all over the blanket 'won't mommy feel me up?' you croacked out and batted your lashes.

yuta chuckles and nodes 'of course ,my good kitten deserves it. after all you did so well' he wipes hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.

he lays down and pulls you on top of him. first you kneel to straddle him, but he pulls you flush against him while keeping your legs in a kneeling position.

yuta carefully enters you, keeping in mind your soar body. once you're down to a hilt you both sigh in relief. he plants his feet on the floor and gently starts rocking into you.

he is slow and deliberate with his strokes. pleasure comes in waves, like you're laying on the shore with warm waves washing over your body again and again.

you both circle each with your arms 'you're my lovely puppy, aren't you? you always do so well for me. even if you're naughty you take your punishment like a champ. my little cutie. you are ready for me to fill you up?' you nod into his chest and let go of your own release.

you feel his warm seed fill you and all consuming bliss takes over your entire being. it spreads from your stomach all over like a liquid sunshine.

while basking in your afterglow you ask yuta 'can you keep your dress on next time?' he thinks for a moment 'can't make any promises'

'why not?' he turns you by you chin to face him, his eyes are full of devotion 'i want nothing on me but you'

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kpopsexstories · 7 months ago

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Your stories are so good, can you make a Taeyong one with reader ft. Yuta?

QUICK FIX #21: NCT Taeyong is on top of you while Yuta jerks off beside you *Requested*

Member: NCT Taeyong & Yuta

Content: Missionary, Jerking off, Licking cum

Type: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 780

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

Taeyong has been fucking you for a good half hour. You're close, as is he. He's climbed on top of you and is edging you on by sliding the tip of his shaft in and out of your pussy. You're squeezing the sides of his flustered body while panting heavily through an open mouth. Sensually, he moves his hips and ass up and down for your pleasure. It feels incredible.

Beside you on the bed, Yuta is laying naked on his back, equally close to come. He's staring at your face while touching himself and stroking his cock. His legs are stretched and one of them is tangled up with your own and Taeyong's. It's been a hot mess up to this point, and it's time for the finale.

Taeyong slides balls deep inside you, only to rapidly pull half way out again. He repeats the motion and soon finds a steady rhythm. His twisted face is such a turn-on. He plants his lips on your forehead while fucking you faster, your bodies moving in harmony. Your mind goes blank when his dick finds your g-spot and you moan.

While all this is happening, Yuta reaches in to touch your boobs. He squeezes and plays with your nipples.

You turn your head to look at him, and his naked body stretched out beside you. The hand on his shaft starts moving faster when you lock eyes.

You caress Taeyong's warm body rocking over you. You stare into Yuta's eyes when he suddenly closes them and begins to grimace. Taeyong starts to moan in your arms, as all three of you are getting ever closer to experiencing an insanely good orgasm.

Yuta is first to come. His body jolts and his grip on your breast tightens. He's jerking himself off fast and you glance down to catch the show you know is about to start.

His cum squirts out form the head of his dick. He sprays his stomach with sperm, and he quickly opens his eyes again to see all of you while he's coming. A thick load of hot cum accumulates around his belly button.

The awesome sensation of Taeyong's dick inside you, his hot body on you, and Yuta's hand on your chest and the erotic image of his orgasm, finally brings you over the edge. Your own orgasm presents itself as a wonderful sensation that shoots through your whole body, and causes your mind to go completely blank. It lasts for several seconds and there's no describing how great it feels.

Taeyong is going faster when you squirm under him. He can't hold back any longer. His face twists and he lets out a loud groan through clutched teeth. But instead of thrusting hard and deep inside you at gradually slower but violent intervals, he suddenly pulls out.

He sits on his knees and turns his body in Yuta's direction. He grabs his cock and jerks it fast, already on so far out on the edge he hardly needs to do anything at all.

You relax your spread legs as you come down from your own high, and rest your knee on Yuta's thigh. Yuta's arm and hand glides down your stomach and he touches your clit, while Taeyong explodes above you both and shoots his load on Yuta's stomach.

“Ahhh”, Taeyong groans.

You smile wide and view the display. Yuta stops panting heavily and lets out a satisfied giggle. Taeyong takes long, deep breaths as he settles his body, and pushes his beaten dick down on Yuta to control the flow of cum.

When it's all over, Taeyong's body relaxes and he leans back down over you. He too giggles, and he gives you a loving kiss on the forehead before he rolls off you.

Yuta lets go of his shaft and throws his head back on a pillow. He grins at the ceiling while collapsing internally. “Holy fuck,” he says. “That was incredible!”

Incredible indeed. With Taeyong's hand on your hip, you roll sideways and kiss Yuta's chest. You stick out your tongue and lick him, tracing his body down toward his stomach. Taeyong sits up on his knees to watch.

The concoction of salty liquids hits your taste buds. While both men are staring excitedly at you, you lick up their cum from Yuta's body. If they hadn't released already, the sight would have made them go insane with sexual arousal.

“Mmm,” you say to tease and play with them. “So good.”

“You're so good,” Yuta says.

“Fucking incredible,” Taeyong chips in.

Sex with the boys is always fantastic, and you can hardly wait for the next time you'll feel their cocks inside you.

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yeoosaangg · 1 year ago

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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

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

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

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ddmmyuta · 2 years ago

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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!

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marvelous-llama · 1 year ago

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NCT recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

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epinebleue · 3 months ago

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wicked (m) | 01

A wave of shock rolled over you, followed by a surge of gratitude. The boy had been disgusting, his touch violating, and in that moment, the justice of seeing him knocked down was almost cathartic. You hadn’t asked for it, but Leon had taken control, he had done something. Your arm still ached, but somehow, it didn’t feel as heavy now. You felt like you were no longer entirely vulnerable, like there was someone standing between you and the dangers of the world.

pairing: yuta “leon” nakamoto x reader

genre: mafia!au, angst, mature.

warnings: swearing, depiction of violence, illegal acts (selling and using drugs).

author’s note: y’all! i haven’t posted anything related to nct in MONTHS but we’re so back! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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The first time you stepped through the Cherry Lips’ door, all you had was a blue sports bag slung over your shoulder and a handful of coins in your pocket. You had wandered into the club by chance while searching for a new place to sleep, no longer feeling safe in the bustling areas of Seoul. The streets were full of drunks and rowdy, violent people. You had seen two neon red cherries glowing from afar, their light cutting through the darkness like a beacon, drawing you in. A white piece of paper taped to the glass announced the club was looking for a new bartender. Without a second thought, you entered.

You had worked at a club for nine months before, so you were hopeful your experience would be enough for the job.

Inside, the club lounge was sleek and seductive. A rich crimson carpet covered the floor, and geometric-patterned wallpaper adorned the walls. Golden frames displayed photographs of young girls blowing kisses. On the left, the bar beckoned, with its mirrored wall and shelves stocked with hundreds of bottles. Ahead, a semi-circular stage stood, its golden paint gleaming beneath the red satin curtains that obscured whatever was behind. Tables were scattered around, arranged to give the best views of the stage.

You called out a greeting, and before you could even look around further, the sound of high heels echoed from a narrow hallway beside the stage. A few seconds later, a woman appeared. She seemed to be in her late thirties, was taller than you and had her dark brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail that cascaded down her back. Every time she moved, her hair followed. You took in her white suit and black stilettos, the heels clicking sharply with each step.

“Evening, miss.” You said, trying to sound as respectful as possible. “I saw the notice about needing a new bartender.”

“What’s your name, dear?” She asked, extending her hand, which you shook firmly as you answered. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Kahi, the owner.”

She turned toward a narrow hallway. You trailed behind her, noting two doors at the end of it. Kahi reached one of them and held it open for you to enter. You sat down in front of a desk, leaving your bag on the floor, and took in the sparse decor: white walls, dark wood furniture, no pictures. So different from what you had seen outside.

She sat behind the desk and pulled a single sheet of white paper from a drawer. She wrote your name on it.

“How old are you?” You answered with honesty, and she seemed surprised. “Any experience in waitressing?”

“I worked for nine months as a bartender at a nightclub called Neon Fever. I have a recommendation letter, if you’d like to see it.”

"Yes, please.” She extended her hand, palm up, in your direction, and you quickly pulled the letter from your bag to hand it to her. She skimmed through it before looking back up at you. “Were you fired?”

“I quit.” You were quick to correct, fingers fidgeting nervously under the desk. “The work environment wasn’t great.”

Kahi took another look at the letter before handing it back to you with a deep sigh.

“I know that club. If you worked there, you could work anywhere.” You nodded, not sure whether to feel proud or disheartened by her words. “You’re young, you’re attractive, you’ve got experience, and you’re in need of a job. I need you to start tonight, so, if you want it, it’s yours.”

“Of course, of course I can do that.” You said, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to remain composed. You slipped the letter back into your dirty, almost ripped bag, which rested on your thighs. Kahi glanced at it. “Thank you so much, miss.”

Kahi seemed to hesitate for a moment, then asked: “I don’t mean to sound nosy, but do you have a place to sleep tonight?”

Her question hit you like a cold splash of water. Should you lie? Would she take it into account? You shook your head slowly, embarrassed.

“Not really, miss.”

She stood up and walked towards the other door in the hallway. You grabbed your bag and followed her up a small flight of stairs to another hallway, narrower than the one downstairs, with five doors. Kahi knocked on the second on the right before opening it.

A young pink-haired girl greeted you both from the inside of the room.

“This is Pinky.” Kahi said. “Pinky, meet our new bartender.”

Pinky waved as you stepped into the room. It was cozy enough, with a closet and two single beds, one of which you claimed by dropping your bag onto the bare mattress.

