pairing: sunbae! idol! Yuta Nakamoto x rookie! idol! female! Reader
word count: 2.6k words
genre: fluff
summary: You are a rookie idol who is a huge fan of Yuta.
warnings: cursing, a lot of crying, korean terms, Reader is super shy and young, mention of kidnapping and death (but in expression, not in the dark way)
pairing: convenience store worker! Yuta Nakamoto x female! reckless! Y/N
word count: 6.8k words
genre: fluff, angst, smut
summary: Working in a convenience store is a boring job until he met her.
warnings: alcohol, cigarette, drugs, mention of receiving a blowjob, condoms, mention of jail, Yuta calling Y/N weirdo, wasting food, flirty remarks, mention of stalking, Melanoma (skin cancer), Y/N becoming bald, mentions of vomiting, mentions of blood, cursing, making out, penetrative sex, safe sex, exhibitionism, masochism, mentions of death, drama (please inform me if I forgot something)
Requested by @by-afdjjhxx This isn’t like the movie but I just took the whole idea and tried to come up with this. The smut part sucks but I still hope you’ll like this. ❤ Feedback are welcomed since I knew this is lacking.
Inspired by Yuta’s cover of the same title. Happy Valentines everyone! 🥰🥰
pairing: soccer player! Yuta Nakamoto x foreign! sportscaster! Y/N
genre: fluff, a little angst, long distance
word count: 3.1k
summary: “Kami-sama, please let us meet before the winter ends”
warnings: mentioned alcohol
Kami-Sama means God in Japanese. And the phrase “The moon looks beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” is a poetic way of saying “I love you” in Japanese.
Inspired by Yuta’s cover of the same title. Happy Valentines everyone! 🥰🥰
pairing: soccer player! Yuta Nakamoto x foreign! sportscaster! Y/N
genre: fluff, a little angst, long distance
word count: 3.1k
summary: “Kami-sama, please let us meet before the winter ends”
warnings: mentioned alcohol
Kami-Sama means God in Japanese. And the phrase “The moon looks beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” is a poetic way of saying “I love you” in Japanese.
The thing about Nakamoto Yuta was that he intimidated everyone.
Whenever he walked into a room, the people ducked their heads and avoided their eyes, because the last thing they wanted to do, was meet his.
He had a sense of power. Rightfully so, as he was one of Seoul’s richest and most successful CEOs but climbing the ranks so easily at such a young age had it disadvantages.
His came in the form of solitude.
Spending all his time with his nose in his books and presence in business meetings, Mr. Nakamoto had no time for dating, no time for women. Despite this, women threw themselves at him. Even his own colleagues introduced their daughters in hope he might taking a liking to them, but it was useless. He turned each one down with a soft smile and an even softer apology. It was their fault; he simply had no interest.
Until he met you.
You had come into his firm fresh out of school, seeking an intern position, hoping the company saw potential in you and offered you a permanent position, but it wasn’t the company that did, it was Nakamoto Yuta himself.
The first time he laid eyes on you, you were huddled over your keyboard furiously typing away, hair falling into your eyes, and completely unaware of your surroundings.
When he cleared his throat to get your attention, you had looked up with incredulous eyes, perfect lips set in a pout, eyebrows quirked.
He watched you slowly realize who he was, and as you bowed in respect, his entire body seized in spikes of ice and fire.
The form fitting pencil skirt and too tight blouse hugged your body in ways he wished his hands did. It wasn’t right to think of you like this. You were his employee, and noticeably a few years younger than him, but that didn’t stop his mind from producing such filthy images of you bent over the desk for everyone to see.
So, it became a habit.
Every morning he would greet you at your desk, you would bow in return, and his mind would develop filthier and filthier fantasies.
Within a month you were offered a position, but not as a first-year associate like you were interning to be. Mr. Nakamoto wanted you to be his personal assistant.
You almost refused on the spot. You weren’t interning to run and get peoples coffee in the morning, and do their dry cleaning, you were there to become one of the best damn associates they’d ever seen, but the details were very convincing.
You would get paid almost triple an associate’s salary, they’d rent and pay for an apartment of your choice, provided it was in the same building as Mr. Nakamoto, and they’d buy you a car. You really had no choice but to graciously accept.
