You had surprised everyone by flying out to LA last minute, and Yuta was extremely grateful for that. He barely got to spend any time with you before he and the guys had to leave for America, and he had sadly accepted that he wouldn’t get to until he got back. Your work schedule prevented you from joining them on their short American tour, and you had told Yuta that you would just call him before every show.

When you FaceTimed him from outside the arena where NCT 127’s LA concert was being held, he thought you were just playing some cruel prank. That is, until he had you in his arms backstage, showering your face with kisses before the stage manager had to drag him away to finish getting ready.

A couple hours later, you were sitting among thousands of screaming fans waiting to enjoy NCT 127’s one-night-only Los Angeles concert. The guys put on an incredible show, to say the least. Every performance was perfect and energetic, and their stage presence was amazing as usual. But a few songs in particular made Yuta do some things that caught your eye and made your jaw (and nearly your panties) drop.

Focus was one of those songs. As with every one of the show’s more sensual stages, Yuta teased the crowd with his erotic movements and facial expressions, basking in how they would scream and cry out with every bite of his lip and swirl of his hips. The raw, sexual energy he displayed on stage was enough to excite everyone in the arena, and you were no exception. Yuta knew your eyes were on him the entire time, and he loved it, deciding to play up his performance a bit just for you. When he met your gaze the few times he danced right in front of you, he saw the hungry look on your face that you usually tried to hide from him. And fuck, was it sexy. 

Yuta’s post-concert adrenaline rush was no joke, and by the end of the show he was so riled up that he couldn’t wait until he got back to his room, when he would have you all to himself for one night before you had to fly back home.

~

Once you both were settled into your hotel room after having dinner with the guys and their managers, Yuta couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You had to beg him to let you shower alone, promising that you would let him join you for one later. He seemed much needier than he did earlier, and you supposed it was due to the fact that you were finally alone together and he wanted all of your attention, which you were completely willing to give him.

“The show was amazing, Yuta,” you said softly, letting him pull you closer to him from where you sat on the massive bed in the hotel suite you two would share for the night. Upon hearing about your arrival in Los Angeles, Yuta immediately upgraded your room so that your one night together would be as special as possible. Since you had dropped everything to come see him, the least he could do was make it worth your while.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Yuta said, dipping his head down to press his lips to your shoulder, “I was dancing up there for you, you know.”

“Oh really?”

“Of course. I saw the way you looked at me, by the way. It was fucking hot,” he mumbled while leaving wet kisses along your collarbones. You whimpered at the feeling of his hands and lips on your skin, sensitive to his touch. Yuta was well aware of this and how much he could tease you with his gentle touches and words alone.

Yuta also knew that look on your face when he pulled away, like you wanted to devour him, and he was more than willing to let you. In fact, he wanted you to. He pulled you into his lap, running his hands up your thighs and leaving soft kisses along your chest and shoulders. Before you could thread your fingers through his hair, he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm before slowly dragging your hand to his throat. You knew exactly what his silent request meant and you immediately took the bait, much to his delight. 

His lips curled into a smile as you squeezed lightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his neck. He loved coaxing this side of you out almost as much as you loved having him a needy mess. 

“Harder, angel. You know you won’t hurt me,” he said while holding your hand in place with a firm grip on your wrist.

You obliged, dipping your head down to kiss his jaw as you tightened your hold his neck, squeezing the sides so you wouldn’t actually choke him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Yuta praised when you dug your fingers in deeper and rolled your hips against his growing erection. 

When he parted his lips and threw his head back in pleasure, you tilted his face towards yours and kissed him hard until his perfect lips were all pink and swollen. Licking into his eager mouth, you moaned as he sucked on your tongue while you snaked your hand between your bodies to feel him through his shorts.

“Baby…” Yuta groaned, removing his hands from your hips to reach under the pillow that was next to him. He fumbled around for a second until he found what he had placed there while you were in the shower— a silk black tie. 

You smiled, rubbing the soft material between your fingers. So that’s why he wanted to stop at the clothing store on the way back to the hotel. Of course he didn’t actually forget to pack sleeping shorts…  

“Since I know how much you like to see me tied up,” he said, taking off his shirt and holding up his wrists with a mischievous gleam in his lust-filled eyes.

“You sure planned this out, didn’t you,” you teased, kissing his wrists before getting on your knees to tie them together above his head. 

“Well, the way you were looking at me on stage like you wanted to eat me kind of gave away how tonight was gonna go,” he chuckled, gaze shifting down to your chest that was inches away from his face. 

“You were such a tease up there, Yuta,” you said, tugging on the tie to make sure it wasn’t too loose. “It’s only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“First, I want a taste of you,” your boyfriend looked up at you through his eyelashes as he flicked your nipple through your thin black lingerie with his tongue, making you sigh and arch your back into him. You pushed the strap down your shoulder so he could suck and lick your chest to his heart’s desire. 

“Fuck, Yuta,” you sighed while looking down at how he desperately tasted every inch of exposed skin he could reach, coating your chest with love bites and wet kisses.

“Missed this so much,” he moaned, bucking his hips up when you tugged on his soft, blonde hair. As much as Yuta loved being in control, he couldn’t deny how insanely hot it was when you took the reins. The weight of you on top of him and the familiar, intoxicating scent of your perfume made his brain feel foggy, his senses completely overwhelmed by you. All it took was a few more harsh tugs on his hair and your breathy moans in his ear for him to become putty in your hands, ready for you to do whatever you wanted to him. 