Kahi explained the tasks you would’ve to carry out in the club and how a part of your salary would be exclusively destined to pay for the room. You tried your best not to let your overwhelming sense of relief distract you, but it seemed impossible.

You no longer had to sleep in the street. Well, at least while you worked here. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a start. Plus, you now had someone to talk to, which you had sorely missed.

It felt like a new beginning.

It was a busy night. Raina had been sick for two days, and the absence of a waitress forced you to step in. Of course, as if the universe had sensed your extra workload, the club filled up quickly, making everything harder. To make matters worse, none of the orders were simple.

“Babe, table five wants a well-loaded daiquiri.” Nana’s voice cut through the chaos as you returned from delivering drinks to table three.

“Right on it.” You quickly moved behind the bar, grabbing a glass and rummaging through the ice bin.

Nana disappeared with a tray full of drinks prepared by Kaeun, your assistant bartender. Kaeun was decent, but there was one thing she lacked: speed. Thankfully, she was a quick learner. It was a relief to have someone helping, even if it didn’t ease all the pressure.

You finished the daiquiri and placed it on the tray next to the rest of the orders. With your right hand, you grabbed the tray and headed toward table five.

The man there was different. Most customers came for the girls dancing, the drinks, even the music. He didn’t seem interested in any of it. He sat back, his left ankle resting over his right knee, eyes glued to his phone. When you set the daiquiri down in front of him, his brown bangs fell over his eyes as he lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“Thanks.” His voice was low, but polite. He slid his phone into the pocket of his blazer. You gave him a faint smile, ready to move on to your next task. But then he spoke again. “Excuse me?”

You stopped, turning back toward him. “Yes, sir?”

“Do you know if Kahi is around tonight?”

You hesitated. You hadn’t seen Kahi all evening, which was odd. She usually made rounds, keeping things running smoothly. “I’ll check. Can I have your name?”

“Tell her Leon’s here. Thanks.”

You nodded and left, the questions already starting to form in your mind. Why was he asking for Kahi? Was he a new lover, maybe? As far as you knew, she didn’t date, and no one had ever mentioned a “Leon”.

It was three a.m. and most customers were drunk, lost in the spectacle of Pinky performing in a Snow White costume for Disney Princess Night. You smirked slightly at the memory of the costume drama that morning: Roa, dressed as Ariel, grumbling about Yuha claiming Cinderella’s gown.

Once the orders were served, you returned to the bar, placing the empty tray on the counter and telling Kaeun you needed to find Kahi. She looked concerned, reluctant to be left alone behind the bar, but you promised it wouldn’t take long.

When you knocked on Kahi’s office door, no answer came. You knocked again, feeling a little foolish.

“Kahi? You in there?” You called, your voice a little quieter this time. After a few seconds, you heard movement inside. The door creaked open.

The sight of Kahi stunned you. Her usually neat ponytail had loose strands falling around her face. She wasn’t wearing her jacket, and her shirt had two buttons undone. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and the papers piled up on her desk were a clear sign of stress.

“There’s a man outside. He says he wants to see you. Leon.”

At the mention of his name, Kahi’s expression shifted, her posture tense. You hadn’t expected such a visible reaction.

“Did he say anything else?” Kahi asked, her voice tight.

“No. Just that he wanted to see you.”

She sighed and straightened up. “Alright. Tell him I’ll be right there, please.”

You walked back to the lounge, your mind racing with questions. He clearly wasn’t a lover. Otherwise, she would have reacted differently at the mention of his name.

Back at the bar, Kaeun handed you another tray full of drinks. You tried to push the thoughts away and focus. After serving the drinks, you made your way back to table five, where Leon was once again absorbed in his phone.

“Sir.” You called out loud to get his attention. “Kahi will be here soon.”

He thanked you, his voice almost absent, before returning to his phone.

You couldn’t help but notice Kahi’s movements when she finally appeared. Her jacket was back on, her hair tightly pulled back, and the faintest hint of make-up covered the bags under her eyes.

The powerful boss was back in control.

Leon greeted her with a smile, but something about it felt off. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t genuine. It seemed rather cynical.

The night dragged on. There was a brief disturbance when a drunken man screamed obscene things at Yuha during her performance, but Baekho swiftly handled it.

You kept an eye on Kahi and Leon, noticing how uncomfortable Kahi seemed in his presence, fidgeting, avoiding eye contact. Meanwhile, Leon looked right at home: relaxed, calm, almost smug.

Around five a.m., the club started to empty. The few remaining customers paid their bills, including Leon. He flashed you a smile as he left.

Kahi approached the bar.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

She gave you a half-smile but didn’t answer. Instead, she handed you a card. “Everything’s fine.”

You looked at the card in confusion. There was a name, Nakamoto Yuta, and a phone number written in bold black ink.

“Who’s Nakamoto Yuta?”

Kahi didn’t meet your eyes as she turned away. “His business name’s Leon. He wanted you to have his personal number. Said you caught his attention.”

You blinked, the implications of her words slowly sinking in. She left, and you stared at the card, your mind swirling. You could throw it away. Forget about him. But something about Leon, a dark, elusive presence, kept nagging at you.

Kaeun’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you quickly shoved the card into the back pocket of your faux leather pants.

You’d figure it out later.

“It’s strange.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I mean, he talks to you once, then just hands over his phone number? That’s a little… unsettling.” Pinky shook her head, placing the card on the nightstand between your beds. “Sounds like a stalker, honestly.”

“To be fair, it’s a shame.” You muttered, sinking into your covers. “He’s pretty damn good-looking.”

“What does he look like? You never really said.”

You rested your head on the pillow, Leon’s image floating to the forefront of your mind as you began to describe him to Pinky: black hair, long bangs that partially covered his dark eyes. He had that presence about him that made him impossible to ignore.

“But more importantly, he was asking for Kahi.”

“Maybe they’re old friends?” Pinky shrugged nonchalantly. She wasn’t particularly interested, but you pressed on, needing to get your thoughts out.

“I don’t think so.” You closed your eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only swirled more. “When she heard his name, she totally freaked out. If he were just an old friend, why would she react like that?”

“I don’t know... but Kahi’s been acting weird lately, way before he appeared.”

Pinky pulled down her black sleep mask, signaling the end of the conversation. You grabbed your book from the nightstand, trying to focus on the words, but your mind kept drifting back to him. Leon’s voice, his gaze, the way he carried himself. You read the same line over and over, frustrated, before closing the book and setting it aside. You turned off the light, trying to quiet your thoughts.

Like Pinky, you eventually drifted off to sleep. But he was still there, in the back of your mind.

“A what?”

“A girls’ night.” Shannon repeated eagerly. “Come on, join us! We haven’t had one in ages.”

You set the glass you were drying down on the counter, meeting your friend’s hopeful eyes.

“I don’t know... I’m not really in the mood.”

You spent six nights a week in a chaotic, lust-filled environment, dealing with drunk customers and the constant buzz of the bar. The last thing you wanted on your one night off was to step into a place just like the Cherry Lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to be the customer for once?” Shannon persisted, jumping up and down. You didn’t even look at her this time.

“What I really want is something different. Maybe a park, a movie, or going to a café…” You muttered, continuing your task of drying the glasses.

Shannon sighed, leaning on the counter. She lowered her voice.

“Okay, fine! I’ll just be honest. I met a guy last night and he invited me to this place, but Kahi says I can’t go unless you come with me. She doesn’t trust him, but she trusts you because you’re responsible.”

You frowned at Shannon’s words. Kahi had never told you what to do in your free time, so why was she suddenly acting like a mother, deciding you had to tag along for Shannon’s date? You weren’t the only responsible one, Nayoung and Roa were too.

Despite the annoyance, you knew you’d end up going. It was always the same: you didn’t want to hang out with the girls, then ended up having a great time. Still, it irked you to be forced into it, as if you were being expected to keep an eye on everyone.

Shannon called your name, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Are you still with us?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You smiled, snapping out of your thoughts. “I’ll go with you.”

Shannon squealed, thanked you, and darted off upstairs. You continued your work, but your mind wandered to Leon again. It had been nearly a week since he’d visited, and sometimes, you found yourself glancing at the entrance, hoping he would show up. Each time the door opened, your heart would race, only to be disappointed when it wasn’t him.

You hated how obsessed you’d become with him. You’d barely seen him once, yet there was something magnetic about him that kept drawing you in. More than once, you found yourself almost calling him, but fear stopped you. What if he didn’t remember you? Or worse, what if he’d lost interest? Pinky caught onto your obsession immediately and laughed at you every chance she got. You eventually decided to let it go, but a part of you still yearned for something to happen.

The girls’ night arrived, and the outfit she picked out made you feel like a mother hen. She was dressed provocatively, and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It wasn’t that the dress was inherently bad, but considering how young she was, you couldn’t shake the worry that the boy she was seeing only wanted to use her and then move on.

At eleven o’clock, you bid the other girls goodbye as they played UNO with Baekho and Minhyun. The taxi was already waiting. Shannon climbed in first, you followed, and Pinky was the last, closing the door behind her.

“You still haven’t told me how you met this mystery guy, Shan.” You said, breaking the silence. Shannon was busy fixing her lipstick, so Pinky answered for her.

“You don’t know? It’s such a romantic story!” Pinky said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“His father took him to the club to celebrate his twenty-first birthday.”

“Wait, it’s that guy?!” You laughed, incredulous. “He’s not even good-looking!”

“For your information, the lighting was pretty bad that day.”

