#tagging yuta is always so funny i feel so bad bc i know jujutsu kaisen fans end up seeing this while looking for a okkotsu fic im sorry ads

[guanana]

My request was like *both adults* yuta broke up with his gf an then he dated and married his ex's mother so now yuta is like her step dad 💀 cuz ik the interaction would be juicy 👀

request 04 ♡ nkmy x reader

alternatively titled: motherFUCKER!

( part 2 )

genre: stepdad(ish)!yuta x reader, drabble (this is damn near a oneshot) smut, f x m, angst

word count: 7.9k+

smut warnings: penetrative sex, footsies lol, yuta is mean, mc is mean, they’re both fucking assholes tbh, marking, degradation, hair pulling, manhandling

other warnings: infidelity, yuta is very manipulative, absent parental figures, mentions of neglect, taboo love (age gap between mc’s mom & yuta), please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this trope

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“You should really come to visit some time. It’s been over a year, dear.”

“I know, ma. I just–”

“I understand that you aren’t fond of him, but I promise you he’s a good man.

“I never said that I wasn’t fond of him.”

“Then why don’t you visit? Please, I miss my baby girl so much. I feel like we barely even speak over the phone anymore.”

“I…”

“Please? For me?”

“...okay, I’ll fly over within the next month or so. I’ll look at ticket prices later.”

“Oh, good! Good. I’m so happy. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Right. I’ll email you the details when I get the chance.”

“Perfect. I’ll leave you alone now, but keep in touch okay? I love you, my baby girl.”

“Love you too, ma.”

——

If it were up to you, you would have never stepped one foot into this god forsaken town ever again. Your grip is tight against the strap of your carry-on bag as you walk out of the terminal. Too many memories plaguing your mind as you look out at the glass panes.

In any other setting you’d be in awe at how beautiful the sun shines over the landscape of your hometown— but that’s just it, you’re in your hometown. The looming danger that you’re about to face completely obstructs any admiration you have for the bright yellow that compliments the summer day. Frowning at yourself for your pessimism, no matter how justified you feel in the matter.

Walking down the moving sidewalk alleviates just a smidge of your worries, always making it a point as a child to prance along the belt with your mother hand in hand. Even if it meant seeing him again, it was undeniable that you thought of your mother often. You love her, you really do.

Even if she unknowingly made your life a living hell.

Realizing that you have a signal again, you immediately pull out your phone to contact your mom. Only to be met with a notification as soon as you turn the device back on.

ma: Hi baby girl! I hope you had a safe flight. ❤️

I got called into work again. I’m sorry but I won’t be able to pick you up.

Dread courses throughout your veins as you scroll through the messages. That doomed feeling making its way into your chest once again—

But I asked Yuta if he could and he was more than happy to. He should be there right when you land. See you soon xx

Stopping in the middle of the walkway, you scratch a stressed hand through your hair. Just the sight of that name causing your stomach to pit. All plans of delaying having to see him for as long as possible sinking down the drain. Who were you kidding? There was no way you could’ve avoided him for this whole trip.

“Gotta be fucking kidding me,” You mutter under your breath. People pass you by with a glare when you refuse to find a better place to stand. None of that matters though, trying to find an escape route so you don’t have to see that son of a bitch. Visions of him rendering you frozen in the midst of the airport, deciding that the best course of action is to get an uber.

Springing to action, your eyes dart to the signs to locate your baggage claim. You need to book it as soon as possible. Heels sinking into the carpeted floors with every step like quicksand, you go as fast as your legs can take you. Seeing your designated baggage claim that’s already making its rounds your tunnel vision narrows in.

It’s an obnoxious floral luggage, you could never miss it. Your eyes dart around the belt as you circle around the device to locate it, passing others reluctantly with small ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘sorries.’

And soon, you do find it– but it’s no longer at the belt.

The handle is pulled out, and you already know who’s leaning against it before even properly taking a look at him. You don’t want to. You don’t want to look him in the eye, but he’s never been anything if not absolutely captivating.

“Hey.”

It’s as if the years had come to a stop, as if it hasn’t even been a day since he had cut all ties. You couldn’t blame him, it was your fault things had turned sour. A most amicable break up, agreeing to leave all memories behind in favor of growing as people. Yet no matter how much you think you know someone, no matter how much you love them— they’ll still stab you right in the back.

When you take in his appearance; it feels like he’s still the same man who would give you the world at the drop of a pin. The most stark difference is that his hair has gotten longer, tied half up while the bottoms fall just a little above his shoulders. Still adorning the same rugged fashion style and endearing smile that you would often compare to an old man. He looks like the man whose arms you would run into to inhale the scent of cedarwood.

Not the man who decided to get back at you by fucking your mom, capturing her vulnerable heart and using her as a ploy to ruin you and your sanity.

