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synopsis | you accidentally tune in to your roommate's special livestream... again and again and again.
details | roommate!euijoo x fem!reader, bestie!nicholas, forced proximity, thin walls, mentions of food, descriptions of eating, minor injury (finger cut), hotdogs, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, perv!ju, panty theft, handjob, dirty talk, praise, cursing, lowercase intended
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from the author | euijoo forehead save me. save me euijoo forehead
your package was waiting on the foot of your bed when you got home. the cardboard box was slightly crushed, the corners pushed in and the tape frayed like it had been dragged down a street by a rope. you'd been tracking it closely all week, since the contents cost about half of your paycheck and then some, having paid extra for a warranty. your anticipation had been growing all week not only because of the simple, modern-age dopamine rush of receiving a package but because, maybe, you'd finally get some sleep this weekend. and every day after.
that was if the item inside the box was less damaged than the outside.
"did you fucking sit on it?" you asked as you stomped into the kitchen you shared with your roommate, who was standing at the sink as if he were going to wash the dishes piling up but was, instead, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
euijoo glanced up at you once, rolling his eyes as he flicked his loose, messy hair out of his eyes. he said, simply, "no, i didn't."
"well, somebody did," you sighed, navigating around him to get the scissors from a drawer, "i'm gonna be pissed if they're broken."
"you're already pissed," he half-laughed, shifting over to put distance between the two of you, like you were contagious with some incurable disease. he watched you, though, intently, as you swiped open what was left of the tape holding the box closed. or, rather, attempted to with the world's dullest scissors and apparently the toughest tape ever made. he cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest, "what's in the box, anyway?"
"if you'd have some patience," you grunted, shifting the box on it's side to get a better grip. but the grip wasn't better. in fact, it was worse, and the scissors clattered out of your hand, skidding across the floor and right by his feet. euijoo bent down to pick them up, and you sighed, defeated. he definitely thought you were incompetent. you had given him no reason to believe otherwise in your three months of living together.
"hand it over," he motioned for the box still caged in your arms, "before you cut your fingers off."
and when you handed him the package, he, too, struggled with wedging the blade between the concrete fibers. euijoo attempted an expert move, pinning the box in place between his knees and driving the scissors down the length of it with both hands.
"you're gonna cut your leg off," you winced at the maneuver, a bit prideful that you weren't struggling by any fault of your own. it was painful to watch, and the sight almost made you second-guess any invasive sentiments you had toward him. almost. he was undeniably attractive, tall and slender but broad and so boyish. euijoo carried a certain charm about him, like he was the teacher's favorite in school, like he had sold lemonade on the street corner and made no money because he drank it all before getting his first customer. he also seemed closed off in a way that reversed his charm in many situations; euijoo seemed to be actively fighting his personality off, like a mosquito buzzing in his face. he swatted and swatted. even now, he wanted to laugh at your critique of his technique when yours was far less successful, but he didn't. instead, he doubled down on making it work. you chewed at the inside of your cheek, "don't, like, stab it."
"do you want it open or not?"
"i'd prefer my noise cancelling headphones in one piece," you said, mumbling the next sentence under your breath at a volume you thought only you could hear, "i might finally get some sleep at night."
having a roommate had it’s perks– shared chores, shared rent, shared meals when one of you would make too large of a portion by accident– but it also had its drawbacks. having your particular roommate had one, very significant downside: the shared wall.
you thought living with euijoo would be convenient for the both of you, cheaper than living alone and in a cuter apartment, too, but it had grown to just be convenient for him. you knew him through a mutual friend, nicholas, who had personally recommended euijoo when you mentioned that you were looking for a roommate. according to nico, euijoo was helpful with chores and always paid his half of the rent on time, which was more than your previous roommates did. but you still didn't know him that well, having only been around him a few times in nico's large friend group.
"is there anything i should know about?" you had asked nicholas, just as a precaution before reaching out to euijoo about the apartment, "like, is he a sleepwalker?"