Plus, being that close to someone so handsome and powerful wasn’t half bad as you’d come to learn.
When Yuta got word that you had accepted the position, he had been slouched in his office chair, watching you through the glass.
How could someone so pretty be working a job like this? Slaving over paperwork day in and day out. Someone with curves like yours should be treated like a queen, a goddess to his god.
Extending his offer of employment was the only way he could get close to you, and as you accepted, it seemed you’d want the same thing.
First day on the job wasn’t too bad.
You mostly sat around filtering through paperwork and highlighting important text. It was busy work. Something to keep you occupied in the corner while Yuta sat at his desk sneaking glances at your uncovered thighs.
They looked so soft, so cute and innocent, so small compared to the size of his hand.
And your blouse, partly unbuttoned exposing the tops of your breasts when you leant down to highlight something.
It wasn’t fair how seeing only a little bit of your body made his suit pants tighten, restricting his growing bulge.
By the end of the first week, he was sending you home early, because he couldn’t stand you in his office for the whole day. It was too much.
At the end of the first month, he could have sworn you were teasing him with each flirtatious conversation.
It was obvious he wanted you. You could feel his gaze on you each day you went in. You purposefully undid your blouse and rolled your skirt up a little too far. You wanted him to want you.
And so, he did.
It was just before lunch when he was called into a meeting. He debated on sending you home now but tossed the idea away when he realized you needed to be there to take notes.
It was what you were hired to do, anyways.
You two seemed to be the last ones to enter the conference room, so you had no choice but to take the two chairs on the end facing each other.
Sitting down in a huff, you realize you were the only woman in the room.
Great.
Yuta didn’t particular like when all the men turned to see you both walk in. He wanted to be the only one that saw you. The only one to watch you.
Oh well.
As the meeting dragged on, yuta couldn’t keep focus. Instead, he took it upon himself to watch the way you wrote the notes so carefully.
His gaze traveled up from your hand, up your arm, and across your chest, exposed by the low cut of the blouse you were wearing. His eyes lingered a bit too long on your neck, mouth watering at the thought of pressing delicate kissing along the vein that stood out. He flicked his eyes up to your lips, mind wandering on how it would feel to bruise them with his own. When he was done savoring the image, he finally met your own eyes. He quirked an eyebrow, immediately making your cheeks grow hot.
You look at your paper, furiously scribbling. Anything to forget that Nakamoto Yuta was staring at you like he wanted to fuck you right then and there.
Perhaps it was instinct rather than actual common sense that took over you in the moment, but the next thing you know, you slip off one of your shoes. From underneath the table, you find his inner ankle and slowly drag your foot up his leg.
You find smug satisfaction when he jumps at your touch. A few of the men at the table looks his way but find nothing interesting and turn back to watch the presenter.
Thank god the table was solid wood and not glass like in his office.
When you reach his inner thigh, you look him in the eyes. His are filled with shock, mouth turned down in a small frown. You could tell he was holding his breath, waiting for your next move.
You quirk an eyebrow at him, like he did to you not to long ago, and gently press down on the crotch of his pants. He closes his eyes slowly, and you feel his hips move against you. He was too vulnerable in this position.
You keep your foot there for the rest of the meeting, only moving it when the presenter concludes.
The look on Yuta’s face is hardened. His lips were pressed into a thin line, eyebrows drawn down to accentuate his dark eyes.
Uh Oh.
The walk back to his office was held in silence, his hand rest on the small of your back, guiding the whole way. He had you slightly in front of him to conceal the bulge in his pants. You’d be smug about the whole situation, but his fingertips dug into your back.
He closed the office door behind him and immediately pulled the blinds down to hide you two from view. The only window left open was the one that looked out onto the city skyline.
No one could see you from there.
You sat timidly on the edge of his desk, waiting for him. It was his move now.
He walked up to you slowly, took both of his hands and placed them on your knees, pulling them apart so he could slot himself between your thighs.
“Did you think that was funny?” He asks, looking down at you.
Your eyes are downcast, gleaming at the floor when you respond, “Yeah, actually. Feeling you jump was pretty funny.” You snicker.
