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— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Palavras: 447 palavras Avisos: Menção de comida, (sentimento muito muito leve de angústia), leve menção de sexo.  ≡ ⿴

Ele é o amor da minha vida. Definitivamente, e sem volta. O mais engraçado é que quando percebi isso, a pequena eu dentro da minha cabeça, agarrou o refrigerante dela com o canudo e disse sarcasticamente “Uh Oh! Já somos assim? ”. Mas não consegui responder, estava muito ocupado verificando como estava meu apartamento naquele momento.

Minha sala de estar tinha muitos travesseiros, algumas almofadas estavam na mesa de centro, e eu pude ver que meu filme favorito de ‘dia horrível’ estava esperando para ser exibido. Fiquei tão chocado que mal vi quando ele veio do corredor com seu sorriso perfeito dizendo com sua voz doce "Finalmente meu bebê está em casa! Vá correndo para seu banho especial de espumas enquanto ela ainda está quente. Acabei de terminar! ” E mais uma vez, eu estava tão absorta por seu cheiro, seus braços fortes me segurando perto de seu corpo perfeito de ‘casa’, que eu pude encontrar minha típica provocação para me compensar com uma resposta.

Então eu perguntei a ele, como ele sabia, e mais uma vez ele abriu o sorriso e disse: “Você esqueceu que sou seu supernamorado? Meu bom sentido me disse esta manhã que algo estava errado. Então eu sabia que tinha que vir e salvar o seu dia!” E descobriu-se que ele estava certo. Que foi um dia horrivelmente terrível e extraordinário.

Naquela noite, enquanto assistíamos ao Dr. Frank-N-Furter cantando sobre sua máquina de sexo loiro, eu tinha seu corpo como meu travesseiro perfeito, enquanto seu coração batia em meus ouvidos, sua deliciosa comida quente recém cozida estava na minha barriga, ele foi a única coisa que consegui pensar. Como ele soube sem ouvir uma palavra vindo de mim, como ele interpretou o filme mais gay e está assistindo e curtindo cada momento dele. E de repente eu não estava mais com medo do amor. Eu senti que poderia conseguir o que quisesse, desde que ele estivesse comigo.

“Você é o amor da minha vida” sussurrei para ele, quando ele estava dormindo na cama comigo. Essa foi a primeira vez que eu disse isso, embora ele tivesse dito por muito tempo. Eu fui uma covarde, mas ele respeitou isso, ele esperou por mim, pelo meu tempo. E quando tive certeza que ele estava apenas fingindo estar dormindo, sussurrei em seus ouvidos 'Eu te amo'. Seu sorriso nunca foi tão grande, e provavelmente nunca tive uma noite tão boa como aquela. E eu sabia que nunca amaria mais do jeito que amo Nakamoto Yuta, e estava tudo bem. Mesmo que ele quebrasse meu coração mais tarde, porque ele me mostrou o que o amor deveria ser, e me ensinou que eu nunca deveria aceitar menos que isso.

Yuta Guitarrista

Avisos: +18, yuta grande gostoso, linguagem explícita, menores não interajam (e pra variar não sei oq colocar aqui, um dia eu melhoro)

N/a: isso era pra ser um fic? Era. Mas eu queria tanto postar, que acabou saindo em headcanon mesmo. Espero que gostem mesmo assim ❤️. (Talvez ele esteja um pouquinho longo, me perdoem pfvr)

Você não queria estar ali 100%...

Não que você não goste de rock, mas é que tinha planos diferentes para essa noite de sábado

Comer e assistir série no mesmo pijama que foi dormir até acabar dormindo de novo

Mas simplesmente não conseguiu fugir das suas amigas, que acabaram te levando para o show dessa banda de rock

Olhando o Instagram da banda no caminho até o local, eles não pareciam prometer muito

E o lugar praticamente vazio, também não

Mas conforme o horário foi chegando, mais pessoas chegaram principalmente mulheres eufóricas

E bastou a banda subir no palco para seu queixo cair no chão

Os membros pareciam deuses, de tão gatos e gostosos que eram

Mas um chamou mais a atenção: o guitarrista

O rapaz de cabelos pretos caindo em seu rosto, maquiagem marcante nos olhos, roupas de couro que cobriam quase nada...

Finalmente você entendeu o apelo que sua mãe usava quando falava dos crushs dela da sua época

Assim que aquele homem colocou as mãos na guitarra, seus olhos não saíram dele

Conforme a banda tocava, o guitarrista parecia que tocava não só com os dedos, mas com o corpo também

Ele de algum jeito conseguia mover a cintura também, sarrando a guitarrista vermelha

Yuta o guitarrista, quando percebeu que você babava na ponta do palco, fez questão de fazer um showzinho especial

Afinal quando um rostinho lindo e inocente desses aparece pela primeira vez, é a obrigação dele de a fazer voltar, não é?!

Sorrindo de lado, Yuta faz questão de ficar a sua frente o tempo todo

E apesar de estar boquiaberta, você parecia bem até

E yuta precisava fazer alguma coisa

E olha só que coisa...o solo dele chegou!

Ignorando o meio do palco, Yuta se agacha na sua frente, jogando o cabelo pra trás

E você finalmente consegue ver seu rosto de modo claro

E meu deus

Esse é ohomem mais lindo que você já viu

O sorriso ladino, os olhos marcados pelo lápis preto, o piercing na sobrancelha...

O ar some do seu pulmão

E você não sabe se continua o encarando, ou se olha para os dedos nele na guitarra

Seus dedos longos, com as unhas pintas de preto, alguns calos na ponta por tocar, eles suados se movendo tão ágeis...

Yuta decidiu naquele momento que queria alguma coisa com essa grande gostosa de olhos brilhantes e arregalados na sua frente

Yuta pega uma de suas paletas, no bolso da frente, e coloca na boca

Com uma sobrancelha erguida, te incitando, Yuta aproxima seus rostos e mostra que quer que você pegue a paleta de sua boca

Mas quando você estica sua mão, ele segura a mesma

Claro que você entendeu

E leva seu rosto até o dele, pegando a paleta com seus labios

E ambas as bocas se roçam

Dizer que o resto do show foi uma tortura é compreensível

Mas o melhor aconteceu quando acabou

Você nem conseguiu sair dali, quando um segurança surgiu para te chamar

Yuta te esperava sozinho em uma sala

E ele teve a melhor surpresa do mundo

Por que assim que foi chamada, você decidiu que teria a melhor noite da sua vida

O moreno mal pode falar alguma coisa, que você já pulou no pescoço dele o puxando para um beijo quente

O moreno sorri no seus lábios, mãos direto na sua cintura a colando firme contra seu corpo

E meu Deus, ele já tinha uma ereção

"Yuta" ele diz, se afastando rapidamente da sua boca, e você responde com o seu

O moreno te segura pela bunda, para a fazer subir em sua cintura

Ele te leva para o grande sofá que tinha ali

Em pouco tempo os dois estão com o suficiente de fora

Mas antes que ele possa te foder, você pede pra que ele o faça com os dedos

E ele a obede alegremente

E como você adivinhou, Yuta sabe usar seus dedos magnificamente

Não demorou muito para que você chegasse ao seu ápice, gritando seu nome

Fazendo não só o ego, mas também sua ereção ficar Impossívelmente maior

E quando ele pode finalmente estar dentro de você foi ainda melhor

Yuta jurou que você era a mulher perfeita, com as costas erguidas, criando um local perfeito para ele te segurar

A cabeça jogada pra trás, com a boquinha aberta gritando seu nome

Os cabelos e seios se movendo conforme se movimentavam

Ele sabia que assim que te soltasse teria um repertório novo dedicado somente a você

E soube também que jamais te deixaria sumir da vida dele

Poucas fodem com ele desse jeito, e somem

Então assim que ambos chegam ao seu ápice

E você se recupera do melhor sexo da sua vida

Vocês trocam de número

Mas ele não te deixa ir

Fica grudado em você pelo resto da noite

Flertando

Beijando

Agarrando

Você claramente não acostumada, fica vermelha o tempo todo

O que só o atiça ainda mais

E é claro que vocês transam de novo no banheiro

No camarim da banda

No carro

E quase no elevador da sua casa

venomous

pairing; bodyguard!yuta x (f) reader

genre/warnings; crime!au, thriller, angst, graphic violence, mentions of drugs/drugging, character death, implied smut, implied misogynistic behavior, mentions of dv, one instance of attempted abuse(?), mc’s father is an asshole

summary; Born into the underworld, crime was all you’d known your entire life and was practically in your blood - murder, drugs, money, power, and everything in between. In spite of your father leading one of the two major gangs that dominated Asia, you managed to keep safe. But all that changes once the rival gang has bad blood to settle with your father, and suddenly a vendetta’s being pursued against you.

word count; 18.8k

taglist; @shreeya77777 @abcdefghijkleemark @haefullsunchan @sophie-rebecca17 @baehaechannie @plantws @yutameow @yeins @roroswitherose @karabarrow @hii-yongseul @xuxibelle @queensnowdon @bmgyubear @carat-per-cubic @enha-getic

a/n; she’s free! having this fic in the drafts as early as February 2021, it’s a relief to be able to finally put it together and I’m glad this collab call gave me that opportunity. hope U all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing <3 Part of Game of Surival collab call by @neo-shitty feedback is appreciated

Maybe you were paranoid. As heir to one of the most prosperous crime rings in the country you had grown familiar with the feeling, but you’d never get used to it.

You tried to chalk it up to the uneasiness of being present at yet another of your father’s parties, feeling like a weed amongst flowers, but you knew at the same time it was relieving to break away from your rather mundane lifestyle - condemned to your bedroom with a guard outside your door, in case the idea to wander around emerged within your mind yet again.

Feasting your eyes on the crowd was one of your favorite weekly, on some occasions biweekly, pastimes. Pretty people adorned in flashy attire that you were sometimes lucky to be able to engage in conversation with whenever your bodyguard pitied you enough to turn a blind eye to your activities. You usually dreaded no part of the evening save for the end, so you couldn’t fathom why you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Until you noticed a frantic Nakamoto Yuta rushing towards you hardly twenty minutes later.

“Get up,” your bodyguard ordered, yanking you from the seat impatiently. You were forced to set down the drink you had requested to calm your nerves, following Yuta as he ushered you throughout the crowd.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. And you were dying to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s the matter?” you asked. “Is something wrong?”

“No time to explain,” he answered curtly. “Just follow me.”

Almost a dozen more questions remained at the tip of your tongue, yet you kept them anchored. Knowing Yuta, he was only trying to keep you safe. That was his priority. Everything else came second.

Yuta led you to an exit situated towards the rear side of the venue, more easily accessible than the front entrance. For a split second he checked his watch, eyes flashing with urgency. He wasted no time to pull at your arm and drag you along in the path of his body.

Though in your high heels and flowy dress, it was impossible to match his pace. You were stumbling and on the verge of twisting an ankle, nearly collapsing if it weren’t for his never-loosening grip on you. “Yuta!” you shrieked. “Slow down.”

Slowing down wasn’t an option. Not only would Yuta’s life be at stake if he neglected his job, but he’d never forgive himself if he let anything bad happen to you. Instead he settled for pausing for a moment to swoop you into his arms, not stopping when you squealed from the sudden change and dashing further into the distance.

Even as he ran, Yuta held you securely in his arms, holding you tightly with dedication smoldering in his irises. You could see it from the position you were in, staring into him adoringly. You knew that the situation likely wouldn’t feel half as intimate if you knew the details, but ignorance was truly bliss. You admired his auburn hair and stoic face up until he helped you into a vehicle, and you couldn’t help but notice your father’s chauffeur was already gone.

Fingertips pressed against the window, you stared outside the glass as he drove, your heart collapsing inside your chest as you saw panicked flocks of people running frantically out of the venue you had miraculously escaped.

You had dodged a bullet, but at what cost?

Waiting for you and Yuta in your room when you arrived back home at the headquarters was your father.

“Dad?” you said, tone laced with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Your father only put a finger up to his lip and ushered for Yuta to shut the door before he glanced back at you blankly. It perturbed you; sent shivers down your spine as you wondered what in the hell could have been happening for everyone to be so unforthcoming.

“The Serpents put a hit out on me,” he finally said.

You shrieked, “What?”

He held his finger to his lips again. “They believe I’m responsible for the death of their former heiress, and now they have a vendetta against us. That means you’re in just as much danger as I am. I want you to remain here until things clear up - no more parties and no exiting this room without Nakamoto only. You are to trust no other guard. He’ll bring you all your meals and whatever other essentials you may need.”

It felt as though the room was spinning. You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. The Empire and the Serpents had always loathed one another for as long as you could remember, connected by means of rivalry and battling for the throne - perpetual success and power. This was something drastically different. They were intent on seeking your family for immaterial issues: vengeance.

“Did you kill her?”

Your father seemed greatly affronted by your question. “Of course not! I have no connection to that woman. They say her cause of death was ruled to be food poisoning.”

You knew that. Her death was massive news in the underworld when you were little, rumors getting tossed back and forth between people with some being that the Empire was responsible, but none of them were plausible. Everyone only knew what the Serpents disclosed - the cause of death. However that was, give or take, two decades ago, and for the matter to resurface out of the blue was nothing short of questionable.

Merely attempting at wrapping your head around your newfound situation was making your brain short-circuit. If your father didn’t kill her, then there was no reason for any of this to be happening. In spite of the feud between both gangs, neither were small-minded enough to create bold-faced lies or threaten violence against one another. Neither were sloppy. That meant either of two things: they somehow made a mistake, or your father was lying.

You hated the thought of the latter.

You shook your head. “I don’t understand.”

“Get some rest,” he replied, dismissing your confusion. “The building is on lockdown; no one gets in or out without my say so. It’ll be okay. Goodnight.”

He slipped out of the room, and you were left alone with Yuta and your thoughts.

Yuta walked you to your bed and sat down beside you. “You okay?”

“I’m terrified,” your voice was barely above a whisper. After living your whole life in the underworld you thought that you had reached a point of numbness, desensitized to the harsh reality. Now that it was you and your father’s lives at stake however, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Every waking and unwaking moment was a dangerous one, you knew that. Your father was notorious; wanted by gangs, law enforcement, and all things alike. It never bothered you because you knew your people were unreachable to inferior groups, but the Serpents were on the same level as the Empire. They knew the game as thoroughly as your people did. They had just as much potential to win.

“Don’t worry,” Yuta cooed, stroking your back. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

You made a pitiful attempt at hiding your smile. You knew he was right. Yuta had given his all into protecting you for the past two years, never once neglecting his responsibilities. He took his job ever so seriously, and it was a relief to know that there was someone who valued your safety standing right outside your door at all times.

For a moment, you were comforted. Maybe everything would be okay.

But the following morning only maintained your worries that the Serpents were a force to be reckoned with.

Yuta showed you an image of a burnt down building. “This is, was the venue from yesterday. The Serpents burnt it down. That’s the reason I was rushing to get you out and back here. Your father commanded me to move with speed and efficiency.”

Your eyes widened. Last night you were two minutes away from being swallowed alive by flames. It suddenly clicked; why people were swarming outside the building. They were running for their lives.

“Was there a motive?”

“To scare you,” Yuta shrugged, finding the answer obvious. “Probably a warning. Makes the most sense. They’re giving your daddy the chance to turn himself in before they have to strike by force.”

It did make sense; you were no stranger to the method. That was just the dirty way crime worked. Ultimatums were never heavenly decisions. This one in particular was bring yourself into me, or die trying to escape.

Obtaining a member of an organized crime ring was no easy task, however. Your headquarters were hidden and security was intricately layered. There might have only been one guard at your door, but there were plenty scattered everywhere and only you, Yuta, and your father knew the passcode to your corridor. Not even the other inner circle members had access. Getting to you was mission impossible, they could have only imagined getting to your father.

“That means that last night probably won’t be the last time something drastic happens,” you murmured. “I reckon they won’t offer many warnings, but they’re going to make their presence known. And they’re only going to get more and more dangerous each time.”

Yuta chuckled. “You know your shit.”

“That’s nothing. But being the daughter of a gang leader, I oughta know a thing or two about how these people operate.”

“You know about the Empire’s methods of operation, but what do you know about the Serpents?” Yuta asked, adding when you arched your eyebrow, “They’re similar, yeah, but still bound to be different as hell. The more you know about the Serpents, the more predictable they are.”

You mulled it over. “I know a little bit. Basic things.”

He looked ready, eyes telling you to shoot. “Run it to me, princess.”

Biting your lip, you collected your thoughts into sentences before you spoke.

“They’re a complex group, but they only have six inner circle members - the leader, his right-hand, the head of arms and drug dealing, the spy and tracker, the hacker, and the treasurer,” you started. “Their names are undisclosed as far as I know, but each member has an alias by the name of snakes chosen for different reasons and all with different meanings pertaining to their character.”

Yuta nodded along. “Do you know them?”

“I know the names, not sure about all of the meanings behind them,” you confessed. Some of them were self-explanatory, but others you couldn’t fathom why that specific snake was chosen as their identity.

Yuta urged you on and you continued, “The leader is called the King Cobra for obvious reasons. King cobras are the longest venomous snakes, so I assume his meaning has something to do with extensive power and control,” you explained. “The right-hand is called the Python. Allegedly because he has a suffocating presence, and pythons are non-venomous constricting snakes.”

“The spy and tracker is called the Viper. Viper’s are ambushers and rely on their ability to camouflage to attack their prey. It’s not that big of a jump to make that he’s deceitful and able to blend in with his surroundings or appear as a non-threat as their spy. After tracking down his target, he awaits the right moment to strike,” you gazed at Yuta to see if you had his attention, and to your pleasure he seemed nothing short of intrigued by your knowledge. Snooping around the headquarters and eavesdropping during parties was how you picked up on most of the information. Boredom egged you on to doing unimaginable things. You even snook a book about snakes from the library one time, just so that you could research the Serpents.

“The dealer is called the Black Mamba, the hacker is called the Boa, and the treasurer is called the Copperhead. I haven’t been able to reach a solid conclusion on them.”

Yuta nodded once more, impressed. As a guard you figured he’d probably picked up on some information too, the same way you did - from other henchmen - except he likely knew more from actual conversations. You relied on poking your nose where it didn’t belong.

“Good work,” he said, then joked, “and is that what sneaking out has taught you?”

You grinned. “Damn right.”

“It’s pretty good work. I mean that. But you should also know their operations as a whole,” Yuta said, and it made you wonder just how much he knew altogether. “Empire are infamous for their coercion methods and obtaining their desires through force and abuse of power. They’re bullets you see coming but can’t move quick enough to dodge. The Serpents on the other hand are sly motherfuckers. You’d never suspect their next move. Once you realize you’re trapped by them, you’re already staring down the barrel.”

That was unnerving. He was basically trying to teach you how to predict the unpredictable.

Yuta glanced at the clock on your nightstand. “Shit, I gotta go to this meeting. I’ll be back in two hours. You need anything before I go?”

You shook your head. “I’m good.”

“Alright. Behave,” Yuta chastised, making you giggle.

“What you gonna do if I don’t?” You asked, batting your lashes.

A fire flashed behind his eyes. He growled, “What did I tell you about tempting me, woman? I’ll see you later.”

Yuta left before you could attempt to spur him on further and you giggled. Your relationship with him was complicated - you wanted him, he wanted you, but being together was entirely forbidden. There was no label. You just pretended as if you weren’t in love.

You stood up and headed for your closet, preparing to change into something less vibrant than your strawberry pajamas. Love came second. Your life was on the line and you hardly had details about what was a life-threatening situation. You were on a mission to survive.

In spite of the meeting, some henchmen were still obligated to stick around the corridors. Growing up in the headquarters gave you an advantage though. Back when you were little, you learned how to crawl through vents.

The building structure hadn’t changed since you were born. Modernized, but every route still led to the exact same places they were originally planned to. Your childhood recklessness helped you engrave the paths into your memory, and thus you managed to turn up exactly where you wanted twenty-ish years later.

Outside your father’s office.

Last night you overheard Yuta on the phone. He must’ve thought you were asleep, otherwise you doubted he would have taken the call dead in your face, knowing how you were - too curious for your own good, fueled by the information you were sheltered from for decades. He mentioned your father would be discussing several things with the inner circle to decide how to best move forward. That was enough information for you to begin planning how you’d get there and a good starting point for figuring out exactly what the hell was going on.

Secrets being kept away from you was nothing new. You had dealt with that bullshit your entire life. But now you were being underly-informed about something that could potential end your life and that was the last straw. You refused to sit around and know nothing. 

The door was cracked ajar. You couldn’t see in, but you could hear and make out all the voices inside - your father’s, and Ten’s, the multifaceted asset to Empire’s inner circle who had no set position. He was considered an all-rounder.

You want the passports?

That was Ten’s voice. You furrowed your eyebrows. Passports? Was your father making an escape plan?

Yes, but we won’t be going anywhere. Just throwing them off course to buy us a little more time, your dad replied.

Shit, okay. I’ll talk to Renjun and get on it.

Hearing footsteps, you rushed to hide around the corner and hoped that Ten wouldn’t walk in that direction. To your fortune, he didn’t.

You blew out a sigh of relief. You had avoided being caught by Ten, but you were unsatisfied by your findings and the briefness of the conversation you’d managed to pick up on. The only way you could satisfy your hunger for information was if you went to Renjun’s office and resumed your eavesdropping from there. Eager and blinded by greed, you looked both ways and then made a run for it.

The lights were off and the door was shut when you got there, and not a sound came from inside the office. No shuffling noises or hushed mumbles. That only meant one thing - no one was there. Either Ten wasn’t meeting up with Renjun immediately or they were talking someplace else. If the latter was true, chances were you had already missed crucial information.

You sighed again and prepared to retreat to your room. At least you didn’t come up completely short of new details. You knew that your father was apparently attempting to fake a getaway, that much you could tell, but were the Serpents that gullible? And what exactly was he trying to buy time for? Did he have a plan? Nothing made sense anymore and it was stressing you out far beyond belief. It seemed like the more you knew, the less you figured out, and that was effectively defeating the purpose of your thirsty hunt.

You turned around and bumped straight into a chest. Looking up, you had a realization that made you wish the floor would swallow you whole.

It was Yuta’s.

His eyes widened and he stared at you, shooting bullets into your skin with his gaze alone. He whisper-yelled, “The hell are you doing here?”

Dammit, you swore under your breath. Your heart raced and you were starting to regret all of the prying that you’d done today. Yuta must’ve recently left his meeting. The room it was held in wasn’t far from where you were, although you thought that you’d have longer before it ended. It was possible that you simply lost track of time or that it ended early, but it wouldn’t be long before he put you under hyper-surveillance.

“What does it look like?” You grumbled. There was no point in lying to him. There was nothing convincing that you could tell him and even if there was, Yuta could see straight through you like you were glass.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” he warned.

You finished the quote. “But satisfaction brought it back.”

Yuta sighed and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Let’s go back to your room.”

You could tell there was more that he wanted to say, but arguing with you in the corridors when you were at extreme risk of getting caught was unwise. He settled for walking you back to your room, holding you close to his chest in spite of it being clear he wasn’t happy with you.

Halfway to your destination, you heard a woman shriek.

You pauses dead in your tracks, forcing Yuta to freeze with you. “What the…?”