Shannon kept on, trying to defend her date, telling you how the guy had approached her after her performance to compliment her. Lacking experience with men, Shannon had been the one to suggest going out. The whole story sounded a bit pathetic, but who were you to judge?

You were in no position to criticize.

It didn’t take long to get to the club, and when you arrived, a long line of people stood waiting to get in. Shannon walked up to the giant doorman, who checked the VIP list.

“He said we’re on it.” Shannon explained as the man looked for your names, opening the door for you once he found them.

The club was nothing like Cherry Lips. The lights were neon and pulsed in red hues, while a spotlight illuminated the bar. The crowd was younger, full of people your age, laughing, dancing, and enjoying themselves. The whole atmosphere was freeing. There were no creepy, older men leering at you. You realized, for the first time, how much you hated the Cherry Lips environment.

Shannon found her date quickly, hidden in a corner of the VIP area, surrounded by sofas. If it wasn’t for Pinky, you would have felt like a third wheel, as Shannon and the guy immersed themselves in their own world.

As you sipped your drink, some of the guy’s friends offered you a round of rainbow shots. The night was moving along smoothly until Shannon came back, her hair tousled. Pinky teased her about it, but all you could feel was the intense, unsettling gaze of one of the boy’s friends.

When Pinky went to grab another drink, he took that as his chance to approach you. Things escalated fast. His hands on your waist were a stark reminder of the discomfort you often felt at Cherry Lips. His body pressed too close, and the bulge in his pants made you freeze with anger.

You shoved him away, but he grabbed your arm, leaving marks on your skin.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You yelled, even though you weren’t sure he could hear you over the music.

Before you could process what was happening, your back collided with someone. You turned around, ready to apologize, but words died in your throat.

Leon stood there, his eyes fixed on the boy in front of you. It looked like he was ready to kill him.

The dim neon lights reflected off his dark hair. He was wearing a tight shirt that hugged his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up, showing off his veiny forearms.

The boy before you shot Leon a confused look, but you could see how much fear he was radiating. You wanted to punch the guy, but the anger inside you was nothing compared to Leon’s quiet, dangerous presence.

“Thank goodness you’re here.” You said, wrapping your arms around Leon. He gave you a questioning glance, but when you spoke again, he seemed to understand. “Love, look what this animal did to me.” You gestured to the mark on your arm.

“I think… this has been a misunderstanding.” The boy stammered, raising his hands. Leon stepped closer, his towering form making the boy visibly shrink.

“You calling her a liar?” Leon’s voice was calm but laced with threat.

“What? No, of course not.” The boy mumbled, backing away.

“Good. You might want to leave.” Leon took another step forward. The crowd around you, including Pinky and Shannon, had gathered, watching the drama unfold. “Because if I see you near her again, I won’t be so understanding.”

The boy hastily apologized, and disappointment washed over you. You stood there, heart still pounding, eyes locked on the guy. The music seemed to fade, the lights almost feeling surreal. Your arm throbbed where his fingers had left marks. It was more than just the physical pain. Something darker lingered, an uncomfortable ache that was eating you alive.

The way his hands had grabbed you. The pressure. The way you froze, completely caught off guard. Why hadn’t you done something sooner? The thought circled your mind.

You weren’t just an object to be touched without consent. You weren’t something to be handled like that. His eyes had made it clear what his intentions were, and yet, you hadn’t fought back right away. Why did it take so long to shove him off?

You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away. It wasn’t your fault. You knew that. But still, that voice wouldn’t stop nagging.

Then, you felt the comforting presence of Leon, silent, steady.

Stop thinking about this, you thought, pushing the spiraling thoughts back down. But the ache in your arm remained, a quiet reminder.

And then, unexpectedly, as the boy was about to scurry off, Leon punched him. The crowd gasped. The guy almost fell back, hands pressed to his bleeding nose.

Shit, had he really just done that?

A wave of shock rolled over you, followed by a surge of gratitude. The boy had been disgusting, his touch violating, and in that moment, the justice of seeing him knocked down was almost cathartic.

You hadn’t asked for it, but Leon had taken control, he had done something. Your arm still ached, but somehow, it didn’t feel as heavy now. You felt like you were no longer entirely vulnerable, like there was someone standing between you and the dangers of the world.

“Are you okay?” Leon asked, bringing you back to the present.

You simply nodded, too flooded by emotions to put words together. You glanced at him. Beneath the calm exterior you had seen when you met him, you could now sense something else.

“I am.” You whispered, finally finding your voice.

“I think we should go.”

“I… came with my friends.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Pinky and Shannon approached you, and you explained what happened. After showing them the scratch, you all agreed to leave with Leon. Shannon and Pinky squeezed into the back, leaving the front passenger seat open for you.

As Leon drove, you found yourself distracted by his silver rings and the luxurious watch on his wrist, definitely a Rolex. And his car, a black Bugatti, screamed wealth.

Leon had to be loaded.

“I can’t believe he did that. What a jerk.” Pinky said, shaking her head. “He had that hit coming. You were amazing, Leon.”

Leon glanced at you, then at her. “I haven’t even told you my name yet.”

“Oh, but she has mentioned you a lot lately.”

Leon glanced back at you, but it was brief. He had to keep his focus on the road, after all. You, on the other side, wanted to disappear and drag Pinky with you.

“Interesting.” Leon murmured, smirking. “But I’d prefer you call me Yuta.”

The car fell into a comfortable silence until Shannon groaned from the back.

“Oh, no. She drank too much.”

Yuta and you looked at each other for a second, panicking. If Shannon threw up in this fucking expensive car, you would kill her. Yuta quickly parked on the side of the road, and Shannon opened the door, intending to leave. Her plan failed, and instead, she leaned out to vomit. Pinky removed her seat belt to grab her hair and pat her back, telling her to breathe and calm down.

You buried your face in your hands, mortified.

“Are you feeling better?” Yuta asked Shannon once she had closed the door. The younger girl leaned her head on Pinky’s shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

Shortly after, Yuta parked in front of the club. Shannon and Pinky exited, thanking him for the ride.

When they were out of sight, Yuta laughed lightly. Your cheeks burned.

“Please don't laugh.” You said, covering your face once again. “That was so embarrassing.”

“Come on, it was funny.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t even.” There were a few seconds of silence. “I’m sorry if sending you my number with Kahi scared you.”

“Well, you’ve punched someone for me tonight, I can’t be mad at you.”

Yuta laughed again.

You looked out the window for a moment, wishing that this moment could be extended a little longer. But you were starting to feel the effects of alcohol, and you were very tired. Your arm hurt.

“I better get going. I’ve got work to do tomorrow.”

You felt a buzz of heat in your chest, your arm still aching from the earlier incident, but the night had ended with the memory of Yuta’s smile lingering. As you waved him goodbye, you knew you’d be thinking about him for a long time.

Back at the club, Kahi sat at a table, working. She barely glanced at you.

“Looks like you had a good time.”

“I did.” You replied, surprised by her irritated tone. “What are you working on?”

“Numbers.” She muttered, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Not everyone has the privilege to enjoy a night off.”

You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push further. You were too tired, too confused to do so.

“Well, you’re the boss after all, right?”

“Yeah.” Kahi clenched her teeth. “I am.”

You shrugged it off, heading to your room. Pinky was already in bed, removing her makeup. You changed into your pajamas, slid into bed, and tried to forget about the night, but all you could think about was Yuta.

The scent of pancakes filled the air. The girls were already deep into their meals, and so you assumed they were just too hungry to wait for you. You sat beside Pinky and poured yourself some orange juice.

“So, you guys had a good time last night?” Yehana asked, watching Shannon struggle to open her mouth. The girl looked like passing out from the worst hangover imaginable.

“It could have been better.” Pinky said, grabbing a waffle from the plate at the center of the table.

“Why? What happened?”

Before you could say anything, you stretched your arm across the table to show her the scratch. It had turned red, and you felt the sting as your skin brushed the fabric of your sleeve.

“One of the guy’s friends tried to make a move on me.” You said, quietly. “And this is what I got for turning him down.”

“Oh fuck.” Yehana grabbed your arm, inspecting the mark before letting go. “What did you do?”

Pinky leaned forward and answered for you, her tone a mix of incredulity and amusement.

“Do you remember that guy who’s been eyeing her for days? Yeah, he appeared out of nowhere and punched the motherfucker who was bothering her.”

“No way!” Yehana’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes!” Pinky burst out laughing. “But I think she didn’t notice how he was looking at her last night. Trust me, he wants to bang her.”

A soft blush crept up your face, but you tried to ignore it as the conversation turned to other topics.

As the morning progressed, you discover the reason for Kahi’s bitchy behavior: Raina and Nana had resigned. No one knew why, they had just left without saying goodbye. Kahi didn’t explain, and you didn’t feel like pressing her for answers.

The club wasn’t as packed as it usually was, but you preferred it that way. Fewer people to serve meant less chaos. Kaeun was getting more comfortable behind the bar, her nerves fading as she gained confidence. It was a relief to finally feel like you had some help, especially since you still had to pick up extra shifts while Kahi looked for replacements.

You carried a tray with three cocktails to a table near the stage. Eunwoo, whose blond hair shimmered under the pink spotlights, was dancing on the pole. You set the drinks down quickly, turning to leave when you overheard some men discussing what they’d like to do to her.

The conversation made your stomach churn, and you couldn’t get away from it fast enough.

Then, Yuta walked in. He was dressed in the same black suit as the first time you saw him, and his gaze swept the room before locking onto you. He made his way over once you finished delivering the drinks.

“Good to see you again.”

“Likewise.” You replied, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. You gestured to the seat beside you. “What can I get you?”

“Whiskey. Dry.”

“Got it.”

