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Nakamoto Yuta: Lessons

"I am not teaching you Japanese!" snorted Yuta, halfway through his seventh glass of wine. "Please?" you pouted, "I wanna learn my boyfriend's native tongue." he rolled his eyes, "But you're an impatient learner and you hate languages." you scowled, "No I'm not! I want to learn! I'll learn anything you teach me, I'm a pro."

And then an idea formed in his head, clearing his mind. A bad one, but a good one. A fucking dirty one. "Okay," he smirked, "I'll teach you. Just a few phrases." he loved the way your eyes lit up like a little puppy.

He pointed to the sofa across the one you were both sharing, and you clapped excitedly and took a seat on the plush grey surface.

"Okay," smirked Yuta, "so the first lesson is common phrases." he found it cute that you were so excited without knowing a single word of what he was going to teach you. "This one is, "Please use me, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and it means, "Thank you so so much! I liked the meal you cooked." Don't use it on my mum, though, because she doesn't like cooking." and Yuta snorted.

You repeated the words innocently and Yuta's mind began to travel. He couldn't stop imagining the words tumbling out of your mouth as he pinned- "Yuta," your voice snapped at him even though you weren't snapping, "was it good? Did I do good?" he fucking loved how you always sought his validation. "Yes, baby," he pinched his leg, "it was so good." and you gave him that dazzling smile of yours.

"Let's teach you some more words," he murmured, even dirtier thoughts running through his mind. "This is, "Please, Yuta-san, I need you." and it means, "Yuta-san is so cute!" he chuckled softly. You scowled, repeating the words, "I don't think Yuta is cute." and Yuta snorted, even though he was just about hard as wood right now.

"And this one..." he murmurs, "means "fuck me till I can't walk". Go on, it's not that hard." you smiled innocently still, "fuck me till -" and there was a loud shout.

"Oi, Yuta!" and Yuta cursed, whirling around. "Are you teaching her bad words?" he should've known. Fucking Shotaro, who didn't have any boundaries. He scowled, crossing his arms, "Don't you fucking know how to knock, Osaki?" right about to kiss you, pissed off that sex wasn't going the way he wanted. He was going to tell you what they meant, eventually.

"What?" your cheeks burned red, "Yuta-san, what did Shotaro mean?" suddenly feeling funny and awkward; either from your boyfriend's broken kiss or the unexpected way his friend barged through the apartment. "Well, if I heard correctly, what Yuta-san was teaching you was rude and dirty. Wanna hear what it was?" you crossed your arms at your boyfriend, glaring at him while speaking to Shotaro, "Yes."

"So, what Yuta-san said, was "fuck -" and Yuta roared, "Shut UP, Shotaro!" but you hit his arm, "No. Tell me!" face still red. "Well," grinned the kid, "what he said was, "fuck me till," and I believe if I hadn't been interrupted it would've been, "I can't walk." and your face was, if possible, even more, red than it had been. Your hand flung to your mouth, "Yuta-san!" shrieking his name softly, "I can't believe you taught me that! That wasn't what I meant by "teaching me Japanese!" and Shotaro snorted loudly in laughter despite his hyung's fiery glare.

"What else did you teach her?" smirked Shotaro. "Daddy?" and Yuta shook his head, "No, we just use Yuta-san. We need to let her know to respect me in bed, too." you shrieked again, "That means Daddy? Yuta!" mortified. And even Yuta was snorting. "What... what did the other things mean?" you mumbled.

"The first one, didn't mean "thank you so much, I liked your meal," said Yuta, "it meant, "Please use me, daddy, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and Shotaro was cackling now as you let out yet another shriek. "Oh, don't tell me you don't find it hot," he sneered, "I know you well enough by now." you reddened once more, "Well - I - I would've liked you to at least tell me what it means first! What if I had said it to your mother or something?" and Yuta laughed too, "Well, that's why I said not to use it on my mother."

Shortaro was in hysterics. Your eyes filled with tears, "Yuta-san! I said not to be mean to me!" he shrugged, "when?" your lip bubbled. "Alright, Shotaro, get out. My princess was so good for me I need to show her a good time. And we're going to continue despite you watching." Shotaro darted, obviously something Yuta had said startled him. Yuta snorted.

"Why?" you turned to him, "what did you say?" and he loved how innocently you were still speaking. "I said, my princess was so good for me that I needed to show her a good time, and that we would continue despite him watching. I'm sure you would've gotten the hint in a while; once you see the prude who just left not leaving." giggling softly at your shocked expression and noises.

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