No matter, the past is the past. You try to steel yourself by bracing your stance and releasing a deep exhale, locking eyes with your old flame for the first time in three years. “Hi, Yuta,” You try to greet him as civilly as possible, but the forced grit in your voice is unmistakable. Walking towards him to take your luggage from his hold, you nod in thanks when you try to take the luggage handle into your own hands.

Yet his hand immediately clasps on top of yours, almost wrapping around your smaller one entirely. A deadpan stare meets yours, looking you up and down. He’s assessing you, taking in all of the physical changes that had taken course over the years. Suddenly causing you to feel self conscious, envious of how he seems to have not aged a single day. Yet here you are donning eye bags and crow’s feet from the lack of sleep. That wide line of a smile takes over his features, and he squeezes against your hand before letting go.

“It’s nice to see you,” He lulls, and you feel dizzy from the way he towers over you. In every aspect it always seemed like he was looking down at you, and this moment wasn’t any different. Snatching your luggage from you, he ignores your squeaked protests before motioning his head towards the exit. The wheels of the luggage scraping against the floor as if you’re doing a walk of shame to your own personal hell. “My car’s out in the garage, let’s go.”

When the two of you were dating, he’d always make it a point to walk slower to keep up with your shorter legs. His long and slender ones came with a vast step that could easily overlap yours, but he was always so accommodating. He would hold your hand and make sure you were walking on the side that was farthest from the sidewalk. Yuta was always attentive, knowing that the most minute of details mattered more than any unnecessary show of affection.

So that’s why it hurts even more when you have to walk as fast as possible just to remain behind him, when he doesn’t look back to make sure you’re still there. Only bothering to acknowledge your presence when he makes it a point to open the trunk of his car– a fancy new sports mobile that he’d often admire whenever the two of you would pass the dealership. Throwing your luggage haphazardly in the trunk before taking in your shocked expression, a quirk of his knowing eyebrow making you bite your lip in anxiety.

Flinging the driver’s seat open, he chuckles at your frozen state. “Coming?” He jingles the car keys in your face before you’re brought out of your trance, and you swear that Yuta’s face might get a cramp from how far that grin keeps growing. Especially when you opt to occupy the back rather than take his side in the passenger’s seat.

When the ignition rumbles the car to life, you realize that he’s making it a point to make your next few days an absolute living hell. Shifting the gear stick into reverse, he looks behind him before backing out. His sleeves are pushed up to the elbow, and a veiny forearm is right in front of your face when he balances himself when he hits the ignition.

“You have a rear view camera,” You point out blankly. “You don’t have to do all of that.”

Yuta nods in response, wholeheartedly agreeing with you. “I guess it was just an excuse to look at you,” He shrugs. “Had to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me— you got prettier.”

Your eyes only meet for a second before you decide to look elsewhere, before it lands on the hand that rests against the head of the back of the passenger’s seat, heart dropping when you see the promise ring that encapsulates his beautiful ring finger. Grabbing at the fabric of your dress to keep yourself from breaking into tears right on the spot, convincing yourself that you’re much too strong for this.

The car is shifted into drive before he takes off, satisfied with every second of your anguish. Wondering how much more he can break you, if he can bring you even lower than you had brought him that day.

[ “Am I not good enough for you?!” He screams, taking his anger out on the vase by swiping it off of its stand like a petulant child. Wincing at the sound of clay crashing heavily onto the ground, you flinch away as he grabs at his hair. “Everything I do for you, no matter how hard I try– it, it’s never fucking enough for you!”

“You’re perfect, Yuta,” You say through teary eyes. Words are weightless though, if the way you back away slowly means anything. “I love you so much, but it’s not the right time yet.”

“When will it be the right time then?” He’s on the verge of tears himself, a mesh of pain and frustration as he tries to calm himself down. “When will you stop hiding me from everyone? It’s like you’re ashamed of me.” ]

“How’s life been?” He asks you, looking at you with curiosity through the rear view mirror.

Chewing at the meat of your cheek you decide it’s best to answer him, not wanting to make the weekend any harder than it already has to be. “It’s been fine,” You keep it short.

“The new job?”

“Fine,” You twiddle your thumbs, not exactly fond of this interrogation. “Stressful, but that’s life.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” He chuckles, index finger tapping against the steering wheel when he reaches a red light. “Boyfriend?”

“None of your fucking business,” You bite back with a swiftness, almost an uncharacteristic switch into defense. “It isn’t?” He hums. “Shouldn’t I be improving my relationship with my stepdaughter? Making sure that the man that enters her life knows how to take care of her?”

Nakamoto Yuta is many things: obnoxious, insufferable, borderline sadistic, and above all else–

Vengeful.

