Wheeler Yuta Fics & Oneshots (18+)

No Mercy (SMUT)

"Are you really that mad that you couldn't break my submission?" I chugged my water, choking on laughs when Yuta turned his head with a clearly pissed off face, refusing to answer me.

Regal has been busting my ass lately with me being the noob of the combat club so, no one was being shown mercy during training, even Yuta being my boyfriend.

"Babe," I wiped my mouth, kneeling down with puppy dog eyes, "Don't be so salty."

I blurted out laughs when his mean mug only grew when our eyes connected. Even though it was funny, I always grew guilty quickly, feeling I needed to make it up to him and so, offering:

"Alright, what do I have to do make you crack so much as a smile?"

"Nothing," He stayed emotionless, but I always knew how to crush that, putting my hands on his knees, swaying his legs:

"You name whatever you want and I'll make it happen. How can you deny that?"

"Whatever I want? He cocked his eyebrow, finally showing emotion, excitement when I blew a kiss:

"Whatever you hear desires, my love."

His eyes scanned the room, curious and thinking of ideas, finding one when his eyes settled on the workout bench.

"Bench. On your stomach," He said quickly, going to stand up, catching me by surprise:

"Wait, in here? We work out in here."

"It can be our last exercise for the day," His snicker was no good and I wasn't opposed to the thought, just a little nervous because Regal, Mox, and Bryan couldn't have been too far away, knowing there would be punishment if we got caught in the act.

"Feeling risky today?" I smirked, dragging on to see if his mind would change, "You know if they find us-"

"They can either turn their head or watch," He took my hand, words proving his firey mood, taking to the bench and putting me down on my stomach, keeping my lower half off the edge.

"I really made you mad with that submission hold," I giggled, but growing silent when I saw wrist tape in his hand, leaning down and tying my wrists together under the bench, eyes looking up to his and feeling a fire of my own, "Gave you a new submission idea, hm?"

"I got an idea in mind, alright," His hands swiped away my shorts like nothing, not even bothering to take of my thong, lost in a hurry and pushing them to the side, "Besides, why go shower when you're just going to get more messy?"

"Gripping at me like that, you're not wrong baby," I hummed, perking up my ass, ready for him and having the wind knocked out of me.

"Okay, down there?" He laughed sarcastically, thrusting into me hard, balls deep, pulling back slowly with a tug of my hair, having a make-shift ponytail, "Got real quiet all of a sudden, love."

"Yuta-" I gasped, catching a breath, but only for that moment, breathless again with another rough thrust, walls clenching already at the smack against my sweet spot, "Yuta!"

My skin was sticky to the leather of the bench, sweating worse than training made me, his hips ruthless and having my jaw dropped, mouth wide opening to manage breathing, but only releasing moans and screams of his name, filling the room.

"Baby, fuck!" My hips shot up with a jerk, back popping while trying to manage an arch, going to sit up till my wrists smacked the cold metal under the bench, wrists burning and rubbing against each other, "Fuck!"

I forgot my wrists were tied, strain in my arms because I couldn't control the jerks taking over me, how I wanted to get my hands on him.

"Hard to keep giving it to you good if you're jumping around," His hand spanked and it echoed, stung so good and made my head slap the bench, drooling with moans: 

"I'm sorry, it's just so-; I don't think you've ever fucked me like this baby!" 

Knowing how close my orgasm was, he pulled my hair back along with one of my hips, not meaning to, but pulling the bench back a little with him, sweet spot about ruined and with my nerves firing off, burning me up, I was barely breathing, slight tears in my eyes from all the stinging.

"What?" He only went faster somehow, giving me another spank like before, "You like getting fucked like this?"

My head never nodded so quickly, loving this new experience even while being ruined, panting hard:

"Love it, Yuta! Make me cum, baby! I'm about to cum."

Sweat beading down the sides of my face, I went face first and the cushioned leather was no use while trying to hide my nasty scream, nails digging into my own hands and biting on it, whining at how tight I was around him, feeling wetness all over my thighs and even on my stomach a little.

"God, that's a sight," I heard his slight gasps, thrusting more slowly during my orgasm, body so overloaded and feeling an ache, turning my head to say:

"Red. Baby, I need a second."

"It's okay, I have to-" He stopped, keeping himself still while throbbing, coating my walls and it was soothing, moaning softly at it, leaning back into him a little even when he began to rub my hips.

"Oh my god," I looked back up to him with a worn out smile, then down to see how soaked the bench was, even dripping down to the floor, laughing, "Oh my god, we have to clean up."

"In a second," He breathed, leaning down to set my hands free, "That was-"

"Fucking incredible?" I giggled, but meant it, teasing, "I'm never taking it easy on you in training again."