Eyes On You
Description: Gang!AU based off the Limitless MV w/ NCT 127. Yuta X Y/N + Yuta’s unique kink.
A/N: I know the request said to exclude the nuggets(aka Mark/Haechan) they’re briefly mentioned, but they’re good little nuggets in here, no worries.
“You know, for a place that has nine people living in it, I’d expect it to smell a little less like…mold.” You complained loudly, following the sound of chaos through the run down apartment you always found yourself in.
“Well, when you get some money for candles, I’ll gladly light ‘em,” Johnny teased from his cocoon of blankets, him and the boys all curled up on the couch. “Till then, I guess you’ll just have to deal with our stench.”
“I’m just going to get a can of strawberry shit and spray you in the face.” You snickered at the annoyed look you received and plopped down on the floor. “Where’s Yuta?”
“Took the kids to school,” Taeyong replied, though he was buried so far under the blankets you couldn’t even see him. “He should be back soon if he isn’t out there just twiddling his dick.”
No sooner than he’d said that, Yuta was strolling through the door, “Nah, I have someone to deal with my dick. You might wanna find one, too.”
His hair was a mess, you were pretty sure he’d been dead asleep before someone pushed the job of walking the kids to school on him. And of course, he was carrying that damn camera. You’d gotten it for him a few Christmas’ back, and Yuta was instantly obsessed with it. Although, you never did see what he recorded, you knew he filmed you and the boys around the hide out a lot, but he took that thing everywhere. “Besides, did you forget the little chat we had?”
“Do we really have to leave?” Johnny whined, letting his head hit the back of the couch. “I’m too tired to go do rounds today.”
“I vote you just keep it in your pants,” Taeil snickered, “And let us freaking sleep.”
“No negotiations,” Yuta scowled, “We already talked about it, move.”
Taeyong’s head popped out of the blankets, blinking harshly at the new light before locating Yuta, “C’mon man, it’s barely noon. How’re you going to keep me out all night on your drug runs and make me leave?”
“You can stay tonight, I’ll take Doyoung, just move your asses.” Yuta commanded, yanking the blanket fully off of Taeyong. At the idea of not having to help Yuta with the drug peddling tonight had Taeyong up light a jack in the box, “Alright boys, let’s go.”
“We’re just going to leave? What the hell are we going to do while Nakamoto has a goddamn boner all day?”
“Well…the kids need food before they get back from school…” Taeyong snatched his blanket back from Yuta to take with him. “So money is the game right now, move it.”
“Grumbling, the lot of boys followed Taeyong out the door sluggishly, leaving you alone with Yuta.
“Lots of boner talk today, huh?” You teased him, laying back on the mess of blankets they called a bed. “Got something you wanna do? Or someone?”
“For such a good girl,” Yuta smirked, “You’re certainly bad for me.”
“Hmm, only for you.” You cooed. “That’s what you wanted, huh? Kicked all the boys out just to get in my pants?”
“Well yeah, I thought that was obvious.” Yuta walked over to plop down beside you. “But, that’s not the main thing. I wanted to ask you…something…”
“And that is?” You asked.
“I…I want to film us.”
“Film us? Like fucking?” You giggled, “You act like you just spilled your biggest secret!”
“Umm I kind of did…” Yuta trailed off, looking away from you.
“What is it, your kink or some shit?” You teased, and got no response. “Oh shit it is! Hey, no judgement babe, it’s all good.”
“Really?” Yuta’s wide eyes turned back to you, suddenly way more excited than you’ve ever seen him before. “Can…can we film us?”
“As long as it’s only for your eyes, sure.” You shrugged, grinning at how happy your boyfriend looked.
“Okay I..I never thought you’d agree, alright!” He shot off the couch like lightning to find the tripod that went with your gift, returning a moment later and almost tripping over his own feet he was so excited. “Just, sit still, lemme make sure you’re in frame.”
Disregarding him, you stretched out on the couch dramatically, making faces at the camera that he aimed towards you. “I literally said not to move.”
“And I’m telling you to make me.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
“You’re gonna get it, just watch.” Yuta muttered while he focused, letting out a small aha! when he got the camera focused and charged back to you. In an instant he’s sprawled across you, working to removed your hoodie, casting it aside and letting the drafty air hit your skin.
“It’s cold as fuck.” You complained against his lips, hands grasping his back to tug his warm body closer you yours, protecting you from the cold.