Just as you began to work on his drink, Kahi appeared at the table. Without acknowledging you or anyone else, she slid into the seat beside Yuta. She didn’t speak a word until you served him his whiskey.

“I want a Bloody Mary.” Kahi said, her tone flat and demanding.

You raised an eyebrow, a tightness forming in your chest. No please? No thank you? You kept your expression neutral.

“Of course, miss.” You replied, forcing a smile. Stay professional, you thought, don’t take it personally.

When you turned to leave for the bar, you couldn’t help but feel the sting of Kahi’s casual rudeness. The sound of the tray hitting the table echoed a little louder than necessary. You exchanged a few words of frustration with Kaeun, who admitted that Kahi had yelled at her during your night off for not being fast enough with the drinks. It was nice to know you weren’t the only one who felt the pressure.

When you finally returned with Kahi’s drink, you placed it down in front of her with more force than usual. You couldn’t shake the frustration that had been building all night. Still, you knew you had to keep walking on eggshells. This job was all you had.

Yuta caught your eye as you left the table, his gaze warm, and a slow, incredibly attractive smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You quickly turned away, your heart fluttering.

Another night, and once again, Yuta showed up at the club, only this time, he and Kahi disappeared into her office. The door had been closed for nearly an hour now, based on your estimate. A string of red light from the spotlights managed to creep down the hallway, casting an eerie glow on the door. It looked almost like a portal to somewhere unknown, both unsettling and oddly enchanting.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Before they entered the office, there had been a brief exchange between them: an argument, you’d noticed. You didn’t know what it was about, but Kahi had seemed restless, defensive.

The pair clearly had some history together, but why had Yuta shown up out of nowhere? Why hadn’t his name come up in any of Kahi’s conversations in the four years you’d worked here?

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Kaeun asked, leaning over the counter, trying to peer through the crack in the office door.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the closed door, your unease growing. “But whatever it is, it’s not good.”

You were placing the last glass under the counter when Baekho slid onto the stool across from you, his gaze heavy and distant. He rested his elbows on the counter and spoke with a low voice.

“I need alcohol.”

You studied his face before reaching for a freshly washed glass and filling it with vodka. His eyes seemed tired, his expression worn.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, your tone filled with concern.

“My girlfriend’s period is late.” He muttered after a while, looking down at his hands.

Your breath hitched in your chest as you stifled a gasp, wide-eyed in disbelief. You watched him gulp down half the vodka in one go, his eyes glistening with the threat of tears.

Kaeun, ever the optimist, leaned in with a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Baekho. If she’s pregnant, she can always choose to terminate the pregnancy... but if you decide to keep it, I’m sure you’d make a great father.”

You saw where Kaeun’s kind words were coming from, but they hit wrong. You shook your head, trying to catch her attention, your panic growing with each word.

“No, Kaeun.” You whispered urgently. “Baekho… can’t have kids.”

Kaeun’s face blanched, her mouth falling open. Her voice barely a whisper as she muttered a soft “oh”, her eyes darting between you and Baekho. She seemed embarrassed, unsure of how to save face.

The boy, unable to hold back any longer, downed the rest of his drink, slamming the empty glass onto the counter with a force that nearly shattered it.

“Alright, Baekho, listen to me.” You said, trying to steady your voice. “A woman’s period can be late for so many reasons. Don’t panic just yet.”

He nodded slowly, brushing the tears from his face with the back of his hand. You reached out, gently running your fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to comfort, even though you couldn’t fully understand the weight of his pain.

It was difficult enough for him to come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t have children, especially when fatherhood meant so much to him. But now, the thought of a possible infidelity added an unbearable layer of hurt, and you could see how deeply it cut, especially considering how much he loved his girlfriend.

The hours passed, and still, the door stayed shut. As the night progressed and the club began to empty, Pinky and Roa took over cleaning the room while you scrubbed glasses, your thoughts a constant loop. The sound of the office door opening caught you off guard. You froze, hand still gripping the glass you were cleaning.

Kahi cleared her throat, her voice sharp. You tried to compose yourself, but the tension in the air hung thick.

“Our guest is leaving.”

Kahi said, her tone cold. She headed towards the door with her usual air of control, and the remaining girls mumbled awkward goodbyes. Yuta then did something that made your heart sink: he ignored you.

The wave of disappointment hit you hard as soon as the door closed. For some reason, you had hoped for more. More acknowledgement, more attention. But he’d spent the entire night with Kahi, as if you didn’t matter at all. You knew it was irrational to feel upset, but that didn’t stop the frustration from boiling over.

You grabbed your phone the moment you hit the bed, fingers moving quickly over the screen as you typed:

We should go out sometime.

The message felt like a small, desperate plea, but you hit send before you could second-guess yourself.

After inspecting your clothes, Pinky decided to lend you one of her dresses. Each of them was beautiful, and it took you a while to decide which one you wanted to wear.

It was a Saturday night, and Yuta had invited you out for dinner. Where he would take you was a secret. Would it be elegant? Romantic? You tried not to get your hopes up too much. After all, it was just the first date. The location didn’t matter that much, you just wanted to get to know him.

I’m outside. You ready?

Coming.

You quickly hopped off the bed, with Pinky by your side, and made your way through the hallway.

“What if the conversation gets awkward?” You asked, your nerves starting to show.

“Ask him questions.” Pinky suggested, adjusting the collar of your coat.

“What if I run out of things to ask?”

“Then he’ll come up with something.” She reassured you.

“But-”

“Hey.” She raised a hand and pressed her finger to your lips, halting your words. “Everything will be fine. You’ve got this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Trust me, I’ve got a sixth sense for these things.” Once you reached the front door, Pinky straightened your dress and gave you an encouraging smile. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Yuta was standing outside, leaning against the passenger door of his scandalously expensive car, dressed in a dark blue suit. When he heard the door open, his face lit up.

He opened the passenger door for you and whispered in your ear as you slipped inside:

“You look gorgeous.”

Soft music played inside, and you couldn’t help but be thankful that he hadn’t seen the way your face had turned red at his compliment. As you fastened your seatbelt, Yuta climbed in and started the car. It moved smoothly, the hum of the engine almost soothing.

“So...” You hesitated, trying to break the silence. “Where are we going?”

“One of my friends owns this restaurant…” He explained, his hands gripping the wheel. “The Lotus. Have you heard of it?”

Of course you had! It was the restaurant of the moment, a must-visit place for celebrities.

A sudden feeling of self-consciousness flooded your body. Everyone there would be wearing designer clothes, while you wore a cheap (beautiful, nonetheless) dress. Maybe this whole date hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Maybe people like Yuta weren’t supposed to mingle with people like you.

Yuta kept on driving, oblivious to the insecurities creeping up inside you.

You turned your gaze out the window as the car left the industrial area where the club was, moving toward the open roads. The landscape seemed barren: yellow, dry ground as far as you could see. The scenery changed the more you drove, passing through residential neighborhoods where houses with two, three, four floors lined the streets.

One house, in particular, caught your eye. It was built from red bricks, with a black front door adorned with decorative glass featuring a delicate floral pattern. Stairs led up to a small entrance, surrounded by vibrant, colorful plants. Beside the door, a large window caught your attention, though white curtains obscured the view, leaving you to imagine what the living room might look like inside.

You could only dream of owning a house like that. Your salary barely covered the basics: rent, food, your phone bill. There wasn’t much left after paying for all of that.

Yuta’s voice brought you back to the present. Had you really been quiet the entire drive? You felt guilty for not trying to make conversation.

The entrance of The Lotus loomed before you, and suddenly, the reality of the situation hit you like a wave. Elegance, money, power. Three things you didn’t have. A young man opened the car door for you, and you stepped out with shaky legs. Yuta handed the keys to the valet and walked to you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

The glass doors opened automatically when you approached them and, inside, a hostess greeted you warmly and took your coats before guiding you to your table in the center of the salon. The sound of your heels was muffled by the plush red carpet, and you couldn’t avoid glimpsing your reflection in the mirrored walls.

Yuta ordered an expensive wine, and you nearly choked on your saliva when you saw the price.

Of course, it was simply pocket money when it came to Yuta.

The wine was delicious, and so you tried to let go of your discomfort. You were into the starters, eating something with salmon and some lemon, when a question you’d been holding onto slipped out.

“How can you afford all of this?”

Yuta raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “You aren’t one to beat around the bush, huh?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

“I-”

“I inherited the family business after my parents’ death. I own Nakamuro Corporation.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Shut up. You really?”

Nakamura Corporation operated multiple businesses both nationally and internationally, from media and entertainment to luxury hotels. The Cerulean Hotel, owned by the company, was one of the most expensive hotels not only in South Korea, but in the world.

No wonder every single breath of his screamed wealth.

Yuta chuckled at your reaction. He went on to explain how, with no siblings, the entire family fortune fell to him after his parents’ passing. He had made some loyal friends throughout his life, such as Johnny, the owner of the restaurant you were eating in.

He had bought a penthouse in downtown Seoul as soon as he hit 21, but when the pressure of the business life became too much, he retreated to his family’s rural home in Japan, where his grandmother still lived.

“What about you?” He asked, his eyes sincere.

You mirrored his sip of wine, feeling the weight of the question.

“I, um… actually, I don’t really have any family. Just my girls.” You replied, your voice hollow. “My dad left when I was a baby, so my mom raised me as a single mother. When I turned 18, she met a guy online and… left. She didn’t even tell me. I came home from high school one day, and they were just gone. After waiting for a week, I realized they weren’t coming back.”

