#yuto smut fan fic

[little-chimchim]

Our Little Secret (M)

Copy of ask: I read your hongseok smut, and I love it!! can I request maybe a yuto version of that? like the same party but with yuto?? thank you so much!

Rating: R

Word Count: 1851

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yuto x Reader

A/N: Thank you for requesting this! For all of you that may not know, this is a spinoff of my previous Hongseok fic, Friday Night. It’s told from Yuto’s perspective. I hope you guys enjoy! Love you all - Kay

Yuto wasn't too pleased with how the party was turning out. He wasn't a fan of the music and there were far too many people, all mindlessly moving to the music. The night started out with three of them. Now there was only him and Shinwon left, standing at the back of the room in awkward silence.

“Do you think betting Hongseok was a very good idea?” Yuto asked his friend, leaning in close so Shinwon could hear. The taller man smiled slyly, taking a drink from his plastic cup. “Who knows? I know he’s been wanting to ask her out for a while. He wasn’t going to do anything about it unless I nudged him to do something.” Shinwon admitted.

Yuto sighed and bent his head. He still wasn’t happy with Shinwon for betting Hongseok to sleep with a girl, despite him having feelings or not.

Shinwon smirked and nudged Yuto lightly with his free arm. “It's been awhile since you've gotten any action, Yuto. Why don't you try to get some tonight?” Shinwon urged. Yuto shook his head and looked around the thunderous party. “I'd rather not,” He said quietly.

Shinwon laughed and pointed to a group of girls. “Why not? You know just as well as I do that girls flock around you just to get a look from you. It won't be that hard to find someone willing to fuck you.” Shinwon stated, still searching for a possible girl for his friend.

Yuto shook his head and turned to walk away, too annoyed with Shinwon’s antics to continue talking. In fact, he was too annoyed with the entire party to stay. He wanted to come with his friends to have a good time, not be pestered about his notably dry sex life. He also came to see you, even though he didn't see you once at the party.

It was his little secret. He never told a soul. Granted, he never told anyone small details about his life so this was somewhat normal. Though, you were his favorite secret. It had been a little over a year since the two of you had started dating, even though it felt like much shorter.

He loved you unconditionally, despite that numerous circumstances why he shouldn’t. You were Shinwon’s little sister, already a red flag in anyone’s eyes. You couldn’t date your best friend’s sister and expect it to blow over easy. Your parents were strict and rarely allowed you to leave the house, let alone let you have a boyfriend. It was hard at first, getting accustomed to the obstacles he had to conquer to be able to see you. Though, as time went on, he learned how to jump through the hoops with ease. If it meant being with you, he would gladly do it.

He walked outside for some fresh air. To his surprise, there was no one outside on the porch. Save for you, who was sitting on the railing, sipping a bottle of beer and looking up at the stars.

Yuto smiled and strode over to you, shoving his hands in his pockets and standing next to you to stare up at the stars. “Is this when I say that ‘She thought the stars were pretty but I found her prettier?’” Yuto whispered, carefully not to startle you.

You grinned and turned around to look at your boyfriend. You knew he had tried to be quiet and stealthy, but you could hear his steps the second he stood on the porch. “If you don’t mind.” You smirked, offering him a sip of your bottle.

He took it and leaned against the railing, carefully ghosting his fingers on the small of your back. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said, giving you back your bottle after he took a swig of the amber liquid.

You chuckled under your breath and sighed. “I don’t know why I spent days trying to convince my parents to come if I’ve been out here the entire time.” You grumbled, scrunching up your nose and finishing up your beer.

Yuto laughed and slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. “I suppose we have the entire night to kill now.” He whispered in your ear, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled and leaned into his head, bringing your hand up and running it through his short hair. “I suppose we do. What are you implying, Mr. Adachi?” You teased, knowing how much he hated being called that.

Yuto nudged his head towards to driveway, a soft smile forming on his lips. “I have a car with a pretty wide back seat.” He implied, already letting go of you and taking steps towards his car. You grinned and jumped off of the railing, excitedly following your boyfriend.

The car’s windows were fogged up from the two of you. Your heated breaths had clouded his car windows in just a matter of minutes, proving to anyone how pent of both of yours sex levels were.

It had been months since you had been able to be intimate with Yuto. You remembered the last time so vividly, like it had been yesterday. Your parents were away for the weekend and Shinwon had staying over with a friend, leaving you at home alone for the entire night.

It was the perfect opportunity to have Yuto over, something you had never been able to do unless Shinwon had invited him. It was you and Yuto, alone, for hours. Of course you had sex.What teenager wouldn’t if they had this kind of opportunity? Though, it had been your first time, making it one of the most memorable moments of your life.