He curls his lip, “Darling I don’t think you understand what you got yourself into,” he grabs your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him, “Do you?”
“If you’re talking about fucking me, you haven’t been very subtle,” his grips tightens, “so yes, I’m very aware, Mr. Nakamoto.”
He crouches down so that he’s eye level with you, “You weren’t so subtle yourself Darling, “he smirks at you, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you unbuttoning your shirt and parting your legs so I’d stare.” You were beginning to squirm in his grasp, so he lets go, and instead rests his hands on your thighs, rubbing them, kneading them.
“I was not doing that for your attent-“ a thwack resonates through the room as a burst of pain intermingling with pleasure spreads over your inner thigh.
“No lying.”
Heat flood your core. Who knew you were into men being dominant and stern with you?
“Fine.” Your hands reach out and grab his tie, pulling him close to you so that your lips were inches away from his, “I wanted you to see me. I was practically begging for your attention. I can’t believe it took you this long to notice. “
God, he wanted to kiss you so badly, but he couldn’t yet. He hadn’t toyed with you long enough.
“Took me this long? I’ve thought about fucking you since the first day we met. It was a matter of timing since then, don’t you think?” his hands play with the hem of your skirt, “besides, you haven’t been a particularly good girl. I don’t think you even deserve it.”
His hulking frame towers over you as he straightens up. You were so small compared to him. So cute but acting so dirty.
He slips a hand under your skirt and drags a finger up your inner thigh, making your breath catch in your throat.
“I do deserve it.” You whine, pushing your hips out to gain friction.
He pushes your thighs further apart with one hand and cups your panties with his other, “a little impatient, are we?”
His touch felt like fire, flooding your stomach with heat, and alighting you with such passion. The guy you knew wasn’t only powerful and commanding in his professional life, but also in his personal and fuck it was hot. “I just want you “
Your hands, which were still holding on to his tie, reach for his belt, but he slaps them away, “Stop.”
“But I want to touch you.” You reach for his belt again, but he grabs your wrists and pins them back against the desk.
“I said stop. I don’t want head.” His shaggy blonde hair was falling against the top of his lashes, which were so long that each time he blinked, the bottom and top ones tangled together.
He grabs your sides and pulls you off the desk, “turn around.”
You comply, spinning around so that you were facing the window. Your hips hit the desks ledge, and Yuta pushes your back so that you were lying face down. His hands go under your skirt, and you feel his fingers curl around the top of your panties, pulling them down so that they sat around one ankle.
He flipped the bottom of your skirt up, so that you were completely bare to him. “You look so pretty like this,” He takes twos fingers and pushes them into you, eliciting a small whine from your lips, “And you’re already so fucking wet for me.” he breathily spoke, gently smoothing his fingers between your folds before pulling them out and easing them into his mouth. Sucking on them slowly, a hum emitting from his throat.
You weren’t sure what to do, the ache between your legs growing worse now that his fingers rested on your thigh, cool against the warm skin
You hear him unbuckle his belt behind you, and before you could say ‘please’ he’s pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
“You’re so small, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, rather to himself than you.
“Yuta, just fuck me, please.” You groan, pushing back against him so that you could feel him again.
“Don’t – don’t call me that.” He says, cheeks heating up, “reminds me too much of work.”
“What do you want me to call you?” you were growing impatient. Did it really matter what you called him?
“Call me daddy.” He voice is barely a whisper. This was obviously a kink he didn’t disclose often.
“Just fuck me, please Daddy.” You speak in the most innocent tone you could muster.
He groans behind you and situates his hand on the small of your back, the other guiding himself between your legs. It felt like heaven pushing into you, feeling your walls pulse against him.
He was big, but not uncomfortably so. Just big enough to reach your g spot almost immediately.
“Fuck – ah, hold on” Yuta waited a moment, his lips peppering light kisses over your shoulders as he moved his hips into you, pulling almost the whole way out, before pushing back in again. He stretched you out, his tip grazing the sensitive flesh of your walls as he slowly fucked you, his mouth parted, his eyes fluttering closed.
He's dreamt of this moment for months, and now that it was here, he be damned if he came too fast.