When he finds you dumbfounded and lacking a response, he laughs loudly before slapping his hand against the steering wheel like the comedian he thinks that he is. Wiping a fake tear as his stomach crunches at how hard he’s cackling at you. When the light turns green, he speeds off before taking one last glance into the mirror.

“I missed that face. Always so cute and dumb,” He groans in glee, tonguing his cheek at the way you shrink into yourself. “Let’s get along well, okay angel?”

——

“My baby,” Your mother immediately runs into your arms upon seeing you at the door. Hugging you so closely, you feel your worries washing away for just a few seconds. “You look beautiful!” She says before peppering your face with smooches, the first genuine smile appearing on your face since you’ve arrived.

Only to have the sweet moment shattered when Yuta trails behind you with your luggage in hand, a firm pat and squeeze on your shoulder before giving your mom a kiss on the cheek right in front of you. “She definitely takes after you,” He bats his eyelashes at her. Bile collecting in your throat from disgust, he glances at you before walking behind your mom. An index finger coming up and a small ‘shh’ making its way past his lips.

“You’re too much, sweetie,” Your mom gushes, her cheeks warming at the indirect praise. Giving him a sincere hug, his arms snaking around her waist— never letting you leave his field of vision. “You two must be tired. I’ll get dinner started, yeah? I won’t be long.”

You give her a tight nod, heading up to your old bedroom to seek sanctuary and unpack your things. It’s unfair, you feel like a stranger in what was once your own home. Memories of your family when your dad was still around dug away in exchange for a contemporary style home that lacked any authenticity. Several photos of you having been replaced with ones of your mom and Yuta, of their several trips that they’ve already traversed in their seemingly short time together.

It sickens you.

But when you arrive to your room, you sigh in relief. Your mom had the courtesy to at least keep your room completely intact. Everything the same as you had left it all those years ago.

[ “Why do you have to go so far away? There’s plenty of jobs for you out here,” Your mom protests, your acceptance letter crumpled in her hand.

“Because I can’t live under the same roof as your boyfriend, ma,” You don’t look at her when you shove everything you can fit into your luggage. “I can tolerate you being with him because I can at least avoid him, but for him to live here? Absolutely not.”

“Why do you hate him so much?!” She pleads.

“I don’t hate him.”

“Is it because you miss your dad? You know that I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. But Yuta— he’s different. He’s good to me!”

You couldn’t take it out on her. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know, and you could never take her happiness away, even if it meant removing yourself from the equation. As much as it hurts you, you decide it’s better to tell half of the truth.

“I can’t live in this house knowing that a man who is only a few years older than me is dating my mother, I’m sorry.” ]

You lay in your bed reminiscing that night you left. Knowing you had taken a part of your mom’s heart as you took your car and fled to your new life without so much as a day’s notice. Bursting past Yuta with a shove to his shoulder, the way he was moving in while you were leaving was a huge slap to the fact.

It would always be a losing game against him, so it was better to quit while you were ahead.

“I never would’ve thought you’d be the type to have a pink room,” A voice invades the premises of your room, causing you to jump as Yuta swings your door open to enter. “Hot pink, too?”

“Have you heard of knocking?” You sit up before grasping at your chest, breathing heavily to pace yourself.

“Dinner’s ready,” He shrugs, hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants that frames his legs a little bit too nicely for your liking. “Your mom told me to come get you. Something about ��getting you to warm up to me.’ Crazy, right?” He says, a look of faux curiosity on his face. “Anyways, come down.”

He doesn’t wait for you, taking his sweet time down the stairs to meet your mother at the dining table. A sneer at your lip when you meet them to see him shamelessly grab at her waist, a smirk playing at his lip when he catches you glaring from his peripheral. She’s giggling shyly when Yuta soothes circles into her waist, still not used to such affection even after years of being seemingly spoiled by the younger man.

Whether it was out of pettiness or cowardice, you never did ask or try to find out why he did what he did. If he really loved your mom– accepting the fact that he made her exponentially happier than your neglectful father ever was. Always sneaking behind her back to sleep with other women under the guise that he was out for ‘business.’ You hate yourself for it– prioritizing your mom’s smile over your own well being. Fearing how much it would tear her apart if you hit her with the knowledge that Yuta was once yours. How she was probably nothing more than a pawn in his sick game.

“Oh, baby!” Your mother’s face flushes red when she catches you in her vision, pushing Yuta away lightly to protect her modesty. Smoothing out her apron before trying to compose herself, flustered to the point that she’s comparable to a high school girl. She motions to the table with a nervous smile on her face. “I made your favorite! Come now, you must be hungry.”

Softening at her thoughtfulness, you thank her kindly before sitting down. Ignoring Yuta sitting across from you when you take in the scent and display of your favorite meal. It was the closest you’ve felt to home, your mom always making it a point to prepare for it whenever the situation called for it: an aced test, a failed test, days where you felt hopeless, days where you felt joy beyond words.