Yuta set his glass down, a look of genuine regret crossing his face.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Don’t worry about it. You couldn’t have known.” You said, spinning the drink inside your glass absently. You took a deep breath and continued. “I started crashing on friends’ couches, taking whatever shitty jobs I could find. Eventually, I ended up living in the streets, then found the Cherry Lips. I don’t believe in fate, but I genuinely think that someone watching over me moved the pieces so that I ended up there.”

Yuta listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. The dinner continued, the wine slowly disappeared, and the night soon came to an end. On the drive back to the club, the two of you chatted about everything and anything in particular. You loved seeing this side of him, more relaxed and open.

When you said your goodnights, you swore you had seen Yuta glancing at your lips.

If you had to pinpoint the moment everything started to crumble, it would be when clients began visiting Kahi’s office. They’d only be inside for a few minutes, but when they came out, they acted off. They’d tap their feet, glance around nervously, sweat. When they left, they could barely walk straight.

A nagging feeling settled deep within you, a sense that something big was about to blow up, and when it did, there would be no coming back from it. Two weeks later, you would find out just how right you were.

Eunwoo was performing on stage when a man suddenly lunged at her. Baekho and Minhyun were on him instantly, but the man was wild, completely out of control. With brutal force, he shoved Minhyun aside, sending him crashing into a nearby table. The table splintered, and Minhyun collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. Chaos erupted around you: Eunwoo’s screams, the other girls rushing from the dressing room to comfort her, and Baekho, with help, dragging the crazed man offstage.

Kahi appeared, her voice a booming command as she kicked everyone out. Kaeun rushed to Minhyun’s side, but you were frozen, staring at him, wondering if he was dead. Had you just witnessed a murder?

Kaeun grabbed his wrist, desperately searching for a pulse. When she finally found it, she sighed with relief, glanced at Kahi, and nodded. The pulse was weak, but it was there. He needed to get to a hospital.

Roa and Nayoung helped Baekho get Minhyun into the car, and you stood on the street with the other girls, watching the car disappear down the road.

Kahi turned back to the group, her face unreadable. “Get in.”

Everyone followed, hoping she’d finally explain what was going on, but she walked straight to her office, stopping only when you called out.

“What’s going on?”

“Sorry?”

“Clearly something’s wrong.” You spoke louder, your voice firmer now. “Customers have been acting weird, getting in and out of your office every night, and now this. We work here, we live here. We deserve to know if something’s happening.”

Kahi looked you dead in the eye, but there was nothing in her expression. After a long, uncomfortable silence, she spoke.

“You’re right. I owe you the truth.” She straightened up, crossing her arms defensively. “We’re bankrupt. I’ve been selling coke to be able to pay the bills.”

Your world stopped. The words didn’t make sense at first, and you couldn’t process them. The girls around you wore identical expressions of shock.

“Kahi, are you insane?” Pinky cried. “You’re going to get us all in trouble!”

“What if someone finds out and goes to the cops?” Roa asked, her voice trembling as she sat down. “Oh, God…”

“No one will talk.” Kahi insisted, scanning the room, eyes stopping on each girl. “I’ve got pictures. They don’t want their wives, girlfriends, or bosses to find out where their money’s really going.”

You scoffed, running a hand through your hair. “If blackmail is your only backup plan, we’re literally fucked.”

“Then tell me how else I can keep this place running.” Kahi snapped, raising her voice. But you weren’t scared anymore.

“Well, shit, not by selling drugs!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “Why didn’t you ask for a loan? I don’t know! Do you have any idea how close tonight came to ending worse? What if Minhyun had died? What would you have done then?”

“But he didn’t die.” Kahi shot back.

You couldn’t believe that the woman in front of you, the one you had once looked up to, could act like this. So irrationally, so blind.

“He could have died.” You pressed. “And you’re our boss, Kahi, you’re supposed to protect us.”

The other girls murmured in agreement, but Kahi stood firm, her expression stone-cold.

“I’ll make this clear once and for all: I’ll do anything to keep this club afloat.”

“I get that.” You said, crossing your arms, mimicking her defensive stance. “But this isn’t the way.”

“If you don’t like it, then leave.”

The words hit you like a punch. Your heart skipped a beat, and you could barely find your voice.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me. You’re fired.”

“Seriously? You’re kicking me out because I won’t go along with this?”

Kahi stepped forward, her perfume overwhelming. You could feel her breath as she towered over you.

“Anyone else?” She scanned the room, her eyes daring anyone to speak. But there was silence. She turned back to you, her final words cutting through the air. “I want you out first thing in the morning.”

You stared at her, her face a mask of cold indifference, and for the first time, you realized that the woman you once knew had disappeared. Even if things had been awkward lately, the realization hurt more than you thought.

“You’re such a bitch.” You said quietly, savoring the words you’d wanted to say for so long.

Kahi didn’t answer. She just turned, and the sound of her office door closing was the final blow. Your body sank into a nearby chair. The girls gathered around, comforting you, vowing to talk to Kahi and get you back in, but deep down, you knew it was over.

And maybe, just maybe, it was for the best.

You spent the rest of the night packing. You dug out your old bag from the closet and stuffed your clothes inside, the rest of your things going into a new backpack.

You didn’t sleep.

The next morning, you dressed in silence, the weight of what was happening sinking in. Despite the girls’ attempts to change Kahi’s mind, you knew there was no turning back. Kahi only emerged from her office to hand you a letter of recommendation and your severance pay.

You took one last look at your room. Regret gnawed at you, but there was no changing what had happened. You grabbed your things and walked down the hall, the entire situation feeling unfair.

When you reached the club’s floor, the place you once hated now felt like it was a part of you. The girls surrounded you, tears in their eyes. Kahi was nowhere in sight. You said goodbye to each of them, your heart breaking with each embrace, trying to hold back tears.

But they were your family, after all.

Pinky was the last to hug you, holding you tighter than anyone. Her tears soaked your shirt as she clung to you like you were her lifeline. You held her close, squeezing back.

Saying goodbye to the girls was hard, but parting from Pinky, someone you thought of as a little sister, the one who had made this place bearable, was even worse.

“Why are we being so dramatic?” Siyeon asked, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “We’ll keep in touch, right? We have phones.”

Nayeon nodded, trying to stay composed, but her mascara was smeared all over her face.

“Where will you go?” Kyla asked, brushing hair from her face.

“I don’t know-” You admitted, gently stroking Siyeon’s arm. “But I’ll figure it out and call you once I find somewhere to stay.”

You sighed deeply, grabbed your sports bag, and turned to leave. But before you could take another step, you remembered something.

“Please tell Baekho I said goodbye, and that I hope everything works out for him. Can you do that for me?”

Kaeun nodded, her voice soft yet firm. “Of course. I’ll tell him.”

You hated goodbyes, especially because you never really got to say them before. Your father had left before you even knew how to speak, and your mother had just vanished.

With your backpack over one shoulder and your sports bag in hand, you opened the door and walked out. You glanced one last time at the club, the place that had been both hell and home to you.

You walked down the street, trying to come to terms with what had just ended.

At the end of the street, you stopped, unwilling to look back. But you did anyway. The club’s neon sign flickered off, a dim glow that mirrored the hollow feeling in your chest.

You dropped your bags and sat on the sidewalk, pulling out your phone. You stared at the screen, unsure if you should call. But you dialed anyway.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw a familiar car turn onto the street and park in front of you.

Yuta stepped out, confusion creasing his brow when he saw your bags.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice gentle but full of concern.

And just like that, you broke. The dam you’d been holding back all night crumbled, and the tears spilled out. You collapsed against him the moment he sat down next to you, your body shaking with the release.

“Kahi fired me.” You whispered through sobs. “She kicked me out.”

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vanesycho · 6 months ago

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Hi hello 👋🏻 , can I request yuta fingering or fisting and overestimaulate his partner

this looks like it fits yuta , right?

author's note:i fucking love his fingers...I think he is really the type to drive his partner crazy by making them cum multiple times(just sayinggg) anyway thank you for your request🫶🏻 I hope it was as you wanted, enjoyyy🤍

warning:smut, fingering, overstimulating, dirty talk(?)

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“Y-yuta...Please, I can’t take it anymore…” Yuta ignored your pleas once again. His fingers went in and out of your pussy to make you cum for the 4th time. You didn’t even have the strength to moan anymore, you just whimpered from the sensitivity and tears fell down your cheeks, Yuta leaned in and sucked on your clit, you moved your hips again with a teary voice. “Stay still.” He lifted his head and looked at you, his serious gaze alone making you shiver.

Yuta went back to destroying your pussy, curling his fingers and hitting your sensitive spot a few times but just when you were about to reach the point of pleasure and cum, he pulled his fingers out, you whined loudly. He looked at you ruined and grinned. Your tears had soaked your cheeks, the wetness of your pussy was seeping between your legs, you were exactly the consistency he wanted. He brought his fingers to your pussy but this time he took care of your clit before he put them inside you. He started stroking in circles, fingers were filled with your juices. “You can still cum, right, baby? I know you can.” You shook your head. “Too much… It’s too much. Please..”

He laughed hysterically. “How pathetic.” He licked his dry lips and moved closer to your neck, noticing that the marks he left from the previous time were slowly starting to fade away so he added new ones. You threw your head back, Yuta spread your legs that you were trying to close and spoke harshly against your neck. “Stop moving or this won’t be the end, understand? I’ll make you cum four more times, regardless of how much you cry.” You couldn’t answer, Yuta didn’t need it anyway. He easily slid three fingers into your pussy, leaned in and started licking your clit with light tongue movements. The pleasure you were getting from both sides increased your whimpering sounds, your voice reaching Yuta’s ears as he moaned into your pussy with pleasure.

