Distractions

distractions

pairing: bestfriend!jake x fem!reader

summary: “it's good that you've managed to do these few problems by yourself but can you work just as efficiently with distractions?” the answer is no—no, you can't.

warnings: smut, explicit & vulgar language, fingering (fem receiving), attempted cockwarming, breeding kink, mentions of exhibitionism, slight praise & degradation also not proofread at all LMFAO

words: 3.8k

this work is nsfw! reader discretion is advised. you have been warned.

math has never been your best subject and you don't know why you had ever let yourself be persuaded into taking physics, a science class that revolved around math.

you recall the previous summer about two weeks before school was back in session, jake had practically begged you to take the class with him. originally when you were given the option to choose between earth science and physics, obviously you weren't even thinking of choosing the latter; but of course, you couldn’t possibly say no to jake’s series of pleads, and the deal had been sealed when you recalled all of the times you had asked him for things–it was only fair that you repay him.

you recall the previous summer about two weeks before school was back in session, jake had practically begged you to take the class with him. originally when you were given the option to choose between earth science and physics, obviously you weren't even thinking of choosing the latter; but of course, you couldn’t possibly say no to jake’s series of pleads, and the deal had been sealed when you recalled all of the times you had asked him for things–it was only fair that you repay him.

throughout the year you had somehow managed to just barely survive the rigorous course and in a week’s time you would be taking your finals before finally being freed from school while also being blessed with three months of summer vacation; but time passes as though minutes were hours every time you found yourself in your physics class with jake.

you run a hand through your hair while huffing in both boredom and frustration. you were desperate for entertainment; finally becoming bored of counting the numbers of dots in the ceiling, you draped the left side of your body onto the desk before you and stared blankly at jake. “how much until class is over?”

he turns to face you before smiling, “just 3 more minutes.”

suddenly overcome with excitement, you jolt up with a smile on your face but it drops as soon as it appears; the mere mention of homework was enough to make you whine out. again, you turn to jake but this time you were pouting. “can you come over and help me?”

he sighs in defeat, “sure, i'll go right after my practice finishes.”

true to his word, jake had arrived at your house around 8:00pm. after his soccer practice had finished, he rushed almost immediately to the locker room to shower and change before he began his walk to your house.

the walk to your house was rather short, yet he still found himself suffering as a breeze blew against him—the cold, damp locks of his bangs briefly making contact with his forehead. by the time he had arrived, his hair was nearly dry but only at the cost of his bodily warmth.

your mother had opened the door after hearing a series of rushed knocks, immediately pulling him inside. “oh my god, jake, aren't you cold?!” she exclaimed. “do you want something warm? a drink, a blanket…”

“no, i’m fine! thank you though,” he lies with a smile before excusing himself to your room.

jake doesn't bother knocking and immediately walks into your room, tossing his backpack to the floor. you sit up from your bed, furrowing your eyebrows as you watch him. “why are you shaking?”

“i’m fucking freezing,” he admits just as the heater turned on, a slight buzzing noise signaling the action. “you could have just showered here,” you laugh while he sits himself on the floor; joining him only moments after. “i would have reeked,” he groaned.

jake leans to the side, dragging his backpack to where he was and you mirror his actions. a brief moment of silence falls between the two of you as the room fills with sounds of zippers, textbooks being slammed onto the carpet, and the spine of a notebook dragging up the side of a zipper.

swiftly, you rose from the floor and spun on your heels, walking to your desk and slightly bending over the surface as you looked around for your pencil pouch. while your hands busily roamed about the top of your desk in search of the pouch, jake had been watching your every move intently; holding his breath subconsciously as your tight pajama shorts rode up your thigh and even further.

in all honesty, he had never seen you in such a light. for the past three years the two of you had been best friends, the idea of being more than friends or doing things that would imply such, had never crossed his mind. not once had jake ever bothered to think of you in a romantic nor sexual manner.

though you were pretty, jake would admit, that was about as far as his attraction towards you would reach. in his eyes, you were just a girl he was friends with and nothing more.

just then, you turn around with the pencil pouch you had been searching for in hand. you cross your legs and slowly drop to the floor, jake still watching intently just as the image of you sinking down onto his cock ever so slowly, flashes in his mind. knitting his eyebrows together, his eyes screwed shut while he tried to discard the idea.

finally, your bottom meets the floor—your chest bouncing as a result. your face lit up briefly and you immediately began to crawl towards the boy.

again, jake watched you, this time his eyes fell to your exposed cleavage that swayed slightly as you inched towards him. “what are you doing?” he asks, gulping just before you look up.

you pause as your eyes meet his and you tilt your head to express your confusion at such a question. you thought what you were doing was obvious.

it was hard to maintain eye contact with you, he thought. jake simply couldn't help but let his eyes wander and finally fall to your chest. you looked enticing and his mind wandered.

in another reality, you would have been in this exact position; crawling towards him on all fours and purposely exposing yourself to him before hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats, tugging down his boxers in the process and staring at him in awe as his member quickly sprung up against his-

“i’m gonna sit next to you, duh.”

brought out of his thoughts, jake relaxes momentarily before jolting upwards when he feels your hand on his thigh, forcing it down just slightly as you sit comfortably on the floor next to him. “have you tried working on any?”