“Go back to your room,” Yuta commanded.

Your response was physical. Face disbelieving as your brows furrowed and your eyes rounded. The shriek was terror-stricken, you knew the sound of fear when you heard it. It surrounded you ever since you could breathe. You needed to know what was going on, what was happening so close by yet felt almost worlds away.

“Go,” he said again, his cold, sharp eyes piercing into your skin. If you didn’t know him, you would have been scared. But as intimidating as he could seem from the outside, Yuta was mush in the interior. He just wanted to keep you safe. “And don’t even damn think about sneaking around.”

That time you obliged. You headed straight to your room and took no detours. You knew it was too risky and hoped that whatever happened wasn’t too dangerous. That Yuta would return in one piece and tell you what happened.

Thankfully, he did.

“So?” you said when he came back to your room roughly half an hour later.

“Maid found the corpse of a guard,” Yuta sighed as he sat beside you. “Not that sure yet, but the cause of death looked like it was an untreated venomous snakebite.”

“Not that sure?”

Yuta exhaled again. You wondered what he knew that made him seem so stressed. “The words ‘we are your shadow’ were painted onto the wall in his blood.”

Your blood ran cold. “The…”

“The Serpents killed him, yeah,” he grumbled.

The blood writing on the wall might have been laughable if it weren’t for the circumstances you were currently facing. Nothing was funny when you weren’t sure how much longer you would be breathing, or just how safe your surroundings really were. Their plan was to make you feel a false sense of security. Today was another warning. A message. They were close. Closer than you could have ever imagined. They were too deep inside and there was no escape.

You were beginning to think that flying out of the the city or even the country might have been your safest option. Even the place you considered home was dangerous. If a fatal incident happened only moments ago just down the hall, you were scared to wonder exactly how close the wrong people had ever been to you.

“They’re here,” you said in terror. “They’re inside the headquarters, and we don’t know where or who or when they’ll…,”

“Baby,” Yuta tried to interject, but to no avail.

“No! They’re deeper inside than we think they are and there’s only a matter of time until…,”

Yuta kissed you - deep and hard. Your body responded instantly, kissing him back and letting him guide you. You let him cup your face and your fingers thread through his locks, an unconscious part of you wanting to feel him as deeply as the limits would allow you too. Whenever he kissed you, his body easily won over yours. You were too weak for him. It took nothing for you to melt into his touch or the softness of his lips.

He pulled away some moments later and let you catch your breath. “Sorry baby, but I needed you to calm down. I know this shit’s scary, but you gotta be rational and think about what it means.”

“I don’t think I even wanna know what this shit means,” you whispered.

Yuta frowned. It broke his heart to see you this way. He wanted to take all your worries and fears away and lock them away. He hated seeing this slowly defeating even you, the most obstinate and iron-willed woman he knew. There was nothing he anticipated more than the moment that this chase would finally be coming to an end.

Suddenly the door opened and your father poked his head throughout the doorway. “Hurry up and pack, we’re leaving. Nakamoto, escort her out when she’s finished.”

He was gone as quickly as he came. You stared at Yuta lostly. Where were you going? And most importantly, would you be any safer from the Serpent’s there?

“You know it’s not safe to stay here. He’s making a run to more obscure territory,” Yuta stated as if he could read your mind. Sometimes, you felt like he could. “And before you ask - I don’t know if it’ll keep them away, but it’s not easy access. No one will be there but you, him, the inner circle, their personal bodyguards’, and me. So no one can get paid off.”

That was almost comforting. Being around people you deemed trustworthy, instead of countless people who could have been standing in the middle of the road for all anyone knew, seemed like the most liberating and obvious option. Maybe it would keep you alive if even just a little longer. Maybe it would give your father’s unspoken plan the push it needed to finally get in motion before it was too late. You hated not knowing. You hated having to rely on a maybe, but that was all you had. The little sparks of hope inside you were what was giving you the energy to push forward. It was better than a definite no.

Yuta insisted on helping you pack everything you needed - Clothes, books, and a few other items. In under fifteen minutes you were snuck out the backsides of the perimeter, and ushered into one of the cars.

As the vehicle set into motion, the pads of your fingers pressed against the window and you gazed longingly out the glass. From the moment you were born, this was the sole place that you’d known to be home. Every night of your life had been spent under the same room and in between the same walls. Now you weren’t sure if it would ever feel like home to you again.

The ride was long and you knew none of the roads the vehicle turnt on. If anyone were to be following you, you were certain that they’d become lost from all the abrupt changes in direction that were made. You finally pulled up to a secluded house. It was isolated and lowkey, and appeared to be an ideal safe house.

Yuta helped you out of the vehicle and carried your belongings inside. From the front door to the room you’d claim as yours for the meantime, the house seemed well-kept. It was probably one of the various operating grounds for Empire henchmen.

“Alright, head up to your room. I have something to discuss with the boys,” your father said, dismissing you to your room.

You gaped in disbelief. There was no way he was shunning you to your room at a time like this. It was all that he’d ever done, but at least before you’d have a little roaming freedom - drowning yourself in books in the library or helping the maids tend to the gardens. From the business parties he’d throw weekly to even being allowed to eat in the dining hall instead of having your meals brought up to you. After the news about the Serpents broke out all that had changed, but you thought it was to keep you safe. Now that you were surrounded by confirmed non-threats however, you saw clearly that wasn’t the case.

You rebelled, “I want to stay.”

It would be a lie to say that you never had been rebellious. Your father was strict, but you were stubborn and never took no for an answer. The only thing was that you’d never defied him to his face. Fear constricted your chest but you were hell-bent on standing your ground. You were a grown woman, for fucks sake. A grown woman who had her whole life at stake.

Your father glared but kept calm. “Don’t be difficult, darling. Just do as you’re told.”

“Why? This is about me just as much as it is the rest of you!” you countered, glancing around for backup. You met Ten’s eyes, then Renjun’s, both filled to the brim with pity. Yet neither of them said anything and you felt stupid for thinking that they would. Who in their right mind would stand up to anyone as conceited as your father?

Only you. Only you were bold enough to go against his commands, but maybe that was because you didn’t yet know the extent of what he was willing to do to his own blood.

Before you could even blink, he grabbed his switchblade from his holster and hurled it in your direction. The blade narrowly missed you, but knowing that that was intentional made your stomach churn. He was trying to scare you - and it was working.

“Go to your motherfucking room,” he hissed. “And don’t make me tell you again.”

That time, you obliged him. With widened eyes, you hurried up the stairs, tears threatening to fall but you wouldn’t let them. Not until you were alone.

When the door was shut and your back was against it, you finally let out your first sob. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was so sudden. Your father had nearly injured you at very least. He was a skilled knife-thrower and always carried them on him, but you never had any reason to fear him up until now. Never in your twenty-something years had he ever attempted to physically harm you, yet now he had with the intention of scaring you into compliance.

You weren’t sure what scared you more; the fact that he could have easily harmed you if he wanted to, or that something so trivial urged him to behave this way. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe this was something bigger and you were the only one who didn’t see that - but if that were true, it only fortified your desire to know exactly what was being kept from you. And why.

Spotting your duffle bag on your bed, you got up and rummaged through it in search of one particular item. You found a small, rectangular box and opened it, clutching a silver necklace as soon as the box clamped open and placing it on.

It was your mother’s. She passed shortly after you were born, maybe some months later. You hardly knew her. You had no photographs of her and your father never mentioned her even when you used to beg for him to tell you about her, to the point where you eventually stopped asking. The necklace was the only memory you had of her.

Sometimes you wished she was still with you. Maybe life would be a little easier. Maybe you’d feel a little less alone. Now more than ever, you wished she was by your side. Maybe you’d have someone to guide you and tell you the answers to everything you didn’t know, to point you in the right direction. But most of all, you wanted her love and comfort. You wanted her to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay.

Maybe then, you’d believe it.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the door and you jolted in surprise. “Who is it?” you asked weakly.

“Your favorite,” Yuta sang from the other side of the door. For a second, you smiled. Yuta’s voice alone was soothing. “May I come in?”

“Go ahead.”

Yuta walked inside, shutting the door behind himself. He frowned at the sight of you, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained. You looked almost as small as you felt. There was nothing Yuta despised more than seeing you so overcome by your emotions - it made him bristle with anger, wishing there was something he could do to permanently remove your pain.

You fiddled with your necklace and once Yuta noticed it, he sighed sadly. “Oh, baby…,”

“I miss her,” you smiled through your tears. “I miss her and I never even knew her.”

That was all it took for Yuta to walk over and pull you into a hug. You sobbed into his shoulder and he rubbed your back, soothing you. Yuta was the only one that you had ever opened up to about your problems, and especially the ones regarding your mother. He knew how incomplete you felt without having a mother figure present in your life.

With Yuta, you felt bare and exposed. Stripped naked of your facades and down to your rawest, truest emotions. There was nothing you could hide from him, no mask you could put on because he could effortlessly see dead through you. He could read you like an open book, but never judged any line. That was why you had no issues with being vulnerable in front of him. He had seen you at your lowest moments and yet still Yuta embraced you nonetheless.

That was when you realized something. Yuta was more than just your bodyguard. He guarded your mind, soul, heart and body. He fought off the dragons of your mind with a sword. Without him you’d be nothing but a damsel in distress.

“Please don’t leave me,” you begged softly. Not like she did. “I need you.”

Yuta wiped the tears from your face. “I’ll never ever leave you, princess. You’ll always have me.”

All you could do was pray that that was true. As much as you hated to think about it, Yuta’s life was just as on the line as yours. He was an obstacle to the Serpents, and it went without a doubt that they would tear down anything in their course to get to your family. Knowing Yuta, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you without getting through him first. He was willing to sacrifice himself if it meant you had a chance.

After a while you cooled down and decided to pull yourself together. You were still shaken up from what had happened, but refused to let it get in the way of what was important—predicting the Serpent’s next move. And Yuta was more than willing to help you.

“What did you say was written on the wall again?”

“‘We are your shadow’,” Yuta recalled gloomily. “The message’s obvious. They’re watching.”

No shit. The snake bite was the unneeded confirmation that the murder was their doing, but the message was what they were trying to convey. Four silly words had never unnerved you this awfully.

“Fucking hell,” you sighed. “Shadows follow you everywhere you go like footprints.”

Yuta made a face. “You think they know that we’re here?”

“I think that if they don’t know yet, then it likely won’t be long before they do.”

“That’s what I thought, but your dad isn’t intent on switching locations. He says we’re staying here until further notice,” he answered, and you furrowed your brows. Sometimes your father could be a little too vain to notice the flaws in his reasoning - and god forbid anyone pointed them out to his face - but you wanted to trust he wouldn’t do anything too out of line.

Now though, your trust in him was wavering.

After a moment of silence and internally debating if you should keep your knowledge to yourself, you began quietly, “I overheard my dad talking with Ten earlier. When I snuck out.”

Yuta shot you a curious look, urging you on with his face. “Mm-hm.”

“They brought up passports. Dad said that we wouldn’t be going anywhere, though. Throwing the Serpents off course and mentioning something about buying more time. I think he’s faking a getaway.”

Yuta reacted like he was completely unaware of that information, and there lied your ulterior motive in mentioning what you overheard. Yuta was updated on everything, almost as if he knew events before they occurred sometimes. He was knowledgeable and smart, and predicted certain circumstances like no other. For him to have absolutely no clue what your father was planning was somewhat alarming.

It was no surprise to hear that information was to be held strictly between the inner circle or high-ranking members as they were the center of power and influenced overall movement, but cohesion was still significant - especially between the most directly affected people. There needed to be a clear plan in case of sudden emergency. Worst of all, you couldn’t even be sure that the entire inner circle was aware. Only Ten, Renjun, and your father could be confirmed.

“Well, if he plans to act on that idea soon that would explain the lack of urgency,” Yuta murmured, “but there’s no telling. And what is he buying time for exactly?”

“That’s where I keep getting lost. I don’t know what the hell he’s trying to do and it’s scary,” you leaned back against your sheets and sighed.

Nothing was making sense. And you didn’t want to be five seconds from the click of a trigger by the time it finally did. You couldn’t even imagine what would happen to you or the people around you if you dug deeper, though.

It was like you were being cornered - by your father’s intimidation, by your reckless curiosity, by death - and given no choice but to succumb. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

“Get some rest,” Yuta said after a while, noticing how the more the gears in your head ticked, the more it killed you. “We’ll talk again tomorrow. Promise me you’ll try to sleep.”

You nodded your head. “Okay,” you smiled and slid underneath the covers.

Yuta pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.”

Your heart fluttered. You wanted nothing more than for him to slip beside you and stay for the night, but you understood it was too risky, and his night didn’t quite end when yours did.

“Goodnight, Yuta,” you whispered.

He smiled. Then the lights flickered off, and you heard the door open and shut.

You didn’t sleep a wink.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to keep your word to Yuta, but even after you said goodnight you still couldn’t power your brain off - electricity was always flowing, gears were always turning. There was something else troubling you. Yuta had said that you’d talk again tomorrow, but that was exactly what worried you. The Serpent’s warnings had been consecutive. The very first night, today, and tomorrow was a high possibility.

Who was to say that tomorrow would be any different? Who was to say that the Serpent’s had any mercy leftover? It was already well-established that the warnings would only become worse the more they were ignored, but what if the Empire had blown all chances at making things easy?

They had left the ball in the Empire’s court; now it was in theirs.

The tomorrow you had so terribly dreaded had become today. A knock from the bedroom door startled you, and you asked softly, “Who’s there?”

“Ten,” the voice said, then the door opened slightly and Ten peaked through the crack. “Hey. Your dad told me to let you know that we’re leaving for a little while. Nakamoto’s downstairs, he’s going to stay and watch over you.”

That suddenly made you feel cold. You were scared shitless of being alone, but you guessed you weren’t alone with Yuta around. Still, it didn’t help to think about a sudden ambush while everyone else was away. You were two to however fucking many people they’d send. You would be no match for them.

And more than anything, you needed Yuta safe.

Feigning indifference, you said coolly, “Alright.”

You had a feeling Ten could tell you were putting on a front, but he didn’t press the matter. There was nothing he could have done.

“And y/n?”

You murmured, “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about yesterday. I know you’re probably shaken up about it. I didn’t think he’d act like that to you.”

You chuckled tonelessly. “Me neither.”

Ten flashed you a thin smile. There was more that he wanted to say and you could tell, but you also figured the second half of his message wasn’t supposed to happen. He was in a time crunch.

“Be safe,” you whispered before he could say anything else.

Ten nodded. “You as well.”

Then he disappeared.

Figuring you needed to de-stress, you opted for taking a long, hot shower. You hoped desperately that it would wash away all the apprehensions plaguing your mind in the meantime.

When you got out, you felt better. There was no doubt that you’d still need coffee to help with the fact that you’d pulled an all-nighter, but at least you felt refreshed and that was enough to help you carry on. Some moments after you finally collapsed back on your bed, you heard buzzing from your nightstand.

Your phone. It was provided in case of a crisis and if anyone needed to reach you, but that was why you were worried. If there was nothing wrong, why would they need to tell me something now? They never needed you.

Nonetheless, you picked up the phone, noticing the caller ID was Renjun’s. “Hello?”

“Where’s Nakamoto?”

You blinked in surprise. Maybe it was nothing. But doesn’t Yuta have his own phone? Then, you realized that you hadn’t heard from nor seen Yuta all morning. Usually he’d greet you after you’d woke up, check on you and stay with you. You had figured he was downstairs keeping guard, though now you were worried about him.

“Dunno, I haven’t seen him. I figured he was downstairs playing watchdog,” you answered, eyebrows furrowing. “Why?”

Renjun ignored your question and commanded, “Look in the closet and get the gun.”

“What?”

“Just do it,” he hissed.

Phone pressed to your ear, you stepped towards the closet and rummaged through in search of a firearm. You found it and swiftly checked to see if it was loaded. It was.

“Found it,” you announced.

“You remember how to use one, right?”

The realization that you would possibly have to use one alarmed you, but you confirmed in a little voice, “Y-yeah.” You were probably in your early teens when you learned how to use a gun. You might have been sheltered, but you knew the underworld in and out, and especially how to survive inside it.

That was what people had most often misunderstood about you. They doubted your knowledge and capabilities. They doubted you. You realized that even people you trusted didn’t believe in you. Inside, you knew a good chunk of it was because you were a woman in a man’s world, but you’d be damned if you let that mean you were any less capable.

“Good. Now lock the door,” Renjun said sternly.

“What? But what about Yuta?”

Renjun’s surroundings grew louder and you could suddenly hear all the action in the background, loud yelling and gunshots filling your ears. It sounded like a bloodbath was ongoing and you were scared half to death.

“Listen to me carefully because I don’t have that much time,” he began, voice colder than you’d ever heard it - and his tone was always icy. “Don’t trust Nakamoto. He’s not who he says he is.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked in bitter confusion.

Renjun snarled, “Fucking listen to me. He’s the Vip—”

His sentence was abruptly interrupted and by the sound of his phone dropping to the ground and his screams, you knew it was because he had been attacked. Your blood ran cold.

Then, the door opened and you wasted no time to aim the gun in its direction.

There stood Yuta - and he didn’t even flinch when you pointed the gun at him.

“Yes, I am the Viper,” he announced, smiling as menacingly as he could. “What a shame Renjun ruined the surprise.”

“Step back,” you warned, trying to hold the gun as firmly as you could, but your hands were trembling. Yuta - the one you had trusted with your heart, mind, soul and body - was the same person trying to tear you down.

It took everything within you not to break down right then. You could feel your heart wrench, then shatter into pieces. How could he sit there watching and listening to you fear for your life knowing damn well he was the exact thing you were trying to escape?

“Oh, please. We both know damn well you can’t shoot me, baby,” Yuta scoffed.

You glared. “Shut up. You don’t know me.”

Yuta didn’t listen. He was on a mission to make you explode and knew exactly what buttons to press. “I do know you. I know that you could never ever shoot me. You love me too much. You would only be planting a bullet in your own heart.”

“You’re wrong!” you screamed.

“Do it, then, I fucking dare you!” Yuta yelled back, louder. He stepped closer, intentionally leaving himself open. “I said, shoot me. Pull the motherfucking trigger, baby.”

Your mind was chanting for you to do exactly as he was saying, but your heart was screaming for you to do the opposite. It should have been easy. You should have had the upper hand here. You had a loaded gun and he was unarmed. The only problem was that Yuta was right. You didn’t have it in you to shoot him because you loved him. Frankly, you were in love with him.

And that was your weakness. As deadly and venomous as he was, Yuta was your vice. You unloaded the gun and threw it to the floor, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Yuta softened when he saw you cry, and pulled you into his chest. When you didn’t fight him, he began to stroke your back the way he knew comforted you. “There, there.”

“I don’t understand,” you whimpered sadly. “I trusted you.”

Yuta’s grip on you tightened. “Do you still trust me?”

You didn’t respond immediately. You of all people should have known the game, you had been studying it all your life, you had become it. Trust was nothing but a ruse and that was exactly what his job entailed - he comforted people into telling him their weakest points and used them to his advantage. And yet still, you knew that he was where you felt safe. “With my life.”

“Then, you know I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m doing it to protect you,” Yuta cooed gently.

That didn’t make the situation any easier to process. Yuta belonged to the Serpents - the exact same organization that was out for your family’s life. Did that mean that everything you knew was a lie? Then, what was their reason in doing any of this?

You pulled away and questioned, “What’s your motive?”

He shrugged. “Same as you were told. Your father killed our former heiress.”

That meant your father lied.

“Then, you should still be trying to kill me. Not protect me.”

Yuta shook his head. “Like I said, I’ve been doing this to protect you. The target has always been your daddy. He just made the wise decision of assuming we would use you to get to him - or he didn’t want to risk you finding out the truth.”

For the first time, you were getting answers to your questions, and yet you still couldn’t fathom them. It was too much to process all at once and you had barely scraped the surface. But you still needed to know more. You still needed to wrap your head around the enigma.

Another question popped up in your head and you furrowed your brows. “But that doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t he want me to know? I’m grown. I’ve lived this life for twenty-two years. I know he kills people. That’s what our life revolves around, that’s what I’m supposed to become when it’s my turn – a coldhearted killer. What would make this any different?”

Yuta pursed his lips. The answer lied at the very tip of his tongue, but he knew this particular secret wasn’t his to tell. “Baby look, a lot of this shit isn’t my place to tell you.”

“What do you mean, not your place?” you blinked in confusion. “Who’s place is it, then?”

Just as Yuta’s lips parted to speak, you jolted when you heard the door creak and an unknown being emerged from the hallways. “It’s time.”

Never had you ever been so confused, and nothing had been making sense for the past three days straight. When you finally gazed back at Yuta for answers, he was eyeing you apologetically.

“Forgive me,” he said finally, and before you could attempt to decipher the situation, you felt a prick in your arm from the opposite side and the color swiftly began to fade from your world.

The last thing you saw was Yuta’s face hovering over you as he held your unconscious body in his arms.

When you finally awoke, your senses came rushing back to you and whiplash struck you deep.

Nothing but the nerve-racking ticking of a clock was audible. The skin surrounding your forearm stung and you felt as though a gigantic hole had ripped agape there. Your vision unblurred steadily and your eyes were met with a dull room.

Where am I, you wondered. It was no place you had ever been - and that was very little. Between your bedroom and the few places from outside that you were familiar with, this was a completely and utterly foreign setting.

Smoke. You smelled smoke.

You sat up and saw a man you didn’t recognize, sitting in a chair with a joint between his fingers and smoke rising from between his lips, thick, white clouds of vapor flowing into the air.

And that was the moment your situation dawned on you.

“You’re awake,” the stranger observed offhandedly.

You ignored his comment. “Who are you?”

It was one of them. You knew that. Out of the six however, there no was no clear indication of who he was specifically.

The stranger only chuckled and took another drag. You noticed his almost fascinated gaze as his eyes bore at the spark of the joint, fire the sole gleam in his dark irises.

“Take a good guess, I’m sure you wouldn’t know,” he said dryly.

Your brows furrowed together in deep thought. You doubted that he was any of the members you had reached solid conclusions on. That would have been the King Cobra or the Python but he didn’t strike you as the leader type, or the Viper, but that was Yuta - oh god, Yuta.

You wondered where he was, or how he could have done that to you. His words to you crawled back in your brain, Forgive me. A part of you knew he was truly sorry, you could see it in his eyes, but another part of you was hesitant in believing anyone or anything.

Then your eyes flickered back to the smoking man on the chair and something clicked. “The Black Mamba,” you murmured, more to yourself than anything. You heard rumors about how the Black Mamba was an arsonist and his favorite weapons were explosives. Allegedly, he even constructed a bomb on his own at the age of ten.

“Oh, save the formalities,” he groaned, feigning annoyance. “Call me Jaemin.”

That gave you a pinch of hope. You weren’t sure if it was just in his character, but you doubted that he’d give you as much as his government name if they planned to kill you.

But then, what exactly was their plan?

“I told you not to play your mind games on her, Jaemin,” reprimanded a familiar voice, and you turned towards the door to see the face of the love of your life.

You rose up. “Yuta!”

Yuta’s head snapped in your direction. He trudged over and pulled you into his embrace, but you grimaced when he dealt too roughly with your aching arm.

