Yata Misaki x Reader One Shots

Frivolity In The Bar

(A/N) HERE, HAVE THIS GIF OF YATA BECAUSE I FIND IT INCREDIBLY SEXY. NOW, LET THERE BE SMUT! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You hummed to yourself as you cleared a booth of empty glasses, the bar having just closed a half hour ago or so. Izumo and Mikoto had taken the guys out to deal with some gangsters causing trouble in the neighborhood and Tatara had taken Anna out to a movie for the evening, so it was just you and Yata in the bar.

"This sucks," Yata complained as he wiped down the bar. "We should be out there fighting with the others, not cleaning Izumo's stupid bar. It's so fucking boring!"

You chuckled as you headed for the kitchen. "It's our own fault, you know. This is our punishment for breaking three of Izumo's glasses the other day while rough housing."

Yata just grumbled to himself, making you snicker. You set the dirty glasses by the sink to be washed, then untied the apron from around you and hung it up. Unlike Yata, you'd willingly volunteered to serve drinks today, hoping it would get you back on Izumo's good side. Yata, on the other hand, opted to laze around all day until his actual punishment was enforced when they guys left.

You walked back into the main area and sidled up next to Yata, a wicked idea popping into your head.

"You know," You said, lowering your voice seductively as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. "We're all alone. If you're really that bored, I know something fun we could do."

Yata tensed up, before glancing at you over his shoulder. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

You looked at him through your eyelashes. "I don't know what you're talking about," You said innocently, letting your hand slide down the front of his body, feeling his muscles shudder beneath his shirt. 

He glared at you over his shoulder as your hands came to a stop at the top of his pants. "The fuck you don't."

You just smiled innocently at him, easily undoing the button on his pants. His pupils dilated as you pulled down his zipper, your hand brushing against his now obvious erection. You pressed a kiss to his neck and Yata dropped the cloth he'd been cleaning the bar with and gripped the edge of the bar counter instead, his eyes squeezing shut as you suddenly slipped your hand in his boxers and grabbed him. 

"Fuck, Y/N," He grunted, his breathing getting harder. "We're in the middle of the bar for Christ sake!"

"Hmm," You hummed against his neck as you began to pump him slowly. "It's kind of exciting, huh?"

"Yo-you damn kinky woman," Yata panted, his hips bucking forward as you tightened your grip on him. "Fucking goddamn, move faster."

You grinned, moving your hand faster along him and feeling his member twitch. You slipped your free hand up the front of his shirt as you pumped him, running your hands along his defined abs and feeling them ripple under your touch. You circled your thumb over the head of his member, making Yata hiss as you teased the slit.

You could feel him tighten and twitching and knew he was close, so you decided to be merciful and moved your hand even faster, pumping him quicker and harder. It wasn't long before he groaned loudly and you felt him twitch one final time before releasing all over your hand, his body collapsing forward against the bar. 

You removed your hand from his pants and raised an eyebrow at the mess he'd made all over your hand. "Wow, you really  enjoyed that."

You wiped your hand off with a napkin as Yata pushed himself upright and turned to you with a glare, cheeks ablaze. "Shut up!"