"uh, no, he doesn't sleepwalk," nico had laughed, then, a knowing, low chuckle, "but he's… kind of loud."
you could handle a bit of noise; you'd lived with gamers who shouted well into quiet hours, and your last set of housemates were sorority girls who sounded like they were competing in squealing matches every weekend. there was no possible way euijoo was louder than them— you told nicholas this, and he didn't discourage your decision to reach out to him the next day, offering him the spare room in your prospective flat.
the first night, you thought you had imagined it, the muffled grunts and curses that phased right through the wall separating your room from his. earlier that day, you could hear him on the phone, the way his voice carried right into the open space of the apartment despite the normal volume. you could hear every sharp slide of the plastic hangers on the rack as he organized his wardrobe. every slam of a drawer, every click of the light switch, every whir of the ceiling fan— it was like you were in there with him. but euijoo himself hadn't been loud in the way nicholas described, like a nuisance. he moved confidently, unafraid to bump corners or shuffle things around. for the first ten hours, you were inspired; you could have stood to be less apologetic, live a bit recklessly. but nicholas lived that way, too— confident.
maybe he snored, you had thought as you slipped into your bed. it was the only option left. unless nicholas had been pulling your leg, making you worry over nothing because he knew you would. your eyes fluttered closed, heavy after lifting boxes and unpacking all day. but just as you began to drift off, you heard it. you heard the unmistakable drawl of pleasure, the satisfied sighs and moans and strings of jumbled curses flowing from lips undoubtedly slack, and you knew only one thing for certain:
nicholas was fucking dead.
would it have been so difficult to mention that euijoo was some kind of sex addict? there was no other way to make sense of the sheer number of times a week your new roommate was moaning, alone in his room but talking himself through it like he wasn't. you were no prude, but you started taking a tally of the sleepless nights from how frequent his self-care sessions were. by night five, you'd barely slept a wink in your new apartment.
so, you really did hope that the headphones would be truly noise-cancelling. you craved a night's rest that didn't have a pre-show. but you didn't want to embarrass euijoo at all with your predicament. somehow, his comfortability outweighed your own. surely, it had nothing to do with his sweet, round eyes, dark like turned soil. or his patient smile, which dropped as soon as you let your grievances slip. i might finally get some sleep at night.
because euijoo heard it. he definitely heard it, telling by the way the scissors slipped in his hand and nicked the soft, golden skin of his finger like a thorn. he winced and brought the cut to his lips instinctively, dropping the scissors in the sink behind him. "shit," he muttered into his hand as you stuttered toward him and grabbed the half-opened box from his arms, dropping it to the floor.
"hold on," you urged him, like he had any choice, and began your violent rummaging through a drawer. somewhere, you had bandages. somewhere, you had your shit together, eight full hours of sleep, and a perfectly organized, ready-to-go first aid kit for situations like this, just in case two grown adults fail to open a cardboard box. your fingers combed through miscellaneous papers, pens, and rolls of tape until they landed on the box you were looking for. you sucked your teeth at the sight before you, "you might not like these, but they're all we have."
cartoon hotdogs scrawled in vivid hues of red and yellow, complete with giant eyes and cheeky smiles, decorated each of the bandages. some of them, with stick-figure arms and legs, were playing with various sport objects, kicking balls back and forth or hitting airborne items with rackets. others were surfing or sunbathing or rollerskating. euijoo pulled his finger from his lips, breathing a soft laugh as you struggled to unwrap the bandage. "nice," he noted, softly, a smile unfurling. you held his right wrist with a shaky hand as you stuck the adhesive of the bandage to his finger, curling the hotdog-printed material around until it sat snug right above the bend. his palms were unexpectedly soft, and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your mind wander. you imagined the way they might have felt sliding up the skin of your thigh, long and svelte. you didn't even notice you were holding your breath until you were finished, until you had concealed the small cut in the most obnoxious bandage ever created and finally freed the air from your lungs.
euijoo was holding his breath, too, watching your fingertips dance around his, steady and intentional and completely opposite to the version of you that worked helplessly at the tape securing your package. you released his wrist like it burned to touch, like you'd been caught, and wiped your palms down the front of your pants, "how's that? can you bend it?" he flipped his hand in front of his face, looking at the bandage with amusement, studying every inch of the design. euijoo bent his finger, slowly, wincing in one grand, exaggerated flinch before dissolving into a chuckle, your fist meeting his shoulder in an uncharacteristic shove.