“I'm gonna..Yuta-” one hand went to his hair, the desire to cum welling up inside you, and Yuta was ready to give it to you. He sped up his fingers and hit your pleasure point many times again, licking the extra flow of your juices and pulling back, leaving it to his fingers alone. “Are you going to cum again? It’s so sweet how pathetic and eager you are for my fingers, baby. Now cum again and make me happy once more, hm?” In no time, your cum was once again covering Yuta’s fingers, he pulled it out of his fingers and licked it. You closed your eyes tiredly, letting out a deep breath. But opened again when you felt movement next to you and looked at Yuta who was sitting next to you, seeing his smirk on his face. “Come here.”

He patted his lap, you stopped at first, but you knew Yuta would get mad if you didn’t, so you got on his lap, he turned you over and laid you down sideways on his lap. Started caressing your ass, leaned down and gave them a few bites and kisses. Then his hand moved between your legs, you held your breath for a moment, "Not again..Please," He put one finger inside you, his other hand roamed the curves of your body. "Every time you complain I'll make you cum again, maybe this way you'll stop defying me?" Yuta put a second finger in and without waiting he sped up his hand. He looked at how your hips moved as his two fingers moved quickly and smiled slightly.

You moved your hips needily, something inside you was between pleasure and sensitivity and it was driving you crazy. You felt close to cumming again, you pushed your hips into his fingers with desire, you were about to reach your point of pleasure, your pussy tightened around Yuta’s fingers. But he stopped as you felt close to cumming, you let out a whine, Yuta slowed down his movements. “So much complaining and whining, but then you shamelessly push your hips against my fingers to cum.” He started to hit your pleasure point slowly, you felt your eyes fill with tears again. “Such a naughty but needy slut.” He grinned to himself and sped up his fingers again.

The same feeling took over your body again, you felt close to cumming again and this time you begged him not to stop. Yuta listened to all your pleas with pleasure and gave you what you wanted. Wetness was seeping from your pussy, making Yuta lick his lips, one hand holding you by your waist so you wouldn’t move. His fingers continued to ravage you, you arched your back, moaning almost in tears as your pleasure spot was hit nonstop. Then your body relaxed, you came onto his fingers once more, releasing your clenched body. Yuta pulled his fingers out of you, licking the juices from your pussy clean and sucking it all off. He looked at how exhausted you were and patted your ass lightly a few times. “You better rest, because the swelling underneath you isn’t going to go down on its own.”

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{ BACK 2 “ONE WAY TiCKET” }

Look at him. Mr. Nakamoto—your very own McDreamy—mowing the yard in impossible heat. You’re 101% sure there’s a heat warning.

He’s handsome and perfect in every way, but unfortunately, isn’t your husband. He’s your mother’s. He’s miserable being your mother’s, but she’s never around enough for him to break it to her.

You’re stuck in his house until college begins again in August, but for now; you opt to watch him from the patio with all the shade you could possibly need. Just sitting there in nothing but one of his not sweat drenched tank tops all because he told you to, “Wait here like a good fuckin’ girl.”

And you were—you are—his good girl. Always.

Just like moments earlier when he very kindly asked you if he could eat you out. You said yes; obviously.

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Nakamoto to conclude his mowing as the next thing you know—he’s looming right over you! His eyes are incredibly dark when you look up at him. You should’ve trusted him when he said he could handle heat, he’s not sweat-drenched like you thought he’d be.

“Hi, sweetheart.” he greets, his dark eyes contrasting with the slight smile he gives you. Before you can say a word, he moves you to sit atop the patio table and spreads your legs wide open, lifting up your tank shirt above your chest in the process. You’re about to say something out of the sudden embarrassment, but he manages to stop you. “Were you a good girl?”

You nod eagerly, “I did everything you said.”

“You did.” he smirked, “You sat here all nice and pretty for me, honey,” his eyes darted to your tits. He pinched your nipples making you gasp, “and Daddy’s so proud of you, sitting here in all the heat.”

But suddenly, he pointed to somewhere behind you—“Look over there.”—immediately causing you to turn your head in confusion. “I- I don’t see anything- oh!” you gasped. You felt something hot and hard begin to rub up and down your still soaked pussy. Mr. Nakamoto was dragging his cock up and down your cunt, rubbing your clit with his tip every now and then. You tried to jut your hips forward, whining “Please just fuck me, Daddy, d-don’t tease!”

Mr. Nakamoto chuckled at you.

His cock notched at your slit, you braced for him to push in.

He shoved in. He plunged inside, all the way, making you scream and Mr. Nakamoto groan.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “So good, always so fuckin’ good, baby.”

His hand held you by your left thigh as he thrust up into you, watching in awe as your tits bounced up and down with every move he made. “So good, so pretty,” he grunted.

You whined, nodding with your teeth sunken in your bottom lip, “M’good,” you blabbered “m’good…good girl.”

He chuckled, “That’s right honey,” he landed a small slap to your face with his free hand, he likes seeing his hand print on your body “you’re a very good girl.”

You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back, just getting lost in the feeling of him. It made Mr. Nakamoto place his hand on your throat, his grasp just tight enough to make you feel a little pressure. With a particular thrust, he hit the good spot inside you and you cried out his name, “Daddy!”

It was always like this, you screaming and crying when he fucked you. Mr. Nakamoto only constantly let out grunts and curses, though he is just as affected as you are—it makes you burn with embarrassment the more you think about it.

You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly swatted your hand away. “Lemme’ do it, sweetheart.”

You quickly nodded, your mouth agape when he reached down between the both of you to play with your clit.

Mr. Nakamoto spread your leg to the side just a little farther and his thrusts fastened, becoming more hurried by the second. He was about to cum. You couldn’t imagine if he was hard just thinking about you the entire time he was mowing the yard.

You whine and try to swallow the spit in your mouth as an attempt at moistening your mouth. Your hips are jutting in his direction, wanting to meet his hips. Neither of you seemed to mind the sound of skin slapping, or the fact you were both so loud with your cries and his grunts, being in your own backyard seemed like being in your own world.

“Can you cum, baby? Can my good little slut come all over Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice raspy and laced with want.

“M-Mhm,” you nodded “M-M’gonna cum all over y-your dick, Daddy~”

You threw your head back again, focusing on his thrusts and his hands all over you until you felt a bubbling in your cunt and lower stomach. You closed your eyes and let your whines ring through the air all high-pitched and needy. You could practically see Mr. Nakamoto’s smile when you came all over him. Cries of “Daddy!” escaped from your lips over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over the both of you while you came, your orgasm triggering Mr. Nakamoto’s own. He fucked you even faster than before, murmuring on and on about how much he loves his “little slut”. He groaned all loud and throated, spilling his cum inside of you, his hips twitching and everything. Mr. Nakamoto didn’t dare to pull out.

He kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your lips, and eventually made it down to your neck and chest where he basically bit you all over leaving soon-to-be hickies in his wake.

He unfortunately pulled out, watching in amusement as his cum spilled out of you and onto the patio and table as he adjusted himself back into the shorts he wore.

You wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling him flush to your body, you kissed him, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He’d probably punish you later for that. Not that you cared much, you’d take it.

You pulled back, grinning, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“My pleasure, bab-”

There was a loud “ahem” that clearly came from the neighbor next door. But to be honest, “next door” was a little far away.

You both stared at each other in embarrassment.

“Let’s ‘hope’ they don’t tell your mom.” he light-heartedly laughed. Mr. Nakamoto’s (and your) focus went back to kissing you. “Yeah.” You hummed, smiling against his lips, he mirrored your expression before his eyes shot down to your phone.

It was ringing. It was your mom.

Suddenly, it felt way over a hundred degrees outside.

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10byten · 1 month ago

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Hey 🖤 I’m starting a story with vampires, interesting creatures and all the chaos that comes with it. It might be a couple parts, maybe more. I’ve got this idea for Yuta, and I thought, “Why not?”. Just trying something new. Hope you like it! ✨

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- You’ve spent your whole life trapped in this dead-end town, dreaming of something—anything—out of the ordinary. Then he walks in. all long hair, silver rings, and a gaze that pins you to the earth like gravity itself. one accidental touch, and suddenly the world tilts. your heart stutters. the air crackles. he looks at you like he’s just found something he’s spent lifetimes searching for. And he’s not leaving without figuring out why.-

Living in a boring, nothing-ever-happens small town had always felt like the curse of your life. Or maybe some kind of cosmic punishment for a crime you don’t remember committing in another lifetime. Most people here were painfully average and weirdly content with their little drama-free lives. Ever since supernatural creatures had gone public, you’d been secretly hoping at least one person in town would turn out to be something interesting—a werewolf, a siren, anything with cool abilities. But nope. No thrilling secrets, no exciting new faces. Just the same old crowd. At least you had Danielle and Jungwoo, your two ride-or-die besties. Growing up together had bonded you forever, and they were the only reason you hadn’t died of sheer boredom yet. Well, them and your job at the town’s coffee shop/bookstore—a literal sanctuary for a bookworm like you. Life felt… stable. Predictable. Too peaceful. Or so you thought.

Jungwoo leaned against your counter, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I got some tea for you.”

“You always have tea for me.” You didn’t even look up from what you were doing.

“This one’s different. Big.”

“Oh, in that case, I’m dying to know.” The sarcasm dripped.

He bumped you with his hip. “You won’t be so cocky when you hear this.”

“Alright, spill before I actually die of suspense.”

“Jessica Rey slept with a vampire last night. Here. In our town.”

You blinked. “What? No way. No vampire would willingly step foot in this hellhole.”