“Shit. Sorry about that, baby,” he murmured into your ear. “Snake protocol.”

You stayed like that for a while. There was too much going on. Even if everything you’d known was a lie, you wanted to be in the one place you felt safe for just a moment - Yuta’s arms.

Jaemin fake-coughed. “If you two lovebirds are done, Cobra just texted me and said he wants to meet her.” He added blankly, “Just wanna make sure that’s okay with you guys first.”

You realized three things in that moment - one, you had seen Jaemin before, he was the one with Yuta earlier. Two, he fucking thrived off sarcasm.

And three, you were going to meet The King Cobra.

Panickedly, you stared at Yuta, but he rushed to assure you it would be okay. “Relax, princess. He just wants to give you answers to all those little questions you have. Answers you deserve. You trust me, right?”

“I trust you,” you drawled, even though you knew that you shouldn’t have. Then, you pushed him in the chest and managed to barely shove him. “But I’m mad at you.”

Yuta chortled. “You can be mad at me as much as you want, but rules are rules and I don’t make them. You’ll have to take that up with the motherfucker who does. Let’s go meet him, ey?”

When you finally agreed to meet his boss, you slipped out of the bedroom that you could have only assumed was Jaemin’s and walked into the corridors. Everything about being within the foreign walls of the Serpents’ headquarters made you feel like an outsider, although it did make sense. Technically - as heiress to the rival gang - you were.

Yuta held you firm to his chest, allowing you to loosen up and feel secure in his embrace. It also made you feel untouchable. Wandering henchmen seemed nothing short of frightened by Yuta as he strutted down the halls like he owned the place (technically, he kind of did) with you clinging stubbornly to his side.

The room he brought you to was someone’s office, void of all the hundreds of people pacing down the corridors, yet still not quite empty. Inside, you noticed the presence of two men that you didn’t recognize. Yuta sat across the desk and urged you to do the same.

“Boss,” Yuta greeted the man you both sat directly across from.

Boss. That meant he could have only been one person.

“You brought her,” his boss observed, smiling at you gently. You were half-tempted to smile back. He seemed warm and welcoming, which was totally unexpected for a gang leader.

“Yes, I did. Babe, this is my boss. Or as you know him, the King Cobra,” Yuta introduced, and suddenly the pieces clicked into place.

The man waved. “Hey. I’m the leader, but I know you already know that. Yuta here tells me you’re extremely curious,” he teased. “By the way, you can call me Taeyong.”

You nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And this is the Python, who, technically, is also my boss, since he outranks me,” said Yuta, gesturing towards the man who stood beside Taeyong. He was slightly taller and unlike Taeyong, had a grim aura. 

“Doyoung,” The Python said plainly. “Taeyong’s right hand.”

You nodded once more, feeling almost obligated to this time. The rumors were true; his presence was suffocating.

Taeyong clapped his hands together and suddenly turned remarkably stern. “Alright, now that we’re done with introductions, let’s talk about the real reason for bringing you here. I know you have lots of questions.”

Too many questions. You still wanted to know why you weren’t six feet under yet, or what would be their next move now that they had you under their belt. Were they going to use you to lure your father in? Then what? Would they dispose of you after you had done their bidding? 

There was an insatiable little cat roaming around in your brain, chasing dangerously after strings of information. Maybe curiosity did kill the cat, but as you’d told Yuta before, satisfaction brought it back.

And you weren’t going to stop until you were dead or satisfied.

He began, “First of all, you are by no means our target. Your father murdered my aunt nearly twenty-two years ago and in spite of his opposing claims, we have sufficient evidence. Witnesses on standby, accomplices forced into silence, proof of payment transactions made continuously throughout the decades to silence them. I made it my mission to stop at nothing to kill whoever was responsible, and two years ago on the twentieth anniversary, I finally determined who.”

There was almost nothing that you could say. You were in disbelief - not that he’d kill someone, but that he’d lie to you about something so normalized in your life. This had to be something deeper than you were being told.

“Why wait two years?”

“We had to plan meticulously,” he said plainly. “We had to get inside before we made a move, close enough to predict your father’s moves before he made them. That was why we decided to involve Yuta.”

Yuta nodded and added, “Two years ago, I was assigned to this mission. We were looking for an opportunity to infiltrate and get close to the inner circle, and just our luck, you needed a new bodyguard. It was also important for me to protect you. We couldn’t risk something happening to you.”

“Why not?” you pressed. You felt like a pawn to their game. “Is there something important about me?”

Silence fell over the room and you blinked in confusion. Everyone else in the room gazed towards Taeyong and you could only find yourself doing the same thing. He looked sullen, and you couldn’t even begin to fathom why.

You were starting to get annoyed. “Well?”

“There’s no easy way of saying this, but I won’t make it anyone else’s responsibility,” he said, wearing a sad smile. “That lady he killed wasn’t just our former heiress. She was your mother.”

You gaped. “What?”

Doyoung spoke up. “Think about it. Why else would he avoid admitting that he killed someone?”

You shook your head and sank into denial. There was no way. Your father had never been the best man and you knew that, but he wouldn’t kill the woman that birthed you. Would he?

“He threw a fucking knife at you,” Yuta reminded. “You think he wouldn’t snap hard enough to kill your mother?”

The memory flooded back in and you began having flashbacks, immersing yourself so deeply back in the moment that you could feel the fear that occupied you then. You remembered your eyes going wide, your chest heaving as you gaped in shock.

It happened so quickly. One moment, you thought that you were harmlessly persuading your father, the next, you heard a knife cutting through the air before you could even fathom what was happening.

“N-no, he—he wouldn’t,” you denied. You shut your eyes as if it would make everything go away, but there was no escape.

“He took her away from you.”

“Stop.”

Yuta didn’t listen. “All those painful years of longing were because of him. He shut you out from the world because he didn’t want to risk having to face you once you finally discovered the truth. Deny it all you want, but you know it’s fucking true. Everything adds up.”

“Yuta, that’s enough,” asserted Taeyong.

Yuta didn’t dare disobey. He softened up the moment he saw your fragile state - tears brimming your eyes as you were forced to face the truth head-on. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he was right. Everything added up too well, from your father’s mysterious behavior to the exact time of which their heiress and your mother passed. It could have only meant one thing.

You finally received the answers you had long-craved, but they weren’t the ones you were expecting.

“I’m sorry,” Yuta apologized with a frown. “Come here.”

There was no hesitation when you crawled into him and began to sob into his chest. He cradled you gently, the same way he had when he found you crying in your room yesterday.

Life was cruel. You knew that better than anyone else. But now that you knew your own father was responsible for so much of the pain and rupture you had felt deep in your chest, you weren’t certain if you would ever catch a break.

As much as you had wanted to deny his actions, there quickly became a point where it was impossible. And you were no longer in denial. You were in a state of pure, scorching hot rage. All you could feel was anger. And an aching desire for revenge on behalf of your mother.

Taeyong called your name once you had calmed down. “I brought you here because I wanted to make you a deal,” he began, and your eyebrows quirked with interest. “You help us catch him and I’ll make sure you never have to be under the control of that sick son of a bitch ever again.”

It didn’t take any convincing at all. You were already certain of what you wanted to do when he asked you the question. “Sounds like a pl…,” you trailed off as you realized something. “Wait. You said that my mother was your aunt, right?”

He nodded and you gawked.

“That means you’re—”

“Yes. I’m your cousin. I was waiting for you to realize,” Taeyong chortled.

How fucking ironic. The two rival gangs were family. And you were too blinded by emotion to even realize. No wonder this meant so much to him.

On the other end, you were delighted. You were certain you had no real blood family past your father and life was lonely. Instead of the dread you had been feeling for the past few days, you couldn’t wait to end this once and for all and meet the endless opportunities that awaited you. A happy ending was in arms reach. 

Whatever you could do to clutch it sooner, you wanted to know. You would do almost anything.

You had lost all empathy for your father. No wonder he shunned you to your room all the time. He was hiding how truly ugly he was inside. “I’m game if you all are, but what’s the move? How do you plan on getting him?”

“Straight to business,” Taeyong teased. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he and his team have arrived back at that little hideout of yours and know you’re missing. He’s going to want you back and knows that to obtain you, he’s going to have to reach us. We’re going to arrange a meeting. He’ll be trapped in with nowhere to run.”

You squinted, skeptical. “My father’s somewhat rash when it comes to dealing with other people, but he knows that meeting you would be like handing his life to the palms of his killer. He would either not agree or plan an escape.”

“Yes, but we still have an advantage.”

“What advantage?”

Taeyong grinned wryly. “A special asset.”

His vague response puzzled you, but you slapped your hand over your face and began to rub your temple. “I need a nap.”

Yuta sighed blithely. “It has been a long day.”

“And the next ones are going to be even longer,” Taeyong said stoically. You were already beginning to take a liking to him. He was good-natured, but knew exactly when to be serious and could turn on a dime. “Yuta, you may take her to your room for the evening. We’ll regroup in the morning and establish how to proceed.”

Everyone bid one another goodnight and Yuta led you back to the residency corridor. You passed a couple of men on your way towards his room, although the clear restriction of access within the area and unafraid glances they casted your direction suggested that they weren’t henchmen. They were Serpents.

“Are you okay?” Yuta asked when you flopped down on his bed. He snuggled beside you like a puppy and you smiled softly.

“I’m a lot of things right now,” you whispered somberly. “Not sure if okay is one of them.”

Glancing around his room was oddly comforting. Although it was dull-toned, it felt vibrant and full of life – pictures of him, his family, and friends adorned his nightstand and posters decorated his wall. It felt like Yuta. Not the strong wall he put up whenever he worked, but the Yuta who was utterly unafraid to be vulnerable.

“Mm,” he hummed in response, arms wrapped around your waist and his lips leaning into your ear. “Is there any way I can cheer you up?”

You drawled, “I can think of one.”

“So can I,” Yuta leaned over your face, lips just barely avoiding yours. “Care to enlighten me?”

Every inch of your body was aflame with anticipation. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, desperately wishing that he would stop teasing you and press them against yours.

“Yuta.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

Yuta grinned smugly then gave in, finally meeting your lips in a blissful kiss. Your hands reached for his long, auburn locks of hair, and you let his lips guide you to a brand new world, momentarily detaching yourself from reality.

And the night passed like that, with Yuta’s mouth on yours - and your body.

You strutted into the conference room brimming with energy. For the first time in what felt like ages, sleep came to you easy. One night with Yuta had relieved you of a week’s worth of stress.

That meant that you could focus on what was crucial, feeling nothing but passionate anger and determination. You were going to put an end to your decades of suffering - once and for all.

The table was nearly full when you and Yuta arrived. Taeyong took his rightful spot at the head of the table, Doyoung sat to his left, and a file box stole the spot on his right. The rest of the seats were occupied by Jaemin and faces you couldn’t put names to, but you recognized them as the pair you’d spotted in the halls yesterday.

You followed Yuta to the table, sandwiched directly between him and Jaemin.

“Are we late?” Yuta asked with a wry grin.

“No, the rest of us are simply early,” Taeyong deadpanned, then began, “Good morning everyone. I’m sure that you have all taken notice of the fresh face at the table, and I’m aware that some of you are also fresh faces to her. For that reason, I would like to ask you both to each do short introductions. Please try to be as brief as possible, thank you.”

The inner circle members you were unfamiliar with each gave their name and aliases. The pink-haired man across from you was The Boa, and his name was Haechan. Beside him was The Copperhead, a Mark Lee. They deliberately didn’t disclose their roles, you were smart enough to figure that out. The hacker and the treasurer.

When they concluded, Taeyong continued, “With that out of the way, I would like to clarify our next move. Last night, your father accepted our offer to meet. The terms of the agreement were that if he turned himself in we would, in return, give you back unharmed, though obviously he knows we’ll blow his brains the second we get a chance, and your father doesn’t exactly strike me as the type willing to go out without a bang.”

Doyoung added, “In other words, as long as he’s aware that it’s a trap he’s going to devise a plan in order to escape, and we have to be prepared for whatever adversities that may possibly surface.”

Taeyong nodded, then asked, “Any word from The Sphinx, Haechan?”

“You were right-on about this guy not wanting to go out without a bang, Boss. Literally. I got off the phone with The Sphinx this morning and he says her father’s sending his goons in then blowing the whole damn place up,” Haechan chirped back quickly.

Jaemin grinned wickedly. “Sounds like fun.”

“Sounds like a suicide mission,” Mark corrected, scowling.

“Yeah, well, it’s not. Sphinx made it clear the man has one goal in mind, and that’s getting him and his daughter out alive,” Haechan said matter-of-factly. You barely caught his gaze, it lasted a total of half one single second.

Your face scrunched up in confusion. Who the hell is The Sphinx?

Doyoung mused, “How does he plan on escaping? Is he familiar with any alternative routes? It’s our territory we’re meeting on. He has to know we have eyes everywhere out there.”

“But everyone will be distracted attempting to survive. We’re not going to let ourselves die trying to kill him,” Mark said thoughtfully. “It’s his men versus ours — there’s gonna be a bloodbath.”

That sent a shiver down your spine. You weren’t sure if you were visibly agitated, but Yuta immediately began to soothe you and rub your back with his palm. Maybe he could simply feel it. You glanced at him and smiled.

“Then I hope you’re all ready to die,” Taeyong drawled. “Or at least unafraid to get your hands bloody. We leave at six - be prepared.”

By the time that six had rolled around, you were already standing inside the building. It was off the map, clearly abandoned and repurposed into criminal territory.

In the time that it took for everyone else to prepare, you were already armored up and ready to play the role of the frightened abducted daughter, but there was something troubling you - questions. What if everything didn’t go according to plan? Or what if your father somehow managed to escape in the end?

He wasn’t dumb, he knew that the best time to run off with you was when everyone would be too caught up in surviving. It was every man for themself - kill or be killed.

Yuta came up from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. He nudged his chin on your shoulder. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just a little worried,” you admitted quietly. If he were anyone else you would have sucked it up, but Yuta had a way with effortlessly coaxing answers from you. That was what he did. “I don’t wanna go back. I’ve been more free in the past twenty-four hours than I have in the past twenty-two years of my life. I can’t go back.”

“And you won’t,” Yuta assured, cooing in your ear. “I’ll make sure of it, baby. We’ll catch him and you’ll never have to go back there again.”

You whispered, “Promise?”

Yuta whirled you around and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I swear with my life.”

“I should blow both of your brain’s.”

Startled, you jolted and turned to see Doyoung staring - glaring at you both. If looks could kill, you would be six feet under. You clung to Yuta’s side who snook an arm around your waist. Doyoung had an aura that could make you regret doing as much as looking at him wrong.

“Gather around. Taeyong wants to give the plan,” Doyoung commanded icily. Then he turned around and walked towards the team even quicker than he had came and delivered the message.

He was a force to be reckoned with.

Taking notice of the look on your face, Yuta merely chuckled and kissed you one last time to soothe you. “Baby, don’t mind Doyoung. Most people are scared of him because he’s stern and ruthless on the job, but otherwise he’s a pretty decent guy. He likes the reactions, I’m convinced he gets off on that shit - just don’t give him one and he’ll warm up.”

In response, you nodded. Yuta gave you the exact reaffirmation that you needed to do this. Whatever reluctance you had left was drained the second you reminded yourself of all the terrible things your father had done to your family. You wanted him to pay. “Let’s go,” you said, gesturing towards the team. There was only one thing on your mind and that was vengeance.

Taeyong spoke when everyone finally gathered around the table, “Before Empire and their leader get here, I want to address exactly what the fuck is gonna happen. As we confirmed earlier, he’s blowing the place up. Jaemin is going to locate and defuse the bomb with the assistance of The Sphinx. Yuta, you stand with her by the back door and get her the fuck out of here the second anything goes wrong,” he said assertively. “And trust me, shit is gonna go wrong. Any objections?”

Jaemin raised his hand.

“Jaemin, if it’s some bullshit, I’ll kill you.”

He put his hand back down and you muffled a snicker.

Everyone got into place. You, Jaemin, and Yuta waited by the back door for immediate escape once it was time. Doyoung and Taeyong stood bravely behind the table. The rest of the team weren’t present - they waited outdoors ensuring the getaway cars were ready.

And The Sphinx. You had no idea who he was, but you were practically afraid to ask.

When the front doors opened, you sucked in an audibly deep breath. Two brawny men brought your father inside and kneeled him before the table, but his eyes were searching for you. When he found you, you could see anger in them.

Wishing you could hold Yuta’s hand, you sighed. It was too risk under the circumstances. Then, you remembered the necklace around your throat and held it for good luck. This is for you, Mom.

Taeyong greeted, “Hello, uncle.”

Your father scowled. “We are in no relation for you to call me that.”

“Really? Because I think you knew my aunt very well,” Taeyong furrowed his brows mockingly.

Although your father was clearly bristling with anger, he said nothing and decided to change the topic. “Give me back my daughter.”

“Why?” Taeyong tilted his head. He was playing a dangerous game, but he knew that he would be the winner. “So that you can neglect and abuse her like you did my aunt? You know what the rules were; you present yourself to us and we would return your daughter back home safely.”

“I did nothing to your aunt!” your father shouted and you nearly flinched.

“Oh, yeah? Doyoung, bring me the diary.”

Your father’s eyes widened, anger still present on his face, and you could tell the same question was playing in his head. What diary?

Doyoung handed Taeyong a book and he flipped hastily through the pages. “Hm, which one should I read…,” he pretended to muse. “Oh, this one looks interesting. ‘December 20th, 1999. Today, for the first time, I was scared for my life of the man I had never feared and who had vowed to never hurt me. I told him we were having a baby girl today. He threw a knife at me. It missed me just barely, but I was frightened to tears. I couldn’t even move until he began trudging towards me, and then I ran for my life and my baby girl’s. I knew he wanted a boy, but I never expected him to behave so hazardously.’ Remember that?”

As those words left his mouth, you could visualize every sentence. You had partially lived the experience. You clenched your fists - there was no more sadness in your body, only white-hot rage. The same behaviors he had held around your mother, he had begun to unleash onto you and you couldn’t even begin to imagine everything that she’d gone through.

“No,” your father answered through gritted teeth.

Liar. He was a lying piece of shit.

“Then, let me refresh your memory some more. This was the day that you murdered her…”

Your father interjected, “I murdered no one!”

“‘July 6th, 2000. He’s going to kill me. I know he is. There’s nothing I can do now besides pray that he takes care of our sweet baby girl and that someone finds this. I want her to read this and know exactly how much I love her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. I pray she finds someone to love her as much as I do. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.’”

You burst into angry tears. You were mad and this was being too drawn out - someone needed to put a bullet through his head.

“Stop,” he said, looking at your teary eyes and knowing he had blown all chances of preserving your trust in him.

“No. Your daughter deserves to know what you’ve taken away from her. You’ve deceived her enough. Doyoung, the hard copy, please.”

Doyoung swiftly passed him what you could tell from a distance were printouts. Taeyong continued, “In my hand is a hard copy of payment transactions you’ve made that date back all the way to 2000, just around the time my aunt passed away, until roughly seven years ago when the trail went cold. Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine dollars was withdrawn from your account twice every month over the course of fifteen years.”

Your dad glared. “Your point?”

“At first I thought maybe you resorted to killing them after they got uncooperative, or maybe you finally decided to get smart and pay them in cash,” Taeyong said, taking short strides as he paced back and forth behind the table. “Though with the help of my technology specialist I was able to determine the identities of the people you were sending money to - Shon Seungwan and Bae Joohyun. Do those names ring a bell?”

Your father said nothing, but you could see it all on his face. He was familiar with those names, and so were you.

“They were some of your maids until 2015 when they were replaced, and the database states that very same year as their date of death,” Taeyong smiled grimly. “Here’s my theory. Those women were witnesses or forced accomplices to the murder of my aunt and thus you bought their silence. But fifteen years later, something changed. You didn’t care that you were leaving a trail. No, you couldn’t give less of a damn. You cared about the money. It would have been more convenient for you to simply kill them than continue paying them, am I right?”

Your dad didn’t answer. Instead, he threatened, “My team will be here any moment now. They’ll kill you and your circle. Every single last one of you!”

Taeyong snickered. “Oh, you really have no idea.”

“What, about Nakamoto? Of course I know he’s a snake. I knew that the second your team ambushed us!”

Something overprotective washed over you when he mentioned Yuta, but you fought the urge to make any movements. If you did, you might have abruptly ended Taeyong’s verbal torture.

“Exactly. Can’t you see? We’re always a step ahead. We always have a plan. And this one,” Taeyong grabbed his gun off of the table, grinning to himself. “This one you’ll never see coming.”

“What does that mean?” Your father asked, angrily confused. He raised his voice, “What does that mean!”

Suddenly, the front doors burst open, and the person shouted, “Surprise!”

It was Ten.

The gears in your head started to turn and everything clicked into place. We are your shadow. It meant that they were following your father wherever he went - because they were always there. Yuta was The Viper.

And Ten was The Sphinx. 

Your father spluttered, “What’s going on?”

“Sometimes the things you try your hardest to find are hiding right in plain sight,” Ten sang with a wicked smile.

The sound of a loud, piercing gunshot from the hallways followed by several more directed the attention off of Ten, then all of a sudden the doors burst open and all hell broke loose.

Yuta gripped your arm quickly and urged you outside the door, “Let’s go.”

Jaemin and Ten left right behind you, but they turned on a different hall, most likely heading in what you could have only assumed was the direction of the bomb. Meanwhile, Yuta was trying to quickly yet carefully lead you out of the building. You didn’t just need to evacuate the building - you needed to be far away from it.

Yuta poked his head around the corner of the halls then quickly moved it back in and groaned, “Fuck, they’re everywhere. We’ll be outnumbered.”

Hearing footsteps, you tugged his arm and pulled him inside the room nearby. “In here.”

Quickly he closed the door behind himself and you pulled him away from it. It would have taken nothing for a bullet to fly through the wood and into his skin, and the last thing you needed was another dead loved one.

There was too much happening all at once and you wished someone would have put a bullet through your father’s head while they had a clear shot. As long as he was out there, he was going to look for you. And so was his team and the henchmen they’d brought along, and they’d stop at nothing at all to bring you back.

That meant if getting Yuta’s blood on their hands was what it took, they would do it. And that was too big a risk for you.

“God dammit,” you sighed, hearing bullets flying endlessly outside in the halls. “This is a fucking shoot-out and I know he’s got them covering all of the floors. How do we get out?”

“We have to use extreme caution. It’s not safe to camp around here for too long. Unless we wanna get blown up by that goddamn bomb or have the roof collapse in on us, inevitably we’ll have to go down floor by floor,” Yuta whispered. But you both were on the third floor.

You tried to think of any other options, but he was right. There were windows, but they were too high above the ground to jump from here. Not even a miracle could help you survive the fall.

You frowned. “You’re right. Let’s at least try to reach the second floor, then we can ease down to the first floor.”

Yuta agreed and drew his gun before he opened the door back up. You followed behind him, your own gun raised and making sure to keep a third eye on your surroundings behind you. A sudden ambush was always possible.

The floor was quieter than it was initially and the silence kept you on your toes. It was more frightening than the constant sounds of guns firing. At least when people were shooting you were aware of their presence - anyone could have been sneaking around and you’d have no clue if they were stealthy enough.