She really was none the wiser. Still loving you unconditionally, making sure to put you first.

“It’s been a while since I’ve made this, so I’m just a little rusty," She says when Yuta reaches around to pull out her chair for her to sit, cheesily grinning at him when she settles down. Grazing your hand slowly, her eyes are pleading. “I hope it’s still good.”

You immediately shoot her down, in disbelief that she could ever talk down her cooking like that. “No way!” You scold her, her shoulders immediately release in relief. "I don’t know a better cook than you.” “Me neither,” Yuta chimes in, to which you glare at him immediately. The discreet shade at the meals you cooked for him before is more than apparent.

She takes a sip of her chardonnay bashfully, her skin just a few shades away from the red liquid in her glass. “You guys are just saying that. Especially you, Yuta. Bet you’ve met way better cooks, considering how much you travel.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” He leans into her. “Sure, maybe things can taste better,” He says, her eyes widening as her eyes dart to you. Your eyebrows quickly settle into a furrow, trying to distract yourself with your meal as his hand trails up her thigh. Agitated with the audacity as he sits where your father had sat ages ago. “But I don’t think I’ve met anyone with more technique or experience than you.”

You cough at the comment, hot food lodging in your throat. Ripping them out of their little moment together, you feel a mixture of emotions at Yuta. Frustration, disgust, and as much as you hate to admit it, envy. The way he smooths her hair down and she falls into the touch is reminiscent of how he used to do the same to you. The way he looks at her, absolutely identical to the look he gave you.

Dawning at you that he may actually love her.

“I’m still here, you know,” You wheeze after your coughing fit is over. Your mom removes her attention from her lover when her hand trails down your back to ease you.

“Sorry about that,” Yuta snides, a tone laced with so much saccharine that your mom could never catch the underlying malice. “It’s a bit too easy getting lost in your mom’s eyes,” He sighs dreamily before planting a kiss on her temple, causing you to gag.

Your mom apologizes profusely before steering the trajectory of conversation to you. Creating small talk to catch up on all the basic details she’s been missing out on. The usual— how life was, if you’ve made any good friends, how being on your own was compared to living at the house. They were questions that you definitely anticipated, but the following one definitely put you on edge.

“Yuta tells me that you haven’t gotten a boyfriend,” She says between bites, looking at you with concern. “How come, baby? You’re so beautiful. I’m sure all of the boys are fawning over you at your office.”

Glaring at the man across from you when he winks, you roll your eyes before answering her. “And what of it? I don’t have any time for that stuff right now,” You shrug as you find your appetite quickly dissipating, upset that your favorite meal has turned tasteless.

“I know your dad and I were tough on you back then—”

“What, you mean not letting me date?” You cut her off, to which Yuta’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Taking away any freedom I had at even the mention of a high school boyfriend?

She says your name sternly, attempting to calm you down. Not used to such shortness, your patience always being her favorite trait from you. “I admit that was wrong of us, but you’re grown up now. I’m sorry for mentioning it. I didn’t think it would upset you,” She apologizes.

“You didn’t know any better,” You sigh, and you don’t realize that Yuta’s eyes are boring right through you—

“Maybe things could’ve been different if I just had a little more freedom.”

Words striking a chord within Yuta unknowingly. Putting the pieces together when your mother looks down in humiliation— at her greatest failure as a parent.

The table has gone quiet. The meal is now awkward as the three of you struggle to find something else to talk about. Upset with yourself for putting a damper on your mom’s mood after looking forward to seeing you. Yuta rubbing at your mom’s shoulder reassuring when she seeks your forgiveness.

You’re ready to move on, wanting nothing more than to pull yourself out of this situation. Until you feel something graze the side of your leg. Shock coursing through your body when you realize it’s Yuta’s sock clad foot sliding up the flesh until coming down again and locking against your ankles. Locking eyes with him as his lips pucker in a discreet ‘shh’ before reengaging your mom in whatever she was talking about— something about her day.

‘What the fuck are you doing,’ You try to mouth, but Yuta’s eyes remain on your mom. Leg gliding up higher as it meets your inner thigh, spreading the two boundaries apart while he nods along intently.

He was actually cruel, planting thoughts of doubt into your head. Unable to differentiate right from wrong— your moral compass pointing in different directions. Do you tell your mom? Eyes darting everywhere as you try to close your thighs around his foot that travels even higher, backfiring when you trap it right at your mound. Cursing to yourself quietly when he presses the sole into your pussy smugly, unable to hide the growing grin when he locates your clit with practiced ease.