“She met him at a bar in Duskford and, apparently, wasted zero time bringing him home. Never cared much for her, but honestly? Respect. That’s a power move.”

You smirked. “Would you do it?”

“Babe, please. Hell yes. Though I’d rather he be my snack than the other way around.”

“Just don’t get yourself killed over some random hookup.”

“Not just any hookup. The best hookup of my life.”

“Control yourself if you wanna keep hanging out with me.”

“Sorry, love. Once you start, you can’t stop. You’ll understand when it happens.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. Truthfully, you had no idea what sex with someone else could even do to you—no one in this town had ever caught your attention. No one deserved it.

“So... does this mean vampires are just around now?”

“No clue. But honestly? I wouldn’t mind. That said, I’m walking you home tonight. Just in case.”

“Jungwoo, please. You’re cuter than me, you should be worried.”

“Yeah, but baby, I have a weapon on me. No debate.”

“Fine. If you insist.”

You were wiping down the counter when the bell rang. You looked up, expecting your last customer of the night. Then you saw him.

Your heart skipped. Hard.

Tall, dark hair falling in soft waves, nails painted black, fingers adorned with gorgeous rings. A gleaming earring caught the light. His lips were obscenely perfect—heart-shaped, his nose sharp and elegant, high cheekbones casting shadows like he walked straight out of a Renaissance painting. And his eyes—lined in black, deep as an entire galaxy.

You literally forgot how to breathe.

“Good evening.”

His voice was deep, smooth, with that kind of lazy confidence that made your skin prickle. And that smile, oh my—devastating.

You snapped out of it, clearing your throat. “Good evening. Can I get you—uh, serve you something?”

His lips twitched, like he was amused. His gaze lingered. Like he was studying you. “If it’s not too late, an iced Americano. To go.”

You might have sounded a little disappointed at the “to go,” but whatever. It was closing time.

“Of course. Have a seat, I’ll bring it right over.”

Jungwoo was too caught up on his phone to notice him. Probably for the best. Because the whole time you made his drink, you felt it. Even from across the room, his eyes were on you. You swore you could feel his gaze on your skin, burning, searching. You risked another glance. Yep. Still staring. And smirking, like he knew something you didn’t. For a split second, you swore his eyes flashed silver. Oh, you're so screwed.

Like he was looking at you the way someone looks at a meal.

Swallowing hard, you walked over and set his drink down. He slid a bill onto the table. “Keep the change,” he murmured, fingers brushing yours as he reached for the cup.

It’s just a fleeting touch, nothing really— But it feels like someone just ran an electric current straight down your spine. Your heart skips a beat, and a deep, static hum rings in your ears. Something pulls at you, but you don’t know what. The room tilts, takes on a strange reddish hue, like the air itself is thickening around you. It’s suffocating. Like a storm just erupted inside your skull. Your legs give out. You reach for the back of a chair, desperate for balance— And then, an arm catches you. The moment his skin meets yours again, the sensation slams into you like a tidal wave— Hot. Intense. Overwhelming. Your breath hitches. Fear flashes in your eyes as you look at him, but no words come out. And for a split second—you’re not the only one affected. At your touch, he stumbles too, almost collapsing with you. His brows furrow, like he’s just been hit with something sharp and unpleasant. You’re practically on the floor now, and he’s bent over you, staring. Accusing. Like he’s demanding an answer for whatever the hell just happened. Like you did this to him. You don’t know what he’s expecting you to say. You don’t even know if you’ll ever be able to speak again. Then—his breath catches. His eyes flutter shut. He inhales. His face dips closer to your hair, his grip on you tightening. He breathes you in like you’re the most intoxicating thing he’s ever smelled. A low groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat. His arm tightened, pulling you closer.

You barely registered how close his face was to yours until you felt his breath on your lips.

His mouth parts. "Who are you?" His voice is low. Soft. Laced with something dangerously close to desire.

"I—I…" But nothing comes out.

He tried to move, but his body seemed frozen in place. His fingers slid into your hair, his touch feather-light yet possessive. He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

And, god, a part of you wanted him to.

A shaky breath left your lips as his fingers brushed your neck, and you instinctively gripped his arm. Your body wasn’t your own anymore—too warm, too lightheaded, too pulled toward him—do something.

His forehead pressed against yours as he whispered “I don’t know if it’s you doing this... but if you want me to help you up, you need to stop.”

His voice was like a spell, dragging you deeper under. And it wrecks you. Your head falls back, a helpless sound escaping your throat. You want it to stop. You need it to stop. And yet— A part of you wants him to stay like this forever. It’s too good. It feels like he’s unraveling you from the inside out.

The second he feels you relax, he knows.

He knows it’s time.

With effortless strength, he lifts you like you weigh nothing and sets you down onto the table behind him. Your mind is spinning. Too fast. Too much. He cups your chin, tilting your face up to his. Your eyes are hazy. Dazed. Strands of your hair have fallen across your face. And he just stares. Like he’s never seen anything like you before. Like you’re otherworldly.

"Who are you?" he murmured again.

"My name is… Y/N." You mumble, barely audible.

“Y/n,” he repeated, like he was testing how your name felt on his tongue. "But...what are you?" His fingers ghost over your cheek. "Why do you make me feel like this?"

His fingers ghosted over your cheek—

Before you could answer, Jungwoo’s voice shattered the trance.

“Oh my god, Y/n, are you okay?”

Jungwoo rushes over, placing a hand on your back. Yuta’s gaze flicks to him, assessing. Who is this guy to you ? But he senses no threat. So he answers, calm and composed. "She just had a little episode. You should get her some water."

Jungwoo hesitates, eyes flicking between you two. But he nods. "Yeah, okay—I'll be right back."

The moment he’s gone, Yuta’s hands frame your face, holding you there. Just looking. Like he’s memorizing you.

"Well." A smirk tugs at his lips. "It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Y/N, I’m Yuta." His voice drops, softer. "I have to go. Urgent business calls. But don’t worry…" His fingers trace your wrist as he takes your hand. "I’ll be back for you."

You barely manage to shake your head. You don’t want him to go. You need him to stay. You don’t know why.

He caught your wrist, lifting it to his lips. The ghost of a kiss burned into your skin—another shockwave—and then— He was gone.

Later, lying on Jungwoo’s couch, you could still feel it. His touch. His eyes on you. The way the whole world had tilted. Jungwoo flopped down beside you.

“Sooo. You gonna tell me who the hell that was?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Are you gonna look for him?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think I need to.” You smile, replaying his words in your head.

Jungwoo raised an eyebrow.

“He said he’d come back for me.”

And somehow, you knew he would.

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NCT 127's Dorm Maid Ch. 5 - Yuta

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid Genre: smut Chapter: 5 Characters: Yuta x oc/reader Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Contains: Dom/sub, spanking, restraining, choking, hair pulling, deep throating, teasing Summary: When NCT’s Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT’s new dorm maid. NCT weren’t unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

For some reason in the past few days Yuta would often glance at me or stare me down as I worked, even when I wasn’t wearing anything revealing or provocative to give him a reason to stare so much.

Sometimes he would even purposely drop something on the floor for me to pick up and he would watch as I did. It was kind of annoying I won’t lie but the way he would look at me got me feeling all hot and bothered. Something about his eyes.

He was kind of cocky with me at times, which was also super annoying, but god damn it it was also so hot. It got me thinking about how cocky he’d be in bed. But I did try to ignore it and focus on my job.

One day I decided to nag everyone about the toothpaste that was always left open and the pile of clothes I’d find on the floor of the bathroom and anywhere else.

“Okay, I’m getting sick of this, who is it? Who’s the one leaving the tube of toothpaste open, and who’s leaving clothes on the floor? Are you that lazy? The basket is right there, how do you miss the basket, I don’t understand-”

The boys stared at me and Jaehyun pointed at Yuta “It’s him, he’s the culprit!” I glared at Yuta as he nodded his head and admitted it.

“It’s not that hard to put the cap back on the tube, what are you so in a hurry for that you don’t close it? It literally takes like a second, and the clothes? Like I said the basket is right there, I swear if you can’t just do the simplest of things then I feel sorry for your future spouse..."

“Ooo Yuta is getting nagged by the maid, he fucked up!” Mark snickered.

“And? You’re our maid, it’s the maid’s job to clean, so why should I do all that?” Yuta said childishly.

The boys and I all stared at Yuta, our mouths gaped open. I closed my jaw and crossed my arms under my chest “Fine, you keep doing that, you’ll see what happens the next time I find those things like that...”

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” He raised a brow, leaning back against the sofa with his arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, and I swear I can see a small smirk forming on his lips.

So I smirked back “Is that what you’re into?” I shrugged “I’ll make sure to buy a paddle just for you then, little prince.”

“Hohooo shit! She just called Yuta a bottom!" Mark laughed.

I smiled sweetly and turned away to make my way into the kitchen.

The next day I was relaxing on my sofa in my bathrobe after I had a nice soak in the bath. I was reading a book as I drank the strawberry milkshake I had made for myself when the sound of my doorbell caught my attention. I set down my milkshake and book, fixing my robe on me to make sure I was covered as I went to the door monitor to see who it was.

On the camera I saw Yuta with a box so I opened the door for him “Hey Yuta, what’s with the box?”

“Doyoung’s mom sent us some homemade kimchi and he told me to bring some down for you too.”

“Oh! Thank you, you can just set it down here...” I stepped back and opened the door wider for him. Yuta stepped inside, placing the box down.

