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dad!yuta | insta posts 2

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Entranced ||| Yuta x Reader

Summary: Waking up in Yuta’s arms in the morning, bc who doesn’t want that Genre: FluFF, tiny bit heated but like not much Warning(s): None Word Count: 855 Theme Song: None really, but this was the ambience I listened to AN: Written on a whim. I’m surprised I had the energy to do it. Hope yall enjoy it!

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The curtains did little to dull the morning sun, which had finally dragged itself out from beneath the blankets of the horizon, coaxing the sky into colour and birds out of their sleep.

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open, immediately catching the glint of the mirror, happily reflecting the shred of direct sunlight that soared through the small gap in the curtains and straight into your eyes.

Burying your head further into the pillow, you whined as the spectral green dots darted around in the darkness while you shielded yourself from the day.

Your squirming led to a grunt behind you, however, and the arm that was wrapped securely round your waist suddenly loosened as it pulled out into a stretch.

A sweet little yawn sputtered through the air like a tiny puff of smoke as Yuta hauled himself closer to you, barely conscious to the world.

“Morning,” you managed, cheeks smushed by the pillow, your words also being caught in a yawn.

Yuta hummed, the sound of his voice so threadbare that it resembled more of a huff. But it was good to see he was close to the land of the living. 

A few more seconds of silence lingered, while his hand gradually stopped fidgeting with the side of your tank top, and he seemed to still.

“Baby, you can’t go back to sleep...” you sighed, “we’ve gotta get up... soon...”

This time Yuta did huff, but you felt a slow shift in the balance of the bed, and soon enough his legs were flush against yours, his breath hovering by your exposed neck and his hand pushed further beneath you, fingers circling upon your stomach. 

His other hand threaded your hair away from his face and the skin that it had veiled, allowing him to run the tip of his nose gently across your neck.

His lips planted a firm kiss against your skin, laden with that heavy love that was only unveiled in a state of tiredness. He loved you, and he loved you so much that he couldn’t hold back the strength it wielded when he had only just woken up, when his voice had yet to be found.

Shifting across, barely lifting himself away, he pressed his lips against your shoulders, in between them, feeling you tense at the contact and smiling at the small laugh that fell from your lips. He moved up then, round to space below your ear, letting your heart reel as he finally lifted his head up to kiss the shell of it. His touch was hot and made you shiver as you pressed yourself against his, the chu of his lips echoing in your head, the twitters of the songbirds fading into the background of your world. 

Your movement only meant he had to turn his attention elsewhere, and, pulling you over onto your back, those soft lips caressed your temple, your cheek, you nose and then the corner of your own.

He lingered there, as if holding himself back from the final prize that you could tell he wanted so dearly. His hands were holding onto you so tightly, his beautiful eyes barely open as he wavered, waiting for more.

“Hmmm... what are you waiting for, sleepy head?” you whispered, coyly taking strands of his hair between your fingers. The silver locks had long since returned to the wild overnight, leaving them beautifully wavy and framing the sculpture of his face perfectly, but unsafe to comb your hands through as you liked to do.

Those dark, onyx eyes opened fleetingly again, shining in a haze as as they swept the curve of your nose and across the arches of your lips, before they fell closed again, his forehead sinking to rest against your own.

“I love you,” he murmured, voice deep and soothing.  After moments of silence where everything seemed to stop, he closed the gap, nose bumping into yours as your lips met. 

Your heart keened as energy seemed to seep into your system and woke you up, hand tightening reflexively in his hair. Yuta’s kisses were often playful, chaste, but whenever you were alone they were always deep, warm, gradual. They were like sitting in the sun during a late summer’s day, gentle heat enveloping you like water.

Today he was tired, but slowly and surely he rose, tidying the slumbered, rustic edges of his technique as he did so. His lips always melded with yours so perfectly, it was as if they were carved for one another, and it meant you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to live without his touch and his care. You weren’t sure how you’d lasted so long without knowing him.