“You feel so good” you moan out, your head cloudy from the pleasure he was giving you.
His body caged you in, arms holding himself up on the desk while he thrusted in and out of you. He liked to watch his cock disappear between your thighs, because each time you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
Your hands scratched at the ledge of the desk, hoping to gain some purchase, to grab onto something. His hips pick up in pace, the slapping sound of skin against skin mixing with his grunts and your whiny moans.
For a split second you wonder if anyone outside could hear you, but the thought is forgotten as soon as yuta grabs both your hips to help pound into you quicker.
“Ah slow down, please, shit” you arch your back, trying to adjust your self, but he pushes you back down against the desk.
A half-hearted spanking lands on your ass, “Don’t run from it baby, take it like the slut you are.” He switches up his pace, slowly sliding into you and then sharply thrusting at the end of his sentence. It almost knocks the wind out of you.
You could only imagine what he looked like, as he had you in such a way you couldn’t turn to see. His blonde hair was probably matted to his forehead with sweat, shirt hanging off his shoulders, abs glistening. He probably had his eyes closed tightly, or maybe he was watching himself fuck you.
He grabs your hair and wrenches your head back, “call me daddy.”
“Please, Daddy, please fuck me.” Your sweat made the desk slippery, and with each thrust you were sliding.
“Say it again.” His hips slammed into yours sporadically, and you could tell he was getting close. His hands grasped at the flesh of your asscheeks, spreading them apart so he could watch himself sink into you, again and again.
“Daddy please. I promise I’ll take it like a good girl.” Your cheeks heat up. It was humiliating calling him that, but in the best way.
“Take it like my good girl,” his tongue darts out between his lips in focus.
Your surprised when you feel his hand snake underneath you to rub at your clit. You were even more surprised when he found it, rubbing harsh circle into the bundle of nerves while also maintaining his rhythm.
“Shit, please, daddy, please.” You couldn’t form a coherent though, only beg him in tiny whispers that he may or may have not heard. You couldn’t tell.
You felt the pit of your stomach tighten into a ball rather quickly, “you wanna cum?” He asks half out of breath.
“Yes daddy! Please!” all you could think about was releasing the knot in your stomach.
Fuck he was almost there. Almost. “Hold on a few more seconds darling, I know you can,“ He unthreads his fingers from your hair and instead, leans down so that his torso was flat against your back. He wanted to be as close as possible when he came inside of you. “Cum. Now. Cum with me."
Finally, the words you were waiting for, his permission. You whimpered between pouted lips, his consistent movements all too much. Your whole body shaking as an unfamiliar feeling burst in your stomach, strained mewls rolling from your tongue as you reached your high.
Yuta sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder while he finished, emptying ropes of milky white cum into you. His and your essence mixed together as he continued to pump himself slowly, overstimulating himself to a little too much.
Heavy pants filled the room as the both of you caught your breaths. He stayed inside of you for a bit longer trying to stop himself from cumming again. You felt too damn good.
“So am I still your personal assistant.” You couldn’t fathom him fucking you and then firing you, but you had to double check.
“How about my personal fuck toy?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
description: mr. nakamoto wants you to be patient and kind with yourself after you tell him about the negative thoughts you have about yourself.
warnings: not proofread. please let me know if there are some grammatical errors ♥︎
“mr. nakamoto, i-i don’t even know why you’re with me. i’m worthless. you deserve someone so much better yet you pick me… i always find a way to fuck things up, i always find a way to be annoying and useless, ill always be a burden to everyone around m-“
“that’s enough, y/n.” yuta interrupts you coldly as he sits down next to you, placing both of his large hands on his thighs as he lets out a deep sigh, glancing at you.