"it's good," he laughed, lightly punching your shoulder, too, "thanks."
the headphones were in perfect condition despite the trauma the cardboard endured in its delivery. euijoo had cut away enough of the tape that all you had to do was pull the lids apart. you ran a few tests, alone and in the temporary silence; the headphones enveloped your entire ears as you tapped on furniture, clapped your hands, and clicked different surfaces together. nothing. there were traces of sound, sharp notes that twinkled above the muted pulse of your heartbeat in your ears like wind chimes. but, for the most part, you couldn't hear anything.
for the most part. you should not have settled for most.
it always started slowly, in a way that, to the untrained ear, sounded like euijoo was suffering from a tummy ache and had been struck by a wave of cramps. he groaned, sighed. you tried not to imagine what he was doing, tried not to stare through the wall like you had x-ray vision. the part of you that respected his privacy squeezed your eyes shut, just in case; the part of you that was human, that couldn't resist your body's natural and completely normal reactions, slipped one cup of the headphones off your ear.
"shit," you could hear him, muffled, "just like that."
it had to be some psychological torture experiment. having a roommate who was inconsiderately loud was bad enough; the fact that he was hot made it all the more unbearable, and you wondered if he was aware of how thin the walls were or if he was arrogant enough to not care. did he know he could get away with it? you predicted the answer was yes.
the truth was that all of nicholas's friends were hot, but most of them were less pompous about it than nicholas, who was visibly conscious of his outward appeal. his wardrobe, his hair— it all screamed i know i'm hot. but you'd never tell him that. euijoo's beauty snuck up on you. when you'd first met, his tall frame seemed to have shrunk behind the cluster of boys, lingering behind the onslaught of personalities that was their friend group. you'd noticed him later, when everything grew quiet at the end of the party nico invited you to following a slightly world-altering breakup. you had only agreed to go because your ex was, unfortunately, your only friend. meeting people seemed like a great idea.
nicholas wanted you to do more than just meet people, though.
"if you ever get lonely," nicholas had started his award-winning pitch over lunch one afternoon, "euijoo's always down for a good time."
you had nearly choked on your water. euijoo seemed like the least likely out of the group to be down for a good time. especially with you, to whom he had said a total of three words. he seemed more reserved than the others; when they jumped to ask you questions, bring you drinks, and drag you to dance, euijoo had sank deeper into the couch or slumped absentmindedly against the wall. he just looked disinterested, but looks could be deceiving.
"i'm good, thanks," you had wiped the water from your mouth on the back of your hand, choking down your embarrassment.
hook-ups weren't really your thing, hence the aforementioned world-altering breakup that stemmed entirely from your inability to let someone go. you craved emotional connection, long-term stability. you couldn't get that from a one night stand. you wanted to know someone, inside and out. you realized a bit too late that the closest you had ever come to real love was your own hand brushing through your hair, massaging lotion into your damp skin every evening and gently swiping lip balm over your lips every morning. and at night, it had been your own hand stuffed down the front of your shorts bringing yourself to orgasm.
you tried to fight your body every night. the guilt started to weigh on you, like you'd been keeping a secret, like you'd totaled his car in a parking lot and left a half-assed note on his windshield. all the while, your frustration bled into something hotter. you could feel it now, the burning between your thighs, so sharp it almost hurt. and so began your nightly routine: hear him, hate him, and then join him. from the comfort of your own bed, of course, with your laptop open next to you like you'd be paying any attention at all to whatever you decided to put on.
"fuck, baby," euijoo's hoarse voice seeped sinfully through the wall, and your legs involuntarily squeezed, desperate for any friction at all. you would have never admitted it, but you kind of liked the way the guilt amplified your arousal, even if you struggled to look him in the eyes every morning. the thrill of being caught almost outweighed the fear of it.
you quickly pulled up your preferred site. preferred was a bit of a stretch as you didn't really visit many others, but this one got the job done. the interface was a bit clunky, so you were immediately met with an onslaught of streams, both pre-recorded and live, catering to any and every fetish and interest; girls in latex or draped in lace, men in costume, or masked bodies roleplaying vigilantes in the shadows— it was all there in one flashing, oversaturated place. if you weren't half-drunk on your roommate's moans, you would have been severely overwhelmed. but instead, you scrolled and scrolled with your brows furrowed, not quite sure what you were looking for. were you even looking for anything? the thrill of watching usually did it for you before any dirty talk could, mixed with the mental image of your roommate across the hall with his cock in his fist.