“of course not,” you giggle while he busied himself—opening up your notebook as well as his and taking out the homework packet you had been assigned earlier that day. luckily for him, the front page was easy. he smiles, “try this one,” he points at the very first question with the pencil you had given him. “this one’s really easy, okay?”

you look at the question and side eye him as he reads it aloud. “two solid objects are in contact as shown below. heat will always flow from object a to object b if object b has a…”

“specific heat?” you ask, watching as he presses his lips into a thin line. “close,” jake hints. “try it again, i’m not gonna tell you the answers.”

frowning, you read the problem again, skimming over the one that follows only to notice at the very bottom of the boxes mentioned temperatures. your face lights up and you quickly highlight option c—temperature.

the next two problems were easy to get through, but you quickly found yourself losing hope as soon as you read the fourth problem.

you slumped over, holding your head in your hands as you tried to think of the solution. jake is quick to notice your sulken state and sighs in frustration, making room for you to sit between his legs before grasping onto your waist and placing you in front of him; your smaller frame molding right into his as your back pressed up against his chest.

for a brief moment you were startled, but you immediately grew comfortable in the new position. jake relaxes his left hand, sliding it down to hold the side of your hip while his right pointed at the problem once more. “let's do this one together,” he mumbles into your ear.

unlike jake, you harbored feelings for him but you were still well aware that he did not feel the same. honestly, how could you not have feelings for him?

it's no secret that your best friend was handsome and it was a plus that he had the personality he did; he was practically a walking angel—though he wasn't as pure as you might have suspected originally.

throughout your friendship you had come to realize that your best friend’s love language was touch, and to add onto this, he was a flirt. now when added together, you'll get a tease and you were still confused as to whether he acted like this on purpose or completely unknowingly.

at times, jake would find it hard to not have his hands on you in some way. at first it was innocent, he would hold onto your shoulder as you walked in the midst of a crowd, play with your fingers whenever you sat beside him, or even draw small shapes on your hand.

but eventually this would escalate and become things such as caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb before letting it fall to your lips, placing his hand on your inner thigh if you were sitting or leaving it to rest on your hip if you were standing and occasionally he would make you sit in his lap; much similarly to now.

jake grabbed his pencil and proceeded to read out the problem you had been stuck on. “how much heat is transferred when a 0.2 kg piece of copper’s temperature is raised from 50°c to 80°c?”

“i don’t know,” you cry out while your best friend’s hand moves your hair to the side, exposing the entirety of the right side of your neck while he leans his head into the window he had created for himself. “for starters, you need to use something else to solve this,” he laughs. “you know what i’m talking about, right?”

“heat equation.”

jake’s arm dives beneath yours and he leans to write on the paper in front of you, bending you forward a bit before placing his free hand on your waist. the empty space beneath the question soon reading, ‘q=mcΔt’.

continuing his work, you plug in the numbers to the variables and in the small space given to you, you write out, ‘q = (0.2kg)(385j/kg • °c)(80°c - 50°c) = 2310j’ beneath it—after pausing to use the calculator on your phone of course. jake hums to himself, the smallest of smiles painting his face before muttering the words ‘good girl.’

you shiver in response almost immediately as the words register in your mind, squirming slightly between your best friend’s legs. he was more than pleased with your reaction.

jake was positive that you were putty in his hands at this point and with the way his mind never seemed to clean itself of the rather lewd thoughts he had been having about you; it was easy to say that he was putty in your hands as well.

chest pressed up against your back and his lips just centimeters away from touching the outer shell of your ear, “it's good that you've managed to do these few problems by yourself but can you work just as efficiently with distractions?”

your ears perk up and you immediately try to face him, soon feeling his lips brush against your ear. you whimper slightly, cringing slightly at the ticklish sensation.

jake’s head drops to your shoulder and he places a soft kiss at the base of your neck—his lips grazing against your skin before gliding up your neck. “work,” he mumbles, placing yet another kiss before attaching his lips to the area and sucking lightly.