“look. i know you want to vent and let go of many stressful and negative feelings right now but blaming yourself for them is not the way. using yourself as your own punching bag will just generate more problems that you don’t need. y/n, i know it’s hard to not insult yourself for problems that are yet to be solved in your life, but trust me: insulting yourself is just going to make it way worse. i know it’s hard to have a positive image about yourself, but you should try your best to be patient with yourself, to care for yourself and learn how to forgive yourself. you’re sweet and you have a warm heart, you aren’t annoying. you aren’t worthless. everyone that lives has a purpose in life, all of us are worthy. you matter, you really do. maybe it’s hard to believe right now since from what i can guess, you’re going through a tough time. i picked you because you’re the only girl my eyes can see. you accept me even with my lack of emotion. you accept the fact that i work as a mafia leader.”
mr. nakamoto says all of this in a monotone but soft, silky tone as he gently holds one of your cold hands, giving you a soft but subtle smile. he lets out another deep sigh before standing up and going to the kitchen; you tilt your head, confused over his sudden action. you decide to not follow him, sitting on your own bed as you reflect on the words mr. nakamoto just said, his tone of voice resonating throughout your ears: you couldn’t get his words out of your head, even if you tried your best, you couldn’t. a few minutes pass by, and you hear footsteps approach your room, accompanied by a tall figure who was mr. nakamoto, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. he sits down next to you, blowing on the hot chocolate gently in order to cool it off for you.
“since it’s almost christmas we can start off by drinking some hot chocolate, yea? maybe this can help you get warmer, since your hands were really cold.”
he comments as he gently gives you the mug filled with hot chocolate made by him. you gently blow on the hot chocolate for a little while before tasting it, your taste buds greeting the delicious flavor of hot chocolate. the taste is rich, not too sweet, it’s honestly one of the best hot chocolates you’ve ever tried. you smile to yourself as you take little sips of the drink. you could tell it was made with a lot of care and love, by your boyfriend.
“do you like the flavor, y/n?”
mr. nakamoto asks and you nod energetically, smiling brightly at him as you continued slowly sipping from the mug he prepared for you.
time passes, and you finally finish the drink. you hold the mug with both of your hands, smiling brightly at mr. nakamoto thanks to the hot chocolate that he prepared for you with such love and care.
“thank you, mr. nakamoto. you’re always so nice to me. this hot chocolate was probably the best i’ve ever had yet.” mr. nakamoto smiles softly at your words, ruffling your hair a little bit as you laughed.
“i’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it. you deserve it. try to be more kind to yourself next time you find yourself in a situation like this, okay? you know i’ll always be here.” his smile broadens as he takes your mug and places it on the nightstand next to your bed. after this, he grabs one of your warm blankets and places it on your legs to keep you warm.
“it’s time to rest, okay? tomorrow will be another day. i have to continue working. i’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” mr. nakamoto says as he kisses you goodbye, leaving the room after gently closing the door of your bedroom.
“see you tomorrow, mr. nakamoto…” you whisper to yourself, finding yourself in a calm state of mind after being in yuta’s care. you lay down on your bed, hugging your pillow tightly as you doze off to a calm and deep sleep.
Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs
A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD
Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping
It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.
Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.
Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.
As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"
So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.
"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels
"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes
"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat
Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.
Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.
"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare
"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling
"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes
"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully
"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting
Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.
Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.
However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.
After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.
Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.
Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.
Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.
"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members
"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace
Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.
Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.
Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.
"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming
"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly
"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned
"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise
"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off
"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on
A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD
Vampire NCT to smelling blood that leads to them to find their soulmate who is human
(gif credit goes to: parrotjaemin)
RenJun Version
Dark shadows fall upon the earth that he’s been cursed to walk upon for the remainder of time (or until someone figures out a way to overpower him and deprive him of the source that his life now depends upon…which is really the only way to actually kill his kind). The blood-moon stains the earth with an unruly red light that only serves to mock him and his suffering as he, once again, finds himself confronting his inner demon of which he has yet to come to terms with. RenJun is new to this dark world, only recently (10 years ago) being turned. He hates this life, he views himself the way every human does, but he has no way of turning back time to prevent the disastrous outcome that has befallen him. RenJun has hated hiding away in the shadows as he watches his dear friends and family mourn his changed form and grow more distant from his as each second passes by. RenJun despises the torment that looms over him everyday as he feels himself having to fight harder and harder to keep a sense of himself normal, tame, controlled, non-monstrous. What’s worse of all however is the knowledge that someday he’ll cave, what little sense of connection to his past human being self that he has within him will fade and he truly will be 100% the monstrous, blood-sucking, heartless vampire that the human race sees him as.