god, you were fucked.
you clicked one at random. it didn't matter; the throbbing in your panties promised an orgasm before the site's sponsored ads were even finished running. but, quicker than you anticipated, you were met with the live feed of the stream, of the streamer's dimly lit room. you'd never seen this camboy before, even in passing, but you were not disappointed with your impulsive choice.
user byunny's webcam was angled low, tilted meticulously to reveal only what he wanted you, vaguely speaking, to see; in pixelated, dull light, the exposed skin of his chest and stomach glowed subtly, like headlights muted in sheets of rain, and the angle accentuated the toned slopes of his stomach. he was built delicately, sculpted with a gentle hand from his ribs to his hips which jutted, helplessly, into his hand. you felt your cheeks burn as his fingers wrapped tighter around his leaking, angry cock. the tip had been long flushed red, the length of it coated sleek and throbbing. his hips stuttered with every pained stroke from base to tip, his hips lifting to meet his movements in weak, pleasure-driven thrusts. sweat rolled down the soft expanse of his stomach, rolling down the curve of his waist and disappearing into the shadows of the background. of course, you were meant to be watching his dick, perfectly centered and begging for attention, but you found yourself lost in the details; the t-shirt bunched at the top of the screen, held up by his free hand to keep the flexing muscles of his abdomen visible, the swell of his chest as he panted, as his orgasm inched closer, and his hands. they were pretty, knuckles flushed with vigor, and his fingers were long. you followed the precise bend of his wrist to the golden flat of the back of his palm, all the way to his perfectly kept nail beds, all pristine— except for one.
secured neatly around one of his fingers was a bandage. the hotdogs were roller-skating, and they were skating directly up the length of camboy byunny's twitching cock. your breath caught in your throat as the thought did more than cross your mind. no, the thought pummeled through every other idea you could have had, knocking them against the sides of your skull and shattering them into thousands of pieces. deny, deny, deny, you thought, there are reasonable explanations for this. coincidences were real; you'd been in several of them. at the store, sometimes your total was your birthday. last week, a stranger on the sidewalk had been wearing the same shoes as you. certainly, these hotdog bandages were a hot commodity among wound-havers.
but, then, there was no denying it, as you heard, through the ear that was not covered by the headphones, the ear that could hear every sound euijoo made in his room next to yours, "im coming- fuck, im coming."
approximately four seconds later, traveling the bottomless pit of latency that plummeted for miles and still didn't hold a candle to the trench in the bottom of your stomach, the man on your screen arched up into his hand, his hotdog-clad finger wrapped definitively around the base of his cock. he groaned, in a distorted, disorientingly familiar voice, "im coming- fuck, im-"
you slammed your laptop closed.
"so, you really thought he was beating it every night for fun?"
nicholas found humor in everything, somehow. even this, which you delivered in a hushed and frantic tone in the center of your favorite cafe, made him snort so loud that every head turned and looked at you. you wondered if they knew, if just by looking at you they could tell that you watched your roommate jack off online. you wondered even more if they could tell that you liked it. that was the part that scared you— you had imagined that very situation for months, privately theorizing what he might have been doing, whether he was using a toy or rutting his hips into his mattress. but, back then, you had just heard him, and the visual in your brain was blurred, as if to protect his identity from your perverted brain. seeing him felt like a major violation, even if you were one of hundreds of people watching. did they feel like this, too?
"you didn't think to mention that euijoo was…" you lowered your head to the table, catching a clear whiff of your coffee swirling in your cup as you kept your voice hushed but frantic, "a camboy? that didn't seem like vital information when i asked if there was anything i should know?"
"it's not really my place to tell you, hm?" nicholas raised an eyebrow, swirling his cup in his hand. the liquid sloshed faintly in the plastic confines as he relaxed back in the padded seating of the cafe chair, "but i personally put two and two together after four days of sleeping like shit and losing my earplugs in my pillows."
"well, what did you do?" you asked, "like, how did you get him to stop?"