you moan softly, gripping onto your pencil like never before as you move to attempt the next series of problems while his hand that had previously rested on your hip slowly ran up your body, diving beneath the material of your tank top whereas the other bent your leg slightly, hooking beneath your thigh to spread your legs open further for him.

his fingers danced beneath the hem of your tank top while his other hand moved your shorts to the side; humming in response to the gasp you let out at the feeling of cool air meeting your wet core. “it wasn't on purpose,” you joke, referring to your lack of undergarments. he laughs before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

continuing his movements, jake’s hand glides up your stomach, cupping your boob while his fingers trap your nipple between them.

with his right hand, he dips his middle finger between your folds, moving it in an up-and-down motion as he spreads the arousal that gathered there. “who knew you were so…” jake trails, smirking to himself as his fingers rub small circles onto your clit. “dirty,” he finishes, sucking another hickey onto your neck.

your head fell back onto his shoulder when you felt his fingertip prod slightly at your entrance. “tell me, y/n, were you—expecting something like this to happen?” jake asks, pausing between his words before finally pushing his long, slender finger into your hole. “you even went as far as dressing up for me; it's only fair that i acknowledge your efforts and reward you, right?”

his other hand fell to cup your breast, kneading at it slightly while his fingers moved slowly inside of you—his head resting on your shoulder, “you make such pretty noises for me, angel.”

“please,” you breathe out. “want more. want your cock inside of me,” you admit. “is that so?” jake chuckles, lifting his head to place a kiss to your cheek while he pushes another finger into you.

“do you really think you deserve it? ever since i’ve started touching you, it seems like you’ve forgotten about your work; my poor baby got distracted so easily, i should stop,” he coos.

“no!” you cry, grabbing onto his forearm to keep it there—fingers still moving inside of you. “i’ll do better, just please don’t stop,” you whine as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing up against the spot that nearly made you roll your eyes back.

you scramble to continue your work, making sure to try your best at answering the questions correctly; loving the feeling of his fingers curling up inside of you each time you answered correctly. “and to think that we could have been doing this ages ago—i should make it up to you,” jake teases, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek, removing his hands from you while you cry at the sudden loss of contact.

“get up,” he instructs, the two of you moving to stand before he leans down to pick up the books on the floor, dropping them onto your desk. only seconds after, jake hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts, dragging them down your thighs while continuing to help you step out of them.

his own sweats followed and you quickly place your hands on his chest, grabbing handfuls of his shirt while bringing him down to your level; locking your lips onto his before he pulls away to sit in your chair—spinning you around so your back is facing him and taking your waist in his hands before sitting you down in his lap.

jake is quick to lift you up, forcing you to hover above him slightly while he takes his painfully hard cock into his hand. he pumps it slowly before gently dragging the tip across your slit—gathering your wetness before pressing into your entrance and pushing into you. the sudden stretch making you gasp and grip tightly onto the arms of the chair while his hands grasped onto your waist once more while you sunk further onto him.

you took him inch by inch, moaning rather loudly at the feeling. “baby, be quiet. you don't want your mom to come up, right?” he smirks, finally filling you up to the brim.

his tip grazed slightly against your cervix and he clasps a hand over your mouth, muffling the moan that had nearly escaped. “ah, i can't imagine what she would say if she saw the state of her precious daughter right now.” you clench around him while subconsciously pressing your ass further onto his lower abdomen.

“clenching around me at the thought of being walked in on, tsk… who knew i was friends with such a slut,” he spat.

“jake, please,”

“please what, angel? i’m not understanding,” he taunts. “please, move. fuck me—i want you so bad,” you beg as tears prick your eyes, threatening to spill out. “and you can have me, baby. as long as you finish this packet and get these problems right, i’ll reward you.” he explains, placing small kisses along your skin while you hurry to grab your pencil.

you were trembling and the mere sight was enough to make your best friend laugh at you. shakily, you press your pencil onto the paper as you attempt to write out your work and answer neatly. jake places his chin on your shoulder, humming with delight as he watches you write.

he smiles to himself, removing his chin from your shoulder and attaches his lips to the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin harshly while his hands grip at your sides, almost pulling you off of him completely before slamming you back down. you yelp at his sudden movements, turning to face him. he laughs at your expression, “i said i would reward you, didn't i?”

you nod hesitantly, shakily returning to your packet to begin the next problem. jake had stilled in you, no longer making an effort to touch or kiss you while you worked and you hated the sudden lack of attention.

so, as you wrote, you began to lift yourself slightly before dropping back down onto his length, moaning softly at the feeling. again, you attempt to lift your hips once more, only to be stopped by jake.

his hands held a death-grip on your hips, forcing you to stay in place. “i never said you could do that,” he growls. “y-you just feel so good—i can't help myself.”