Sneaking your hand to his jaw you pulled him away softly to catch your breath—every time he came close he successfully snatched it away, and you vowed one day you’d get it back.

“I love you too,” you smiled, thumb trailing up the bone of his cheek as you waited for those eyes to open.

And there they were, never-ending spools of the night sky, completely entranced with you and you alone.

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AN: This turned love-lettery didn’t it. 

oops

Oh well

Long haired Yuta was literally god’s blessing and it will be how I picture him forever from this point onward

Hope you enjoyed!

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➸ request from anon; hello could you maybe do a nct dad au where one of the boys gets another child? maybe taeyong, yuta or doyoung

➸ note; im a lil bit drunk i think so apologies for any tagging spellong errors i do not feel freal rignjt now lol. but i watend to post this thank u for reqeusting bestie  skrry if its short

➸ word count; 437 words

➸ akane; aged 3, kaede; newborn

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‘Look,’ Yuta smiles, his seemingly huge finger wrapping around your new daughter’s tiny fist, ‘look how beautiful she is.’

‘Just like Akane... but smaller,’ you croak, voice hoarse from all of the screaming and lack of sleep.

Yuta, who is laying on his side next to you, removes his hand from your hair and sits up.

‘Do you want some water?’

‘No,’ your voice is still incredibly raspy, your eyes filled with the tears from your yawning, ‘stay with us please.’

‘Of course,’ he lays back down.

‘I can’t believe she is finally with us,’ you say, finally tearing your gaze away from Kaede, ’you have the two girls that you wanted.’

‘Akane will be thrilled,’ Yuta muses, thinking about all of the times that Akane would insist that your baby was a girl.

When you catch Yuta’s gaze, his eyes are glazed over with a faint veil of tears, although you’re not sure from what, tiredness or overwhelming emotion.

‘Do you want to hold her?’ You ask him, ‘I feel as though I’m hogging her.’

‘Yeah, come on Kaede, lets give your mama a little break,’ Yuta moves up the bed so that he is sitting down next to you.

He takes your new daughter from you, who whines and protests at being shifted.

’Sorry Kae,’ he whispers, bouncing her a bit, ‘but surely you know me, right? You heard my voice while you were in there. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if it was possible to love someone like I love your older sister. But today I feel like you’ve made the size of my heart double… I love you so much Kaede.’

‘I can’t wait for Akane to meet her,’ you say as you turn onto your side, yawning, ‘do you think she’ll be happy?’

‘Are you kidding?’ Yuta exclaims, eyes wide, ‘she’s been looking forward to her baby sister for months.’

‘I guess you’re right,’ you sigh, ‘but you know how much I can worry.’

‘And there’s no need for it,’ Yuta removes one hand from Kaede’s body to comfortingly rub your side. You study Kaede’s face

‘I think Kaede looks more like you than Akane does,’ you tell him, ‘Akane is definitely more me than you. But Kaede has your eyes. Your big brown eyes.’

‘She has your mouth though,’ Yuta muses ’so pretty.’

‘I was worried too,’ you admit, ‘I worried whether I had enough love to give her. But you gave me yet another beautiful baby, And I am so grateful that you’re their father.’

‘I love you,’ he grins, leaning over for a kiss.

‘I love you too.’

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morning sickness | n.yt

➸ request; it would be a family request like their wife is pregnant with the second child and has morning sickness in extreme

➸ note; got two very similar requests so thank u so much to you both <3 i hope you like this

➸ word count; 617 words

➸ akane; aged 3, kaede; in the womb lol

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warnings: vomiting

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‘Mama?’ Akane appears in the doorway of your bathroom, clutching her strawberry Hello Kitty stuffed toy.

‘Oh, hi baby,’ you rasp, head still lent over the toilet seat, ‘did I wake you up?’

She doesn’t say yes, instead just mumbling a tiny ‘I heard you being sick.’