Any sane person would run away from his touch, but whether it be out of some need to satiate this unfulfilled spite— your hips grind into it. Your mom’s lack of knowledge and Yuta’s jaw clenching in amusement fueling your desire. Chasing the feeling when he presses even further into your cunt, humping against it like a whore while your mom stares at Yuta so lovingly.

It’s disgusting, you know you deserve to burn at the stake for such an act. But you can’t help it when you grab against Yuta’s ankle to twist your hips in circles to stimulate yourself further, able to feel your wetness seeping out of your leggings when he shoves into you particularly hard. It’s terrifying, you could actually cum like this if he just– a little closer…

“Wouldn’t that be nice? If the three of us went down to the beach tomorrow afternoon?” Your mother’s voice invades your senses like nails on a chalkboard. Hand placed over yours when she gullibly looks at your dazed expression. “You used to love the beach here! Remember the salt water taffies we would always eat when we went? I bet they’re still there.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” You breathe out when Yuta grazes against your clit harshly, catching right on the hood through the fabric. The way you buck a dead giveaway that he was on the right track, staring right through you. Visions of bending you in every position traveling through his head at lightning speed, remembering how good you used to take him. The urge to plague your mind with memories of the way he used to make you cum until you forgot how to speak, his intentions are clear.

Thankful that your mom is inebriated from her third glass of wine, she can’t tell that her fiancé is on the verge of making her precious daughter cum right before her eyes. She giggles bubbly as she slumps over the table, looking at you sweetly as you gasp against Yuta’s ministrations. Unconsciously trying to run away from the sensations by kicking him away, he pulls you in closer by the ankle to keep you in place, strong enough that your chair screeches against the tile floor. Lip worried between your teeth so harshly you’re sure you could draw blood.

“I’m so glad…” Your mom sing-songs as her cheek cuddles into the table. “My baby girl and my beloved Yuta.. wanted you guys to get along so badly.”

“Why wouldn’t we, darling?” Yuta hums, a crazed grin growing when the tight feeling in your belly snaps. Releasing against his foot embarrassingly, your cum leaking out of your hole and through the fabric of your thin pants. He can’t help but scoff, amazed at how sensitive you still are even after years of assumed experience. “We get along well. Right, angel?”

“Y-yes, Yuta…” You breathe out so quietly, unable to help yourself when you feel yourself through your pants. It was true– no one has been able to make you cum like he has. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and it still holds true to this very moment.

What’s worse is your mom still has no idea, lifting her head from the table as she smiles dazedly at the two of you. She’s surely not going to remember the fucked out expression you don, panting quickly as your face heats from the neck up. “You two are the best. I love you both so much,” She pushes herself from the table to take Yuta’s side, to which his foot retreats from your core immediately. Plastering a sticky kiss against his cheeks, you feel like you’re hallucinating when he grunts irritably.

Eyes never leaving yours, he stays still in his spot as his fiancé plants kisses all over his face. “Me too.”

——

Unable to put up with those foolish charades any longer, you immediately retreat to your room without so much as thanking your mother for the meal. You scream into your pillow– how could you? You had no qualms for Yuta acting like an actual scumbag, he’s made it apparent that he’s a horrible person for years now. But you– you should be holding yourself to a higher standard.

Blaming yourself for everything– for leaving Yuta because of your duty to be a good daughter, for not saying anything when Yuta courted your mom in her most vulnerable state, and certainly for letting yourself play into some over glorified round of fucking footsies. Feelings of self loathing encapsulating your entire being, revolted at the weak woman who's let herself live so idly.

It’s now the wee hours of the night. Letting darkness surround you as you fall victim to your inner demons, tears slipping out of your eyes for how low you’ve fallen. Unknowingly walking right into Yuta’s trap that he had set in broad daylight.

“Get the fuck out,” You cry out when he opens your door, choosing yet again not to knock. Walking with a blank expression that pisses you off even further, you sling your heaviest pillow towards his head like it was actually going to do anything. Forgetting that the guy was a huge athlete back in his high school days he dodges it with ease. Gritting your teeth when he approaches you slowly, you screech out when he lunges forward and pushes you down with a hold to your wrists. “I said get out! Get the fuck away from me!”

He shushes you with a finger to your lips. “Quiet now. Wouldn’t want mommy to wake up when she’s sleeping, right?” Taking in the teary eyes expression on your face with glee. “You wouldn’t believe it. She’s an actual nightmare to put to sleep when she’s drunk, will talk your ear off until your head explodes.”

You’re shaking and kicking beneath his hold. Going as far as to try and headbutt him which of course fails. “What do you want from me, asshole,” You curse at him. “Have you not fucked my life up enough?”

The cruel words cause him to drop his head, a pathetic attempt to compose himself as he shudders with crazed laughs. “Oh, my angel,” He releases one of your wrists to cup your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your anger rises when you feel the steel of that damned ring grazing your skin, adding salt to the wound. “I could take everything and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“I fucking hate you,” You spit at him. “Fucking rot in hell.”