“you're so pathetic—trying to fuck yourself on me when i said that i would reward you; should i just pull out and leave you like this as punishment?”

“no, please. i’ll be good this time.”

he chuckles at your plea, finding how desperate you were for him amusing. “if you want to be good for me then do your work.”

you nod frantically as you scramble to begin the next few problems, clenching around him excitedly.

jake groans in your ear, sucking yet another mark onto your neck before pulling away slightly, letting his lips press kisses along the bruises he had created. “you're already so tight baby, don't do that,” he moans, just before thrusting into you harshly after you finished your problem. “should've fucked this pussy a long time ago.”

with his hands on your hips he lifts you slightly, rutting his hips into the flesh of your ass while your mouth drops open momentarily. you lean over onto the desk, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises that threatened to escape each time the tip of his cock pressed into your cervix; his moans filling your ear in contrast to the sounds of skin slapping.

you had been at a loss for words, simply basking in the pleasure and making small noises while your best friend fucked you dumb; unable to find it in you to care for the now abandoned assignment. “jake,” you moan, throw your head back to rest on him. “hm?”

“wanna face you,” you mewl, feeling him slowly pull out of you before straddling him while he aligns himself with your entrance once more. with your hands placed on his shoulders, you sink onto him, pressing your lips onto his to silence the moan that nearly slipped out.

“i want to hear you,” he whispers, thrusting into you rapidly while his hand drops onto your ass, harshly kneading at the flesh before smacking it lightly.

you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck while you continue to bounce in his lap, letting his thrusts meet yours. “so good,” you sob while his thrusts grew erratic.

“i’m close,” jake moans, slamming you onto him desperately as you continue to cry out his name—fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders before falling down his back as your grip loosens.

“are you gonna let me cum inside baby? gonna let me breed this pretty pussy of yours and let everyone know you're mine?” he asks, watching your eyes screw shut and mouth fall open at his words. “yes, fuck- i’m yours, i'm yours. fill me-” you whimper rather loudly as the knot in your stomach tightens before finally unraveling.

jake groans at your words, watching as you come undone from above him. “so pretty,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to your lips, arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he rides you through your orgasm, his own following just moments after.

“fuck,” he groans before finally letting his seed release into you.

you whimper at the sudden warmth spreading within you, crying out into jake’s ear while he fucks you through both his and your own high.

one last thrust and you fell limp against him, feeling the hardness buried within you soften before he pulls you off of him and lays you down on your bed, watching between your legs for any cum that threatened to leak.

the boy smiles at you softly before sighing and picking up both his sweats and tugging them back on before placing his hand on the door knob. your eyebrows furrow and you can't help but be filled with a sudden sadness. “are you leaving?”

jake laughs, turning to face you, “no, how could i leave my princess after this? i’m just going to get a towel to clean you up.”

you blink in response before smiling once he steps out, coming back with a towel just as he had promised. he shuts the door behind him, sitting on your bed while pressing the towel to your core; cleaning up any excess cum that resided there before moving to clean your thighs.

“is now a bad time to tell you i like you?”

jake’s heart skips a beat at your confession, yet a smile paints his face. “yes, very bad time. can’t you see i’m cleaning my kids off of you?”

PAIRING | soft dom!yuta x reader, ceo!yuta x assistant!reader

WC | 3.058k

WARNINGS | daddy kink, size kink, thigh slapping, slight cock stepping, intimidating yuta

SONG | STAR - BROCKHAMPTON

A.N | repost of my older work

WRITTEN BY | sam <3

The thing about Nakamoto Yuta was that he intimidated everyone.

Whenever he walked into a room, the people ducked their heads and avoided their eyes, because the last thing they wanted to do, was meet his.

He had a sense of power. Rightfully so, as he was one of Seoul’s richest and most successful CEOs but climbing the ranks so easily at such a young age had it disadvantages.

His came in the form of solitude.

Spending all his time with his nose in his books and presence in business meetings, Mr. Nakamoto had no time for dating, no time for women. Despite this, women threw themselves at him. Even his own colleagues introduced their daughters in hope he might taking a liking to them, but it was useless. He turned each one down with a soft smile and an even softer apology. It was their fault; he simply had no interest.

Until he met you.

You had come into his firm fresh out of school, seeking an intern position, hoping the company saw potential in you and offered you a permanent position, but it wasn’t the company that did, it was Nakamoto Yuta himself.

The first time he laid eyes on you, you were huddled over your keyboard furiously typing away, hair falling into your eyes, and completely unaware of your surroundings.

When he cleared his throat to get your attention, you had looked up with incredulous eyes, perfect lips set in a pout, eyebrows quirked.