‘You know that mama’s not well, but I’m okay-‘

You’re cut off by a wave of overwhelming nausea, prompting you to swiftly throw up into the toilet. You try to shield this view from your daughter with your arm, but you hear her bare feet on the tiles padding towards you. She places her tiny hand on your back, patting it encouragingly.

‘I’m fine, Akane, go back to bed.’

‘What’s going on in here?’ Yuta appears in the doorway.

‘Mama’s sick, daddy,’ Akane points at you, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

‘I’ll take care of Mama, but as long as you go to sleep, okay?’

‘But-‘

‘No buts, off to bed you go.’

Yuta gives you a look before scooping Akane up in his arms, smiling at the way she cradles the teddy to her chest.

He’s not gone for long, returning a short minute later free of Akane, but holding a glass of water.

‘Thank you,’ you croak, taking the water from him and quickly downing half the glass.

He slides down the wall next to you, taking your body into his arms. You rest your head against his chest, closing your eyes in attempt to fight off the sick feeling.

‘You can get through it,’ Yuta says.

You don’t respond due to the fear of vomiting all over his lap.

‘Just like you did with Akane. She was so worth it, wasn’t she?’

‘Mhmm,’ you hum, ‘jus’ hope that I’ll stop being so sick soon. Kans is worried-‘

‘She’ll understand once we tell her about her baby brother or sister.’

‘Maybe we’ll finally get to use the name Kaede,’ you giggle, bringing up the name that you had agonised over while naming Akane.

Yuta giggles along with you, ‘I’m still incredibly surprised that we didn’t name her Kaede.’

‘We came really close, didn’t we? At least we already have a definite girls name.’

‘Hmm,’ Yuta nods, rubbing your tiny bump.

You move your head up so that your forehead is pressed against the side of his neck, placing a lazy kiss there.

He holds you close, rocking you side to side.

‘Do you want me to run you a bath? Help you feel better?’

‘No- just get me some mints please.’

Yuta is about to remove his warm body from you but you protest, clinging to him.

’Not yet.’

‘How about I carry you back to bed? Mints are in the bedside drawer… and I’ll keep you warm.’

‘Please.’ You shuffle around on your butt so that your legs are laying across his lap, giving him the opportunity to lift you up bridal style.

‘Akane is so much like her mother,’ Yuta jokes, your arms around his neck and clinging to him.

Yuta repeatedly kisses the side of your head as he makes the short journey to your bedroom. He tucks you in, handing you a couple of mints from the tin on the bedside table.

You eat them, burying yourself under the covers while Yuta settles in bed behind you, pulling you close, resting a hand on your stomach.

‘Goodnight Kaede-‘

‘Yu, I’m only two months along, we don’t know whether it’s a girl-‘

‘Oh okay, fine, goodnight baby boy or girl. I love you and your sister so so so much.’

He kisses the back of your neck before humming a similar goodnight to you, ‘goodnight love, I love you.’

‘Night, Yuta, I love you too.’

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day alone | n.yt

➸ request from anon: hi! i was wondering if you pls could do a yuta scenarios with akane where he spends the whole day alone with her and they do baby stuff (she would be around 6-7 months) extra: i love your writing so much!

➸ note; hiii thank you so so much!! i actually really really enjoyed writing this and i really like it so i hope u do too <33

➸ word count; 2294 words

➸ akane; aged 7 months

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‘Remember to put her down for her nap straight after lunch-‘

‘Y/N-‘

‘All of the milk I pumped is in the fridge-‘

‘Y/N-‘

‘And she likes eating when I’m sitting in the armchair in her nursery-‘

‘Y/N, I know, it’s okay, she’s in good hands,’ Yuta holds you by your shoulders. Rubbing your arms reassuringly.

‘I know… I trust you,’ you sigh, ‘it’s just hard to leave my baby…’

‘I’ll send you pictures of her all day, okay?’

‘Okay, fine.’

