THE SECRETARY PROBLEM 🖋️(part 2)
College Au Yuta Okkotsu X Reader
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“You’re making this difficult for me.”
His head tilted slightly, studying you like he was genuinely considering something.
“Or maybe,” he continued thoughtfully, voice dropping another shade lower,“You’re just waiting for me to lose control first.”
"When the usually reliable student council secretary starts slacking off, the strict council president, Yuta, decides to deal with it personally. But what starts as discipline quickly turns into something neither of them is ready to admit."
The next afternoon, you ran into the council room again.
Yuta was already there. Waiting for you.
He didn’t even look up at first.
“You’re late,” he said calmly.
“Again.”
You slowed your steps. “Sorry, Yuta. I tried to come here as fast as I could.”
Silence.
You shifted awkwardly.
“Yuta?”
Finally, he looked at you.
“You’re distracted.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb.” His voice sharpened slightly. “You’ve been like this for weeks.”
You blinked.
“Partying. Drunk. Late. Absent.”
You looked down at the floor. You turned silent.
“Don’t tell me those twins are the reason you’ve been distracted.”
Your throat tightened.
You gulped.
“NerdJo and FratJo?”
He nodded once. “…Mhm.”
“They’re just my friends!” you said quickly.
“Friends?”
The word sounded skeptical.
“The kind you skip meetings for?”
“I— I missed one.”
“Two.”
You frowned, frustration creeping in.
“Why do you care?”
His gaze hardened.
“What I care about,” he said slowly, “is my secretary.”
You said nothing.
“My secretary whose attention is clearly somewhere else—”
“That’s none of your business.”
The room went still.
Something shifted in his expression then.
“And clearly,” Yuta continued quietly, stepping closer, “my secretary needs to be reminded.”
Your pulse quickened.
“Reminded of what?”
His eyes darkened.
“Your place.”
Before he could give you a chance to get a word in, he pushes you against the edge of the table, trapping you in place.
For a moment, you froze.
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
Your mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. The shift was so abrupt, so unlike the composed, controlled version of him you were used to seeing.
Yuta… punishing you.
As in, like this?
Your mind betrayed you instantly, flipping through every late-night fantasy you’d ever entertained—the ones you pretended not to think about. The ones where he lost patience, where restraint snapped, where he kissed you senseless until you forgot how to argue.
You watched his jaw shift—clenching. Loosening.
You could practically see the gears turning in his head. Like he was debating something.
Is he actually thinking about it?
About taking you right here?
Or—
Your breath caught slightly.
—about kissing you?
The thought alone sent a warm, dizzying heat rushing through your chest. Your chin lifted almost automatically, defiance settling into your posture as you met his gaze head-on.
Go on.
The space between you thickened with tension, the silence stretching until it felt almost unbearable. You held your ground against those unnerving black eyes of his, refusing to look away even as your heart hammered wildly against your ribs.
He’s going to kiss me.
The certainty crept in slowly, curling into something dangerously close to satisfaction.
You almost smiled.
The smug curve threatened to form on your lips, but you held it back.
You didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
You simply waited.
He was so close now you could feel the warmth of him, the faint brush of his breath against your mouth.
And yet…
He still hadn’t kissed you.
Your brows knit together slightly.
What is he waiting for?
You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
And instead of closing the distance, he leaned just a little closer to your ear.
Close enough that the low rumble of his voice slid directly against your skin…
“I’m not kissing you until you ask for it… sweetheart.”
Your head jerked slightly in surprise.
“I—what—”
The words came out sharper than you intended. Annoyance prickled under your skin.
But was it really annoyance?
This—right here—was something you’d imagined more times than you’d ever admit out loud.
You’d been wanting to kiss him for far longer than you should have.
Longer than was safe.
Longer than was fair.
Your mind had replayed this moment in endless variations: the tension, the closeness, the feeling of his hands on you. In those fantasies, though, he never hesitated.
He never asked.
He simply took what he wanted.
And if things were different…
If there wasn’t someone else tangled up in the story—
You probably would have given yourself to him already.
But there was someone else.
His childhood best friend.
The vice president.
Your chest tightened at the thought.
And yet…
When you looked at Yuta now, desire was written so plainly across his face it made your breath hitch. His eyes kept dropping to your lips, lingering there with a hunger that was impossible to hide.
He wanted this.
He wanted you.
He was standing so close you could feel every soft exhale of breath against your mouth, could see the faint tension in his shoulders as if he were holding himself back by sheer force alone.
And still—
Infuriatingly—
He didn’t move.
Still trying to be a gentleman. Instead of taking you here right now.
Your teeth sank into your inner lip without thinking.
Your brows furrowed.
Your pupils widened slightly under his watchful gaze.
And the second he noticed, something in his expression shifted.
Like the sight alone was enough to crack his.
“Y/n,” Yuta murmured softly.
Your name sounded different in his voice—lower, rougher.
His tongue dragged slowly across his lips before his hands settled on your waist.
You gasped softly, startled by the sudden contact.
“You’re making this difficult for me.”
His head tilted slightly, studying you like he was genuinely considering something.
“Or maybe,” he continued thoughtfully, voice dropping another shade lower, “you’re just waiting for me to lose control first.”
His eyes flickered with something dangerously close to amusement.
“Hmm?”
Your pulse skipped.
“Go on,” he coaxed softly. “Say it.”
His fingers brushed lightly against your hipbones—so faint it barely counted as a touch. More like a ghost of contact.
A promise.
As if he were memorizing the shape of you.
Saving it for later.
For the moment you finally gave him permission he clearly didn’t need—but wanted anyway.
Your throat tightened.
“B-but I thought you and the Vice president—”
“Jealous now, are we?”
His voice held a teasing edge, but the way his eyes searched your face was far too serious.
You snapped back immediately.
“You were jealous first.”
A breathy laugh escaped him, warm against your cheek.
“Goodness,” he murmured, clicking his tongue lightly, “you have no manners.”
The disapproving sound contrasted completely with the amused curve of his lips.
“You are not fair,” you muttered under your breath. “Why do you do this to me?”
He leaned closer again, until your foreheads were almost touching.
“Does this feel,” he said quietly, leaning even closer, “like I don’t like you?”
His expression shifted then—something darker flickering across it.
And then you felt it.
Something firm pressed lightly against your thigh.
Your entire body went still.
Your heart lurched so violently you were sure it must be audible.
For a split second, you genuinely thought you might faint.
His mouth hovered near your ear again.
When he spoke, his voice was rough—almost strained.
“I’ve always fucking wanted you, sweetheart.”
Your stomach flipped violently.
You weren’t entirely sure how he managed to make the word sweetheart sound like a warning… or a threat.
But somehow he did.
And the worst part?
You liked it.
Far too much.
The heat flooding through your veins left you dizzy, reckless, dangerously close to losing whatever restraint you had left.
Your hands curled against the edge of the table as you tilted your head back slightly, meeting his gaze again.
Your voice came out breathless.
“Damn it, Yuta…”
Your patience finally snapped.
“Just kiss me already.”
Part 1
I’m still writing the next part! I’ll post this fanfic as a whole once i’m finished. I love seeing your reactions in the comments, it motivates me. So don’t be afraid to comment! 🤣