“Only if I can take you with me,” He nuzzles your noses together, inhaling the scent that he’s missed so much. “If you hate me so much..,” The hand that’s on his face travels down, “Then why’d you come back?” Long fingers sneak past your leggings to tap against the fabric of your underwear that’s still stained with your first orgasm. “Why do I still get you so wet?”

“That’s… I came back because my mom asked,” You answer dumbly, as if it was the most obvious thing. Whimpering when his index and middle trap your clit, stimulant already so dizzying even with a layer of protection in between.

“Don’t try to act dumb, it’s only cute when you do it unintentionally,” He rolls his eyes. “You came back because you wanted to prove something, because you wanted to see for yourself if mommy is actually better than you. To fulfill that narcissistic need to be better than everyone." The revelation hits you like a truck, and you realize that he’s right. That ugly, green feeling that’s been following you like a curse comes to life. Hating that you had to suffer in silence while both Yuta and your mother got to capitalize off of your misery. Tears flow faster down your cheeks but you’re unable to help your own crazed look, cackling at your stupidity.

“You know what, you’re right,” You start. “I wanted to see for myself how fucking pathetic you actually are. Lost the real thing so you had to settle for second best? Wanted to feel all big knowing that you’re nothing more than the same fucking loser I dumped, who can’t do anything but get off on someone’s misery?”

His eyes widen at the sudden fire, enraged to the point that the hand that was between your pants immediately lunges at your throat before clasping around your neck. “Looks like you’ve gotten mouthy over the years,” He snarls. “How about I fuck that attitude out of you, bratty bitch?” Power resurges in him when you wheeze against his hold. “And by the way, since you think you're such a god send," He cuts himself off before bringing his lips to your ear, biting harshly at the lobe which causes you to wince.

“Your mom sucks cock way better than you.”

Visions of red cause you to break free from his hold, pushing him away before flipping him over. Scratching at his shoulders with curses of hatred spitting between your teeth, ripping his shirt off brazenly before slamming your lips together. “Fuck you,” You gasp before shoving your tongue down his throat. “Hate you so fucking much.”

“Gladly,” He groans out while trying to overpower you, teeth snatching onto your lower lip before sucking at the flesh. Suckling noises as he knees at your core, laughing when you hump against him much like at the dinner table. Separating from your lips to degrade you for your shameless display of riding his thigh, arousal leaking out even further and staining the sweatpants. “Want to treat me like shit, you’re worse than me,” His nails find their way beneath your shirt to scratch at the flesh. “Can never do anything for yourself so you made me your punching bag. Yet you want to get pissed at me when I do what I do?”

“You’re literally fucking my mom, you fucking sicko,” You grit before throwing off your own clothes, eager to have him inside you once again. To reclaim what’s been lost. "I have every right to be pissed. You could have retaliated in any other way but you decided to do the worst thing imaginable.” Assisting him in flinging off his boxers and sweats, your mouth waters when his cock slaps against his abs– tip red and angry as it lands right above his belly button. Precum evident after probably being hard for hours. You did always have that effect on him, being near you was enough to drive him mad.

“Like what you see?” He smirks as you waste no time in angling it upwards toward your entrance. “God, so wet that I could slip right in.”

“It’s alright,” You mutter, taking it in slowly. The stretch of his thickness is quite unfamiliar, the shape that had once been molded into your insides now gone. The both of you gasp out as you have to fight back the burning feeling that grows with every inch you take. Steeling your expression to make you seem as indifferent as possible, failing miserably when the tip reaches your cervix. “I’ve had better, though.”

He tongues at his cheek in amusement, grunting at the way your wet walls grip against the shaft, tip sliding further and further inside. “Really now? Is that why you’re struggling to take all of me?” When you bottom out he throws his head back, hands gripping at your thighs harsh enough to leave scratch marks.

You don’t know what you want, if it’s to stitch his mouth shut or to revel in the beyond sexy groans that escape his lips as you bounce up and down on his cock. Ass slapping down so obnoxiously that the contact of skin reverberates around the room. Eyes rolling back to his head when he sees you throwing your head back in bliss, missing the crazed sex the two of you would have. “Bet mom’s pussy isn’t as tight as mine,” You clench for dramatic effect, loving the way his face clenches.

“I hate that you’re right,” He moans out, chasing upwards to fuck into you. “Don’t tell your mommy,” He pants before pushing you off his cock, flipping you onto your back before plunging back in with a brutal thrust. “But I always have to fuck her doggy style in order to get off, it's the closest it can get to resembling you," He growls. “She may suck dick like a champ, but no one has a better pussy than this tiny and slutty little cunt.”