He turned to face me and he not so subtly looked me up and down. He stepped closer to me and reached over my shoulder, shutting the door behind me, moving closer to me as he did so. I instinctively stepped back as he got closer until my back hit the door. He had me pinned, one hand resting by my head against the door as he traced my jawline with the back of his fingers with his other hand as my heart pounded against my chest in excitement.

He let out a soft hum, as if in thought “You know, you lied to me the other day, you thought I wouldn’t find out?”

“Lied? About what?” My voice came out small, his intense stare was intimidating.

“Usually people try to hide evidence better than that, did you think I wouldn’t notice the used condom sitting on top of the pile of trash in the trash bin when I went to check on Jungwoo?” He tsked and shook his head “Just like that day with Mark, you think I didn’t know about that? You really need to work on your discreteness,” My eyes widened when he mentioned Mark.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, he was now smirking at me, his face inches from mine, his fingers slowly moving down my robe, gripping onto the only thing holding my robe together and keeping my body from being exposed.

“I saw it with my own two eyes, I decided to keep quiet thinking you two had a thing but…with Jungwoo…I realized you’re just a horny little girl...” He tugged on the belt of the robe, the fabric now hanging to the sides, my bare body now uncovered. I shuddered as the cold air hit my body.

He pressed his body against mine, burying his face against my neck, kissing and sucking my skin as he worked his way up my jawline, to my ear, whispering huskily.

“Now tell me cutie, how kinky are you? Because I’d really love to rough you up right now, I want to see what a dirty little girl you really are, make you beg for my cock...” my breath hitched and my thighs pressed against each other on their own to create friction as a shudder of excitement raced down my spine.

My hands clenched onto the front of his shirt as I gulped down hard before answering “Let’s just say, there really isn’t much I’d say no to-”

“I like that answer.”

He pressed his lips against mine, hands roaming my body, massaging my breasts. He pressed his thigh up between mine, pressing up against me and I began to move my hips against his thigh. He lips parted from mine before latching them onto the skin of my neck. I rested my head back against the door, letting out a sigh as I grew more and more aroused.

Yuta soon lifted both of my legs up to his waist and I wrapped them around him, my arms snaking around his neck. He then proceeded to carry me into the living room, setting me down on my feet in front of the coffee table. He pushed my robe off my shoulders, and it slid down my arms and onto the floor. His hands then fiddled with his belt buckle before pulling it off.

“Hands behind your back and turn around for me, Princess.” He emphasized calling me Princess.

I did as told without hesitation. I felt him tying my wrists up with his belt. He then turned me back around to face him, giving me a soft kiss on the lips before guiding me down onto my knees.

“Let me see that pretty little tongue of yours, Princess.”

My lips spread apart and I hung my tongue out for him. I looked up at him, my breath growing heavier in anticipation. I watched as his fingers moved to open to the button and zipper on his pants before pulling his erection out. He was definitely a bit bigger than Mark, girthier too. I glanced up at him and he ran his fingers through my hair while he used his other hand to bring his cock closer to my lips, teasingly tapping it against my tongue.

“Do you want it princess?” He asked, his voice deep and low.

I let out a soft whimper and nodded in response. He smirked.

“Do you want to taste it? Feel deep down your throat? Does my little Princess want to choke on it?”

I once again nodded, squirming a bit as I whined for him to let me taste him. He soon stopped stroking my hair and gripped onto a bundle of my hair tightly, pushing my head forward, pushing his erection into my mouth. I immediately wrapped my lips around him and began to suck on his cock, moving my head in a back and forth motion.

He soon pulled my head back to let me catch my breath. “Can you hold your breath for long?”

I nodded.

“Let’s test that out then shall we shall we?”

He pushed the tip of his cock back into my mouth before roughly pushing my head in, I gagged as he pushed himself deep down my throat, tears forming on the corners of my eyes. He let out a deep groan, the sound of it sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I pressed my thighs together and squirmed as I grew more needy for him. He held my head in place for a few seconds, my eyes looking up to find his.

His eyes soon met mine “You look so fucking good, Princess,” he soon began to move his hips, slowly fucking my throat as he let out soft moans. He let me catch my breath again for a moment before resuming his actions, this time he was rougher. His hips thrusting forward hard as tears rolled down my cheeks, saliva escaping my lips and down my chin.

After a couple more thrusts he pulled out and let go of my hair, watching as I was panting, admiring my tear stained face. He soon lifted me and bent me over the coffee table, his hands roaming my ass, he lifted his hand, landing a hard spank against my ass. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss where he had spanked me before biting down and sucking. I let out a soft whimper, I was sure he had left a mark.

He soon spread my legs open “You’re so wet for me, Princess,” he let out a chuckle, this time biting down and sucking on the back of my thigh as his thumb teased my wet throbbing lips, moving it up and down as he played with my juices.

“These marks are for whoever else you’re fucking to see how much of slut you are...”

I felt his tongue move along my folds , flicking against my clit, before hips lips latched around it. He sucked on it for a bit before dragging his tongue back up between my folds. His fingers spread my lips open and I could feel him staring at my exposed entrance. I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment as he did.

I then felt his tongue push itself into me, moving along my walls, sending shivers up my spine, a moan escaping my lips. He let out a soft hum as he moved his tongue inside of me before it pulled out and found its way back to my clit, teasing it. He sucked on it and grazed his teeth against it.

“Yuta,” I breathily called out his name, “I-I need you, please,”

“I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to speak up, Princess,”

I raised my voice and begged “Please, Yuta, I need you inside me, I want to feel your thick cock inside me-”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I could hear him move behind me, he then lifted me onto my feet “where’s your room?” I nodded my head towards my bedroom door before he led me to it. He helped me onto the bed, making me lie on my stomach before stripping his clothes off, letting them drop to the floor.

He soon climbed on top of me “Do we need a condom?” I shook my head “I’m on the pill…” He let out a hum in response.

He then soon began to tease my entrance with his cock, I let out a whine in protest, pressing my ass back against it.

He let out a soft chuckle “so eager to have me stuff you with my cock, hm? So adorable...” I bit down on my lip and he finally pushed himself into me, a moan escaping my lips again. He pushed himself deep into me as he leaned his body forward, pressing himself down against my back and tied up hands, his arms resting at my side as he buried his face against my neck.

He began to move his hips once I had adjusted to his size, his breath hot and heavy against my neck, sending shivers down my body. It didn’t take him long to start thrusting roughly into me, hips moving more quickly. I moaned more loudly this time, I could feel his lips smirking against my skin before he moved to press a kiss to my shoulder.

“Tell me, did Jungwoo fuck you this good? Does he make you feel as good as I do, Princess?” I bit down on my lip, unable to answer as I was too lost in pleasure and lust. I soon felt his fingers move to the front of my throat, before he squeezed, choking me and bringing his face next to mine as he slowly pulled his hips back, then suddenly thrusting hard and deep into me. I gasped and whimpered, my wrist trying to fight the belt, I wanted to grasp onto something.

With a deep husky tone, he whispered against my ear “No need to answer me Princess, I already know the answer.” He chuckled before resuming his previous hip movements. Pounding into me roughly. He soon loosened his grip on my throat, allowing me to breath.

His hip movement soon stopped, pulling himself out of me and I let out a whine “Shit...don’t stop...”

“You think I’m going you leave today without hearing how loud you can get?” He snickered pulling my hips up, lifting me onto my knees, my upper body still lying against the bed. I felt him gently rub a small area on my ass before landing a few smacks against my skin. He pushed himself back into me, his hand grasped onto my hair before tugging on it, lifting my body up closer to him.

My walls tighten around him at his actions. One of the many things I loved was getting treated roughly and getting my hair pulled and he was doing it all right. He pressed a soft kiss against my ear “Remember to stop me when you need me to,” he was voice was more gentle this time, I nodded “rough me up, baby, pull my hair, choke me, I don’t care I just want you to make me a mess...”

I could feel him smile against my ear before he pressed another kiss. He began to thrust his hips into me again. He would often slow down only to suddenly pound himself back into me. My moans got louder, filling the room.

Eventually he had untied my hands, laying me onto my back before finding his position on top of me again. I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into his shoulders as he continued to fuck me. We were both sweating a lot at this point, our breaths hot and heavy as the sounds of our moans and the sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. His hand wrapped around my throat once more as he choked me again. I could feel my blood rush to my head as I gripped onto his arm, digging my nails unintentionally into his arm as the pleasure filled my body and mind.

My back arched up as I felt myself grow closer to my climax. I squirmed underneath him, my walls tightening around him once again. He loosened his grip just a bit for me to breath before tightening it again, I moved a hand down between us to rub my own clit as I grew painfully close. I let out a curse and Yuta let go of my throat as he realized it “Fuck, come for me my Princess-” my body convulsed underneath him as I loudly moaned out his named for the neighbors to hear.

“Shit, I love how loud you are.”

Yuta continued to move inside of me, before pulling out of me. He jerked himself off until thick streams of cum squirted out, landing on the top of my abdomen. I looked down at it then back up at him, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. Yuta reached for the tissue at my bedside table to wipe me off before lying down beside me, pulling me into his embrace and I turned to face him, wrapping my arm around him.

He caressed my face, pressed a soft kiss to my forehead speaking softly and in a gentle tone “How are you feeling, Princess?”

I felt relaxed and at ease when he spoke that way. Ilet out a soft hum, my voice barely coming out as I tried to speak “I’m fine...”

“Do you need anything? Are you in pain?”

I smiled at his concern and shook my head, burying my face against his chest.

“I should probably ask you if you need anything, I think I gave you a few scratches...” I let a small chuckle.

He let out a soft laugh and shook his head “I think I’ll be fine, I like being marked, it's hot.”

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