‘Have a good day love,’ Yuta kisses your cheek, handing you your bag.

‘I will… I love you,’ you smile sheepishly, slipping on your shoes and taking the bag from him.

‘I love you too, Y/N, I’ll see you when you get back.’

When you left, walking out of the door into the blueness of the early morning hours, Yuta sighed to himself.

Akane, your seven month old would be awake within the hour. She had now settled into sleeping through the night, much to your shared happiness. Today, you were taking an early morning train to go into the city with some friends as a day off, and Yuta offered to spend the day with Akane while you were out.

He decides to get the bottle of milk out of the fridge so that he already has it once he wakes up Akane, trying his best to quietly trudge up the stairs.

He decides to get the bottle of milk out of the fridge so that he already has it once he wakes up Akane, trying his best to quietly trudge up the stairs.

He decides to get the bottle of milk out of the fridge so that he already has it once he wakes up Akane, trying his best to quietly trudge up the stairs.

When he creaks open the door to her nursery, he’s surprised to see that she’s already awake.

‘Good morning missy,’ he grins, flicking on the lamp.

Akane sits up excitedly, wide gummy smile spread across her little face, melting Yuta’s heart.

‘Did you sleep well, baby girl?’ He wanders over, smiling at the way she reaches for him, ‘did you have sweet dreams?’

She doesn’t really respond, gurgling happily as Yuta lifts her out of the crib from under her armpits.

‘I hope you stay a morning person forever,’ he comments, ‘but you will be a teenager eventually… anyway, are you hungry Kans?’

He waves the white milk bottle in front of her face, laughing when Akane immediately opens her mouth wide.

’Woah, hold your horses,’ Yuta chuckles, plopping down into your feeding chair, sinking into the cushions and guiding the nipple of the bottle towards her mouth.

She immediately latches on, loudly gulping down the milk in huge amounts.

‘You eat so well, I’m proud,’ he remarks.

It’s around eight in the morning, in winter, and the sun is still coming up, the sky a lightening blue hue. It was still relatively quiet, people in the neighbouring houses still at home, getting ready for work or school. Yuta loves these moments, when the world slows down, there’s nobody else in the world except for him, you and Akane, living peacefully with no other responsibilities.

He tries to shake himself awake despite the silence, focusing on Akane wriggling on his chest and the repetitive sound of her gulping.

Eventually, she pulls away from the bottle, and Yuta resists the urge to burp her.

‘Oh, I don’t need to burp you, do I? You’re getting to be such a big girl…’

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Yuta thinks he is getting the hang of dressing his daughter as she sits up, tugging on her purple corduroy pinafore.

‘You look pretty,’ he says, lightly pinching her side so that she squeals and giggles.

‘Do you like your outfit?’

Akane laughs, smacking her chubby hands together slowly.

‘I appreciate your feedback,’ Yuta purses his lips, trying to gently shove her tiny feet into her white shoes with flowers embroidered on the sides.

Yuta had decided, rather than staying cooped up inside all day, that he would take Akane into the studio for a change of scenery. Akane always liked going, especially when her ‘cousins’ or her favourite uncle, ‘wi-wi’ were around.

Once Akane was dressed, Yuta snapped a quick photo to send to you, before double checking he’d packed everything in her bag.

‘Let’s get your big girl stroller out of the cupboard,’ he murmurs, referring to the new one you’d bought since she’d turned six months old. You were still trying to ease her into it, transitioning from laying down to sitting up.

He then carries the folded up stroller in one hand, bag strap pulled up to his shoulder while Akane is on his hip, poking his long earrings and watching intently as they swing back and forth.

Once Akane is properly strapped into her carseat, Yuta places the stroller and bag in the boot, closing it quietly as to not startle Akane.

She was mewling quietly when he got in the drivers seat, her unique way of complaining that she was alone and unsure of where her father was.

