Not My Type

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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the a-list

❝ our friendship was already ruined the day i fell for you.❞

PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader (ft. park sunghoon)

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, gossip girl au, rich kid au, fake dating au, friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension !!, jay and mc are the chuck and blair, enemies to lovers dynamic but they’re friends i swear, toxic rich kids doing toxic rich kid things, jay calls you princess which definitely needs a warning, smut content, oral (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), thigh riding, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, corruption kink, dacryphilia, slight degradation

SUMMARY ▸ life seems to finally be going your way. that is, until your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is back, and gossip girl appears to be out to get you. but there’s only room for one queen bee in the upper east side, and with a hand from your best friend, park jongseong, you’re going to make sure it’s you.

WORD COUNT ▸ 10193 words

PLAYLIST ▸ fever by enhypen • positions by ariana grande • daddy issues by the neighborhood • swim by chase atlantic

TAG LIST ▸ @msxflower​ @danyxthirstae01 @shusan @hobistigma @dearlylhs @3ggieyolk @jayparkfromenhypen @pc-yeolie @sunghonkers @yeetyyeetyet @papiibuprofen @seuomo @wifemeupforsan @kkmlhnng @kyleeanne @blank-velvet @god-is-a-homosexual @neovrse @luvjaysbae​ @heelariously​ @sxirx11 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is sooo long overdue, but i’m so glad i wrote it because rich kid aus are my everything. also this fic was kickstarted by this and this :’) i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡ ps: you don’t need to know anything about gossip girl to read this 

IT MIGHT HAVE COME OFF AS A SURPRISE FOR ONE TO HEAR THAT YOU HAD THE PARK JONGSEONG WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. He was a man of class, of refinery. Well, at least that was how he presented himself when he wasn’t being a complete and utter sleaze.

Coming from a family of old money, Jongseong’s father owned a chain of hotels and resorts worldwide. You weren’t quite at their level, but you couldn’t sell your father short. As a world renown fashion designer, your father styled several celebrities and was even good friends with the Parks. They were probably the richest family in Seoul, just barely topping their rivals, who happened to be your boyfriend’s family.

Said boyfriend, Park Sunghoon, wasn’t as perfect as Jongseong, and that was why your mother was a touch disappointed when you ended up dating the wrong best friend.

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[ 丈夫 ]! ぃ ⸻ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

don't you ever notice just how fast my heart beats around you?

───── you always get what you want, spoiled with the loves of your three brothers who are known to have a sister complex; it comes with much surprise therefore when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he's going to date you he has to pass through yeonbin first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since he's been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

[sister complex. a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters, always having them as their first priority]

##. PAIRING. lee heeseung x f!reader

##. GENRE social media!au + written chapters, fluff, humor & crack, angst, high school!au, nonidol!au, neighbors to lovers!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, NOT BLOOD RELATED siblings to lovers!au(?)

##. FEATURING. the rest of enhypen, txt + might add ocs

##. WARNING(S) stated in respective chapters

[🗒] NOTE. incase someone wonders if this is incest, no it's not. incest is a kind of sexual activity between people who have a relationship that is forbidden by law to marry. in this smau there's no type of sexual intentions among or towards any of the characters neither are the main leads as such related that the relationship could be forbidden by law in any manner. they're neither completely blood related siblings nor cousins just complete strangers who've grown up together.

[ PLAYLIST ] will keep adding songs

update schedule. irregular [ongoing]

✎ 🗒 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ PROFILES.

the chaebols + lee

overprotective chois and their kids

sophomore trio

✎ 🗒 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ GROUPCHATS.

# adultkids: yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, heeseung, taehyun, huening kai

# lee supporters: heeseung, jay, taehyun, jake, sunghoon, sunoo

# boss babies: jungwon, y/n, riki

# y/n protection squad: yeonjun, soobin, heeseung and jungwon

# princess and her knights: yeonjun, soobin, heeseung, yn

✎ 🗒 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ EPISODES.

001. arranged date gone wrong

002. beomgyu-yn-maeum

003. niee's favorite

004. caught red-handed :: written + twt

005. the little secret

006. still in the brotherzone!

007. matchmaking things

008. butterflies for whom?? :: written + twt

009. he's just kidding.. right?

010. i'll just stop feeling

011. who's mik oosun?

012. the first thing you do- :: written + twt

013. lee heeseung actually cried :: written + twt

014. troublemaker: oosun

015. tiny has a secret admirer

016. senior prom's coming up

017. i had a weird dream!

018. how do i explain?

019. is that you? :: written + twt

020. so you're the pick me boy :: written

021. jay to the rescue or not

and more to come . . .

taglist. OPEN @sunflower-riki @megdoienalds @abdiitcryy @rae-blogging @blaqpinksthetic @allyg-onz @strwberrydinosaur @ryujinae @penny-quinn @thaliee @youreverydayzebra @jayujus @love13tter @baekhyunstruly @heecyon @milkycloudtyg @icywhatim @jannine00742 @gtfovi @neptuniees @ppyongjin @woniebae @liliansun @acciomylove @jongsaengseong @w3bqrl @nyfwyeonjun @yougeans @enxnesblog @jhanleanne @wonwoosh @pinkheadflowers @seungstarss @mykalon @heelariously @bubblejunnies @rinyx @msxflower @moaberryjjunie @wondering-out-loud @yurazuyori @nyujjan @rolexjung @maeumiluv @hoonbokki @c9tnoos @luv3iza @dear-dreamie @ivyxily @studioreader

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↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader

↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.

↬ type: one-shot

↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.

↬ rating: 18+

↬ word count: 5.5K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!

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↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽‍♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me

Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.

With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.

What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?

On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.

Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.

You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.

You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.

Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.

Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?

The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.

Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!

You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.

The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.

After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.

With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.

The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.

“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.

“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.

“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.

With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.

Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”

You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.

Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?

After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.

You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.

A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…

Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.

With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.

“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”

Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”

“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.

As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…

“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.

“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.

“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”

“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”

With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”

You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.

“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”

Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”

“Do not talk back to me.”

You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.

Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”

You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”

“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”

More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”

With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.

“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.

“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”

You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.

Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.

“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.

Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”

“Okay…”

He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.

The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.

Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”

Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”

“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”

Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”

Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”

You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.

“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.

“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?

“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.

A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”

Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”

“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.

“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.

“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.

“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.

Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”

“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.

“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”

You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.

“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.

“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.

“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.

“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.

“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.

“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”

Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.

“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.

You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”

“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.

“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.

“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”

“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.

“Really, really.”

You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.

“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”

“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.

When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.

“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.

Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”

“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.

“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.

The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.

“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.

“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.

“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”

You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”

“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.

“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.

“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.

Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.

Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”

“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.

“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.

Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”

You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.

[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???

[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.

[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.

[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE

[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…

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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?”

Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark

⇢ Synopsis: Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

⇢ Pairing: Mark x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: slow burn, comedy, smut after 30k of pining. ⇢ Warnings: inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 35.7k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, slow burn, soft boy x sweet girl, library romance, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, etc…

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