"stop?" nicholas laughed again, like he was wise beyond his years, "he can't just stop, dude, that's his job. you either pretend you don't know, play dumb, or you can ask him to keep it down… every night for the rest of your lease."
you realized then why euijoo needed a new place to stay and none of his previous roommates did. nicholas was chill, of course, and didn't seem too bothered by your current situation, but the other boys had shorter tempers, less patience. the idea of euijoo being kicked out of his previous apartment made you wonder why nicholas was so insistent that he would make an excellent roommate for you. everything he had said was true; euijoo was timely with rent, and he never complained about the chores you divided equally between the two of you. it was only the constant dirty talk after sundown and the wall-shaking moaning that knocked him down a peg. and now the fact that you saw his dick and can't stop thinking about it.
"i'm so screwed," you covered your face with your hands, experiencing, for what honestly felt like the first time, darkness and peace at the same time. until your phone chimed on the table below you. with your hands still pressed firmly over your eyes, you sensed nico's hand reaching across the table to flip your phone toward him. you asked, voice muffled by your palms, "who is it?"
"the devil himself," nicholas said with a smirk, flipping the phone back toward you as you slid your hands away from your face to read the text on your lockscreen. from euijoo, a simple question: can i move your clothes out of the dryer? nicholas sipped at his coffee as he studied the way your brows furrowed, as if the question required more than a yes or no. "he's like a housewife," he sighed, almost reminiscing, "does he cook for you?"
"if i say yes, will you take him back? sounds like you really miss him," you teased, half-joking as you typed back a hurried response of 'yes,' when you actually wanted to just tell him to burn everything and forget you ever lived there, that you were moving across the country, maybe even booking a spot on the next moon landing. and then you wondered if 'yes' seemed too enthusiastic. like, yes, please look through all my clothes! so you tacked on a quick apology for a final response of 'yes, sorry.' perfect. not too excited and equally regretful.
next to your other texts, the current conversation stood out because that's what it was— a conversation. your previous messages were brief and dry, ritualistic at best, letting each other know in as few words as possible that rent was on the counter or that there were leftovers in the fridge. it was strange to receive a text asking for permission to do something as mundane as moving laundry from the dryer, which you were positive you'd done before and just left his clean clothes in a heap on the couch. it was even stranger to see your phone light up again, this time with a third text in the chain. 'don't be sorry,' it read. you visibly gulped, stomach tied in an uneasy knot. had euijoo been cloned and replaced?
nicholas downed the last of his coffee as you stared into the blinding light of your screen. he stood up, clapped one sympathetic hand on your shoulder, and said, "no, thanks," he tossed his empty cup in the trash bin by the cafe exit, "i really like my beauty sleep."
when you returned to your apartment, euijoo had made himself lunch. he stood in front of the sink, hovering over the basin where the dirty dishes once sat in stacks to catch the crumbs of his sandwich, of which there were plenty. he probably wouldn't have noticed your presence if you didn't drop your keys on the counter, the sound of the metal clanging drawing his chin over his shoulder, drawing his eyes to yours. instead of greeting you, he nodded his head toward the stove.
another sandwich, untouched and resting neatly on a napkin.
you eyed it, suspiciously.
"do you not like turkey?" euijoo asked, cheeks stuffed full of bread.
he watched as you crossed the kitchen, closing the distance between you and the sandwich and, thus, you and euijoo. you lifted the top slice of bread, examining the layers of toppings. it actually looked delicious, which surprised you less than you anticipated. "turkey's good," you gave him a small, hesitant smile, "thanks."
euijoo hummed in reponse, gaze transfixed on the shrinking space between your mouth and your lunch. he watched your lips part, watched the bread rest on the plush flesh of them as you bit into the corner of the crust. as you swallowed the first bite, he asked, "so how'd you, uh, sleep? with your new toy?"
you would have dropped the sandwich if you weren't so hyper aware of his eyes on you, of his presence so close but so far, just within arms reach. the short answer was that you didn't; the long answer was that, every time you closed your eyes, you replayed the subtle tensing and flexing of his stomach as he drove himself to orgasm, the clenching of damp honeyed skin in the dim light of his room. you slammed your laptop shut before you actually saw him tip fully over the edge, but your brain filled in the gaps until sunrise. in fact, your brain was still filling in the gaps, even standing right next to him.
"great," you lied, rotating the sandwich in your hand, looking for the next best bite. lunch and small talk. euijoo had definitely been cloned and replaced. "yeah, they were totally worth the money."