‘I’m here,’ he reassures her, turning around and reaching over her rear facing carseat to rub her knee comfortingly. Akane stops whining, her fathers comforting presence calming her anxieties.

It’s a relatively short drive, about twenty minutes to the SM building. At every stoplight, Yuta turns around to make sure Akane is fine, and eventually she falls asleep in her seat, possibly due to milk coma, so Yuta turns down the music as to not disturb her.

Eventually, he arrives at the building, parking his car in the giant structure behind the building.

Akane is still flat out, completely dead to the world underneath the white blanket that was knitted for her by his mother. Yuta decides to forego the stroller, only grabbing the bag, then silently unbuckling all of the restraints that held the carseat in place, before grabbing it by the handle and heaving it out of the car.

He walked briskly but carefully, trying not to disturb Akane.

He received a few smiles and curt nods from several SM employees as he enters through the back entrance, immediately making his way to the elevators.

Yuta places the carrier on the floor while the elevator trundles up, stopping on the familiar studio floor.

There’s an echoing ping, and the doors open, and Yuta picks up the carrier and takes off down the hallway.

‘Yuta, you didn’t need to be in today,’ Taeyong says as Yuta enters the studio room.

‘I know,’ Yuta nods, placing Akane’s seat on the coffee table, ‘just thought I’d bring the little one for a change of scenery.’

He smiles fondly at the way Chenle and Jisung almost descend on her, instantly retracting themselves when they realise she’s asleep.

’She fell asleep in the car,’ Yuta explains, ‘kind of defeats the point of this visit but…’

Chenle pouts dramatically, ‘I wanted a famous Nakamoto Akane cuddle…’

‘She’ll wake up eventually,’ Jisung says, and Chenle returns to his normal facial expression.

‘Her outfit is cute,’ Chenle comments, playing with her shoes between his fingers.

’Thanks, I dressed her myself,’ Yuta grins proudly, watching as Chenle’s eyes widen.

‘You did well, Hyung. Maybe you should become a stylist.’

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever,’ Yuta swats his hands, ‘you should probably wake her up actually, or she won’t go down after lunch.’

Chenle leans forward to gently shake Akane awake.

She splutters a little as she comes round, dark brown eyes darting around the room quickly in an attempt to take in her surroundings.

Chenle and Jisung coo as she lets out a giant yawn.

‘Dada’s here Kans,’ Yuta calls from the other end of the room, so that she didn’t panic.

Meanwhile Chenle was unbuckling her restraints, before lifting her up from her under her armpits and placing her on the fluffy rug on the floor.

‘You’d think she was your daughter,’ Yuta remarks flatly, trying to hide his slight jealousy over the fact that Akane and Chenle were so close.

Akane was sitting up, and Yuta took out a sensory toy from his bag, placing it on her lap. She picks it up and examines it for a few seconds, feeling all of the different kinds of fabric between her fingers.

Yuta sits down crosslegged behind her, so that his back is leaning against the couch, pulling her tiny body into his own lap.

Shotaro enters the room, eyes lighting up when he notices Akane.

‘Hey guys,’ he grins, before switching to Japanese to speak to Akane, ‘hello Akane… remember me?’

‘Of course she does,’ Yuta replies in Japanese, ‘you’re one of her favourites.’

Shotaro crouches down, smiling when Akane notices him, giggling happily.

’She responds well to Japanese,’ Yuta tells him, ‘I’m proud.’

The two of you tried very hard to speak a variety of languages to her, mostly Japanese but also Korean and your own native language.

‘Are you still trying to teach her all of those languages?’ Chenle asks.

‘Yeah,’ Yuta nods, ‘should be interesting to see what language her first word is.’

‘Johnny-hyung said Jude’s first word was English,’ Jisung hums, ‘so maybe she’ll say something in Japanese.’

‘Let’s hope it’s otōsan (dad),’ Yuta quips, pushing stray baby hairs on her head back.

