#yuta reader insert

“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!

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.’