His dirty words have a large bout of wetness seep out of you, layering his cock even more to the point that you’re creaming. Aiding in the slap of his hips against yours, pussy juice leaking down your ass as you cry for mercy. Trying to run from the pleasure by unconsciously closing your thighs around his hips.

“Ah ah ah,” Yuta pushes your thighs back down, impaling you even deeper in this position. Your g-spot still so easily found the map of your body never leaving his mind. “Don’t you miss this? Getting fucked ‘til you can’t walk?”

You hiss at him, not wanting to succumb to his wishes of gratification. Trying to keep your screams at bay by biting at his wrist that’s next to your head, doing everything in your power to not admire the way his hair frames his face as he fucks into you. How beautifully his skin glows as sweat begins to form along the line of his forehead.

“Always so stubborn, aren’t you,” He tuts before bringing a finger to his lips, coating the digit with saliva before attacking your clit. Rough figure eights from the get go, pinching at it in the way he knows you love— unable to stop yourself when you scream out in the dark room. “Don’t want to admit that you fucked up and lost the best cock you’ll ever have in your life.”

“I didn’t!” You reject the resolute fact, whimpering like a bitch in heat when he fastens his pace. “You’re still the same fucking nobody from years ago.”

You don’t expect him to grab at your hair, scathing scalp causing you to cry out in anguish when he forces you to look at him. Maneuvering you even more harshly when you try to avert his gaze. Bed frame slamming into the wall obnoxiously, thrusts strong enough to shove you up the mattress. “Fucking look at me.”

When you comply, that maniacal grin comes yet again. “That’s right, angel. Left me because I wasn’t good enough for you. But look at me now— I’m everything you've ever dreamed of. I’m who you wanted me to be, but you’re too late. Now you get to pay for it by watching me marry your mom that I don’t even fucking love.”

“You’re despicable,” You cry, feeling that familiar tightening of your lower belly. Hating yourself for loving the way his fingers grip your hair. “You’re the absolute scum of this earth and I hope—” You can’t finish your sentence when he bites against your neck, a spot of purple quickly forming with how rough he suckles against the skin.

“You can say all the foul shit you want, baby,” Yuta smiles against your neck, thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his own climax coming. “But that won’t change the fact that you’re still in love with this cock.”

Satisfied with the mark that he’s left on your neck, he laps at it with his tongue before delivering the closest thing to a sweet kiss at his work of art. “It’s okay, though. ‘Cause I’ll still need to keep you around, still gonna want to fuck you every time I see you.”

The promise of being his other woman is degrading, yet turns you on beyond belief. Loving the thought of sneaking behind your mom’s back. Knowing that you’ll still be the one that Yuta desires more than anyone else. Dazed grin settling on your face, satisfying your need to always be the best.

You’re worse than him, and you fucking love it.

“Now,” Yuta starts, he punctuates with a thrust from the hilt to his tip. “Who owns this pussy?”

You don’t want to give in. You need to have more power in this sick dynamic, but Yuta knows how to wrap you around his finger. How to cage you in so you’ll never want to leave. The euphoric feeling of his cock sheathing in and out of your pussy causing you to arch your back into his chest— wrapping your legs around his waist and moaning into his ear.

“Answer, or you don’t get to cum,” He grits, making a show to slow his thrusts to spring to action.

“No, no, no— please–”

“Answer. Me.” He says between thrusts.

Dragging you into the abyss with him, you realize that misery really loves company. That the two of you get off to this twisted relationship.

“Yuta! Yuta owns my pussy!” You squeal, and he takes on an animalistic pace that he’s never taken on before. Far rougher and faster than anything you’ve experienced even at the peak of your relationship, fueled by a mixture of so many toxic emotions that have built up to this very moment. Lust, anger, jealousy, and in your own fucked up dictionary—

Love.

“Cum on this dick. Cream all over it, scream so loud that mommy knows how much of a dirty fucking slut you are,” He roars, unrelenting as he feels you clench impossibly tight, trapping his member so tightly that he has to brace his body tightly in order to escape your wet cavern. “You said your mom would never approve of me, right? Wonder why she falls apart on this cock just as easily as you do then.”

“Fuck, Yuta!” You cry out, body spasming. Head light as you see nothing but white, your vision blaring with stars as he fucks you into oblivion. Hatred and passion were truly one in the same, tears flowing down your cheeks freely as visions of the two of you when you were happy played in your head. Wondering where you two would be if you had stayed together.

You lose yourself when you see him bite down on his lip, a vein popping at the side of his neck as he reaches his own orgasm. Biceps tightening as he steels as he revels in how fucked out you look. He’s glad you love this just as much as him, because this was never about your pleasure. He wanted nothing more to claim you, his sworn mission to ruin you accomplished. It truly was a win-win situation.