RenJun hates to think but, as he looks up at the bright red moon, he wishes that he could find someone who understands him and would care for him and treat him like a normal person, as if he were still a human deserving of love and social connection. Even if it meant that the other person had to have suffered the same fate as him, or will suffer something similar, RenJun just wishes that someone could be there for him to guide him and help him feel more at ease with the fact that he’s a vampire. Perhaps that what those “soulmates” that the others of his kind were talking about. Maybe RenJun is hoping for a soulmate to come along and make him feel human again. But even so, how could that be? No matter how human he may feel that wouldn’t change the irreversible fact that he’s a hideous bloodsucker.
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The hours pass as though no time has passed at all for the lone creature. He continues to stare out into the open world that goes along existing with a fake facade of bright lights and skyscrapers, fast cars and beauty all-around to inspire those with little hope to keep going and to ease the fear that resides in many. Oh how RenJun has come to hate those lights, those skyscrapers, those humans- the ones with bright futures and bright outlooks on life-the ones that turn a blind eye to the suffrage of the world and those around them-the ones who believe that no wrong will happen to them-the ones who believe that there’s nothing to fear! Oh how he hates them!!!
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The calling of survival can no longer be ignored. RenJun reluctantly steps away from his place in search for the vile substance that keeps his soulless body functioning. The demon within it craves it but RenJun still loathes it, however, there are times when the call of the demon cannot be ignored… the time for feeding being one of them.
RenJun comes out of hiding from underneath the city streets to find some poor soul that’s barely hanging on to life, those are the ones he feast upon for, surly, they see no foul in his doings… he’s doing them a favor by relieving them of their suffering just as he wishes could happen to him. What RenJun fails to comprehend though is that tonight won’t be like any other night for him for those who are creatures of the night only fall under the light of a blood-moon on the night that they shall find their eternal love. Tonight RenJun will receive a gift that he has wished for for so long.
With everything the moon’s graceful beams falls upon churning with a stained color of crimson, it takes RenJun by surprise when he sees a human passing by that fails to be stained the same ghastly color, what catches his attention even moreso though is the strong, overpowering, sweet scent that exudes from the being before him which he has never smelt before during a ‘hunt’. The demon within fights for its carnal right to race over to that being and suck them dry but another sensation forges through as well, an overwhelming sense of possession and desire that RenJun has never felt before and it all surges within him solely because of that ethereal being that happened to be unfortunate enough to cross his path.
Before RenJun knows it, faster than a blink of an eye, he is upon the human that has driven his senses crazy. The demon within has overpowered him and locked his in his own mind just it has overpowered the poor soul who has toppled over and been pinned down by his body with a force unlike any other. RenJun is terrified of what he’ll end up doing to this poor human and pleads to his vampiric senses to release them but all is for not, as the person beneath them screams for help and thrashes underneath him, he finds the source upon them that caused his senses to go haywire- a small cut covered by a bandaid on their finger. For a moment he stalls, only to consider where to clamp down and claim this human but only a moment for the instinctual act of stinking his fangs into the human’s neck wins over all other possibilities in the end. What’s different this time however is that RenJun feels his vampiric fangs release a stream of venom-like liquids into the body of the human beneath him as he simultaneously sucks at the blood that gushes into his mouth. RenJun is terrified at the prospect of having infected another human, sentencing them to a nearly eternal life of suffering just as his, however, unlike the pained screams which he faced when he was turned, the human below him lets out a mewl as the source released into them courses through their body. This is different. He hasn’t turned them. SO, what has he done then?
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Upon RenJun satiating his hunger, he releases the deathlike bite that he has clamped down upon the humans neck. He follows the rules of licking the wounds to heal them so that the existence of his kind remains a myth to the world of the humans. What he doesn’t follow however, is leaving the body be upon finishing his course. What RenJun finds himself doing next answers the question of what he’s just done. As he takes a stand, he clamps a vice-like grip on the human that had just been his prey, bringing them up with him. He then speaks: “Dear darling, I’ve been waiting years for you to arrive. Now that you’re by my side I shall never let you leave me. You will be mine. My pleasure, my pride, my love, my soulmate. You are now mine and you will never leave.”