His arms tensed when you pulled away from his mouth and crawled out of his lap so you could pull his shorts down his thighs. You watched with hungry eyes as he lifted his hips up, the muscles of his toned stomach flexing beneath your touch. Yuta’s body was something to behold, and you couldn’t help but drink in the sight of his glittering navel piercing and the intricate tattoos that decorated his skin, begging to be worshiped with your hands and mouth. 

God, he’s fucking beautiful, you thought as you ran your finger over the butterfly on his hip before dipping your head down and following the light touches with your lips. You left a trail of kisses down his torso to the waistband of his boxers, mouthing over his semi-hard erection.

Yuta cursed when you finally removed the last of his clothing, settling yourself between his thighs and taking his cock in your hand. Watching the way his hips twitched under you, you licked a slow stripe up the shaft before wrapping your wet lips around the tip, eliciting a breathy moan from the gorgeous man beneath you. 

You sucked and swirled your tongue around him while pumping his shaft until your drool was dripping down your fingers. Meanwhile, Yuta was trying his best not to thrust into your mouth, but it was getting harder and harder, especially when your free hand began massaging his balls. Your mouth followed, licking and sucking them while continuing to stroke his cock. 

“Feels so good, baby,” Yuta mumbled, spreading his legs a little wider when your hand that was massaging him drifted lower. 

You let a pearl of spit fall from your lips, your thumb spreading it around his entrance lightly in small circles. Yuta rolled his hips up and groaned when you pulled your hand away and looked up at him.

“Can I touch you here?” you asked, resting your head on his thigh as your fingers ghosted over where your thumb was. 

“Please…” he breathed, tugging at the restraint that kept him from reaching down and leading your mouth to where he wanted it most. 

Yuta knew he wasn’t going to last much longer when you finally swirled your warm, wet tongue around his entrance. You kept a steady rhythm, pumping him with one hand while the other kept him spread open so you could continue to eat him out. 

The stimulation made his eyes roll back in pleasure, his abdomen tightening as he fought back the urge to cum. You both moaned when you began to shallowly dip your tongue into his hole, gently at first before going all in. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Yuta groaned, his muscles tightening as he came all over his lower stomach. His orgasm seemed to last forever as you continued to fuck him with your fist and tongue until the overstimulation caused him to recoil away from you. 

“You okay?” you asked, wiping your spit from your lips as you made your way back up his body to untie him. 

His black painted fingernails dug into his palms with how tight his fists were, and you immediately began to massage his wrists and hands to help him relax. 

You kissed his lips gently when he nodded, releasing his hands to hold onto his shoulders as you rocked yourself in his lap. You removed your underwear before situating yourself on top of him again, the wetness between your thighs mixing with his cum to help you slide over his cock. 

“Need you to fuck me, baby,” Yuta moaned into your ear, sending another wave of arousal through your body and causing your movements to speed up. 

He was already hard again by the time you lifted yourself up to guide him inside you, his hands grabbing your hips and guiding you up and down as soon as you adjusted to his size. You shifted in his lap so that he repeatedly hit that spot that made you clench around him so hard he had to slow down so he wouldn’t cum so soon. You looked so perfect above him, hands squeezing your chest as you bounced on his cock while pretty moans spilled from your lips. He wanted to take a picture or maybe a video of you like this, something he could watch on nights that you were thousands of miles away from him and he was missing you like crazy. For now though, he’ll savor every second of having you here in the flesh, your tight walls squeezing him so perfectly that he felt like he was seeing stars.

Yuta brought his hands between your legs to rub your clit, noticing how your thighs began to shake. He used his free hand to hold you in place while he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, and it only took about thirty more seconds for you to reach your high, fucking him through your orgasm. 

I don’t need a video, he thought, watching you slowly lift your hips only to drop down again, the feeling of his cock dragging along your sensitive walls making you throw your head back in pleasure. There’s no way he could ever forget how beautiful you looked right then, with his cock disappearing inside you over and over again as you brought him to his second orgasm of the night. 

Yuta gripped your hips harshly as he thrust into you hard and fast before burying himself as deep as he could inside of you, squeezing his eyes shut as he came. He held you close when you collapsed into his arms, your chest rising and falling against his. His fingers traced your spine as you tried to control your breathing, completely and utterly spent after fucking Yuta past your limit. He gently lifted you off him, laying you down on your back and crawling to kneel between your legs to watch his cum ooze out of you. You whimpered when he collected some of it on his fingers before pushing it back inside, knowing that you would object to him eating it out of you because of your oversensitivity. 

That’s okay, he thought while looking down at the mess you both made, the spit and cum coating your bodies resembling a Jackson Pollock painting. I’ll just do that in the shower.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I’ll just say that you’re gonna have to carry me into the shower,” you said, bringing Yuta’s hands up so he would massage your thighs. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk until tomorrow.”

He chuckled, moving up to kiss your pouty lips. “I would think so. You rode me like a champ, baby.”

“You deserved it,” you smiled up at your sweet and ridiculously sexy boyfriend. “Now can we please take a shower? Your cum is starting to make my thighs stick together.”

~