He roars out into the room, balls emptying when he thrusts all the way inside. Adam's apple bobbing as he gasps for air, your screeches joining him as the legs that are wrapped around his back pull him down. Joining your lips for another kiss, tongues battling for dominance when he paints the insides white. Popping away from the kiss as his cock twitches inside of you, profuse amounts of cum already seeping out of your insides.

“Fuck, angel,” He pulls out, shoving your legs off of him before traveling up your body and pumping the remaining half of his orgasm all over your face. Spurts of white landing on your cheeks and your lips, lusting after you for so long— unable to cum like this for years. “Dirty little slut.”

He might’ve lied, but you were better than your mother in every way. His need for revenge is much greater than the unidentifiable need to hold you close. It was too late for any of that, the two of you sealed your fate long ago.

“You’re the worst,” You pant out, not realizing that tears had been trickling down your face. Unsure if it was from the pounding you’d just received or the uncontrollable emotions. Justifying your actions under the guise that it was worth it, this truly being the best fuck you’d had in forever. “This is never happening again.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” He says while pulling his pants up, rubbing away the sweat from his forehead. “We both know that this is going to happen often.”

“Fall off a cliff,” You curse at him.

“Why would I do that when I’m falling for you?” He smirks before poking your nose, straightening his shirt out before heading to your door. Leaving you naked and alone, aftercare the furthest thing from his mind. “Go clean yourself up, you’re a cum covered mess. Looking forward to seeing you in a bikini at the beach tomorrow."

When you successfully chuck a water bottle at his head, you smirk in amusement. The male only raises an eyebrow at your feistiness. Memories of the two of you playfully wrestling in his bed flashing across his mind, he quickly shakes his head.

There was no room for weakness like that. The two of you only had room left for lust, to take out all your frustrations on each other through loveless sex in this unfaithful relationship. Wanting to slap himself when the memory of the night you left comes—

[ “You’re leaving just like that,” Yuta scoffs incredulously. “Never even let me into your life properly and you just run away at the first inconvenience.”

“You don’t get it. I have an image to uphold,” You spit back. “I could never bring you into my family. My parents would never approve of you, especially my mom.”

“Why? Because I don’t want to go to some college just to get a piece of paper that means nothing? Because I’m not as smart as you?!”

“Exactly that!” You flail your arms at him. “You have no ambitions! All you do is live idly. You could never take care of me.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” He scoffs. “After everything I’ve done for you. I’ve loved you through all of your faults, and this is what I get in return?”

“You didn’t do shit for me, Yuta.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, never anticipating such malicious words to leave your pretty lips. Putting up with being your dirty secret for years, following you to hell and back under the impression you would do the same for him. You told him you loved him, so why did you hurt him so?

“So, it’s like that,” He sighs defeatedly, unable to fight any longer.

“It has to be this way. I’m sorry. I loved you, I really did. But, you'll find better,” You respond shakily before gathering your things, leaving his place for good.

Clenching his fists tightly, he takes your words a bit too literally.

He thinks to himself that he will find better. Something so much better that you'll regret the day you left him for the rest of your life.]

Rubbing his face pliantly, he takes one last look at you before planting his hand against your closed door handle. The two of you mirror images as the post climax clarity settles in, both your eyes devoid of any emotions. Empty.

He couldn’t tell you that he missed you like all hell. That even if your words stabbed his heart like a knife, he would turn back time at the drop of a pin. That no matter how much he built himself from the ground up: buying his dream car, scoring a job that definitely had a higher salary than yours without a degree, and even courting your mother in search of revenge—

it all meant nothing to him if he didn’t have you.

Just as you won’t tell him that you wished you would’ve fought for him. That you resent both your mother and father for holding you to such an infallible standard. You couldn’t tell him that you were sure you loved him just as much as he did you, that you want nothing more to live by his side as you had before the pressure of being the perfect daughter took over.

But such is life.

Sighing deeply, he turns the knob of your door. The creak deafening as he steps out, assuming that you’ll only follow to clean up when he makes it back to his own designated cage. In bed, next to your mother. The band on his ring finger now feels impossibly tight, practically suffocating.

But when he takes the first step out of your room, his stomach drops in fear when he’s met with your teary-eyed mother. Completely sobered up after a few good hours of sleep, trying to find the source of the noises that brought her out of her slumber. Her body shaking uncontrollably as her lip quivers in disbelief at the display of Yuta’s hair pointing in every direction, scratch and bite marks all over his arms.

“Yuta?”

Fuck.

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author’s note: anon thank you SOOOO so much for waiting so patiently, i really wanted to get this out asap but it unintentionally (or not) turned into a oneshot omg 😭 i did change a couple things from your request but i hope its ok! ty again for participating, i hope i did you even a fraction of your awesome vision justice 🥹💓