SO that’s what he’s done.
He’s found his soulmate and he has just claimed them in a way that reminds him of his fateful night where he was claimed and chained to a life of suffrage. “I’m sorry my love” is all he can think as his vampiric demon still holds control over his form, swooping his newfound mate into the darkness to welcome them to their new life with him, “If I had had better control of myself then I wouldn’t of let this happen to you. my soulmate, I’m sorry.”
summary: You had enough of your on and off relationship with Yuta. It was a never ending circle. Yuta didn’t know how to open up to you, how to show you that he loved you and that was driving you crazy. You never felt loved or important, he always pushed you away but this time you pushed him away and ended things with him,
genre: established-relationship, angst (tbh idk what type of fic this i’m sorry)
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating
wc: 2.9k
song rec: listen to emotional bruises by Madison Beer while reading! <3
NOTE: hii, i hope you enjoy my first yuta fic, i wanted to write a fic for this song for so long now. this is not as big as my other fics, i had no time to write a full fic, i’m sorry, but i’ll write a full fic for september! (
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How do I word this?
Was about to write you this letter but it was just curses in cursive
You probably deserve it
But that’s so impersonal
Should tell you in person
I hope it don’t hurt you but then I’ve been hurt too
By you
The truth is
All you do is leave me emotional bruises
now
Dear Yuta,
Let’s break up
No that’s not it, you think and try again.
Fuck you for breaking my heart over and over again. You’re an asshole, I don’t want to see you ever again.
Love, Y/n.
Is that too harsh?
Fuck it, you thought. You had to break up with him and you had to do it face to face. After being too scared, you finally decided to move on and break up with the man who breaks your heart.
Yuta hurt you so many times and you forgave him, you knew you shouldn’t, but you were in love. You loved him too much to let go and it was killing you.
You were in front of his apartment. It took you almost five minutes to knock on his door.
warnings!! yuta x y/n, dom!yuta, bulge kink, size kink, praise kink, yuta has black hair and tattoos, reader is out of breath.
now playing slide by chase atlantic
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you try to catch your breath as he continues to move into you in a way only one could dream of. finally managing to open yours eyes once again, the sight in front of you makes you loose your breath once more. yutas hair has fallen out of the ponytail it was once in, framing his face and sticking to the sweat gathering on his forehead, tongue peeking out of his swollen lips as he focuses on making you tremble. he chuckles at your attempts to keep your eyes focused on him, “that’s good baby. keep your eyes on me.” the urge to run your fingers against yutas new addition to his collection of tattoos adorning his abdomen, causes you to run your hands down your body to reach his. you get interrupted when you feel it....oh my god. is that?.....
you slowly bring your eyes down to your hand that now lays on your stomach. what you see confirms what you felt. a bulge forms in your stomach every time yutas thrusts into your heat. you can see his cock inside of you. the whimper you let out makes yuta’s eyebrows furrow as he looks down at you. “baby what is it?”
yutas eyes follow your arm down to where your hand lays against your stomach. “...fucking hell.” yuta takes his hand and pushes it against the bulge where he’s positioned in your stomach, testing your reaction. the pleasure that rips through your body causes you to shake in his hold, he lets out a low growl. “shit y/n, you are so fucking tiny compared to me oh my god, you take me so so well baby.”
yuta then grabs your hips and slides deeper inside you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out one of the prettiest whines he has ever heard. “you see that right there? yeah? do you feel that?” he says as he holds your hand above where’s he’s buried inside of you. “no one can you fill you up like i can, no one.”
♫ i know you wanna love, but i just wanna fuck
and girl you know the deal, i gotta keep it real. ― B.E.D, jacquees.
pairing ceo!yuta x assistant!female!reader.
Most people treated you as if you were a god, simply for gaining Nakamoto Yuta’s attention. Simply for him allowing you to be in his presence. Simply for him treating you with the upmost respect. As his assistant, you honestly thought his behavior was normal. But, boy were you wrong. His assistants―employees, come and go, and how wrongly it may sound, he never seemed to care. But, with you, it was a different story. Yuta could never think of you as his employee. And, most people took great jealousy to that. Not that he gives a fuck. You were more. So much more. The recognition he was causing, was the last thing on his mind. How could he think about absolutely anything but you? It just wasn’t realistic in his perspective. A princess was what you were in his love-drunk eyes. His princess, whom he’d do anything for.
