In which a girl writes imagines and scenarios for the girl who doesn't have porcelain skin and/or the opportunity for one of the boys to run their hand through her bone straight hair.
Side note: Does not mean that other races can't enjoy this book...
i hope you like it @JustAnotherOtaku-san, but i can do a re-do if you want.
-anya
NAKAMOTO YUTA. his was your son's best-friend, but did it stop him? to be quite frank, it didn't.
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"Touch me, tease me, feel me up," Y/N hummed to no one in particular as she did the crossword puzzle in today's newspaper from the entertainment of her own home.
Luckily for her, today was her day off and she planned on taking full advantage of it as she laid around the house and did absolutely nothing with no one giving her a second glance.
"Damn," Y/N mumbled to herself as she shuffled herself on the couch to get more comfortable.
She didn't know that she was that bitch when it came to finding words on a piece of paper.
She was honestly that good.
Popping the mint flavored gum in her mouth as she glanced down at her phone to check the time, Y/N had a couple of hours left before her college son came home from a pick-up basketball game in their neighborhood.
Drawing a line through the letters that made the word biography, the silence of the house was soon interrupted with the loudness of her doorbell, breaking the outstanding roll Y/N was currently on.
"I swear, if these Jehovah Witnesses are at my door," Y/N sighed, while getting up from the comforts of her seat.
Annoyance was starting to seep out onto her bare face with every step she took to see who it was knocking at this time of day.
Don't get her wrong, she had nothing against them, she just didn't like being interrupted from her train of thought, and having the energy to talk to people.
Tightening the furry robe that she had on, Y/N opened her front door with a little attitude.
Coming into contact with her son's best friend, the back of her neck became hot and the inside of her hands became clammy.
"A-Alex is at practice," Y/N struggled to say from the depths of her mouth as Yuta stood on her doormat with an amused look on his handsome face.
"Do you mind if I stay until he gets home then?" He asked while rubbing one of his hands on his chin as if he was in thought.
"S-sure," Y/N mumbled as she pulled herself to the side of the door to let the familiar man walk into her home.
Closing the door behind them as she got a sniff of his intoxicating cologne, Y/N was nervous as hell, and they both knew why.
"I thought you were going to work a lot this week—," Y/N turned around to face Yuta, but was immediately pushed to a wall with his body hovering over hers.
"I had someone that wanted to work my shifts for me," he whispered huskily into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Meaning, I will have more time to fuck you this week."
"You and me?" She huffed in annoyance before pulling away to finish what she was dong beforehand. "Not in a million years."
Pulling her once again to his chest as she tried to scurry away from his touch, Yuta wanted nothing more than to just taste the woman that he loved with ever fiber in his bones and shower her with his endless love that he had for her.
"We can't do this," Y/N could feel her heart race and her eyes fluttering from the trail of light kisses he started to pepper her with, starting from behind her ear and down to the depths of her collarbone. "You're my son's best friend."
Hearing her say those forbidden words, Yuta pulled away and licked his plump lips. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