It became clear why the floor had grown silent the more you roamed around. There was blatant evidence of a bloodbath lying everywhere - an ungodly amount of bodies sprawled out on the floor and blood painting anything and everything it could reach. You grimaced when your eyes met a pile of corpses. This was the aftermath, and you hoped the team wasn’t involved.

Yuta winced. “This place is gonna reek.”

“They’re going to be cremated,” you mused.

Yuta snorted.

When you finally reached the second floor, you could hear the action a staircase away. There was still no sight of your father or his inner circle, a good thing, although you were still worried. You dreaded a surprise encounter.

One of your father’s henchmen aimed at Yuta before he could even come completely down the stairway. Rather than you having complete control over your body and actions, your next move felt almost instinctive - you had a clear shot and pulled the trigger without a second thought. You’d be damned if you let anyone take him away from you, especially dead in your face.

For a second Yuta seemed shocked, but it was gone in a blink and he sported a proud smile. He praised, “Atta girl.”

It didn’t terrify you that you felt no remorse. That was how deep your love for him went - you’d kill for him, over and over again. And in return, there was no doubt in your bones that he’d do the same for you.

That was your first body.

You knew exactly who you wanted to be your last.

“Yuta!”

You and Yuta both turned when you heard someone call his name. Ten quickly came into vision, gesturing with his hands for you to follow him as swiftly as possible. He led you both to a room and shut the door. There was something wrong. You could see it on his face.

Yuta raised his eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did Jaemin defuse the bomb?”

“Shh, listen to me. He’s working on it, but that’s not why I called you,” Ten said, then went on to explain, “Taeyong got shot…,”

You interjected with wide eyes, “Taeyong got shot?”

Ten shushed you with a single finger to his lip. “If you’d let me finish, Taeyong got shot in the arm. He’s okay for now but he’s losing blood and Yuta, you’re the only one with medical training. You get what I’m trying to say?”

Yuta nodded, holding back a sigh. “Yeah, I got it. But I can’t leave her alone. I won’t.”

“She won’t be alone,” Ten assured. “She’ll be with me.”

Yuta looked at you hard, searching your eyes for any fear. In the same way, you stared deeply into his eyes and saw nothing but gentle care and passionate adoration. He placed both hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay with this?”

For a split second you considered telling him not to worry about you, but you knew that that wouldn’t have satisfied him. Instead, you nodded and said sweetly, “Ten’s here, I’ll be okay. Go help out your boss, Doc.”

Yuta smiled. You noted to yourself to interrogate him on his medical expertise, but now wasn’t the time nor the place. 

Before he left, you leaned up on the tip of your toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “For good luck.”

“Okay, yuck. I’m all for sappy romance but we’re all literally about to die,” Ten grimaced.

You rolled your eyes and sent Yuta off after a long moment of convincing him that you would be okay. He was painfully reluctant, but finally left after Ten gave him directions and promised he’d come back for you.

When he left, you stared dead at Ten, and he felt as though your eyes were accusingly pointing fingers at him.

For the sake of survival, you whisper-yelled, “Who the hell are you, Ten? Is that even your name?”

Ah, that’s what this is about, he thought.

Ten smirked. “It’s one of them. Why do you think they call me The Sphinx?”

You mulled his question over. The Sphinx, completely unrelated to snakes as far as you were aware. Head of human, body of a lion, wings of a falcon. Then it clicked. It represented his several identities.

“Shit, Ten,” you shook your head. “That’s fucking wild. I’m not even going to ask how the hell you managed to pull this shit off.”

“Good, because frankly we don’t have enough time for storytelling. Let’s get the fuck outta here,” he said, and with both of your guns cocked and raised you followed him into the halls.

Same as before, it was eerily silent. All you could hear from this floor was the sound of your heartbeat thudding against your chest. Faint sounds of gunshots came from lower and upper floors but they were too subdued to be anything less than distant.

Only this time, there were less bodies and you were growing suspicious. There was too many people and too much active gunfire for there to be such little leftover.

“Someone’s here,” you whispered to Ten.

Ten nodded in acknowledgment. It was clear on his face he had come to the same conclusion. He gestured with his finger for you to trail behind him onto a different hallway.

“How much longer until the bomb blows?”

“Forty minutes when Jaemin and I got to it. That was,” Ten checked his watch, “eleven minutes ago.”

You had twenty-nine minutes to get out of that building alive.

All of a sudden, you heard a gun fire and knew it wasn’t yours nor Ten’s - because the bullet landed right next to him. Ten turned around promptly and shot in the direction of the fire-er, gunning down one of two Empire henchmen. In a split second you pulled your trigger and the other crashed down to the floor consecutively.

“Fuck, they know,” Ten groaned. He thought for a moment he could get you out safely if they assumed he was still faithful to the gang, though there was no way in hell that they’d attempt to shoot him if that were the case.

“Words spread quickly, huh?”

“Too goddamn quickly.”

What came next happened even faster. The door behind Ten suddenly opened and a hand reached out to grab him by the collar, yanking him inside the room. He yelled and you heard his gun crash to the ground and go off consequently. Your eyes went wide and gun in hand, you rushed inside to rescue him. What you saw made you nauseous.

Not a body, at least not a dead one. It was your father - and he had Ten on his knees execution-style, a gun pointed to his head.

He smiled and mocked, “Surprise.”

“Put the gun down and step away from him,” you ordered, aiming your gun dead at your father. You stood boldly with no fear and spoke with no tremble in your voice. Cold and clipped. 

He quickly retaliated, “Try and shoot me and I’ll take him with me.”

In spite of your father’s threat, Ten remained composed and held a stoic face. It was what you admired most about him - his ability to cling towards a calm attitude when presented with difficult circumstances. But with his life practically being in your hands, you wondered if it was all a facade and if inside he consisted of all the same storms of emotions as you - and most prominent of them all was the roaring fear and dread of the outcome.

Yet the moment you realized that your father had probably come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t making it out alive and instead became intent on dragging everyone else to the grave with him, you immediately began to understand what your options were – and you weren’t going to back down. You had to get him distracted.

You lowered your gun. “Okay.”

Your father arched an eyebrow, as though he hadn’t expected you to comply - at least not easily. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded meekly. “I’m picking my battles wisely. I’m your daughter, I know how powerful you are, Dad. You probably planned this perfectly and have more men waiting in the halls for backup. I don’t have any other choice.”

He chuckled. “Smart girl.”

“But to beg,” you added, ignoring how bitter your words tasted on your tongue. If you wanted Ten alive, you had no other options but to play the role that you were assigned. “Please don’t kill him, Daddy. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Darling, have you forgotten? He’s a snake. He’s dead to us now. That bullshit from earlier was a goddamn scheme to get you to do their dirty work for them - they kidnapped you, held you hostage, they lied straight to your face,” your father said.

You bristled inwardly, You’re no better. If it weren’t for the sake of your act you would have given him a piece of your mind, but you knew he would look for cracks in your facade. And you would offer him no such thing.

He continued, “They’re still not trustworthy. Yuta tricked you. Ten tricked you. They tricked both of us. This is about you just as much as it is me - you said that, right?”

Whatever ounce of sympathy that you could have felt for your father would have dissipated in that moment if you had anymore to spare. You knew that he was ego-driven, but using those words to attempt to manipulate you was an unimaginable kind of low.

Tears began to well from your eyes, but they weren’t the ones of sadness you figured he had perceived them to be - they were angry. They were furious and vengeful.

You sniffled and played along, “Yeah. I did. But you were right. I should have listened to you from the beginning.”

“It’s okay, dear,” he smiled, ever so menacingly. “All you got to do is come back home. I’ve already won. I’m going to teach them a lesson by letting them burn to ashes. They won’t…”

Just as he spoke, Ten interjected with his palms and reached above his head to point your father’s arms in another direction. Then, he skillfully snatched the weapon from his hands and disarmed it, leapt up and made a run for it.

By the time your father made a move to react, he was too late. Ten was agile and had already charged halfway across the large room. Meanwhile you had lined the gun up perfectly with his chest, ready to fire.

“Careful,” you warned tauntingly. “That ego of yours is gonna get you killed.”

For half a second, your father simply stared at you. Then, he burst into laughter as if you had cracked some joke. “Please. You don’t have it in you, and if you did, you would have done it by now. You can’t kill me.”

The doors burst open and your head whirled around instantly, and a figure emerged from the hallways. “But I can.”

Taeyong. The King Cobra.

He aimed his gun directly at your father’s head, face still and bold. “And I will.”

Taeyong’s non-dominant arm was wrapped with the fabric of what you could clearly tell was someone’s shirt, you figured to stop the blood loss. He was strong, you had to give him that. He was wounded by a bullet and still stood there as if he had nothing to lose. 

Jaemin came up from behind him, also armed. He sported a smile even more menacing than your father’s. “This is our game, Emperor. We win, you lose. That’s how this shit goes.”

Your father looked around and you could see it in his eyes as he realized there was not one, but three guns being pointed in his direction, that he began to accept defeat. He began to laugh, almost hysterically.

“Fine, you win. Kill me,” he grinned and raised his hands in a surrender. “But I also have a plan, and you’ll also never see it comi—”

The sound of several gunshots echoed throughout the room and made your ears feel as if they could bleed.

The nauseating sight of your father’s corpse laid only feet before you, and you didn’t need to turn around to know that it could have only been Taeyong that pulled the trigger. He stared coldly for a moment, gaze hard and unfaltering. Then, he turned around and headed out the doors.

“Damn,” Jaemin grinned. “Guess he really did go out with a bang.”

Your eyes were trained to the scene in front of you, but you could practically hear Ten roll his eyes as he said, “Not the time, Jaemin.”

Jaemin merely laughed and tailed behind Taeyong, mentioning something about the bomb being taken care of and that it was time to leave, but you were frozen in place. A foreign feeling had washed over you and you couldn’t identify what it was.

Ten walked to your side and patted your back. “Hey, he’s gone. He’s dead.” 

Dead. As in gone and he wasn’t coming back. That was when you could feel the invisible weight fly from your shoulders, the ease settle in your body, and you finally realized what that feeling was. It wasn’t shock, it wasn’t grief, it wasn’t pain nor sorrow - it was relief.

He couldn’t hurt you anymore.

You nodded. It was over. After twenty-two years, you were finally free. So was your mom. You began to clutch your necklace, but your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you noticed that it wasn’t around your neck. Then, you looked around and noticed it wasn’t on the floor.

Ten gave you a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

“My necklace,” you fretted, “It’s not…,”

Ten raised his finger to his lip and glanced around the room concentratedly. You blinked in confusion but said nothing else.

“You hear that?” he asked.

Your lips parted to say no, but then you finally heard it - ticking. But there was no clock in the room and Ten’s watch made no noise. You watched as Ten crouched down to your father’s corpse and grabbed the switchblade from his holster. He walked towards the opposite end of the room and before you could ask what he was doing, he began to tear up the floorboard.

When he finally pulled away the plywood, you saw something red flickering in his widened eyes.

There was another bomb.

“Go,” Ten ordered, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. “Turn right, head down the hall and there’s a staircase. Run and don’t fucking stop until you’re in one of the cars.”

You wanted to hesitate, but the look Ten shot you then was commanding. You did as he said and began to run down the hallway, feet smashing against the floor nearly as fast as your heart raced inside your chest.

The last words of your father began to replay in your head like a mantra, But I also have a plan, and you’ll also never see it comi— then he was cut off by a gunshot. Realization dawned upon you quickly. He was talking about the bomb and you had completely missed it. That explained why he gave in the way that he did.

You began to wonder where everyone was. Mark and Haechan were safe in the car, but had Jaemin and Taeyong made it there safely? And where was Doyoung? Then you realized you hadn’t heard from Yuta since he left to help Taeyong.

But Taeyong was bandaged-up and with you only moments ago. That meant Yuta could have been anywhere.

Tears began to well from your eyes and emotion consumed your body. With no indication that he was even still inside you didn’t stop running, but you prayed that he would be waiting for you when you came outside. You prayed that he was somewhere safe. You had no idea what you would do with yourself if something happened to him.

You sprinted down the steps and at the end of the staircase was a door. Quickly you pulled it open and saw the cars come into vision, parked far away from the building to avoid being directly impacted. When you finally reached one, the back door slammed open and Taeyong urged you in the backseat.

“Where’s Yuta?” you asked, panic clear as day on your face. You scanned the entire vehicle, he wasn’t there. There was another car, but you couldn’t tell who all was inside. You raised your voice, “Has anyone seen Yuta!”

Taeyong replied calmly, “No. He’s still inside somewhere. We’re waiting for him, Doyoung and Ten.”

“What? We have to find him!” you cried.

“We don’t have time,” Taeyong told you, shaking his head. “That thing’s gonna blow any moment now and we have to get out of here ourselves:”

Jaemin put down his phone after ending a call you were too panicked to even notice he was on. “Yeah, it’s time. Sphinx just told us to go. We’ve got three minutes.”

“Where is he?” Taeyong asked.

“Escaped out the other end. Said he doesn’t have enough time to make it to the cars.”

Haechan rolled down the window and made a signal to Mark, who was in the driver’s seat of the opposite car. Then you felt the car jerk to life and began to move.

After you made distance on the road, you heard a loud sound roaring through the air. When you looked at the window, the sight made you nauseous. There was smoke rising heavily in the air and the building was engulfed in flames, beginning to collapse in on itself.

You were hysterical. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you wanted to scream, but no sound would come from your mouth. Your lungs began to feel hollow and your body shook with fear. There was no way that this was happening. It couldn’t be. Yuta couldn’t be dead. He promised you that he wouldn’t leave you.

Taeyong wrapped his good arm around you and pulled you into his chest, letting you sob onto him. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You knew he was only telling you that to placate you. It wasn’t okay. Nothing was going to be okay until you knew Yuta was safe and sound - until he was in your arms and you could feel his warmth on your body again. You were regretting separating from him. At least if he was going to die, then you wanted to go with him. And if he really was gone, you would go with him.

Death scared you not. If that was what it took to be with the love of your life, so be it.

The ride back to their headquarters was long and silent save for your sniffling. Taeyong had offered to take you back to Yuta’s room when you got there, but you vehemently refused. Everything in Yuta’s room screamed Yuta - you would have been too overwhelmed, and only God knew what would have happened to you then.

Hours passed. The Serpents managed to get in contact with Doyoung and Ten, but nothing from Yuta. And they hadn’t seen him, either.

Eventually Jaemin walked up to you, but with no humorous look in his eyes. That made your stomach wrench. You prayed to God he wasn’t there to deliver you any bad news.

“You’ve got to come lie down in my room,” he simply said, and before you could object he added, “Cobra’s orders. He wants you to get some rest.”

With a sigh, you followed Jaemin to his bedroom and eventually lied down. You stared awake for a while, doubtful you’d get even a minute of sleep considering the circumstances, but you were goddamn exhausted of everything and today had worn you out past your limit. Your body gave in against your will and you fell asleep shortly.

When you woke up, you quickly realized that you weren’t in Jaemin’s room - his blinds were drawn and curtains were thick and dark. The room you were in was lit with the morning sun.

Then, you tried to turn in the bed to shelter yourself from the sunlight but quickly noticed that someone’s hands were around your waist and preventing you from moving. That was when you realized you weren’t alone and looked towards your side.

Auburn hair, intricate tattoos, and a jewelry-adorned ear.

You shrieked, “Yuta!”

He groaned and rolled over. He grumbled groggily, “It’s not Yuta, it’s a ghost.”

“That’s not funny!” you yelled and shoved him. Relief washed over you then as you recalled the previous day’s events. There were no words to describe how terrified you were.

With a yawn, Yuta finally sat up and outstretched his arms, and you immediately crashed into them. You almost thought that you were dreaming, but his touch was too warm to not be real. Then once you felt his skin and realized he was real and wasn’t going to slip away, you burst into tears.

“I thought I lost you,” you whimpered, holding him dangerously tight, and in return he did the same to you.

Yuta squeezed you hard and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He wiped your tears from your face with his thumb and said in his deepened morning voice, “I told you, I’ll never ever leave you. That’s a promise, baby.”

You let out a relieved breath. This was it. Everything was complete. You had everything that you could have ever wanted and you weren’t asking for much.

“How’d you even get out of there alive?”

“Strong will and determination,” Yuta drawled with a smile. “There was something I knew I had to do even if it killed me. I think this belongs to you.”

Yuta pulled open the drawer to his nightstand and reached to grab something, then he dropped it in your palm. You stared down into your hand and gawked when you realized what it was.

Your mother’s necklace.

He picked up the jewelry and began to place it around your neck. “Saw it when I came back after helping Taeyong and figured you must’ve dropped it by mistake. I knew how much it means to you and grabbed it. Ran into some of your dad’s goons and it slowed me down, but what matters is that I’m still alive to tell the story.”

He risked his life for your happiness. You wanted to be mad at him for doing such a foolish thing, but you just couldn’t. You knew exactly why he did it and you would have done the same thing for him if you were in his place.

Feeling your eyes water, you leaned into him and said like it would be your last time you were able to, “I love you.”

Yuta didn’t hesitate. “I love you, too.”

You bit your lip, sensing what you wanted to say wasn’t entirely conveyed. Then, you added, “That’s not all. I’m in love with you and I’m sick and tired of having to hide it. I wanna hold your hand wherever we go and kiss you whenever I feel like it. I wanna fall asleep in the same bed as you every night and wake up by your side every morning. I don’t wanna hide us anymore. I don’t wanna be a secret anymore, Yuta.”

“Look at me,” Yuta said, meeting your eyes. He stared at you like you hung up every star in the sky. “You’re not a secret, baby. Not here. Why do you think the guys don’t say anything? I made it clear a long time ago that I won’t take any bullshit because I’m in fucking love with you, baby. I wanna scream it from the rooftops. You’re the love of my life and I don’t care who knows.” 

That was everything you needed to hear and more. Starting today your life was going to change - and for the better. There were no more rules. You got to play the game the way your heart had simply desired.

“I want you…,” Yuta began and licked his lips. He paused to pin you down to the mattress and press a teasing kiss to your lips. “To be mine.”

You stared at his lips and replied, “Then I’m all yours.”

Yuta casted a smug look and finally - after what felt like decades of teasing - gave in to his temptation and kissed you. His mouth moved passionately against yours and you could taste the fervor on his tongue. Just like that he had you, like a fish caught in a net. The control Yuta had over you wasn’t by choice - your body simply just couldn’t say no, it was responsive to his every touch and unable to resist it’s own temptation.

One thing led to another, and you quickly realized it would be a long while before you and Yuta finally started your day. 

Hours later, you both were eventually forced to crawl out of bed and brace yourself for the day ahead. You had business to complete - business that didn’t involve each other. Plenty of change had occurred in the past couple of days and you were still in the stage of figuring out what was the next step. That was how you found yourself back in your cousin’s office, this time with Ten by your side and Renjun on speakerphone.

Alliance between Empire and The Serpents was still brewing and a work in progress, but Ten had explained the situation to the inner circle and thankfully, they took it well. Now you had to figure out what was to become of the gang.

“So, what happens to the gang?” you asked.

Taeyong leaned back in his chair. “Well, since you’re the sole heir, you would be next in the line of succession.”

You were aware, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for such a major leap. The underworld was your playground but you weren’t prepared to reign - not yet anyways. Freedom had only now been bestowed upon you. You wanted to enjoy it before you were bound down by responsibilities and your blood obligations.

Ten added, “But considering the circumstances, we understand if you’re not ready. Hence why I spoke with Renjun, and he’s agreed to be your second string. At least until you decide that you’re ready.”

“It’s the best option,” Renjun cut in from the other line. “I’ve been in your father’s shadow for years now. I know the score. If there’s anybody suitable to play substitute, it’s me.”

With Renjun being the right-hand man, you couldn’t deny anything he was saying. Not only had he seen most of your father’s dirty work up close, you were certain he had participated in some of it. But even Renjun was clueless as to everything your father had been hiding and that was why you trusted him to fulfill the role.

Taeyong nodded in agreement then glanced up at you and asked, “Are you okay with that?”

“Fine by me,” you shrugged. You couldn’t think of anyone better.

“Then, it’s settled,” Taeyong gave a faint smile. “Huang will temporarily take your place while you wind down for a bit.”

The four of you discussed a couple more things before the conversation ended and Renjun went on to spread the word. Everything was finally sailing smoothly, but a sudden question resurfaced in your head.

“Okay, but I have a question for Ten.”

The man in question feigned annoyance. “Oh, here goes the meddling snoop. Don’t think Yuta didn’t tell me about your eavesdropping, Miss Busybody.”

Your face warmed up when you realized what he was referring to, but you didn’t back down and shot, “How are you a Serpent? I thought you guys only had six members. And your name has nothing to do with snakes.”

“I thought you pieced together why they call me The Sphinx,” Ten said with a grin. “Head of human, body of a lion…,”

“Wings of a falcon, yes I know that, Ten,” you interjected and rolled your eyes.

He continued, “Then, you should know it means I’m multifaceted. In every sense of the word.”

“So, you’re a two-timing snake with commitment issues.”

“He blows hot and cold. This is the longest I’ve been able to get him to stay,” Taeyong drawled with an amused expression on his face.

Ten rolled his eyes. “I’m my own person before I’m tied down to any organization. I operate on my own. I can operate with a gang. Taeyong knows that if he needs me, he can call. Same goes to you.”

You and Taeyong bobbed your heads. You were almost satisfied. And when you left the room a couple minutes later, you knew that there was just one more thing that you needed to do.

You found Yuta in his own office just down the hall from where you were and made a mental note to get him to show you around whenever he got the chance. The headquarters were large and you only barely knew how to get from the residency corridor to the office hallway.

Peaking your head inside, you noticed him look at you when the door creaked open. He smiled when he realized it was you and gestured for you to come in. Instead of taking a seat in the spot across from his desk, you walked up to him and made his lap your personal chair, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

He brushed your hair aside, leaning in your ear and asked, “May I help you?”

Your heart felt faint but you tried not to show it, though you knew that there was nothing you could keep from him. “Yes, actually,” you replied and added vaguely, “I want you to do something for me.”

“I would die for you,” Yuta breathed out. He was staring at you with a fascinated gleam in his eyes, the one that made you feel like a goddess.

You shook your head and purred, “Live for me.”

Yuta smiled. His grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly and he replied finally, “I can do that. But I know that’s not what you came here for. What do you really want, princess?”

“I want…,” you pretended to muse, looking up in the sky thoughtfully, “you to take me out on a date.”

“Right now?”

“Right now. I don’t care where. It doesn’t have to be fancy. We can go any goddamn where.”

Yuta was surprised and blinked for a moment, but he quickly broke into a broad smile. “I can do that, too,” he said and rummaged through his drawer for his keys. Then, he put you on the ground and rose up. “Let’s blow this joint, baby girl.”

He intertwined his fingers into yours and walked you into the hallway.

“On the way there, you can finally tell me the story of how Nakamoto Yuta of all people got extensive medical training,” you playfully suggested.

Yuta shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s a long story that involves politicians and Dubai and you’re gonna wanna sit down for it.”

Confused and dangerously intrigued, you raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Yuta would tell you in due time. Right now, you focused on what was happening. The love of your life was holding your hand and taking you out on a date, something you could have only dreamed of. You were living a life of no rules, no conformity. Just you and the man that you loved most.