“I’ll keep you warm, babe, no worries.” Yuta chuckled against your lips, moving to kiss a trail down your neck and pausing to suck a new purple flower onto your color bone, noting that the previous one had faded too much for his liking. Satisfied with his work, he sat up to yank his top off, settling back to press his skin to yours, enjoying the feel of your lace against his chest. One kept your hip pinned, while the other warm hand covered the fabric hiding you from him, too impatient to take it off, he simply pulled the bra down far enough he could engulf a nipple with his mouth, teasing the taunt skin with his tongue and nibbling gently, pulling a soft sigh of his name from your lips. Distracting you with his mouth, his hands went to business, yanking your shoes off and working your tight pants and underwear down your legs in one go.
“Yuta, I’m cold~” You sighed, your fingers twisting into his purple hair, he quickly pressed his hips to yours, trying to keep you as warm as possible. You could already feel his arousal beneath his jeans, as he pressed against you, trying to relieve some of the ache. In the process, his pants scrapped across your clit, you jumped slightly and grasped at Yuta’s arms harder. “Yuta don’t tease me, c’mon.” Working on another hickie, he complied, and sank two fingers into your heat, feelng your body tense, then relax at the little bit of relief as Yuta went to work, pushing the digits in and out of your core at a relentless pace, thumb rubbing your clit harshly as he drank in your means.
“That’s it,” Yuta panted against your neck, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, “You’re such a good girl for me, you gonna cum? Huh? Is my good girl going to cum around my fingers? On camera too, aren’t you? You’re gonna cum for my on camera. Oh nooo, I don’t think you’re a very good girl at all, are you? I think it’s all an act…” Yuta’s voice cooing in your ear, topped with his fingers curling inside your pussy, you felt the coil in your stomach snap, fingers digging into his arm as you nearly screamed his name as you came.
“Naughty girl,” Yuta teased further, pulling his fingers from you, holding eye contact as he cleaned his fingers of your release. He smirked at your flushed face and how you panted. “I always knew you were, you just hide it under your cute little smile and A+’s, don’t you? Well I know, I know now.”
Yuta roll his hips against yours, nodding down to his belt, letting your shaky fingers pull the leather away and drop it to the floor. In the quiet room, the sound of his zipper being pulled down sounded around you. Yuta was too impatient to mess around with kicking his shoes off, just yanking his pants down to his thighs, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer, rolling his hips again, his bare cock against your pussy.
“Say it,” Yuta groaned, pushing against you harder. “Say it, you’re not a little good girl are you? No, no you aren’t. You’re a naughty girl, you just play dress up like a good girl, huh? Say it, say you’re a bad girl.”
Your hands have moved to grasping his lean back, head rolled back and eyes fluttering shut and the feeling of Yuta rutting against you like an animal, “I’m..I’m a bad girl, oh god Yuta! It’s all an act! I’m a naughty girl!”
“Who’s naughty girl are you?” Yuta almost growled against your throat, nipping at the skin.
“Yours! I’m yours, Yuta!” You practically cried. Satisfied, Yuta reached down to grasp himself, pumping his cock twice before teasing the head against your entrace.
“You ready?” Yuta almost teased.
“Please just fuck me already!”
Not wanting to drag it out any longer, in one long thrust, Yuta was pressed flush against your hips, the feeling of him stretching you had you nearly speechless aside from the instant curl of your back, nails biting into Yuta’s back before a loud moan escaped you. Yuta was no better, the feeling of your warm walls finally around him had him freezing to take it in, the way you were panting for him, your grip on his back, it was almost too much. Almost…
Unbearably slowly, he drags his hips back and pushes forward. Over and over he throws his hips into you. His eyes cast down and watching how he just disappears inside your wet core, mesmerized by how well you take his cock. His hands move to hold your thighs, curling your legs around his hips to let him reach deeper. When your lips found his neck, teeth pulling at the skin beneath his ear. His hips stutter when you breath against his ear, “There, right there!”
Yuta moaned at the eagerness in your voice, pounding into your pussy now, give you everything his cock can give, feeling your walls continuously tighten around him as he makes sure to keep brushing that special spot. Whimpering that you were close to him, made him move his hand back to your core, thumb drawing shapes over your clit relentlessly, he almost came on the spot when you miraculously tightened even more around him, holding on to him for dear life and called out that you were coming. The flushed look on your face, the way your eyes scrunched shut with the feeling of him thrusting you to your release, was true art to him. Feeling you barely relax against him, now whimpering for him to cum, sensitivity now taking over, Yuta’s thrusts grew sloppy as you nibbled on his neck again, hands smoothing up and down his back as his hips stuttered again, and he groaned lowly against your neck as he spilled inside you. His hips subconsciously twitched a few more times through his release, before he slowly pulled out finally collapsed against you. Panting heavily, his arms circled your waist and rolled you to lay side by side. Your hand found it’s way to play with his sweat drenched hair while his touch remained trailing shapes on your thigh.
“You know,” Yuta muttered. “I think this could win movie of the year.”
“Yuta, I swear to god I’ll kill you.”