He watched you slowly realize who he was, and as you bowed in respect, his entire body seized in spikes of ice and fire.

The form fitting pencil skirt and too tight blouse hugged your body in ways he wished his hands did. It wasn’t right to think of you like this. You were his employee, and noticeably a few years younger than him, but that didn’t stop his mind from producing such filthy images of you bent over the desk for everyone to see.

So, it became a habit.

Every morning he would greet you at your desk, you would bow in return, and his mind would develop filthier and filthier fantasies.

Within a month you were offered a position, but not as a first-year associate like you were interning to be. Mr. Nakamoto wanted you to be his personal assistant.

You almost refused on the spot. You weren’t interning to run and get peoples coffee in the morning, and do their dry cleaning, you were there to become one of the best damn associates they’d ever seen, but the details were very convincing.

You would get paid almost triple an associate’s salary, they’d rent and pay for an apartment of your choice, provided it was in the same building as Mr. Nakamoto, and they’d buy you a car. You really had no choice but to graciously accept.

Plus, being that close to someone so handsome and powerful wasn’t half bad as you’d come to learn.

When Yuta got word that you had accepted the position, he had been slouched in his office chair, watching you through the glass.

How could someone so pretty be working a job like this? Slaving over paperwork day in and day out. Someone with curves like yours should be treated like a queen, a goddess to his god.

Extending his offer of employment was the only way he could get close to you, and as you accepted, it seemed you’d want the same thing.

First day on the job wasn’t too bad.

You mostly sat around filtering through paperwork and highlighting important text. It was busy work. Something to keep you occupied in the corner while Yuta sat at his desk sneaking glances at your uncovered thighs.

They looked so soft, so cute and innocent, so small compared to the size of his hand.

And your blouse, partly unbuttoned exposing the tops of your breasts when you leant down to highlight something.

It wasn’t fair how seeing only a little bit of your body made his suit pants tighten, restricting his growing bulge.

By the end of the first week, he was sending you home early, because he couldn’t stand you in his office for the whole day. It was too much.

At the end of the first month, he could have sworn you were teasing him with each flirtatious conversation.

It was obvious he wanted you. You could feel his gaze on you each day you went in. You purposefully undid your blouse and rolled your skirt up a little too far. You wanted him to want you.

And so, he did.

It was just before lunch when he was called into a meeting. He debated on sending you home now but tossed the idea away when he realized you needed to be there to take notes.

It was what you were hired to do, anyways.

You two seemed to be the last ones to enter the conference room, so you had no choice but to take the two chairs on the end facing each other.

Sitting down in a huff, you realize you were the only woman in the room.

Great.

Yuta didn’t particular like when all the men turned to see you both walk in. He wanted to be the only one that saw you. The only one to watch you.

Oh well.

As the meeting dragged on, yuta couldn’t keep focus. Instead, he took it upon himself to watch the way you wrote the notes so carefully.

His gaze traveled up from your hand, up your arm, and across your chest, exposed by the low cut of the blouse you were wearing. His eyes lingered a bit too long on your neck, mouth watering at the thought of pressing delicate kissing along the vein that stood out. He flicked his eyes up to your lips, mind wandering on how it would feel to bruise them with his own. When he was done savoring the image, he finally met your own eyes. He quirked an eyebrow, immediately making your cheeks grow hot.

You look at your paper, furiously scribbling. Anything to forget that Nakamoto Yuta was staring at you like he wanted to fuck you right then and there.

Perhaps it was instinct rather than actual common sense that took over you in the moment, but the next thing you know, you slip off one of your shoes. From underneath the table, you find his inner ankle and slowly drag your foot up his leg.

You find smug satisfaction when he jumps at your touch. A few of the men at the table looks his way but find nothing interesting and turn back to watch the presenter.

Thank god the table was solid wood and not glass like in his office.

When you reach his inner thigh, you look him in the eyes. His are filled with shock, mouth turned down in a small frown. You could tell he was holding his breath, waiting for your next move.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, like he did to you not to long ago, and gently press down on the crotch of his pants. He closes his eyes slowly, and you feel his hips move against you. He was too vulnerable in this position.

You keep your foot there for the rest of the meeting, only moving it when the presenter concludes.

The look on Yuta’s face is hardened. His lips were pressed into a thin line, eyebrows drawn down to accentuate his dark eyes.

Uh Oh.

The walk back to his office was held in silence, his hand rest on the small of your back, guiding the whole way. He had you slightly in front of him to conceal the bulge in his pants. You’d be smug about the whole situation, but his fingertips dug into your back.

He closed the office door behind him and immediately pulled the blinds down to hide you two from view. The only window left open was the one that looked out onto the city skyline.