Yuta doesn’t stay for too long; Akane became cranky as she found it hard to sleep after her mid-morning nap so he decides to take her back home.

She goes down easier in her own bed, curling up beside her dog plushies.

He spends the entirety of her nap time doing some housework, washing up some of Akane’s clothes and bottles.

She yells for his attention when she wakes up around half four.

‘Alright, alright, alright, I hear you,’ Yuta calls out as he enters the room, where his baby is sat up in her crib, clutching the corner of her blanket tightly.

‘I’ve got you a bottle, you’re good.’

After a twenty minute feed, she decides she’s done, wriggling out of Yuta’s arms in an attempt to reach her play-mat on the floor. He lets her down, watching as she rolls onto her back, kicking and hitting the solar system mobile above her head.

‘Is that fun, baby girl?’ Yuta sings, tickling her stomach.

Akane shrieks in delight, squirming around trying to evade him.

Yuta plays with her for almost an hour, including having to change her, wipe up the spit that had come from her while she laughed, then getting her ready for her six pm bath.

‘You know exactly where you’re going,’ Yuta chuckles, inwardly cooing at the way she looks in her yellow duck towel-poncho.

Her small baby bath has been filled, Johnson’s baby wash making a sweet smell.

Akane had finally been able to allow herself to sit up in the bath, so now only one of you needed to really bathe her.

Yuta lathers up the sponge with baby wash, before softly scrubbing Akane with it, while she smacks at the mountains of bubbles with her hands.

He washes her tiny amount of hair, shielding her eyes as he pours the contents of the jug over her head.

Akane loves the bath. Yuta can tell that she loves the warmth, judging by the way she closes her eyes in bliss when the warm water was poured over her.

‘Look,’ Yuta gets the small girls attention, holding up a bubble wand and blowing on it harshly.

Akane’s mouth parts in curiosity, both of her little chubby hands flailing around to try and touch the bubbles. Water swishes around within the bath as she moves, overflowing from the sides onto the floor, soaking Yuta’s knees and shins, but he doesn’t mind as he watches Akane discover bubbles for the first time.

His heart falters slightly when she pouts, confused as to where the bubbles had gone.

‘You want to try blowing some bubbles?’

Yuta demonstrates by lightly blowing at the wand. Akane sort of just spits at it, making a sort of ‘fff’ noise.

Yuta decides to blow on it again, making Akane feel as though she’d actually done it herself. She gasps, clapping to congratulate herself on seemingly accomplishing something new.

‘It’s nearly seven,’ says Yuta, beginning to gather the towels to dry Akane with, ‘it’s nearly your bedtime.’

He lifts Akane out of the bath, wrapping the fluffy towels around her and drying her off.

Once she’s dry, he places her on his hip and takes her to her nursery, placing her on her back on the changing table.

He picks out a pair of pyjamas from her drawer before putting them on her.

Her curtains are drawn, her tiny nightlight the only source of light in the quiet room.

Yuta is holding Akane in his arms, rocking her side to side slowly while quietly singing a lullaby. Akane, who is quite clearly worn out from the days events, is almost asleep, eyes half shut.

When Yuta believes she’s finally asleep, he kisses her head softly, and lowers her into her crib.

He whispers a ‘good night,’ before leaving, the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so that he could hear her if she woke up during the night.

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You come home several hours later, slightly tipsy from your antics with your friends.

You trudge into your bedroom, smiling fondly at the way Yuta is sprawled across your bed, nearly asleep.

’That bad?’ You collapse next to him.

‘No, we had a lovely day,’ he says, leaning over to press a lazy kiss on your cheek.

‘I missed her.’

‘She missed you.’

‘At least I now know that I can trust you to adequately take care of my baby girl.’

’Shut up,’ he laughs, gently pushing your shoulder.

‘I’m so tired Yu,’ you mumble, burying your head into his shoulder.

‘Let’s go to sleep then… let’s do something fun with Akane tomorrow.’

‘Yes please.’