Your free hand clutched your necklace in your palm and you thought about your mother. She was watching you and always there with you in spirit. You remembered her last wishes - she wanted you to find someone that loved you just as much as she did.

I did, Mom. I did, you thought, smiling. And you would have loved him, too.

🔍︎ — yuuta okkotsu ✰ fem!reader

♯ — falling asleep on yuuta's back.

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff (pinch of intimacy offerings).

ⅲ — i love yuuta. please enjoy!

the frequent footsteps growing closer to you shook you out of your reading pace. you look behind you to see yuuta's pretty face gazing at you, with a smile plastering his face. you couldn't help but smile also, he looked so damn adorable. 

"good morning, dandelion." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you hummed at the pet name. "what are you doing up so early?" 

your eyes widened as you looked at the clock placed directly to the left of you. a chuckle left your throat, "reading. couldn't sleep." yuuta's facial expression changed. he didn't like it when you couldn't get enough sleep. 

"want me to help you? we can snuggle while watching a movie. or . . ." as he paused on his sentence he moved his eye to wink twice. you covered your face up with the book, embarrassed at what stunt he just pulled. "yuuta, you horny bastard." he giggled at the title you gave him. 

"we could go to this flower field i found yesterday." he said, pulling out his phone and showing you pictures of the amazing view he saw yesterday. your eyes grew wide as you smiled at each and one of the photos. "wow, where were you yesterday?" you questioned, wondering how he came upon this creation by god. "just happened to stumble upon it." 

you stood up from the couch as you quickly rushed upstairs to get changed into some warm attire to go visit the creation. yuuta was surprised at how you got ready at such speed. 

"ready?" he questioned, intertwining his hand within yours. you nodded as you two began to walk to the destination where the field was located. 

it was a long walk—tiring at most—but yuuta's warm embrace kept you awake, aware that he was always there with you comforting you through the way. 

the sun was setting when you guys were nearly there. you complained about your feet—mostly your heels—so yuuta carried you the whole way. 

he felt you almost fall asleep on his back while attempting to keep yourself up. he felt you slither your hands farther across his neck for more support. he felt the kisses you would leave on his cheek here and there, and occasionally some left on his neck. until you slumped over, unconscious on his back. 

he looked back to see if you were okay, worried about the position and lack of response you were in. worried covered yuuta's face as he set you gently on the concrete. 

"hey," he said, gently brushing the excess hair out of your face and tapping your cheek to get a signal. "you still with me?" 

you murmured, brushing his hand away from your face in your sleepy state. yuuta smiled at your little action and lifted you back on his back. "well sleepy head, let's head back home. yeah?" he asked, not expecting an answer. instead, he received a gentle—slightly agitated—grumble from you. 

yuuta smiled at you. he smiled at everything you do. you just make him so happy. you make him fall in love with you again and again. you just make him so happy.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

A Spoonful of Sugar

Pairing: Baker!Yuta x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and absolute silliness

Word Count: 1717

In hindsight, you should have looked up your alternate route to work before just randomly picking one. But then again, how were you supposed to know that the new route would also have a bakery? Trying to curb your addiction to baked goods was going to be more difficult than expected. 

However, you would not be true to yourself if you didn’t at least have a quick peek at this new discovery. If therapy taught you anything, it was to follow your passions. And this morning, your passion just so happened to be whatever that delightful smell was.

So, you pushed open the glass door and made your way inside the warmth of the shop. Immediately, your senses were delighted with the smells of baking bread and freshly brewed coffee. In front of you stood a small, but packed display counter full of muffins, breads, pastries, and all manner of sweets. 

The menu behind the counter was handwritten a little messily, but still readable as you poured over the coffee and tea options. Oh, this was both a brilliant idea and an absolute mistake. There was no way you weren’t leaving without at least a blueberry muffin and a cappuccino to go. 

“Can I get you anything?” A voice jerked you out of your daydream of how wonderful a muffin sounded right about now. You looked over to the cash register where the most handsome man you’d ever seen was giving you a cheerful smile. 

He was also the last man you’d expect to be working at a cute little bakery had you encountered him on the street. His dyed red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, revealing his dark brown roots. His ears were covered in earrings, and you spied several tattoos visible where he’d rolled up his sleeves. His clothes were dark and artfully ripped, a striking contrast to the pastel yellow walls around him, and the floral apron he wore. 

Oh, you were staring. Oops. You cleared your throat. “Um, yes! I’d like, uh, a blueberry muffin and…” you trailed off, eyes back on the drink menu. 

“If you like tea, the green tea latte is a personal favorite of mine,” the man said. “And I promise it’s not just because it’s my specialty.” 

Did he just wink at you? He definitely just winked at you. You coughed and mumbled, “Sure, I’ll try that.” 

The man grinned. He packaged your muffin and drink for you, rang you up at the register, and waved as you left the store with a, “Thanks! Please come again!” 

You were in such a daze the rest of your walk to work that you nearly walked right past the office building. Hoping none of your coworkers saw you, you waddled back to the building, flashing your badge at the security officer, saying, “Morning, Steve.” 

He wished you a good morning too, and you joined the throngs of people dressed in their best work clothes waiting for the elevator. Finally remembering you spent money, you took a sip of the green tea latte and had to stop yourself from exclaiming out loud. It was good! Normally, this type of drink wouldn’t be up your alley, but this one was delightful. You couldn’t wait to try the muffin. 

Once at your desk, you unwrapped the muffin and sighed happily as you breathed in the sweet smell. It only took one bite for you to decide you would definitely be going back to this bakery. The muffin was incredible, and somehow paired perfectly with the green tea latte. Maybe Mondays weren’t so terrible after all. 

The next morning dawned cold and rainy. The perfect morning for a piping hot coffee and a warm pastry, you mused. Naturally, despite the horrid weather, you found yourself walking to the bakery once again. 

And once again, you were greeted with the cheerful smile of the handsome worker, his hair once again pulled back in a messy ponytail. You couldn’t help smiling back with a shy wave. 

“Same thing as yesterday?” he asked, leaning on the counter. 

You shook your head. “I want to try something new. But thank you for the tea recommendation yesterday. You were right, it was amazing!” 

The man beamed. “You won’t find a better one anywhere! They’re a Yuta exclusive,” he said with a wink. 

You turned your head away just in case you were blushing. Couldn’t have him seeing that. But still, you were pleased. He told you his name. Yuta. 

All throughout your meetings, your mind drifted to Yuta. Even long after you’d finished your coffee and strawberry pastry, you heard his voice in the back of your mind. 

This worried you. After all, you had a career to focus on! Drifting away to thoughts of some pretty man who happened to know how to bake during important meetings was not like you in the slightest. You prided yourself on your impeccable work ethic, always striving for perfection, sometimes to the point of near exhaustion. But thanks to you, your department flourished. And for your efforts, the bonuses came frequently. You couldn’t complain. 

And yet, there you were, drifting into Yuta’s bakery every single morning. And every single morning he greeted you with a bright smile. When the weather was terrible, he made your warm drink as quickly as he could.

“You need to warm up your hands!” he would always exclaim. You didn’t mind. You had to admit, the attention was nice. 

Even when there were other customers in line, Yuta would have your green tea latte ready to go before you could decide on your morning treat. And every time you asked, Yuta had a recommendation. 

You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence, but you noticed some of your favorites becoming more regular in the display as well. No, surely this was a coincidence. They were probably some of his best sellers, so it made sense he’d make them more frequently. 

As the holidays approached, and the weather grew colder and grayer, you were grateful for the cheerful bakery and its warm goodies. Some mornings, you could barely get out of bed. Only the thought of a hot drink and a sweet treat could get you going. And maybe the thought of seeing Yuta helped a little. Maybe. 

You couldn’t help your attraction to him. He always seemed so at ease, so comfortable in the world, as if he could ride any wave life threw his way. 

You felt like his opposite: always dressed in professional clothing. It was a little stiff, but you believed in making the best first impression with your clients. And your world required deadlines and perfect reports. Yuta’s world was sugar and cinnamon, colors and laughter. Yours was spreadsheets and formalities. 

No, your silly little crush was just that: a silly little crush. Yuta was merely a polite worker, intent on making a profit with his business. You weren’t even sure he knew your name. 

One particularly frosty morning, Yuta decided to prove you very wrong. 

Your visit to the bakery started like any other. You ordered your drink and pastry (the cinnamon rolls smelled delectable). Yuta was cheerful as always. 

But as you went to check out, Yuta stopped you before you could pull out your card. “Today is on me,” he said. 

You took a moment to register his words, your attention focused on his hand covering yours. Was it warm in here? “Huh?” you looked up at him. 

Yuta smiled. “Today is on me. And… well…” You had never once seen Yuta hesitate. The man was always coming up with something to say, exuding confidence. But now he was almost unsure, looking away from you and fiddling with the hem of his apron. “I wanted to ask you… if you’d like to, well, I wanna take you on a date.” 

A date. 

A date. A date. A date?!

“I don’t have a whole lot of money, but I was wondering if you’d like to come over and, well, help me taste test? I have some ideas for the bakery, and you always seem so enthusiastic?” 

You stared at him. He wanted to bake for you. For you?? Feeling your heart speed up, you realized you hadn’t said anything. Poor Yuta was looking at you nervously, hopefully. 

You opened your mouth to respond when the front door slammed open. You jumped, turning instinctively to see a man in a mask, holding a knife as he stalked toward you and the register. 

Before you could react, he grabbed your arm, shoving the knife at you threateningly. “Gimme all your money, or she gets hurt,” he snarled at Yuta. 

Yuta’s eyes were wide, but he held his hands up. “Okay, okay, hang on,” he said carefully, moving to the register. 

Remembering him telling you he didn’t have much money, rage filled you. So you did what any sensible woman would do. You grabbed the man’s arm, placed your foot against his, and flipped him over. He cried out in surprise as you took the knife from him and stood on his chest with your full weight. “Don’t move,” you said coldly. 

You looked up at Yuta who was staring at you, mouth wide open. “How-” he started.

“Yes, I know martial arts. I have a stressful job. I had to unwind somehow,” you said defensively, a little embarrassed that you did all of that in your pencil skirt. 

Yuta’s open mouth formed into the widest grin you’d seen him do yet. “I would very much like to kiss you now,” he said dreamily.

You flushed. “That’s very sweet of you. Perhaps you should call the police first,” you gestured to the man groaning in pain beneath your feet. You were sure your heels could not be comfortable. Oh well. 

“Oh yeah,” Yuta said, turning to the phone. “But like, seriously, will you go on a date with me?” he asked before punching in the numbers. 

You hid your face behind your hands. “Yes, of course I’ll go on a date with you! Please, this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

Yuta’s twinkling laugh would echo in your ears throughout your entire work day as you watched the clock, begging for it to move faster. After all, you had a date.

twinkle twinkle little star~(BLURB)

warning: FLUFF DUH, cuddling, friends to lovers? afab!reader x sleep deprived!yuta, nothing else really lmao a/n: omg omg omg!!! ITS BEEN LONG BRO- I WAS MAKING TWO FANFICS (gojo and yuta) AT THE SAME TIME. AND I'M NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE WITH ONE MAYBE THE GOJO ONE BUT YUTA ONE AHHHHH SO A QUICK BLURB EEEKKKK

anyone who knows yuta would know him very well for one thing—— he was a sleep deprived fool. he would stay up all night, stressed about who knows what.

and you were really worried about him. imagine waking up, and coming to class everyday sleep deprived. you sympathized for the man and tried to help him with his sleep deprivation.

you started with pills. which unfortunately didn't work.. next you got him a more comfortable pillow. that should work, right? it almost did, but then he was worried whether he might sleep so well that he'll come to classes late. man this guy has anxiety....

the next was a plushie.

failed.

massage chair? made him comfortable, but no.

you tried literally everything to make this man sleep, and was about to give up until, just like a light bulb, something switched in your head. you had an idea.

——————————————————————————————————

"y/n, are you sure this is going to work?" yuta asked. you just barged into his room and said you had a plan to make him fall asleep. "yes, yes, now lay down and close your eyes." yuta, who was already visible confused, arched a brow before complying to your words. yuta laid flat, resting both arms on his stomach and his eyes shut.

"listen, y/n, I appreciate you trying to help me, but you don't have to-" yuta gets interrupted when he feels the warmth of another body next to him. his eyes flew open and he immediately turned into a blushing mess when he saw you cuddling him with your head on his chest and one arm wrapped up behind him. "y/nwhatareyou-" yuta hitches. the warmth of both your bodies made yuta suddenly feel drowsy. suddenly, you started to sing a lullaby that yuta was awe-to familiar with. "twinkle, twinkle, twinkle star~ how I wonder what you are—"

"pfft." you stopped singing and your frowned, knitting your brows together. "is something funny, Mr.okkotsu?" you said, holding back your laugh to try and be serious. "no, no—"

yuta turned his body to face you, your faces now inches away from each other, one move could make your lips connect. "your singing is beautiful. the song is just—" yuta put a finger under his chin, looking away to think of the right word to use "funny?" you laughed, beautifully, your breathe touching his face and he smiled at this. making you laugh gave him a little pride.

"funny?" you repeated his words. "yes, funny. its just so, you know, old? so its funny." you chucked. "God, twinkle, twinkle little stars is funny now?" you asked and yuta nodded slowly. "well, it did help a bit. I feel slightly sleepy." yuta faked a yawn and you rolled your eyes. "shut up." you said before yawning. "it seems your the tired one." yuta shifted closer and pulled you in for a hug. "was your plan to cuddle me to sleep?" yuta asked, teasing a bit. "yeah.." you asked, slowly loosing consciousness. "it's was great idea cause its working." yuta said. he watched as you closed your breathe and your chest heaved up and down. yuta smiled down at you, slowly falling asleep himself. he shifted even closer, closing any gap between you two.

"twinkle, twinkle little star... how i wonder what you are.."

divider credits to: @/enchanthings

bf yuta texts!

pairing: non-idol/bf!yuta x reader

warnings: a little nsfw?

“Mmm, Y-Yuta”

“Hmm?” He hums against your neck before continuing to give wet kisses

Fuck

“I should go-”

Fuck, you stop mid sentence feeling him bit your sweet spot. Damn that for sure left a mark Ugh! Get a grip!

“Sorry baby? What was that?” U feel like rolling yours eyes or smacking his head. You don’t need to see him to know he is smirking u can feel his smirk gaze your neck. Then suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“MmM, Y-” retreating feeling a bit hesitant at first

“MmM, Y-Yuta-kun” you bring yourself to say, lips swiping his ear. He halts for a second.. Did he hear you wrong?? Was he just hearing things now? You aren’t Japanese so there was no way he heard u right but fuck that turned him on. Even if u didn’t say it before he sure as hell would make u say it now

“Eh?” He lets out a incoherent noise pulling back in confusion looking you in the eyes wanting to either clarify what he just heard or make say what he wanted to hear

You tilt you head trying to read his reaction. Fuck was that cringe?

“Aha” you give him an awkward little laugh

“Sorry, I-I don’t know.. I just thought ...”

“UgH I don’t know!” You say frustrated and embarrassed “I guess I just wanted to see if u liked to be called that way?! I just-I’m so sorry I ruined- you know what, I should start getting ready anyway-” you start to mumble hoping to make sense off the situation but giving up, you try pushing him away by his chest only to get your wrists gripped and pinned on either side of your head.

“Shh, hey calm down.” He lets out a small laugh

“-you didn’t ruin anything. I was just shocked that’s all.” He lets out a groan remembering the way you addressed him earlier

“Fuck u sounded so sexy baby, I wanna hear you again”

“You can do that baby, can’t you? You’ll say it again for me right?”

“I-” he didn’t give you time to answer, attacking your neck again but this time also fondling with your nipples. Swirling them, rubbing them and slightly pinching them causing you to let out a small moan. That’s when you understood it wasn’t a question. It was a command he wanted-needed to hear you say that again and he would do anything to make it happen. Even if it takes him hours.

“Y-mm-yes”

“ sorry baby? What was that?” fucking tease. His mouth now moving down towards your chest before sinfully moving his mouth on your left nipple looking into your eyes

“Yes- Y-Yuta-kun” despite being embarrassing and half stuttering you bring yourself to say it again. Loving the way he lets out a groan against your nipple.

Nipple in mouth and still looking straight at you he smiles. Wide and beautiful clearing happy with the way you addressed him.

“Good girl” he says messily, drooling over your nipple while his right hands caresses your right boob

Fuck.

NCT 127 when you jam to their songs:

Taeil:

This guy will probably be super embarrassed when he comes into your bathroom, only to find you wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe, wet toothbrush in your hand as you lip sync to his high note in "Simon Says" passionately, your eyes closed and dark eyebrows furrowed. He'll probably debate if to leave and pretend he didn't see anything, but before he can decide you'll open your eyes, your mouth forming a wide smile when you see him. Grabbing your boyfriend's arm, you'll tug him into the shower, closing the door behind him with your feet before grabbing his hand, forcing him to dance with you. Taeil won't let you down, though, even if he'll be bright red, wrapping his own strong arms around your waist, swaying the two of you side to side as he giggles into your neck.

Taeyong:

When Taeyong finds you watching "Kick It" music video on the big screen in your living room, trying to repeat the difficult choreography, clad in a furry unicorn onesie, a pout forming on your pink lips as you don't manage to execute the moves like you want to, he'll simply giggle, feeling his heart melt slightly at your cuteness, before padding over to you. He'll teach you all the dance moves while holding your hands, waiting patiently until he's sure you understand everything, and he'll compliment you, continuously repeating how amazing you are and how fast you're catching on, your own self-esteem boosting up slightly everytime your boyfriend looks at you with wide, brown puppy eyes and a mouth open in awe.

Yuta:

Yuta can't help but feel full of himself when he wakes up to you making a batch of pancakes for breakfast, NCT 127 songs playing on full volume on your apartment speakers as you sing along, your wavy, dark hair tied into a messy, high bun, wearing one of your boyfriend's shirts and old, short pyjama pants. Yuta won't join you, simply making himself a cup of coffee as he lazily leans against the marble kitchen counter, a cocky grin on his face as he watches you prance around the small room. His small smirk will grow every time you sing his part of the song, and he might even join you in singing his parts if he's feeling it.

Johnny:

Johnny and you are cleaning your apartment, both of you dressed in old, washed-out clothes, holding a broom and a washcloth, when you decide to put on some fun songs for motivation. And of course you put on your favorite song at the moment: Superhuman by your boyfriend's group. Johnny is probably the first to start pulling out his derpiest dance moves, your whole body shaking with laughter as your lover takes the imaginary stage by storm, pulling on your arm for you to join him. It'll probably end with the two of you having a dance battle, belting out your best (worst) singing just to make each other laugh before collapsing on the floor, still giggling nonstop.

Doyoung:

Doyoung is going to be cringing as hell on the outside, his whole face expressing judgement as he watches you try to sing his lines in "Punch", wrapped in one of your huge couch blankets as a juicy stage outfit. But even though he's slightly embarrassed by you being so passionate about his songs, he can't stop the smile surfacing his lips because he's just so happy that you love and support his career as much as you do uwu. But when you'll come over to him, trying to pass him your imaginary mic, he'll simply call you stupid in the fondest way possible, pulling you into a warm hug instead and it'll probably end with the two of you cuddling on the sofa (and Doyoung managing to stop your ruckus lmao).

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun is going to be a smiling mess when one of his songs come on the radio, only for you to boost the volume up significantly, jumping on the sofa immediately when you hear "Cherry Bomb" and starting to jump around. Your boyfriend will simply chuckle while watching you, his chocolate eyes crinkling with fondness as he looks at your small, energetic figure zipping around him, shaking his head when you start to serenade him passionately, his cheeks blushing. If he's feeling silly, he might join you, the two of you dancing together, Jaehyun's hands finding their way to wrap around your lower back, but he's also perfectly content with watching you lovingly until you collapse on the sofa, out of energy.

Win-win:

Win-win is the type to think you're adorable, and he won't hesitate to tell you that either, especially when he sees your flustered reaction to him entering the apartment, only to find you dancing to "Regular", your new shades covering your eyes and a fake chain around your neck. Your boyfriend won't be able to stop repeating how cute you are, admiring your red cheeks with a big, sparkly eyes and a wide smile. When you'll rush to stop the music, he'll grabbing your hands and pull you back, begging you with big, brown puppy eyes to keep dancing for him. And of course you can't say no to that.

Jungwoo:

My cutie puppy is going to be so freaking flustered, like his chubby cheekies will be bright red when he walks into your shared bedroom, only to find you sitting on the bed in your short pyjamas, holding a NCT light stick in one hand as you watch Jungwoo's fancam for their latest song, "Highway to Heaven", cheering everytime his part comes up. Your boyfriend will smile shyly, avoiding eye contact with you until you coo, taking his face in your hands and leaving kisses all over it until Jungwoo lets out a giggle, relaxing into your side. After that he'll watch the rest of the performance with you, a small smile tugging at his lips whenever you shout his name.

Mark:

Mark is the type to be straight up confused when he comes into your house, only to see you with a pair of his dark shades on your eyes, your messy hair flying all around you as you jump around the living room, jamming to "Gimme Gimme" almost violently. It'll take him a few seconds to even realize it's his song, but when he does, his eyes will widen and his mouth will drop in surprise, before curving into a satisfied grin. No matter how famous he becomes, Mark still appreciates every single person who takes their time to listen to his music, even if it's his girlfriend and it seems obvious af. This cutie will simply laugh, unable to hide the hearts in his eyes as he watches you dance to your hearts content.

Haechan:

You and Haechan are in the car on your way to meet your boyfriend's parents, and you're responsible for the driving playlist, so of course you put on NCT songs, smiling to yourself when you put on one of your favorite songs: "Touch". Haechan doesn't even seem surprised, almost immediately jumping in to sing with you on the top of your lungs, even managing to do some steps from the choreo while driving, until you yell at him to focus lol. But yeah, your boyfriend won't be embarrassed whatsoever, and literally nothing boosts his ego like seeing you sing and fangirl over his songs.

pls pls pls brat tamer yuta

thought about brat tamer Yuuta and blacked out. this was in my docs for some reason when I came to again.

Don’t be so mean to Yuuta!

cw: brat tamer! yuuta x fem!reader. smut. pussy slapping. multiple creampies. praise. edging. overstimulation. mirror sex. man handling. floor fucking. minors do not interact.

wc: 1.7k

“Please, I’m-“

“Sorry?”

Yuuta’s voice sends shivers up your spine from where his lips are planted on the sensitive spots of your nape, making hot tracks as his tongue skims over a good spot.

“I bet you are, baby.” He hums. “My sweet girl…”

Doesn’t mean he’ll let up though. If the way his grip tightens over your torso should mean anything. Tucked underneath you on the corner edge of your bed with your back pressed against his chest and his hands touching everywhere.

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Actually, you know exactly what you did to deserve this, but you didn’t expect he’d be so harsh about it. Let him tell it and he’ll say his “Bratty baby decided to be mean for no reason.” Let you tell it and:

“Why’re you dodging my kisses?”

You roll your eyes from where he’s pouting over you, pointedly shrugging his hands off of your waist when he tries to pull you closer to him. “Why would I want your stupid kisses?”

Yuuta gapes a little at that, a little confused, a little wounded. “My kisses aren’t-? Where’s this attitude coming from?”