No one could see you from there.

You sat timidly on the edge of his desk, waiting for him. It was his move now.

He walked up to you slowly, took both of his hands and placed them on your knees, pulling them apart so he could slot himself between your thighs.

“Did you think that was funny?” He asks, looking down at you.

Your eyes are downcast, gleaming at the floor when you respond, “Yeah, actually. Feeling you jump was pretty funny.” You snicker.

He curls his lip, “Darling I don’t think you understand what you got yourself into,” he grabs your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him, “Do you?”

“If you’re talking about fucking me, you haven’t been very subtle,” his grips tightens, “so yes, I’m very aware, Mr. Nakamoto.”

He crouches down so that he’s eye level with you, “You weren’t so subtle yourself Darling, “he smirks at you, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you unbuttoning your shirt and parting your legs so I’d stare.” You were beginning to squirm in his grasp, so he lets go, and instead rests his hands on your thighs, rubbing them, kneading them.

“I was not doing that for your attent-“ a thwack resonates through the room as a burst of pain intermingling with pleasure spreads over your inner thigh.

“No lying.”

Heat flood your core. Who knew you were into men being dominant and stern with you?

“Fine.” Your hands reach out and grab his tie, pulling him close to you so that your lips were inches away from his, “I wanted you to see me. I was practically begging for your attention. I can’t believe it took you this long to notice. “

God, he wanted to kiss you so badly, but he couldn’t yet. He hadn’t toyed with you long enough.

“Took me this long? I’ve thought about fucking you since the first day we met. It was a matter of timing since then, don’t you think?” his hands play with the hem of your skirt, “besides, you haven’t been a particularly good girl. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

His hulking frame towers over you as he straightens up. You were so small compared to him. So cute but acting so dirty.

He slips a hand under your skirt and drags a finger up your inner thigh, making your breath catch in your throat.

“I do deserve it.” You whine, pushing your hips out to gain friction.

He pushes your thighs further apart with one hand and cups your panties with his other, “a little impatient, are we?”

His touch felt like fire, flooding your stomach with heat, and alighting you with such passion. The guy you knew wasn’t only powerful and commanding in his professional life, but also in his personal and fuck it was hot. “I just want you “

Your hands, which were still holding on to his tie, reach for his belt, but he slaps them away, “Stop.”

“But I want to touch you.” You reach for his belt again, but he grabs your wrists and pins them back against the desk.

“I said stop. I don’t want head.” His shaggy blonde hair was falling against the top of his lashes, which were so long that each time he blinked, the bottom and top ones tangled together.

He grabs your sides and pulls you off the desk, “turn around.”

You comply, spinning around so that you were facing the window. Your hips hit the desks ledge, and Yuta pushes your back so that you were lying face down. His hands go under your skirt, and you feel his fingers curl around the top of your panties, pulling them down so that they sat around one ankle.

He flipped the bottom of your skirt up, so that you were completely bare to him. “You look so pretty like this,” He takes twos fingers and pushes them into you, eliciting a small whine from your lips, “And you’re already so fucking wet for me.” he breathily spoke, gently smoothing his fingers between your folds before pulling them out and easing them into his mouth. Sucking on them slowly, a hum emitting from his throat.

You weren’t sure what to do, the ache between your legs growing worse now that his fingers rested on your thigh, cool against the warm skin

You hear him unbuckle his belt behind you, and before you could say ‘please’ he’s pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

“You’re so small, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, rather to himself than you.

“Yuta, just fuck me, please.” You groan, pushing back against him so that you could feel him again.

“Don’t – don’t call me that.” He says, cheeks heating up, “reminds me too much of work.”

“What do you want me to call you?” you were growing impatient. Did it really matter what you called him?

“Call me daddy.” He voice is barely a whisper. This was obviously a kink he didn’t disclose often.

“Just fuck me, please Daddy.” You speak in the most innocent tone you could muster.

He groans behind you and situates his hand on the small of your back, the other guiding himself between your legs. It felt like heaven pushing into you, feeling your walls pulse against him.

He was big, but not uncomfortably so. Just big enough to reach your g spot almost immediately.

“Fuck – ah, hold on” Yuta waited a moment, his lips peppering light kisses over your shoulders as he moved his hips into you, pulling almost the whole way out, before pushing back in again. He stretched you out, his tip grazing the sensitive flesh of your walls as he slowly fucked you, his mouth parted, his eyes fluttering closed.

He's dreamt of this moment for months, and now that it was here, he be damned if he came too fast.

“You feel so good” you moan out, your head cloudy from the pleasure he was giving you.