What you were experiencing currently was everything compared to the first time. His lips trailed along your breasts, hastily sucking against your nipples, making you groan out in anticipation. While his mouth was moving against one breast, his fingers were playing with the opposite one, pinching the growing bud in his fingers.

With his other hand, he pressed his thumb against your clothed heat, rubbing a few small circles into it. He desperately wanted to hear your reaction. You sucked in a quick breath, not having expected the sudden ministrations.

You raked your fingers through his hair, slowly pushing his head down closer to your heat. Yuto looked up at your innocently, playing with the band of your pants. “Eager much?” He teased, slowly pulling your pants down, your underwear coming with them.

“It’s been months, Yuto. Of course I’m eager.” You muttered, pushing the rest of your pants off and throwing them into the front seat of the car. Yuto laughed and leveled himself with your core, admiring it fondly. “You’re beautiful,” He whispered, lowering himself down on you.

He toyed with your clit agonizingly with his tongue, flicking it just enough that it would cause you to jolt, but not enough to give you release. You leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes shut and spreading your legs a little farther.

He licked a long strip up your folds. He moved his hands to hold on to your hips tightly, making sure he had more of a hold on your body. He stopped moving his tongue and brought himself to suck on your swollen clit. You moaned out, clenching your legs around him.

He continued like this until you were shuttering with pleasure. He pulled away before you were able to orgasm. You whined as he moved away from you, your core throbbing painfully. He wiped his mouth on his thumb, grinning widely. “I missed this,” He groaned. He brought his hands down and fumbled with the buttons on his tight jeans. He tugged them down his legs, struggling to get them off from the lack of room in his car.

You laughed and helped him out, leaning forward and pulling down to the bottom of his thighs. You eyed the tent that had formed in his boxers, grinning widely as you reached over to grab him.

He let out a soft sigh as you palmed him through his boxers. You yanked his boxers down, allowing him to spring free from them. You laid back, spreading your legs further apart so he would have room.

“Anxious?” He whispered. Yuto held his length, pumping himself a few times to become fully erect. His cock was ruby red, precum already spilling from it. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

“You have no idea,” you said against the kiss. Yuto position himself at your entrance, running his erection up and down your folds tantalizingly. “Yuto, please,” You whined, the uncomfortable heat between your legs was becoming too much to bare.

Yuto laughed under his breath and bent down to grab your hips. He held them tightly and finally pushed himself into you. You groaned out, the pressure finally being relieved from between your legs. You leaned back against the window again, clamping yours eyes shut while you waited for Yuto to start moving.

“Are you ready, Babe?” He asked breathily.

You nodded your head and grabbed his shoulders, bracing yourself for it. Yuto smiled and started to move his hips, starting slowly at first. As he got the hang of it, the faster he went. You both were getting into it, starting to pant and fog up the windows even more than they already were.

He started snapping his hips into yours, not going as deep as he possibly could. You dug your fingers into the skin of his shoulders, muttering his name over and over again as he fucked you in the backseat of his car.

He leaned down and pressed a messy kiss on your lips. He gripped your hips tighter, continuing to move them into you. You started to roll your hips in time with his, trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

It definitely worked.

Soon, between labored breaths and heavy pants, the two of you were reaching your climaxes. It only took a few more thrusts before you were putty in his arms. You screamed out his name, throwing your head back and tightening your hold on him.

Seconds later, he reached his. He bucked his hips until the overstimulation was to much to handle for the both of you. He was breathing slowly, his body shuttering while he rode out his high.

Once the two of you were both finished, he looked up to you and smiled. “I love you,” He whispered sweetly. You ran your fingers through his hair and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. “And I love you,” You whispered back.

You hated having to keep the secret of dating Yuto, and for once, you wanted to tell the entire world about your relationship, despite what would possibly come of it. For once, it was a risk that you were more than willing to take.

[hsj-scenarios]

With Mod L saying God Forbid Keito Be Seeing This, how would each of the members react if they did find this blog and read it's contents? MUAHAHA

Chinen:

Stumbles across one of the fics accidentally while looking for ‘gymnastics’ in the search. He didn’t know what he was opening, but read it out of morbid curiosity. He didn’t feel very strongly about much in the story, but couldn’t shake the overwhelming thought, “Well, they really need to understand, I’m WAY more flexible than that.” After that he reads a few of the other members stories, and then anonymously sends the page multiple messages with things they need to correct in each of them.