“I don’t have an attitude.” Which Yuuta finds hard to believe, with how your face gets all scrunched up in his attempts to crowd you in his space again. Cute little bottom lip jutting out under the shine of your flavored lip gloss and he can’t help but wanna coo at how squeezable you look when you’re throwing a fit.

Although, with the mood you’re in he fears he might come up short a hand if he actually tried to. The way you turn your shoulder at him has him following on your heels like a lost dog. “Not like you’re asking ‘cause you care.”

“Hello? Why wouldn’t I…?” Yuuta stumbles. “Baby, what? You were fine just earlier, did I do something wrong?”

Other than blow you off for like eighty percent of the day? Sure, he invited you to watch him train - bought you lunch when he realized he’d be at it longer than he anticipated, and gave you his phone to entertain yourself with when yours eventually died from being out so long. But he promised the two of you would actually get to hang out today! Not sit on those stupid stone bleachers till your bottom got all sore. Feeding him water in between breaks and pretending like this isn’t the unteenth time something like this has happened.

You’re fed up. He never wants to do what you want anymore. “No, no. Don’t even worry about it. You must be tired anyway. What with all the training you got in.”

Yuuta briefs a few long strides till he’s standing in the pathway to your bedroom door, walking back on his heels as you try to push past him. “I’m not? Is this about that? I didn’t mean to keep you out all day if that’s-“

“It’s whatever.”

“No. It’s not whatever. Clearly you’re upset.” His eyes follow you as he finally plops himself on top of your mattress. Yuuta’s long legs hang off the side so much his knees bend a little and he slumps when you opt to ignore him in favor of fishing your closet for something more comfortable.

“Baby- I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s going on. What’s got you all cranky?”

“Cranky.” You grumble under your breath. “Can't even be mad without you underplaying everything.”

You step out of your closet with a little dress on that makes his face hot. Pretty mint thing that makes you look softer than you already are, even as you throw him a mean glare on your way to your hamper.

“So, you are mad?”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“I’m not.” You hiss this time. “Maybe you’re just an asshole!”

Whoops.

Which, come to think of it, maybe blowing up at him for no apparent reason was a little much - but it can’t be helped. Especially when you immediately freeze in place over the tension that overcomes the room at your sudden outburst. Yuuta’s brows furrow as his jaw clenches and he stares at you with the kind of blank look that usually comes about when he’s mulling over something.

You expect him to get up and leave the room. Let your respective parties cool off after you’ve just crossed the line by cursing at him so harshly. You expect a kinder punishment than the one he actually has in store.

But instead Yuuta sighs and straightens his back, spreads his legs a little to make room for you. “Come here.”

“Yuu-“

“Mh. Sit down.”

This is just cruelty.

You whimper at the way his fingers skirt over your aching clit, wet sloppy sounds of your lips parting over his glossy digits as he feels around your gooey center. You’re dripping. Soaking the little sliver of mattress you’re hovering over but the meanest part is that it isn’t just your slick that’s making such a mess.

Through misty eyes do you still see the reflection of his throbbing cock splitting you open in the vanity mirror across the room. Slow rhythmless grinding that could just barely push you over the edge if it weren’t for all the-

Smack!

You must’ve been squirming again.

Your broken voice clips in tandem with the loud slap that comes from his sudden assault on your aching pussy, nigh earning another one at the way your hips jump too suddenly in his lap. This is your punishment. Watching in lust dazed envy as your lover fucks you slowly on his cock. Listening to his heated breaths, feeling his hands all over you, being wholly enveloped by him. His voice pitches as his cock swells in your already gooey insides. You can do nothing but whine as he belts his arms around you and cums again with a broken grunt in your ear.

You sniffle as he presses a few scattered kisses behind your ear, already raising his hips to continue. “Please… please let me cum, Yuu..”

“Hhm? No one’s stopping you?”

“But I need-“

“What’dya need an asshole like me for, pretty girl?” And even though he’s being bitter his tone is still sugary. “This little princess cunt can cum all on her own, huh?”

The way you tighten around him has him groaning drunkenly in your ear. “God, you feel so fucking good..”

“Yuutaa, I can’t- I can’t without you. Please…!!”

Yuuta breathes a sigh into the crook of your neck.

He’s been going at this for what feels like forever. At this point you’re so on edge that you’ve started to goosebump and you can’t help yourself but to twitch and whine whenever he grinds against a good spot. Through the overstimulation he’s unsatiated. He can’t fuck into his perfect little pussy the way he wants without risking you getting away with that nasty attitude of yours. Hurting his feelings like you did. And being anything other than his sweet - obedient little girl.

Because bad girls. - Brats like you don’t deserve to get fucked all nice and fair like you’ve been begging him to this past hour or so. They don’t deserve gentleness on their raw little clits or any moment of reprieve you should expect from taking load after load since being seated in his lap like this.

They deserve to be treated like a hole, because that’s all you’re good for right now.

The quick intake of breath he takes startles you almost as much as the feeling of your arms being pulled back behind you. You wobble a little on your numbing legs as he uses his knees to help support you in a stand, and shutter as he presses one last kiss to your nape before standing to his height completely.

And then he starts drilling.

Yuuta has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the way he watches your reflection drool. “O-Oh! Oh, yes! Oh fuck yes, baby!”

He keeps a concentrated frown as he thrusts into you through clenched teeth.

“You’re so-“ Pap! “Fucking spoiled,” Pap! Pap! “You can’t even…mfh, act like you’re learning anything fr’m this..!”

”m’sorry..” You babble. “So s-sorry! M’so sorry, Yuu. So-… p-please… fffuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“S’that all you can say? Does my brat even know what she’s apologizing for?”

Your face drops out of view of the mirror when the effort to keep your neck craned up becomes too muscle consuming, most of your muscles too busy constricting and spazzing in the wake of your first orgasm. Honestly, you barely have the wherewithal to speak let alone put together a coherent thought. But you figure not responding might come at the expense of the mind numbing bliss you’re experiencing at the moment.

“F’being so mean! I didn’t-“ You gasp at the way he presses his hips against your backside, grinding himself in so thoroughly that you nearly lose your train of thought.

“I just… wanted ta spend more time with you, Yuu…!”

Yuuta pauses a quick pensive beat.

And then you’re on the floor.

He presses a hand into the middle of your back to keep you arched all prettily for him, the other, knuckle deep in your hair as he mushes your cheek into the floorboards. “So, y’ thought the best way to do that was to call me an asshole?”

“I whasn’t ‘hinking…!”

“Ohh of course you weren’t, baby,” Yuuta shudders at the way you feel creaming on him a second time. “‘Can’t be doing too much thinking now, anyways.”

You’re every nerve ending in your body when he deepens his thrusts to curve himself over your messy form, completely and utterly lost in pleasure as he pulls your head up by your hair and meets your teary eyes with his own - pupils dilated by pure affection.

“Think you can tell me what we learned outta all this? Or have you completely checked out at this point.”

“D-Don’t… don’t be so mean to Yuuta!!”

He chuckles. The kiss he places over your ear nearly pushes you over the edge as much as what he says does. “Good girl! That’s my girl. So smart.”

Your eyes roll as he unceremoniously drops your head to fuck you with more earnest. Much to your poor pussy’s dismay. “Let’s spend more time together, baby. - Just you and me.”

He coos at the way your drool starts to gather in a cute little puddle under your cheek. “After I’m sure my baby’s learned her lesson.”

need me (okkotsu yūta x reader)

REQUEST @linamirasaki : wonder if you could do an okkotsu yuuta x reader where the reader is a literal sunshine aka a social butterfly, and when she got into a relationship with yuuta, he started to notice the smallest thing how she was too close to panda or toge (sorry im a total sucker for jealous tropes)

| PAIRINGS:  okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: lil suggestive at the end but nothing intense, insecurities, jealousy, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,010~

A/N: hello!! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ i actually really like yuuta and i can’t wait to see more of him soon in the actual story !! if u read volume 0 then u know how his personality changes in that one part?? 😳 yea i got inspo from that lol anyway i hope it is what you expected ! enjoy 💕

This was wrong.

Yuuta couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight on his chest as he watched the scene happening in the track court of the school from afar. God, he couldn’t even gather the guts to get closer anymore, he didn’t want to be a bother. 

You just looked so happy.

Panda was lifting you over his shoulder as he spun around, laughing at your funny complaints and threats to put you down. Inumaki, however, just limited himself to look at them with a hint of a smile in his eyes, hands inside his pockets completely ignoring your cries for help.

Yuuta tried his best to stop the images of you holding Panda or Inumaki the way you do with him, or the images of you kissing their lips instead of his. After all, he knew how one of them felt about you. 

Crap. Why was he feeling so dizzy now? 

His legs seemed to start wobbling, not being able to hold himself up anymore as he clutched down, hands holding his head. 

What if you left him? 

After a few months of starting his new love life with you, Yuuta started noticing really small details about your relationship: the way you easily made friends, how everyone wanted to get to know you, and you always welcomed them with a smile; he didn’t have to be blind to see how different you two were from each other.

Hell, he even had the fact you could literally be with someone better than him present in every day of his life now. Everyone reached out to you, you were so approachable.

Unlike him. 

Yuuta looked up again at his classmates and girlfriend but, this time, Panda had finally put you down and you were talking with Inumaki, laughing at one of the words he said (probably Tuna Mayo). The sting in his chest became more noticeable when you placed your hand on his shoulder and looked at him, smiling, as you talked about something. 

What did he have to offer? You would always make Yuuta feel so fuzzy inside, his heart beating so hard and fast he was afraid it could get out of his chest at any moment. You would always reassure your love for him, kissing his lips in the gentlest way possible as his eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the moment and feeling light as a feather.

But what did he give you? Yuuta only offered you his insecurities and problems, wasting your time whenever he would feel nervous due to the fact of going to lunch with your new friends, or even sometimes with Maki, Toge and Panda. He even felt he couldn’t make up for any of that in other aspects.

Why wouldn’t you leave him? 

Yuuta felt his face heat up furiously when your eyes met his from the court, your smile getting wider as you lifted your arm, waving at him adorably, and Inumaki and Panda joined with the same amount of excitement. Oh, no. He felt bad for being jealous of them. They were his friends. He waved back shyly, a hint of a small smile appearing on his features as his heart started beating faster when you started making your way to him, making him stand up. She’s really perfect, he thought. 

His mind was finally clearing up, but something was still wrong. Yuuta couldn’t stop the same phrase to repeat inside of his head as you got closer, chanting it like a prayer mentally as if that would make you stay with him forever.

I need you. 

“Yuuta!” you threw yourself at him, catching you with his arms around your waist as you offered his lips the softest of kisses. He swore his heart was going to explode right there and then as he closed his eyes, reciprocating the sweet kiss.

I need you. I need you. I need you.

When you pulled away, you smiled at him, your eyes shining with what he thought was love and appreciation, and he did the same because he just loved you so much. He could feel his hands getting warm from the heat coming from your body. You were so hot right now. Probably because of you playing with– Oh. 

His smile twitched, no longer reaching his eyes as his mind started spiraling again and falling into the same thoughts. Over and over again. You with Panda. You with Inumaki. You leaving him. You don’t need him. 

Apparently, you noticed that because you chuckled nervously. 

“Oh, sorry. I guess I’m kinda sweaty and smell bad.” Your cheeks blushed as you stopped holding him as close as you were, smiling at his chest, embarrassed he probably noticed the sticky wetness of your face.

But Yuuta was long gone inside his thoughts.

You don’t need him.

You don’t need him as much as he needs you.

He needs you. 

He loves you.  

Please, love him. 

“Yuuta?” Your worried tone put him out of his trance, hesitant hands reaching his face as he blinked, focusing on you again confused and nervous. “Are you ok? Panda and Inum–“

Don’t.

His lips crashed against you in an unusual hard kiss, interrupting your words as the grip on your waist got tighter. You moaned softly against his lips, surprised at first but quickly placing your hands at the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair.

Yuuta’s mind started running wild again, concentrating in both the sensation of your lips and your frame pressed against him, and his deepest desires wanting to be fulfilled. 

Please, don’t leave me.

I need you. 

Please, need me. Need me. 

You both pulled away, already heavy breathing from the intensity of the short but passionate kiss. Not even caring you were still in front of your classmates. Your body couldn’t help but react to the roughness and intensity of his demeanour.

“Y-Yuuta.” You whimpered softly, your hands pulling at his hair lightly as you looked at him with dark eyes. “I need you. Please...”

That’s right. 

Need me.

Only me.

And nobody else.

NCT 127 Reaction: you moaning their name in your sleep

Pairings | Nct 127 x Reader

Genre | smut (more suggestive than anything but some are questionable), fluff

Warnings | SMUT!!! Do not read if you are underaged!!!! Also slight somnophilia.

Word Count | 4.6k

Author’s Note | I did a reaction like this for NCT Dream, but I decided to do the same reaction for 127 just because I thought it'd be fun. I, however, did not redo Mark's and Haechan's because I was simply too lazy too so there's will be the same (I do apologize). Also, I'd like to add that NCT Dream's was smuttier than this one. This reaction is really more suggestive, but there are a few members that get a little more descriptive. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for the images with Jungwoo - Haechan. Dumblr was acting up again and I didn't have the patience to fuck with it.

Tagging | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Taeyong

Originally posted here

Coming home late was always normal for Taeyong. Being the leader of such a big group, he was always the first one up in the morning and the last to leave schedules. With the new comeback on the rise, he was coming home even later than usual.

Oftentimes, when he returned home, he’d find you awake, sitting on the couch watching whatever came on the television. Recently though, he was coming home to find you already asleep, curled up on your side of the bed, arms encircling a pillow with one of his shirts over it. Tonight was no different.

He was quick to shower and return to the bedroom. It was already 2am and, though he’d not have a schedule until tomorrow afternoon, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Sleep was necessary for that, and as such, he clambered into bed as quietly as possible, sliding up behind your body and draping an arm around your waist before burrowing his face in the pillow, begging sleep to claim him soon.

However, he was quickly caught off guard when a small noise left you, your body moving slightly against him.

He looked over at you, lifting his head.

“(Y/N)?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond and he pressed his head back against his pillow, thinking it was his imagination or just a sigh leaving your lips.

“Taeyong…” his name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan, and he knew he heard it this time.

His cock stirred in his sleep shorts and he pressed his pelvis a little closer to your bottom, pulling a grunt from your throat before you stirred awake.

“Tae?” you asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yes my love?” he whispered back in a sultry tone.

“You're sticking me in the ass.”

“I know.”

You could hear the smirk in your voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Practice make you horny?” you asked.

“Nope. You moaning my name in your sleep did.”

Your face heated up and you buried your face in his pillows. You knew exactly what he was talking about, even if you didn’t remember moaning out loud.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what I was doing so we can pick up where your dream left off,” he smirked.

A small squeak left your lips, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Your cock felt so good inside me…” you breathed.

His smirk grew as you rolled over to look at him.

“Good thing I’m hard and ready for you then,” he winked.

Taeil

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It never ceased to surprise Taeil just how quickly you could fall asleep in any situation it seemed. Currently, you were sitting on a rather uncomfortable couch with your head on his shoulder, snoring quietly in his ear as Donghyuck recording finished the last few verses of his parts, Taeyong sitting at the controls beside the techy. You had fallen asleep somewhere along Johnny and Yuta’s recording sessions and hadn’t moved much since.

Taeil smiled down at you fondly. His shoulder might have fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier, but he’d never dare move and disturb your slumber. Especially when you looked so adorable against him. Even if it was a little awkward with you laying on him in a room full of his members. That awkwardness grew, however, the second a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“What was that?” Mark asked, spinning around in his seat, eyes wide and looking in every direction of the room.

Taeil’s ears tinted pink and he squirmed nervously as he caught Yuta’s smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take (Y/N) home,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and looking all too suggestive.

The pink turn to red and Taeil tried to hide his face in your hair when his blood ran cold.

“Taeil,” you moaned softly, but not quiet enough that the others didn’t hear.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Johnny grinned. “I think Taeil’s right! You should take her home.”

The plan had been for you to go out to dinner with the boys once they’d finished rehearsing, but that seemed to be dashed along the rocks now. The boys wouldn’t be able to stop cackling at your expense if you still went out with them and you’d likely never want to show your face around them again if you found out what happened.

“Take her home, hyung. And, word of advice, don’t tell her what happened. It will only mortify her,” Taeyong’s wise words voice what Taeil had just been thinking and he nodded stifely.

“(Y/N),” he called softly.

You shuffled against him but didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Hm?” you asked sleepily.

“Come on baby. You fell asleep. Let’s go home and get some more rest,” he spoke as calmly as he could under the suggestive smirks of Johnny and Yuta.

“But what about dinner?” you inquired, biting back a yawn as you glanced up at him.

“Uh… They decided not to go…” Taeil responded, sweating beading his forehead at the lie.

“Oh… ok,” you accepted the answer.

You snuggled more against Taeil slightly before pulling yourself from his warmth and standing from the couch, stretching out.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” you offered.

A whistle left Jaehyun’s lips and you turned to glance at him in confusion before Taeil was ushering you out of the room, shooting a dirty glare at his dongsaeng.

“You know, I had the most amazing dream,” you muttered as Taeil closed the recording room door.

“Oh really?” Taeil deadpanned, eager to get you out of the building.

Johnny

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Johnny loved going on tour with his bandmates and performing for their fans across the globe, but it was never easy to leave you behind for such long periods of time. While you both skyped most every night, it just wasn’t the same without you snuggled against his chest and no matter how many times Donghyuck crawled in bed with him and cuddled him in the same way, it would never be the same.

When the tour finally ended, he was sad he wouldn’t be performing across the globe any longer, but he was so excited to see you again. As the van pulled in front of your apartment building, Johnny bid goodbye to the members that would be heading back to the dorm, thanking the manager for dropping him at your place, before climbing out, grabbing his bag to haul with him. He didn’t wait for the van to pull off before walking into the dimly lit lobby, casting a small smile at the slightly confused overnight manager sitting at the front desk. He flashed a copy of your key, earning a disinterested nod before heading for the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.

It was late. You’d no doubt be asleep, but he didn’t mind as long as he woke up in the morning with you in his arms.

As the elevator dinged, he got out and walked down the hallway as quietly as possible before reaching your door. He pushed the key into the hole and made his way inside. He left his luggage in the living room, afraid the wheels would wake you, so he opted to store it away in the morning. He stripped off his clothes leaving them laying on the couch and padded into the dark bedroom where you were, sure enough, sound asleep on his side of the bed.

He cooed at the sight, but he passed the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before bed when your sweet voice met his ears.

“Johnny,” you moaned quietly.

It would have been inaudible if there was another noise in the apartment.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart, I’ll be there soon,” he reassured.

This appeased you, or so he thought, until his name was tumbling from your lips again.

He peaked out from the bathroom, raising an eyebrow in confusion until he saw your body writhe and roll over.

“Johnny,” the moan was whiner this time.

A smirk grew across Johnny’s face and any sense of exhaustion immediately left his body. He padded across the floor to the bed, standing over your still moving form and grinned.

“Baby,” he called in a soothing tone.

You stirred but didn’t wake.

“Wake up baby girl.”

This time, your eyes slowly opened, meeting his.

“Johnny? You’re back!” you cried, moving to sit up.

He didn’t allow that though, instead, moving down on top of you, hovering over your body.

“How many times have you called out for me in the middle of the night without me hear to satisfy you?” he whispered softly.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned away from him, but he guided your eyes back to his.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he spoke calmly.

“Too many,” you answered with a small whine.

He hummed, nodding at your statement as he gripped the comforter, pulling it down from your body.

“Let’s start easing your discomfort,” he smirked, bending down to capture your lips in a heated, desirous kiss.

Yuta

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It was absolutely not uncommon for Yuta to wake up before you in the morning with his dick painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers and a conundrum of either waking you up to help him or letting you sleep.

Most of the time, he was nice and stroked himself to completion in the shower while you slept. Other times, if he was desperate enough, he’d wake you up and ask for anything you were willing to give. Which usually lead to him fucking your mouth.

Today was no different. His eyes opened with the sunlight that bled through the bedroom curtains, his body feeling rested. His cock straining against the tight fabric of the underwear he’d been wearing because no matter how many times he begged, you refused to sleep next to him if he was completely naked. He let out a small groan. It got old being horny and having to make an important decision so early in the day. Sometimes he wished he could just control his dick’s hardness and make things easier. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day.

“Yuta…” you moaned, body rolling over slightly.

Yuta glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?” he asked.

When he received no response, he rolled over to face you, hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Yuta,” you moaned a little louder this time.

His dick twitched in his pants.

“Don’t tease me so early baby, it isn’t nice,” he complained, trailing his fingers along the bare skin of your arm.

Again, he received no response.

He pursed his lips, eyes trailing over your body. You looked asleep but you sure sounded awake. Could you be teasing him because you knew he was horny? Could you actually be asleep? Could you be moaning his name in your sleep from a wet dream?

It proved the latter was the case as your hips suddenly jerked forward, a quiet mewl leaving your lips. The kind of sound that you made only when his lips were attached to your clit.

A smirk grew across his face and he leaned in close to your body to press his mouth against his ear.

“If you like what I’m doing in your dreams, wake up and we’ll make it a reality,” he whispered huskily.

Your eyes flew open almost instantly, lips parted as you took in a deep breath, your body shaking ever so slightly.

“Yuta?” you questioned.

“Hm?” he grunted, raising a teasing eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Eat me out.”

It was neither demand nor plea, and while Yuta would usually make you beg for him, he was feeling a little generous this morning.

“As you wish,” he winked, head disappearing beneath the blankets.

Doyoung

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Doyoung’s eyes cracked open blearily in the pitch black room, a scowl adorned on his lips as he glanced at the red letters flashing on the alarm clock. He had no idea what had woken him up from such a peaceful, much needed rest, but whatever it was seemed to have no effect on your figure lying curled into his side sweetly.

He sighed, jealousy at your uninterrupted sleep and the thought of possibly waking you up crossed his mind. However, you were even more cranky than he was when woken up in the dead of the night. If he woke you up for no good reason other than to make you suffer with him, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for the next month.

He sighed, rolling onto his side, careful not to disturb you as he moved. He curled his legs behind yours and draped an arm over your middle, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed against the mattress, eyes closing as sleep began overtaking him again. However, right as sleep began knocking on his door, he was roused again by the same noise that woke him to begin with.

A small, breathy moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Doyoung,” your voice whispered.

It sounded odd. Too shaky and breathy to be the voice of someone who’d just woken up, but he answered nonetheless.

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

He waited a moment for you to respond, but when he was met with silence, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Silence met his ears again and he began to think that maybe he was hearing things when his name tumbled from your lips again, but this time, he knew exactly what had woken him up.

“Doyoung…” you moaned quietly, head digging into the pillow, your body shuddering slightly against him.

Part of him wanted to take you up and kick you out of bed, but he couldn’t deny the feeling your breathy moans stirred inside him. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer in silence.

“(Y/N),” he whispered into the night.

No response. Instead, your back arched against his chest and he grit his teeth.

“(Y/N),” he called a bit louder.

This time, your voice hummed in response.

“Wake up so we can fuck,” he demanded.

You groaned in distaste.