His body caged you in, arms holding himself up on the desk while he thrusted in and out of you. He liked to watch his cock disappear between your thighs, because each time you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Your hands scratched at the ledge of the desk, hoping to gain some purchase, to grab onto something. His hips pick up in pace, the slapping sound of skin against skin mixing with his grunts and your whiny moans.

For a split second you wonder if anyone outside could hear you, but the thought is forgotten as soon as yuta grabs both your hips to help pound into you quicker.

“Ah slow down, please, shit” you arch your back, trying to adjust your self, but he pushes you back down against the desk.

A half-hearted spanking lands on your ass, “Don’t run from it baby, take it like the slut you are.” He switches up his pace, slowly sliding into you and then sharply thrusting at the end of his sentence. It almost knocks the wind out of you.

You could only imagine what he looked like, as he had you in such a way you couldn’t turn to see. His blonde hair was probably matted to his forehead with sweat, shirt hanging off his shoulders, abs glistening. He probably had his eyes closed tightly, or maybe he was watching himself fuck you.

He grabs your hair and wrenches your head back, “call me daddy.”

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me.” Your sweat made the desk slippery, and with each thrust you were sliding.

“Say it again.” His hips slammed into yours sporadically, and you could tell he was getting close. His hands grasped at the flesh of your asscheeks, spreading them apart so he could watch himself sink into you, again and again.

“Daddy please. I promise I’ll take it like a good girl.” Your cheeks heat up. It was humiliating calling him that, but in the best way.

“Take it like my good girl,” his tongue darts out between his lips in focus.

Your surprised when you feel his hand snake underneath you to rub at your clit. You were even more surprised when he found it, rubbing harsh circle into the bundle of nerves while also maintaining his rhythm.

“Shit, please, daddy, please.” You couldn’t form a coherent though, only beg him in tiny whispers that he may or may have not heard. You couldn’t tell.

You felt the pit of your stomach tighten into a ball rather quickly, “you wanna cum?” He asks half out of breath.

“Yes daddy! Please!” all you could think about was releasing the knot in your stomach.

Fuck he was almost there. Almost. “Hold on a few more seconds darling, I know you can,“ He unthreads his fingers from your hair and instead, leans down so that his torso was flat against your back. He wanted to be as close as possible when he came inside of you. “Cum. Now. Cum with me."

Finally, the words you were waiting for, his permission. You whimpered between pouted lips, his consistent movements all too much. Your whole body shaking as an unfamiliar feeling burst in your stomach, strained mewls rolling from your tongue as you reached your high.

Yuta sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder while he finished, emptying ropes of milky white cum into you. His and your essence mixed together as he continued to pump himself slowly, overstimulating himself to a little too much.

Heavy pants filled the room as the both of you caught your breaths. He stayed inside of you for a bit longer trying to stop himself from cumming again. You felt too damn good.

“So am I still your personal assistant.” You couldn’t fathom him fucking you and then firing you, but you had to double check.

“How about my personal fuck toy?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can’t I be both?”

back in time - masterlist

member pairing: sunghoon × heeseung × jay

genre: single parent au, love square (?), angst, fluff, and a little bit of everything

synopsis: you and sunghoon were convinced you were meant for one another and married quite young once exiting high-school, but when he decides to leave to the states to chase his own dreams, he asks you for a divorce leaving you alone and with a child he doesn't know you're expecting. so when he turns up four years later, can he expect to fix the damage when your bestfriend jay wants to prove he can be by your side, or when the new doctor at your hospital, heeseung is after your heart as well?

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01: welcome dr.heeseung

02: sunghoon's great comeback

03: a flash to the past

04: competitor number three

05: bad timing for everything

06: look at the dna test

07: one too many bruises

08: stolen hearts

09: family of four

10: let's play pretend

11: the truth comes out eventually

12: sunghoon dad agenda

13: forgive but not forget

14: first date

15: spin the bottle

16: teenage things

17: if happy ever after did exist (1)

18: then I would still be holding you like this (2)

You decide you’re ready to have a baby. The catch? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment. Enter your best friend, Jeong Jaehyun. Will he be the answer to your dilemma?

Pairing: best friend!Jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: best friends to fwb to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy and childbirth, sperm donors, IVF (in vitro fertilization), fertility drugs, mood swings, fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, nipple play, breeding kink, oral sex (f.receiving), dirty talk, pregnant sex, rough sex

Word count: 10.6k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @mrg-jjh​ @keeach​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: this was only meant to be a short fic but it morphed into this monstrosity. I tried to tag for everything but if I missed anything please let me know. Inspired by the fact that Jaehyun wanted to be a teen dad (but they are not teens in this story, just thought I’d make that clear :) Also please excuse my unimaginative name for the baby, I’m terrible at coming up with names lol

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional so please excuse any inconsistencies.