“Here are your documents, Mr. Nakamoto―”
“Yuta. Call me Yuta, sweetheart. We talked about this haven’t we?” To say he was astonished about your angelic aura was an understatement. He was unconditionally captivated. Everything about you was unreal. You, in general, were undoubtedly ethereal.
You blushed profusely, “Sorry, Yuta. Here are your documents.” You handed the man the files, internally smiling once feeling his hands brush yours, while grabbing the files. You, being an innocent little thing, didn’t know Yuta’s movements were intentional.
“Mhm. Thank you, sweetheart.”
That’s how the very, very short conversations between You and Yuta usually went. So you’re honestly not sure why this one was so different. Different.. physically. Physically by him, finally giving up on all his self control, and latching you onto his lap. Yuta reached the point, where he just could not hold himself back anymore. You were a sin. An absolute sin. And as stated, he’d do anything for you. Even if it meant ruining his hard-earned reputation.
“Fuck―I can feel you rubbing that pretty pussy on my thigh, baby. Shit. Keep going. Keep fucking going.” Yuta was a hot-mess. He was frantically spiting out words, which made no sense, afraid of this moment being cut short. “Wanna eat that cute little pussy. Would you let me, angel? Would you let me lick and suck on that pussy all night long? Hm?”
You nodded frantically, “Yes, Daddy,” your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, while your clothed cunt rubbed against his dress pant.
Yuta brought his hands down to your ass, reflexively gripping at the soft flesh, before giving it a harsh slap. “This fucking ass is going to be the death of me.” He growled.
“Shit.” Yuta removed you from his lap, causing a whine to flow from your lips, before being replaced with a hoarse moan. Yuta had his tongue fondling with your clit, all the while both his hands massaged your thighs. “Wanted to taste this pussy for so long,” He spoke against your folds, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. “So delicious. Fuckin’ delicious, babydoll.”
His tongue laid flat against your pussy, “Grind on me, princess. Use me.” Yuta was never a fan of giving head when it came to his previous exes, but also as stated, you were different. And, he didn’t mind stepping out of his comfort zone when it came to you. Your movements were laced with slight hesitation, but once Yuta egged you on, you grew quite comfortable. The feeling was unknown. You weren’t necessarily a virgin, but you weren’t necessarily a girl who got laid daily, either.
“Mr. Nakamoto,” You whined.
“Shh. That’s my good girl. Such a good girl for daddy.” Yuta left a lingering kiss onto your mound, before diving back in.
Summary: She really hated the guy, his stupid smirk, and flirty attitude was an annoyance at work. Outside of work though, matters were different.
(A/N): I don’t think I like this very much. But I was getting so tired of studying that I just sat down and wrote this in go. I’m also going on vacation tomorrow so I’ll try to post but might not. Let me what you think I guess.
pairing: sugar daddy! Yuta Nakamoto x sugar baby! female! Y/N
word count: 1.3k words
genre: slight fluff, slight angst
summary: The bright red lines told you you’re pregnant but you cannot, not now.
warnings: sugar daddy-sugar baby theme, unwanted pregnancy, planned abortion
I cannot find the exact request but this is for you who requested the pregnancy fic with sugar daddy Yuta. I’m sorry it took so long and thank you so much for your patience.
main characters: soccer coach! gamer! Yuta Nakamoto, history sub teacher! otaku! fujoshi! Y/N
other character: soccer team captain! Jung Sungchan
word count: 4.5k words
genre: fluff
summary: Love is hard for an otaku. Moreover, a fujoshi.
warnings: anime terms, mention of ‘gay porn’, unrequited love
inspired by the anime ‘Wotakoi: Love is hard for an otaku’
And yes, he gives off that energy. If not PE, he can be also an Ethics teacher. Either way, I think Yuta would be a really great teacher if he’s not an idol. 🤭