Keito:

Stumbles across the blog during a desperate series of searches including, “how to be more popular than Yamada Ryosuke”, “why do girls like Yamada Ryosuke?”, “what’s so great about Yamada Ryosuke”, and of course, the one that made the page show up finally, “why is Yamada Ryosuke so perfect?” He was completely mortified at first, paranoid in his own home as he kept glancing over his shoulders, concerned someone was going to catch him, his eyes wide as he reads the first fic, featuring Ryosuke of course, and feels not a small amount of embarrassment and discomfort that he kinda liked it. Realizes that there are actually fics about him and instantly bursts into happy tears, taking screenshots to put in his scrapbook. He makes a screensaver for his computer out of quotes he especially thought reflected who he really was. Follows the page and sets notifications.

Inoo:

Always looking for his next kink–he intentionally seeks out fanfiction, figuring that the creative types might just be the ones who give him his next fix, mostly disappointed in what he finds, always thinking, “If they only knew the truth.” Sends the weirdest, most random sexually charged scenario requests to us he can think of in the spirit of “challenging the writing team to think outside the box”. Then starts sending spam to the inbox asking for embarrassing scenarios for the other members that he intends to print out and leave laying around the dressing room randomly.

Yuto:

Approaches each story as art. Goes to the beginning and reads them all. He creates a spreadsheet and rates them based on their artistic merit, realism, vocabulary use, grammar, and story line. After he’s compiled them all, he sends the report anonymously to the page–claiming it is meant to be ‘motivation to continue to try our best’. Appended to the file is the note: “Ladies–keep up the admirable effort! You’re doing great! Please note, Yama-chan is human. He neither has the capability to rebound post-sex in three minutes, nor is he the size of a nine foot man. C'mon girls, let’s be a little more realistic, k?”

Realizes moments after he hit send that he didn’t send it anonymously, and in fact had sent it from his real account. Deletes his account and the internet out of fear that one of the mods is going to message him back asking exactly HOW he knows those details about Yama-chan.

Hikaru:

Hits it when he’s randomly surfing the Jump tag. Literally, spits out his water all over the computer screen, never having heard of fanfiction before. “What the? I ain’t got time for this.” Blocks the page and everyone who follows us and then deletes his Tumblr account for good measure. In fact, he’s not even sure who made the Tumblr account for him and questions whether he needs the internet at all after this.

Yabu:

“Tumblr? What? Fanfic…fan fiction? What is that? Why would people write stories about fans? Sounds boring. All they do is spin and cool off a room!?” When he mentions it to Inoo, and it is revealed what it actually is–Inoo sending him a sample to read just so he’s “informed” about the subject. He is absolutely scandalized and has a perma-blush anytime anyone uses the words: story, fiction, idol, scenario, internet, or particularly words such as, “come”, “release” and “member”. Which frankly, makes every single conversation he has with Jump a major problem area for him.

Yuya:

Thinks the ones he read were super cute, and isn’t particularly embarrassed by any of the content, even the more colorful kind. Yet, he doesn’t see enough about him, so he starts sending messages to the inbox requesting fics about himself. He checks the page multiple times a day to see if any have been posted, disappointed when they aren’t. Wonders if the other guys know about the page but is too embarrassed to ask. However, he does take paragraphs that are especially embarrassing about the other members, copying them into a fake email he created and sends them to them when he knows they need a good laugh.

Daiki:

Accidentally comes across one of them, opening the page and reading it, then immediately calls Ryosuke to tell him he has to check out the site. They end up on voice chat for nine hours, reading stories at the same time, critiquing and laughing about the best parts. Daiki never visits the site again, because he realized he might like the stories a little too much. At least, he tells Ryosuke that he’s never going back. Secretly, he does, of course. Struggles with sending requests–if he does send them, he only sends SFW cause he thinks it might be problematic if he actually wanted smut written about himself. 

Three months later, he opens a new account, creates a pseudonym and applies to join the Mod team, planning to write his own versions of the stories he wants to read.

Ryosuke:

Only reads his stories. In fact, he’s only ever read his stories. In fact, he believes that we should only write about him. In fact, he’s the only one who has ever requested Ryosuke stories. He’s created multiple accounts under different names and submitted the requests. He is addicted to the site and now has his self-esteem directly linked to how he is portrayed in our fics. It’s his addiction, in fact, he loves to live vicariously through our stories. He finally told us the truth, and now, all of the mods are so concerned about breaking his fragile ego we insist on writing every single fiction portraying him as the consummate lover, the perfect boyfriend, and the flawless human being he believes he is. He sends us daily encouragement to make sure his ‘source’ doesn’t quit writing. Prepared to pay if he has to.