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not my type

Pairing: Yeonjun x female reader!

Warnings: pure filth, Language, Nasty, Rich Yeonjun, Sex, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm. Just the whole rated- r shit.

Word count: 3.8k 

It was the yearly Choi and Lee family dinner. Every year Yeonjun’s parents and y/n family have a big family dinner in one of the expensive restaurants in Seoul. The two biggest business families in Korea. Not only they were the biggest business families but they were also really close friends, throwing back to high school days. Their friendship became stronger when both parties have offspring.

Yeonjun and y/n could consider themselves as best friend but they aren’t as close. Both of them have their own friend groups. Yeonjun and his karate friends and y/n and her popular friends. Whenever they both see each other it’s only them making fun of one another. Although their friends think they might have feelings for each other but the two definitely denied that.

“He’s not my type!” you denied.

“She’s too short for me” he retorts.

Tonight, they have to put up a show to show their parents that they do get along. As the Lee family arrived at the restaurant, the doors were opened by the staff. Y/n sigh as she stepped outside to a breezy, spring air.

You fixed your brown-colored cami dress that had stopped by mid-thighs and also fixed your brown locks from messing up by the wind. You paired your dress with black stiletto gladiator heels, showing off your perfectly white pedicure toes.

“That dress is way too short for a dinner” dad scoffs as he stands beside you, buttoning up his black blazer.

You smile before wrapping your arms around your tense dad, “don’t you want me to get a husband?” She joked. Your dad hiss.

“Leave her alone, don’t make a show in front of people” your mom came beside your dad and wrap her arm around his.

The three of you walked inside the restaurant, getting greeted by the staff. As you entered the hotel, Yeonjun’s family had already arrived. The two-family exchange greetings and hugs before making their way into the restaurant.

Yeonjun caught your eyes. He looked very handsome in a navy suit that showed the outline of his muscular and toned body. His silver hair parted to the side, he wore black-rimmed glasses to show a classy look. In another word, he looked hot.

Yeonjun smile and gave you a hug, the two of you often have to show closeness by hugging each other but the two of you know you both don’t like it. The way Yeonjun’s large palm is placed on your bare back, sending chills up your spine.

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ᥫ᭡ TROPE MASTERLIST

WARNING : please note that all fics are for hyung line members and will contain smut, minors dni.

LEE HEESEUNG (two is a company)

PAIRING : heeseung x fem!reader

TROPE : stranded/locked in together

SYNOPSIS : a night at the abandoned cabin with your friends didn't sound bad to you initially, it was a mere dare afterall. but what if the whole group bails on you and heeseung, the only guy you don't get along with, to spend the chilly night together with no way to go home in the heavy rainstorm? "fucking helps in production of body heat, y'know?" heeseung more or less offered. "yeah, i'd rather freeze, no thank you."

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PARK JAY (never have i ever)

PAIRING : jay x fem!reader

TROPE : brother's best friend

SYNOPSIS : three months into his new university and sunghoon had made a whole new friend group. more importantly—a new best friend. inviting jay to hang out, sunghoon forgot about the extended skating practices he had to attend, so he conveniently asked jay to keep an eye on you, making sure you didn't sneak out to a party. now what would you do if jay promises you a game of never have i ever to be more interesting than your party? and what would you do when things start to heat up more than they should? "never have i ever kissed my brother's best friend." you confessed. "we can change that now, princess." he smirked.

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SIM JAKE (the switch project)

PAIRING : photographer!jake x lingerie model!reader

TROPE : project partners

SYNOPSIS : being the top model for your company was something you had grown accustomed to, alongside your photographer, jihoon, always placing number one on the 'monthly evaluation list'. just opposite to jake not being accustomed to be placed second. so when company announced 'the switch project', jake had to turn the tables for him. the hard part? you're his partner and you hate him. "what pose do i do?" you asked, wanting to be done as soon as possible. "i say doggy style–" you threw a bra, hitting him right in the face. "asshole."

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PARK SUNGHOON (lovers in the night)

PAIRING : sunghoon x fem!reader

TROPE : sharing a bed

SYNOPSIS : you despised dinner parties with the park family, solely because you had to face sunghoon there, your resident fuckboy and childhood 'friend'. things took a turn when his mom caught you both in a compromising position, mistaking it as a relationship, when in reality, all you were trying to do was to snatch your phone back from sunghoon. highly pleased, his father allows him to go to the trip he's been waiting for since long. desperate, he begs you to keep up with the facade in return to set you up with heeseung, your crush. before it all, they invite you for a dinner and night-stay, forgetting to inform you that you'll be staying in sunghoon's room, sharing the bed with him.

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