“Go jack off in the bathroom.”

“And leave my girlfriend to get off in her dreams?” he asked, voice pitched higher, teasing.

You rolled over, eyes now wide and alert as you gawked at him.

“How did you know that?!” you hissed.

“Well when your moaning wakes me up, it’s kind of hard to miss,” he replied almost sarcastically.

You let out an embarrassed squeak that was silenced as his lips met yours in a piercing kiss.

“Now tell me, are we going back to sleep and pretending this didn’t happen or are we going to fuck until we’re satisfied and then sleep in in the morning?” he asked.

You took a moment to answer, almost as though you were weighing your options.

“Fuck me daddy.”

Jaehyun

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Sleep was something that had always come so naturally to Jaehyun that he had no idea what to do as he lay awake staring at the ceiling as you snored quietly beside him. He didn’t want to say he was jealous as you snoozed so soundly, practically dead to the world as your eyelids flickered with whatever dream you were having, but you just looked so peaceful while he struggled to put Donghyuck’s words out of his mind.

“Have any you ever tried 69ing with your partner?” the younger man had asked randomly earlier that day as the members and their significant others had sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant.

When everyone responded with questioning eyes with the exception of Johnny who’d likely educated him on the subject.

“It’s when you both give oral at the same time! Not only do you get to eat your partner out, but you also get to stuff her mouth and gag her with your own cock that she’s practically choking on as she moans! It’s so hot!” he had insisted.

Taeyong had scolded him for such talk, especially at the table, and everyone had sense tried to put it out of their minds, but Jaehyun just couldn’t. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was you choking on him, teas falling down your cheeks as he drove you to your third orgasm with just his mouth.

His body shuddered. Oh how he wanted to see you writhing as you struggled to get him off the same way he got you off. To see you squirm and moan and choke and-

“Jaehyun,” your breathless voice moaned, bringing the male back from his imagination, eyes glancing at your still sleeping body.

Had he imagined hearing you? Perhaps he had, thinking too much about how you’d sound choking on him-

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again, voice stretching out the syllables of his name in a drawn out whine.

He definitely heard that!

“Babe?” he asked quietly.

When you didn’t respond, he kept his eyes on you, waiting to see if you showed any other sign of being awake, but when a small snore left you, he let out a small sigh.

“Wistful thinking, Jaehyun,” he muttered to himself.

“Not so wistful,” your voice answered.

He jumped so hard at the sudden intrusion into his spoken aloud thoughts that he felt as though he’d jolted right out of his skin.

“You’re awake?!” he croaked, heart thundering in his chest.

“Mm.” you responded, resting your head on his arm and glancing up at him, your eyes lighting up in the darkness.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

You shook your head and he let out a sigh of relief.

“The thought of your cock down my throat and your lips on my clit did.”

He choked on his own saliva, eyes wide. Had you been dreaming about the same thing he’d been thinking?!

“You wanna try it?”

“Hell yeah!” you responded, kicking off the blanket.

Sleep was overrated when you two could be doing much more exciting things.

Jungwoo

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It had been a long day. Almost unbearably long. So when you both had walked through the threshold of your apartment, Jungwoo didn’t blame you for immediately pulling him to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Jungwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep quite as fast.

With so many exhausting dance practices and constantly moving from one place to the next, his body had gotten used to staying up extremely late and waking up just as early the next morning. In fact, it had come to the point of almost calling himself an insomniac as he always struggled to shut his body down enough to get a few measly hours of sleep. This week off was hopefully going to help with that, but his first night on break was going to do nothing for his sleep schedule if he didn’t wind himself down as effectively as possible.

He stripped off his clothing, dropping them in your hamper by the sink in the bathroom before starting a warm shower and stepping inside. The water worked wonderfully on his muscles and he could feel himself relaxing, his mind becoming hazy as his body slumped against the shower wall.

It wasn’t often that he got the luxury of hot showers. He usually squeezed a shower in after practice after six other people had gone ahead of him. By that point, most of the hot water was long gone and he was left to shiver in the icy, moving in and out as quickly as possible. Tonight, however, the heat felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that he felt his cock stir. The warmth of the water had, apparently, reminded his dick of your warm, moist walls and how snuggly they held him between them.

His shower ended not long after that. He didn’t bother jacking off. He wouldn’t be able to cum like he did with you, anyways, so there really wasn’t much point. Instead, he dressed in a pair of soft, fuzzy pajamas that you must have laid out for him earlier in the day and crawled into bed beside your sleeping body, casting you a soft smile as he got comfortable on his side, letting his eyes drift closed.

He still couldn’t sleep. But at least he was relaxed and comfortable. That had to account for something. And eventually he’d fall asleep.

“Jungwoo,” your voice mumbled incoherently.

“Did I wake you?” Jungwoo questioned in the darkness, eyes opening to glance at your still figure.

“Jungwoo,” your voice sounded again, except this time, it sounded like a-

A gasp tore past your lips and Jungwoo sat up straight, eyes scanning your body for whatever could possibly be making you make that noise.

“Oh Jungwoo,” you moaned, hips slowly beginning to grind against the air.

Pink seeped to Jungwoo’s ears. Y-you were…

Something in your dream must have snapped you awake because not five seconds later, you were sucking in a deep breath and looking around you, flustered as your eyes met his.

“Nice dream?” Jungwoo choked out.

You squirmed nervously, fidgeting with your fingers under the blanket.

“I-I… yeah,” you mumbled.

Jungwoo didn’t respond. His tongue felt tied to the roof of his mouth as he replayed your actions in his mind, his dick growing harder in his pants the more you thought about it.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled finally, breaking the silence.

Your eyes met his again, sympathy painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yes. Ride me,” he answered.

You certainly had no problem with that.

Mark

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Mark winced when the bathroom door slammed closed behind him. He had meant to close it gently, but as he clung to the towel around his waist, he seemed to have lost his hold on the door.

Nervously, he cast a glance in your direction, sighing when it appeared that you hadn’t even rolled over. It was late and he’d just gotten home. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up, for a multitude of reasons. One of them being you scolding him for staying out with the Dreamies so late. He just couldn’t help it. He felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever.

He padded across the floor to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers when he heard you shift under the blankets, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, thinking you were awake.

When you didn’t respond, he thought you’d simply fallen back to sleep, that is, until a breathy moan stopped him dead in his tracks.

“(Y/N)?”

“Of fuck! Mark!” you called out, louder this time.

His mouth ran dry as spun around, eyes wide as they scanned your silhouette under the comforter. Your hips were moving, grinding against nothing, your fingers delicately clutching the top blanket as you threw your head back and moaned again.

Fuck…

Mark could feel his member hardening as he watched your body writhe on the bed, caught up in whatever dream Mark was doing. And damn, dream Mark seemed to be doing a damn good job.

“Mark please!” you begged, eyes still closed tightly.

Mark swallowed thickly, now torn between waking you up and fucking you senseless or simply getting himself off and waiting until morning to make your dream a reality. However as your eyes suddenly flew open, his question was answered for him.

“Mark?” you asked breathlessly.

A smirk crawled onto Mark’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, hand finding your thigh under the blankets.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

He let the towel drop from his body.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned before diving under the blankets.

He pushed your thighs apart and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jolt and whine before kissing up your body.

“How about you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” he asked, smirking.

You looked away as embarrassment crept up, but he caught your jaw, making you look at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y-you were eating me out, but you wouldn’t let me cum,” you whined.

His smirk only grew.

“Maybe we’ll have to try that next time,” he said before pressing his member into your heat, making your back arch off the bed in desire.

Haechan

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Sleep was hard to come by for Lee Donghyuck. One would think that after multipe schedules with multiple units he’d be completely tuckered out and seconds from sleep by the time he finally got home, which was partially true.

He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy. Not yet at least. After so many schedules, dance practices specifically, he was wired, energy and adrenaline continuously pumping through his veins. It was his hope that taking a hot shower would wash away the energy and allow him to get some sleep, but as he settled into bed beside your sleeping body, he couldn’t keep away the wiggles.

He squirmed this way and that, but he tried not to move so much he woke you up.

“Hyuck…” your voice groaned.

He paused in his movements, stilling completely as he waited for you to chastise his movements and tell him to sleep on the couch if he couldn’t be still, something he was seriously considering, but when no other words left your lips, he just assumed you were sleep talking like you did at times. Except this time, instead of muttering something else incoherent, a low moan escaped your throat, making Donghyuck’s blood freeze momentarily.

When he did roll over, it was to smirk at your sleeping for, eyebrow raised as he waited for more of his favorite sounds to escape your perfect lips.

With another moan, Donghyuck was on you, hovering over your body as if he expected you to wake up any moment and give him that teasing grin you knew would get you in trouble. However, when you didn’t move, your still as relaxed as a sleeping person’s, he sighed. You weren’t awake. But… That didn’t mean he couldn’t wake you up.

Under the blankets, he shifted his body until his hips where between your spreak thighs. No more sounds had left your mouth and, for a moment, Donghyuck almost felt guilty about wanting you, however, as his cock strained against his too tight boxers, he knew he wasn’t about to use his hand to get himself off, especially not when you and your dreams had caused his issues to begin with.

“Babe.” he whispered, lowering his hips onto yours, pressing his clothed member against your underwear-clad core.

You didn’t respond, head lulling to the side.

Again, Donghyuck toyed with the thought of leaving you to sleep, feeling almost like a creep for being on top of you while you were sleeping, but as your back arched and a loud gasp left your lips, it was game over.

“Right there Hyuck!” you moaned out.

“(Y/N) Wake up!” he snapped, admittedly a little louder than he meant to.

Your eyes snapped open, immediately shrieking at the boy on top of you.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed.

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

Embarrassment crept onto your face, pulling a smirk onto Donghyuck’s.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

With a nod, Donghyuck made haste removing your clothes before pressing himself into your heat, drawing a long moan from your lips as you were finally filled.

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

genre: idol au (reader is a producer for sm ent.), mutual pining, fluff, smut (minors dni)

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, sexual content (handjob, protected sex, oral, light overstim, soft dom yuta)

wc: 7.4k

synopsis: while you have always tried to ignore your feelings for your charming idol coworker yuta, he’s been holding himself back, waiting for the right time to tell you how he feels. but how much longer can he stand to be in the friend zone while enduring his friends’ constant teasing? 

a/n: YUTAWAP ALERT! it’s finally here. huge shoutout to @jungwooforever for helping me finish this fic 🙏 i hope you all enjoy! 

taglist: @jaeyutabae @readers-posts @aquamxrina @gfksz @procaatination

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“Y/N, hey, wake up.”

You woke up with a slight jolt from the soft voice and gentle nudge to your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you slowly opened them to see a cozy looking Yuta standing over you, dressed in a white t-shirt and black beanie. His long black hair fell in front of his eyes, but you could still see the amused expression on his face. With your vision still blurry, the handsome idol seemed straight out of a dream. You blinked up at him a few times just to make sure you weren’t still dreaming. He smiled at your disheveled state, gesturing for you to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. Okay, I’m definitely not dreaming, you thought, wiping your hand on your jeans. You were currently sitting in one of the open workspaces on the recording floor of SM’s new building, the huge window in front of you revealing the bright lights that illuminate the night life of the city below. 

“What are you still doing here?” Yuta asked, grinning at how cute you looked with your messy hair and sleepy, half-open eyes.  “It’s 2 am.”

“Just working on a couple songs. Holy shit, I didn’t realize what time it was,” you said, yawning. “Did you just finish recording?”

“Yeah, Johnny’s in the booth right now. We have to be back at 9 tomorrow morning for a schedule, so we’re gonna leave as soon as he’s done.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow at 8:45 with some of the other producers,” you groaned, running your fingers through your hair. “I should probably head out.”

“Want me to walk you out?” he offered, helping you put on your sweater when you were struggling getting your arm through one of the sleeves.

“Sure,” you said, packing up your laptop and other belongings. You knew you didn’t have a choice. Yuta, in his usual gentlemanly fashion, always insists that he walk you out when he finds you alone, especially when it’s late like this. Of course you never leave your apartment without pepper spray and two years’ worth of self defense class knowledge ready to whip out if necessary, but you never protest because how could you possibly say no to someone who just wants to make sure you get to your car safely? More so, how could you say no to Yuta?

As you walked together to your car, the chilly night air drew you closer to the tall man beside you, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You couldn't tell if your goosebumps were from the cold or your proximity to the man you’ve been hopelessly attracted to for what seems like forever. Yes, of course you have a crush on your friend and coworker, Nakamoto Yuta, but in your defense, who in the world wouldn’t? Still, you mentally kicked yourself for your body’s reaction. Despite the many years you’ve been friends with Yuta, he’s never failed to make your heart skip a beat from doing the most random, bare minimum things (in this case, literally just being next to you). He’s seen you laugh, cry, trip, and drool all over yourself, all of which you’ve always just laughed off, but of course you only ever get flustered around him when it’s completely unnecessary. 

Even though you’re embarrassingly attracted to the charming idol, your relationship with Yuta is very precious to you. You met while working on 127’s second mini album, which was one of your first big projects at the company. You fondly remember when you first talked to him, he was drawn to your stories about your time spent in his hometown, Osaka, excitedly asking about your favorite places and restaurants. You lived in Kadoma with one of your friends for a short time after college because she was from there and you desperately wanted to get out of your hometown. You and Yuta quickly bonded over your similar experiences and memories of the city, and he didn’t seem to want to leave you alone after that, always inviting you to get coffee or food. 

Since then, you’ve bonded over other things- movies, fashion, Japanese rock music, world views, et cetera. Yuta has called you one of his closest friends on many occasions, which is one of the biggest reasons you’ve decided to keep your feelings to yourself. If he sees you as nothing more than a friend, you’ll gladly stay in the friend zone as long as it means you get to be around him.

“You said your last meeting would be over by noon, right?” he asked when you finally arrived at your car, leaning against the door after you loaded up the passenger seat with your things. 

You nodded, “Mhm. 12:30.”

“Do you want to meet for lunch then? I’ve been wanting to get tteokbokki, and I don’t want to go with Jungwoo because he always makes me pay.”

“Sure, I’ll text you when I’m done so we can meet by the cafe.”

“Alright, it’s a date then,” he said, winking and opening the car door for you. “See you tomorrow.” 

There it is. See, the thing about Yuta is that he knows the effect he has on you. Seeing your eyes widen, he grinned, closing the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back, hoping your tinted windows hid how your cheeks went from pink to beet red. I need to go home and put my ass to bed before I lose my mind, you thought, trying to shake away all thoughts of your dreamy idol coworker (that never really left your mind, even as you fell asleep that night). 

~ 

Despite setting five alarms in an attempt to get yourself out of bed the next morning, you still rushed out the door twenty minutes later than you wanted to. This means that you would have to wait until after your 8:45 meeting to get the coffee you so desperately needed. Great. 

When you finally arrived at work, you frowned at your reflection in your car’s sun visor mirror. No amount of concealer could hide the dark circles under your eyes that proved just how tired you were. Taking a sip of the lukewarm water that had been left in your cup holder for god knows how long, you slung your bag over your shoulder, locked the car, and prayed that you would stay awake for the meetings.

As you walked into the building, you heard a familiar voice call your name by the elevators.

“Yuta!” you said, the smile on his face making you feel a bit more energized. “Please don’t look at my dark circles, I know I look like a zombie.”

“Ah, you’re a cute zombie, though,” he said, grabbing your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide your eyes from him. If your heart rate wasn’t already a thousand beats per second when you first heard him call to you, it sure was now. He noticed your slight blush and smiled even more. “I had a feeling you could use a pick me up before your meeting, so I brought you a coffee.”

You could’ve dropped to one knee and asked him to marry you right then and there (or both knees and done something else to show your gratitude).

“You are an angel. You have no idea how much I needed this,” you took a sip of the coffee and smiled up at him even more when you noticed that it was a vanilla latte- your favorite. This man is going to be the death of me, you thought. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Yuta felt so proud of himself for remembering your favorite coffee as you looked up at him like he was a superhero that just saved your life. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was already almost 8:40.

“Go to your meeting! I’ll see you later.”

He pushed the up button on the elevator and ushered you inside, chuckling to himself when you took another sip of your coffee and pretended to shoot an arrow at him, the “arrow” being a finger heart. You were so happy you didn’t even think to cringe at what you just did. As the doors closed, you giggled when he clutched his chest pretending to be shot. 

Yuta tensed up when he felt a presence behind him, tearing him away from his cute little moment with you.

“Workplace romance?” Doyoung teased, nudging Yuta’s arm. Of course his nosy ass was watching the whole thing from an inconspicuous distance. “What is this, a drama?”

“Yes, Mr. Sukka Sukka. And I’m the male lead this time.”

Doyoung flashed Yuta his I thought we were over this look, shaking his head. “You know, I brought her coffee last week. Does that make us rivals?”

“No. You brought her an iced americano when you got Starbucks for all the staff. Her favorite is vanilla lattes.” 

“I guess I’m no match for you, loverboy.”

Yuta was a bit surprised that his friend was in such a teasing mood today after they had spent all night in the recording studio (Doyoung never has this much energy in the mornings), but he did suppose getting to work half an hour early to buy you a coffee proves that he’s been a little extra attentive to you these days. In Doyoung’s eyes, this made Yuta the perfect target. Yuta knows this, of course, but honestly, he doesn’t care. You’ve been working extra hard, producing songs for the company as well as artists outside of SM, but you always greet him with a smile no matter how tired you are. You have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen and in his mind, it’s even prettier when he’s the one that caused it.

He’s one hundred percent sure he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it means Doyoung is going to make a smartass comment about it. 

~

While waiting for you to get out of your meeting, Yuta couldn’t stop thinking about what Doyoung said. Yuta doesn’t usually dwell on his feelings for you (he just knows he likes you, plain and simple), but the words “workplace romance” have been stuck in his head all day. Could what you two have be considered a workplace romance if he hasn’t even confessed to you yet?

Of course Yuta plans on telling you how he feels. He has always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and he knows that he wants to tell you that he likes you. He just doesn’t know when he wants to have that talk with you. You’ve been so busy with work that he can’t help but think it would be a little cruel to drop the confession bomb on you when you already have a million things on your mind. Nevertheless, it’s been torture for him having to hide his true intentions.  

He so badly wants to take you on real dates and bring you gifts without having to disguise it as a friendly gesture. He wants to take pictures of you and hold your hand and tell you how pretty you are, but that would definitely be a little creepy to do right now when he’s barely more than a good friend to you. He just has to wait for the right time.

~

After hours of sitting through two back to back meetings, you walked out of the conference room at exactly 12:30, hungry as hell. You had some snacks earlier, but you were in desperate need of some real food. You texted Yuta that you were heading to the elevator and would meet up with him in a few minutes (of course, he was already waiting for you). 

In his typical, mischievous fashion, Yuta decided he was going to test the waters with you a bit today. If he was going to keep you both waiting for his confession, he could at least have a little fun. As you approached him, Yuta grinned and held out his arm to offer you a… hug?

You froze, brain short circuiting trying to figure out what to do. After a split second of panic and confusion, you decided to wrap one of your arms around his waist in a friendly side hug, deeming that most appropriate based on your height difference. You rarely hug Yuta, and it would be an understatement to say you were simply surprised that he would initiate one at your workplace of all places. But you welcomed it anyways, leaning your head against his shoulder tentatively and sighing at the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Was he wearing more than usual today? Or are you just not used to being this close to him?

Yuta smiled when you finally relaxed into the hug, enjoying how perfectly you fit pressed into his side. Just those couple of seconds made his heart swell, and he silently hoped this would open the door for more physical contact between you two. To his satisfaction, your cheeks were bright red when he pulled away, which you tried to hide by looking down to get your phone out of your bag. Yuta knew the effect he had on you, and it never failed to boost his ego just a tiny bit (and yes, he did spray some extra cologne just to see how you’d react). 

“You ready to go?” he said, nodding toward the exit.

Collecting yourself, you nodded, following him to the door. You walked a couple blocks to the restaurant and sat down at a table for two in the corner, ordering everything that sounded good. You did not mess around when it came to eating when you were hungry, and you were ravenous.

It seemed like Yuta was too, because you both stuffed your faces with tteokbokki while talking about anything and everything. While sharing a story about how Taeyong got blackout drunk the other night after a few glasses of wine, Yuta got a text from Jungwoo telling him to ask you to join them for karaoke on Friday. 

Earlier that week, Haechan insisted Yuta, Doyoung, and Jungwoo spend their Friday night out as opposed to their usual ritual of doing absolutely nothing. Yuta had suggested they just stay home and play video games, but Haechan wanted to “spice things up” as he put it, as if they don’t all sing for a living. But whatever Haechan wants, Haechan gets.

“Are you free after work this Friday?”

“Mhm,” you said with a mouthful of rice cake. “Why?”

“Some of the guys wanted to go out for drinks and karaoke if you’re interested.”

You swallowed, eyes lighting up at his invitation. “You had me at drinks. Who’s going?” 

“Doyoung, Jungwoo, Haechan, and me,” he said, taking another bite. 

“Ah, that’s gonna be so fun! I’m in!”

Yuta didn’t know why he didn’t think to invite you in the first place, but he was glad you were coming. It’s always fun hanging out with you and the guys, and the more time he gets to be around you, the better. Suddenly, he was a lot more excited for karaoke night than he was before.

~

Friday night rolled around, and you were more than ready to just relax and enjoy yourself. When your Uber dropped you off at the karaoke place, you texted the group chat that you were there, and a few seconds later spotted Jungwoo’s bright blonde hair peeking through the door of your group’s karaoke room. 

“Y/N, come on, you’ll miss the opening number,” he said, dragging you inside by your arm.

Haechan was already warming up with the “opening number”, which of course was Sofa by Crush, while Doyoung and Yuta sat on the couch in middle of the karaoke room, neon green, blue, and pink lights reflecting off the walls and the faces of you and the four men.

You joined the two who were sitting down, greeting them and pouring yourself a drink. When Haechan finished his first song, he passed Jungwoo the microphone and ran over to you, shoving Doyoung aside so he could sit next to you. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I have our song ready to go,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

You smiled, clinking your glass against his and finishing the drink in one go. “Give me a few drinks to warm up, then I’ll be ready.”

No one was surprised when Jungwoo sang boat by George, the catchy song making everyone sing along with him. While Doyoung sang idontwannabeyouanymore, you and Yuta swayed to the music and took a shot together, the liquor making you feel giggly and loose. 

“You ready?” Haechan said after Jungwoo and Yuta finished their enthusiastic cover of Twice’s Likey, holding his hand out for you to take.

“I was born for this,” you replied, twirling the microphone in your hand and standing up from the couch with Haechan’s help. 

You and your duet partner looked at each other longingly, getting into character for your signature number while standing about seven feet apart. You almost laughed when you remembered that you two had only done this song in front of Taeil, Doyoung’s confused expression making you press your lips together to keep from giggling. 

The music started and Doyoung’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized what song it was.

“Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice, so I call your name…”

Haechan swayed to the beat, closing his eyes dramatically as he sang the first verse of Michael Jackson’s I Just Can’t Stop Loving You.

As you both sang the first half of the song, you slowly stepped closer to each other until you were passionately performing face to face, Haechan reaching out to rest your chin on his finger while getting a little carried away with his lines. You were all smiles, the alcohol in your system letting you belt out the lyrics and move your hips without an ounce of embarrassment.

Doyoung and Jungwoo whistled as you and Haechan attempted to hit the high notes together while holding onto one another. Doyoung caught a glimpse of Yuta watching the pair intently with his jaw clenched. Well, this is interesting, Doyoung thought, smirking. He nudged Jungwoo’s arm, pointing to Yuta with his chin so Jungwoo would see how Yuta was trying his very best to not look like he wanted to strangle Haechan (and failing miserably). Jungwoo smirked and gave Doyoung a knowing look.

By the time you and Haechan finished the song, chests rising and falling as you both tried to recover from your passionate Michael Jackson tribute performance, Doyoung was already out of his seat, shoving Haechan away from you and taking his microphone.

“Y/N, this one’s for you,” he said, looking through the song catalog. “Jungwoo, put on Stay With Me by Chanyeol.” 

At those words, Yuta stood up and walked out of the room after announcing that he needed to use the restroom. That was a lie, of course. He just didn’t want to watch Doyoung serenade you with a love song. Yuta seriously didn’t think a silly little duet would be able to work him up so much, but he couldn’t stand to watch Haechan hold onto your hips the way he did while you practically moaned the lyrics to him. He knew you were just having fun with the song, but part of him wondered just how much of that was an act.

He shook his head, no, no, no. He’s just being… jealous. Jealous? Why is he jealous when he hasn’t even told you how he feels? He has no reason to be upset at you for singing love songs with his friends. He took a deep breath. You’re just having fun, he thought to himself, turning around to walk back into the room.

When he saw Doyoung’s arms wrapped around your shoulder while you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, Yuta decided that this wasn’t fun anymore. He honestly felt betrayed even though he knew Doyoung was only doing this to get a reaction from him. Well, it was working. Doyoung cupped your cheek in his hand as he sang to you while Jungwoo and Haechan swayed along with their phone flashlights up. Yuta joined them on the couch, deciding to just suck it up for another few songs.

After Doyoung’s serenade, Haechan suggested everyone go back to the dorm to hang out, which he called “the after party.” You thought that was a lovely idea, especially after Haechan mentioned that Mark ordered pizza for everyone. If there was going to be food or drinks, you were going, simple as that. 

Everyone gathered their things and headed out, Yuta helping you walk to the car since you were a little tipsy. Yuta forgot how touchy you are when you drink since usually you bring a female friend to cling to when everyone goes out together. However, tonight it was just you and thankfully, you chose Yuta as your designated teddy bear, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder the whole drive back. 

When you all got to Mark’s dorm, Johnny and Jaehyun came upstairs from theirs to join you guys in the living room. Taeil and Taeyong were getting dinner with the managers, so just the eight of you shared the four pizzas Mark had ordered since he forgot about his two other members’ plans. That didn’t seem to be a problem since Jungwoo could easily finish an entire pizza by himself. And he almost did.

By the time everyone had their fill and were ready to make their way back to their rooms to either play video games until 4am (like Haechan, who had already abandoned the group to play Pubg with the dreamies) or actually sleep, it was already pretty late. Jungwoo told you to just stay the night since you didn’t have work tomorrow and you figured that was a pretty good idea since you didn’t want to ask anyone to drive you home at 1am. 

“Oh, could I borrow some clothes? And a blanket, please,” you asked, removing your makeup with the wipes you always keep in your bag. 

Jungwoo, knowing it would push Yuta’s buttons to offer you one of his hoodies, immediately spoke up.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Yeah, you grab a blanket and I’ll get her some clothes,” Yuta said, stopping Jungwoo right in his tracks.

He had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Jealous Yuta was way too entertaining.

When you were all settled in, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that almost went down to your knees, Yuta joined you on the couch.

“Thanks for inviting me… and letting me stay here,” you said, adjusting the pile of pillows and blankets the boys had all brought you.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm. Did you?”

Yuta grinned, reaching for your hand that was in your lap. “I did. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t get to sing a duet with you like Haechannie.”

You laughed when he pretended to pout, threading your fingers through his. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll sing with you next time.”

“How do you think you can make it up to me right now?” 

As soon as he said that, he moved closer to you, tilting his head towards yours so you had no choice but to look at him. “Hm?”, he pressed when you just stared at him with wide eyes.  

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, hyperfocused on the way he traced small circles into your skin with his thumb. If that was an attempt to calm you down, it had the complete opposite effect. You were pretty sure he could hear your heartbeat with how close he was to you, and if he didn’t do something in the next few seconds you felt like you would explode

As if he could hear your thoughts, Yuta smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like in those cheesy romance dramas. He wishes he had a more profound reason for choosing this very moment to confess to you, but deep down he knows it’s simply because he wanted to kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you walking around in his clothes. 

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, “And yes, I’m fully aware of the implications of that.”

Those implications being the potential impact pursuing a relationship with you could have on his job. You both knew the company didn’t really mind what goes on in the idols’ private lives as long as they kept them private, but that didn’t make dating any less of a hazard. That is, if Yuta even wants to date me, you thought.

A confession could mean a million things, so you forced yourself to find your voice amidst your surprise. “Are you just saying this to get it off your chest or…”

Yuta simply smiled at you, looking down at where both of your hands were connected in your lap and bringing them up to his lips to place a soft kiss to the back of yours. 

“Do you like me too?” he asked.

You nodded, which didn’t seem to be a good enough answer for him. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

The tone in his voice sent goosebumps down your spine and you unconsciously shifted in your seat. Suddenly, the tension in the room was so thick you could hardly breathe. 

“I like you, Yuta,” you said softly, knowing that if you spoke any louder your voice would tremble.

When your gaze shifted down to his lips, he grinned, leaning forward to finally close the gap between you two. He kissed you tentatively at first, sensing how nervous you were, and when you finally relaxed into his touch, he went all in. 

Fuck it, you thought, letting Yuta pull you closer to him when his hands found their way to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved onto his lap to straddle him, which made Yuta grin into the kiss. As you pushed him further into the couch, he ran his hands up and down your back underneath your shirt. The atmosphere was noticeably different as you both pulled away for air, and he moved his focus to your neck as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Yuta,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly to pull his face back to yours. “What if they hear us?” 

He looked so pretty under you, hair messy from your hands running through it, lips swollen and parted as he tried to steady his breathing. You almost forgot about the others in the rooms right next to you. 

“Do you think you can stay quiet for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pulling your lips back to his.

All you could do was hum into his mouth as your tongues danced back and forth. His hands fell to your waist, holding you down on him, making you squirm and grind onto him without even thinking. The friction between your bodies caused Yuta to slightly bite down on your lower lip and moan into your mouth. Please don’t stop, he thought, drunk on the feeling of you on top of him.

“Hey Yuta, are you out here,” Jungwoo called from down the dark hallway, causing you both to jump, and you moved off his lap onto the couch. 

“Yes, what do you need,” Yuta whispered-shouted, his tone bitchier than he intended, making you laugh. 

“Jaehyun broke our speaker again, can you come fix it,” he asked.

“What the hell do you two need music right now for?” 

He stood up, discreetly adjusting his sweatpants before walking over to Jungwoo. “I'll be back in a second Y/N”.

“Okay, I’m gonna run down to Haechan’s room really quick, he accidentally took my charger earlier.”

Yuta nodded, following Jungwoo to his room. You couldn't quite see, but you heard a grunt in the hallway that made you ninety nine point nine percent sure Yuta punched Jungwoo’s arm.

Once Yuta had disappeared into the bedroom, you took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Doyoung let you inside. When you peeked into Haechan and Johnny's room, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Johnny wasn't there. Haechan was passed out at his desk, headphones still on and his computer running. You reached out to grab onto his shoulder, whispering his name and shaking him awake. 

“Oh, hey Y/N, what's wrong?” He groggily took off his headphones, setting them on his desk. 

“It worked,” you whispered trying to hold back the smile that tugged on your lips. 

“You're kidding,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as you high fived him. 

~

“Jungwoo, where's the speaker,” Yuta asked when he entered the room, seeing Jaehyun standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. That’s when Yuta realized that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with the speaker. 

“I hate you guys,” he shoved Jungwoo out of the way of the door. 

“I don't even get a thank you,” Jungwoo asked, making Yuta turn around. 

“For what, cock blocking me?” 

“Um, maybe for putting you in the position to get your cock blocked in the first place.” 

“You guys are idiots.” 

Yuta knew it was true, that they were messing with him all night. In a way he was thankful for all that taunting for giving him the surge of confidence to finally confess. However, he would rather drop dead than thank the man that pulled him away from his alone time with you. 

“Before you go back out there to do god knows what, we do actually need help fixing the speaker,” Jaehyun said.

When Yuta walked into the living room a few minutes later after moving the shelf the speaker was on and literally just plugging it back in, he saw you on the couch already asleep. He tried his best to lay next to you without waking you, pulling the blankets over you both. You stirred a bit to wrap your arm around Yuta’s waist and press your cheek against his chest, surrounded by the scent of his body wash and cologne. Even with the small, inconvenient couch you both managed to share, Yuta’s warmth and the sound of his heart beat played a comforting melody to help lull you to sleep.  

~

Now that Yuta finally had his long awaited “office romance”, he was over the moon to say the least. And so were you. The butterflies that would erupt in your stomach at any little thing Yuta did were still there, but now you didn’t have to push away your feelings for him. In fact, you began to enjoy teasing him as much as he enjoys teasing you, tapping his ass when he would walk past you in the hallway or kissing his cheek when you were alone in the elevator (which of course, he would return with a kiss on the lips).

You two made time for one another any chance you could, and with Yuta’s schedule so tight with NCT’s comeback and your new projects adding up every day, you both took advantage of every hour or even minute you had with each other. Even if it was just him dropping coffee or flowers off to you in the mornings before his schedules, you savored every crumb of time with him you could get. He never failed to send you good morning and good night texts, and even if he had a busy day, he would talk to you on the phone on your way home from work. 

That was the case tonight, when he called you as soon as he finished his schedule while you were driving home. 

“I miss seeing you. You could always replace Jungwoo, you know. I don't think anybody would notice then I'll be able to see you more.”

“Oh really? Did my vocals impress you that much,” you laughed, turning off your car when you arrived at your apartment.

“You have the voice of an angel.”

“Okay, now I know you're just trying to get into my pants.”

“What's so wrong with that,” Yuta said, the mischievous tone in his voice loud and clear through the phone.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

“I really miss you. Even if you say embarrassing shit like that.”

“I miss you too Y/N… can I come over tonight?” 

Your heart beat pounded with excitement at the prospect of Yuta spending the night with you. Finally, some real alone time, you thought.

“Yes, of course! Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Not at all. I just want to see you. Are you home yet?”

“Mhm, just got home.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

~

Twenty minutes later, Yuta was at your door, freshly showered and dressed in gray sweatpants and a black tank top. You welcomed him in and offered him a drink, but he just shook his head, pulling you towards him by your wrists.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Water? I can make us cocktails,” you offered, chuckling when he planted a kiss on your neck.

He just hummed, rubbing his nose along your jaw. “I just want you right now.”

You got on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to peck him on the lips. He pouted when you pulled away too soon for his liking, trapping you in his embrace to kiss you again, this time harder and with purpose. His lips moved against yours sensually, and didn’t take you long to figure out that Yuta meant it when he said he needed you right now. 

Before you knew it, you were dragging Yuta down the hallway to your bedroom, his hands never leaving your body even for a second. As soon as you shut the door, Yuta was already sitting on your bed, reaching out to pull you towards him and into his lap. 

“You know what I realized,” Yuta asked as he laid back against your pillows, sighing at the feeling of your lips on his skin while you peppered kisses from his jaw to his collarbones.

“Hm?” you hummed, admiring the smooth skin of his neck that you so badly wanted to cover in love bites, but knew you couldn’t.

“Now that I’ve confessed, I can finally tell you all the things I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“Like what?”

“Like how pretty you are. And how crazy you make me feel,” he said, pushing your shirt up slightly to feel the warm skin of your hips. 

“What else?”

“What if I just show you the rest?” he said, sitting up and flipping you over so he could lay next to you.

Yuta kissed you again, hard and desperate like all of his kisses have been tonight. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you while he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it. He pulled away to quickly discard his shirt, smirking when your eyes traveled down his bare torso to admire the ridges of his abs and the details of the tattoos that decorated the skin of his hips where his sweats hung low. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, helping you sit up so he could gently push your cardigan off your shoulders and leave kisses on the newly exposed skin.

As Yuta trailed his hands down your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, you played with the waistband of his sweats.

Yuta chuckled at your timidness. “Want these off?”

“Want to feel you,” you mumbled, tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

You think you felt him shudder under your touch before he quickly stripped down to his underwear and kneeled between your legs while you laid back against your pillows.

You reached your hand out to palm him through his underwear, gasping at how warm and heavy he felt in your hand.

“Can I touch you, Yuta?” you asked, your chest rising and falling with how badly you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands.

“Of course, baby,” he said, finally pulling off his underwear and freeing his semi-hard erection. 

You wasted no time in wrapping your hands around his shaft and slowly moving up and down, watching how his jaw dropped in pleasure. When you leaned forward to spit on the tip to help you stroke him easier, he groaned and had to fight back the urge to thrust into your hand. 

You swore that the pretty sounds that slipped from his mouth were the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and you found yourself reaching between your legs to pull your underwear to the side and rub yourself for some relief from how aroused you were. 

When he saw what you were doing, Yuta pulled your hand away from his now fully hard erection and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your visibly damp panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Such a needy girl. Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” he said, reaching into the pocket of his discarded sweats and pulling out a condom.

“Please,” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Yuta quickly rolled the condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds to collect your arousal. 

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, rolling your hips up to get him to finally push into you.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Yuta, now please, need you feel you inside,” you whined, wiggling your hips.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly entering you, holding your legs open with a possessive grip on your thighs. After a few minutes of slow, shallow movements, Yuta picked up the pace, losing himself in the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing him perfectly.

You were absolutely mesmerized by the view above you, Yuta’s fluid, rhythmic thrusts making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy. You whimpered his name when he started going faster, worried that his hips would leave bruises on the back of your thighs from just how hard he was pounding into you. 

“That’s it baby,” Yuta moaned, pulling you by your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The filthy sounds he let freely spill from his lips made you clench around him like a vice. You writhed around beneath him, trying to get him to slow down so you wouldn’t cum so soon. His fast, hard thrusts were getting you there a lot faster than you expected, and everything felt so damn good that you wanted it to last as long as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you swear you’ve never been this turned on in your whole life. You tried to distract yourself by letting your hands roam his torso, once again tracing the outline of the intricate butterfly tattoo on his hip and running your thumb over his navel piercing. God, he’s a work of art, you thought, watching the way his abdominal muscles contracted with each thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, when he dragged two fingers into his mouth and brought them down to your clit to rub quick, hard circles. The new stimulation almost sent you over the edge, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in a weak attempt to hold yourself together.

The man above you felt like he was losing himself too, every single one of his senses completely overwhelmed by you. The visual of you laid out in front of him was one he wanted burned into his memory for the rest of his life. You looked absolutely perfect with your fucked-out expression and desperate hands roaming every inch of his bare skin they could reach. Yuta’s hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit was occupied with holding your leg to your chest so he could hit as deep inside you as he could. You felt like absolute heaven. Your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from between you two sent a wave of arousal throughout his whole body that he had to force down so he wouldn’t finish right then and there.  

“Need to feel you cum around me, baby,” he groaned, knowing the way you were squeezing him meant you were close. 

“I’m almost there…,” you moaned, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull him down to you. “Please kiss me, Yuta.”

Of course Yuta couldn’t deny you anything, so he leaned over you, holding himself up by his forearms and pressing his lips to yours so hard it made you dizzy. He wrapped a hand around your jaw and kissed your mouth with such fervor it felt like he was trying to make sure you would never forget the taste of him. Meanwhile, his hips pistoned into yours relentlessly, leaving you with no choice but to cum, and you came hard.

“Look at me, baby,” Yuta breathed against your cheek, watching your body convulse and your eyes flutter closed at the intense feeling of your orgasm. 

The way your walls squeezed around him triggered his own release, and he quickly pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and jerking himself all over your stomach. He would’ve felt bad about making such a mess if you didn’t look so fucking hot pianted with his cum. 

When you finally came down from your high, Yuta looked like he wanted to swallow you whole, dark eyes fixed on the wetness between your legs. He left wet kisses down your jaw and neck, crawling down your body until his head was nestled between your thighs.

“I don’t think I can-”

“Just one more, for me. Please,” he said, looking up at you. “Don’t make me beg.”

The idea of Yuta begging to eat you out was enough to make you cave, letting him throw your legs over his shoulders so he could hold you against his face securely. He felt your hands grab his hair, tugging on the dark strands with just enough force to make him groan in pleasure. He wasted no time diving in, making out with your pussy until his lips were coated in your arousal.

At the sound of your whimpers, Yuta began to fuck you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit making you pull on his hair to get him to slow down. 

“Yuta, I’m so sensitive, please-”

“I’m sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?” he said, slowly running his tongue back and forth over your clit.

At the change of pace, your orgasm gradually creeped up on you until it washed over you in waves of pleasure that seemed to last forever as Yuta’s mouth worked you through your climax.

You had to pull him away from you, chest heaving and a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. As soon as he sat up, Yuta’s mouth was on yours and he kissed you with so much desire it made your head spin. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue while Yuta dragged you into his lap, holding you as close as he possibly could.

When you both pulled away for air, you collapsed against his chest, your body exhausted from everything Yuta put it through. 

“Tired?” he asked, stroking your hair.

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his shoulder, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said, laying you down so he could grab a wet washcloth and some clothes for you.

When you were all clean and dressed in one of your big t-shirts, Yuta laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you, Y/N,” he admitted, tightening his hold on you.

That snapped your brain out of its sleepy haze and you smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Then I’m yours, Yuta,” you said, noticing the way your words made his heart beat a little faster. 

“Really? You promise?” he teased, kissing the top of your head.

“I promise.”

~ʚїɞ~

a/n: even though it took me FOREVER to finish, i loved writing this fic sm ^-^ tysm for reading and please feel free to leave feedback in my asks! <3

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Daddy’s Struggles

Parenthood is a dream of many and generally, everyone has an idealized image about having a child, but no one talks about the difficulties that sometimes come with it.

A 95 line series

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—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: johnny x reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 10K

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, angst, parenthood!au

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mentions of pregnancy, divorce, cheating, child rejection (?), money theft, allergies, hospitalization.

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Everything is going wrong for Johnny, going through a divorce is not easy and in the process it gets worse, he loses his job and has to take care of his only son with few resources. He wanted to get ahead on his own but he ends up getting help from the person he least expected.

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—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: boss!yuta x secretary!reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 10k

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: angst, fluff

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: language, mentions of sex, child abandonment

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Yuta is a true businessman who has no plans to marry or start a family, however all this changes when someone leaves him a curious gift in his office and turns his whole life around.

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—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: taeyong x reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: -

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: romance

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: -

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Being a young, single father isn’t easy for Taeyong. After almost two years of mourning the death of his wife, he decides it’s time to look for a new partner, although everyone rejects him for having a daughter. Will the day be very far from finding someone who will accept both of them?

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"Babyyyy..."

"Hmmm?" He answers, not taking his eyes off the sheets in his lap.

"Don't you want to take a break??" I say and massage his shoulders.

I feel him sighing and relaxing under my touch.

"Baby, I need to finish these." He smiles at me, but he looks tired.

"You're so hardworking babe." I smile, brushing his hair back.

"And you notice this now?" He smirks.

I find myself giggling kissing his dimples.

"Yah, you're actually distracting me!" He makes a shocking face as he realizes.

I pout then laugh. "I'm sorry you're just cute when you're concentrated like this... You look like a baby."

He scrunches his nose as his adorable dimples appear.

"Ahh y/n, you do this on purpose!" He complains and places the sheets on the table, too flustered to go on with his work.

Our eyes meet as I sit on his lap. "I love you." I bow to kiss his forehead. "But I think you know it too well already."

"I love you more my girl." He pulls me back as we fall on the couch laughing.

He gets closer to me, or noses brushing each other and foreheads touching.

"I love you so much." He whispers, his breath hot on my lips.

My fingers tickle his cheek and the next second our lips connect in a soft, loving kiss.

Our fingers intertwine, as he holds one of my hands.

His other hand travels down my waist, pulling my body closer to him. There is no more space between us at all.

As we pull apart to catch our breaths, his eyes flicker with thousands of emotions and I loose myself into the way his face turns red and he chuckles.

"What?" He says shyly.

I'm sure my face is even redder than his.

"Nothing... I'm happy." I answer.

And I am.

Happier than ever.

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This is heartbreakingly painful and I loved it. The development of the relationship and the hope that came with it paired with the fact we all know that it is built on a lie gives this story a very dynamic and realistic feel. My favorite scene as to be when Yuta tells her and the imagery with the ballerina music box.

the jerk;

∎ This is the one brother that just is a real jerk. He’s the one that causes issues for the fraternity and other organizations because of his personal vendettas. Sometimes he’s even mean to his own brothers. He’s just a hard person to like as a whole, but maybe behind that façade of bad boy there’s something more, you just have to break it down to find out.

∎ pairing: yuta x reader.

∎ genre: angst; fluff; SLOWBURN!; strangers to…something; fratboy!yuta; ballerina!reader;

∎ waning: alcohol consumption; violence; abusive relationship with parents;  

∎ word count: 20.4k.

∎ summary: Was he your guardian angel? Or was he just the devil in disguise? Maybe your mind knew one thing but your heart wanted to believe something completely different. That’s something we cannot control. When Yuta appeared in your life with flashing lights, you never thought he would be the one to teach you that there’s more life out of your comfort zone, he was the one that showed you that there’s always a plan B. But you cannot live a life that is tainted with a big ugly lie—and Yuta knew that, he knew that it would explode inside of his chest someday and that same lie that built your relationship will be the one responsible for its destruction. 

But that’s something you do when you care about someone who needs you—you sometimes lie. 

∎ A/N: there’s going to be part II. Don’t worry, i got you.

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Again, this series is so beautiful. The expression of the reader’s feelings in relation to her dancing is done so well and it makes me want to read this a thousand times over.

the jerk; pt. II

∎ This is the one brother that just is a real jerk. He’s the one that causes issues for the fraternity and other organizations because of his personal vendettas. Sometimes he’s even mean to his own brothers. He’s just a hard person to like as a whole, but maybe behind that façade of bad boy there’s something more, you just have to break it down to find out.

∎ pairing: yuta x reader.

∎ genre: angst; fluff; SLOWBURN!; strangers to…something; fratboy!yuta; ballerina!reader;

∎ waning: alcohol consumption; violence; abusive relationship with parents;  

∎ word count: 11.5k

∎ summary: the story comes to an end after Yuta’s accident. 

READ PART I HERE. 

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Accidental Encounters

Summary: You never thought that one of the most popular guys at your  university would ever be the one walking you home. Turns out he’s a big dork, and you end up falling hard for him anyway.

Pairing: Yuta x Female!Reader {College!AU}

Genre: enough fluff to make your teeth rot

Warnings: none, just some saccharine sweet fluff

Word Count: 4.8K

Note: I haven’t re-read this, so when I do I’ll correct any errors.

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