"good," he nodded, watching as you took another bite. crumbs fell like fresh snow, dusting the front of your shirt, coating the fabric pulled taut by the swell of your chest. he inhaled deeply, releasing the breath as an airy laugh, "just curious since, you know, i have a personal investment," he wiggled his bandaged finger in the space between you, just in case you might have successfully repressed the image of his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the bandage stark against the flushed underside.
you laughed, too. it felt like that was all you could do. "right," you said, pushing through the heaviness in your chest, at the creeping feeling that he knew that you knew.
the two of you ate the rest of your sandwiches in silence.
that night, your clothes were folded neatly on the foot of your bed, sorted by color. this, of course, incited a new wave of daydreams, this time of the domestic variety; you pictured euijoo, laundry piled high in his arms, making the trek from the dryer to your bedroom— thinking about him in your bedroom— tucking your shirts under his chin, pairing your socks, and lining up the seams of your jeans. when he asked to move your clothes, you expected to find them in a messy pile on your bed. instead, you returned to find pristine stacks and a turkey sandwich. nicholas's voice spun in your head: he's like a housewife; does he cook for you?
whatever guilt you carried that first night dwindled over the following weeks into a hollow pang in the back of your throat, the echo of a faucet dripping in a silent and empty house. you felt fully consumed by him; euijoo was a dark cloud, rumbling thunder in the middle of the night. you had accidentally trained yourself to get turned on by your frustration, so every time you slipped into bed and placed your headphones over your ears, your core fluttered. your stomach twisted into one singular knot that only grew more complicated the longer you fended off the invasive mental images of euijoo relaxing into his pillows, almost parallel to you physically. each of you lay propped up, laptop angled toward you, your own hands unraveling that knot in synchronized rhythm.
it was nearly every night for you, too, now. you even made an account on the site to skip the ads, just so you didn't miss a single second of his stream. it amused you to see other viewers in his live chat thirsting over him, and it made you proud in a fucked up way that you knew the truth, that you knew what color his toothbrush was, that he jumped every time the toaster went ding! and that he checked over both shoulders after to make sure that no one saw. for two weeks, you tuned into his streams. for two weeks, you had let yourself succumb to the building desire you'd pushed down until you were full, spilling over. and tonight, you would do it again.
you slipped your headphones over your ears, using them now to keep your laptop's noise in rather than to keep euijoo's noise out. the shame stirred in your chest, barely noticeable but still there, as you pulled up his page and waited. you could hear him in the kitchen, filling a glass with water and slamming the cabinet a bit too harshly for the hour. but you didn't expect any less from him. the floor creaked with every step he took to his room, the hinge squeaking as he opened and closed the door behind him. you could hear him opening drawers and pushing them closed. he flipped his light switch off, and you kicked yourself at the way your heart began to thrum in your chest, how quickly your finger clicked to refresh the page.
and when user byunny finally went live, you felt every part of your body that had once been aflame run cold, the wet of your veins shattering like icicles tossed upon packed snow. you were sure you gasped out loud, mouth hanging open, at the sight before you. euijoo's streams were usually slow, starting with a teasing, casual segment that showcased the growing bulge in whatever pants he had decided to wear. sometimes, they were sweatpants; sometimes, they were printed pajamas; always, they looked damn good on him. tonight, however, there was no teasing, no slow-paced stroking or conversation. tonight, there was no clothing at all except the brightly colored panties crumpled in his fist.
"what the fuck," you mumbled to yourself, leaning in closer to the screen to examine the baby blue fabric, stark against the angry red tip of his cock. the friction was audible, layered beneath his desperate panting. it seemed like all you could do was mutter the phrase over and over to yourself as your poor, confused body decided whether to be pissed. you couldn't deny the warmth that pooled between your legs, just as you couldn't deny the burn in your cheeks as you realized he was broadcasting your underwear to all of his viewers. the heat everywhere amplified as you thought about him rummaging through your drawers, picking through pair after pair in search of those specifically. or did he get them from your laundry, which he so graciously offered to move and then fold, unprompted?
surely, it was all coincidence. it had to be a gimmick, an easy way to satisfy another viewer's request. you'd seen him try all kinds of weird things in just the short time you'd been watching. one viewer asked him to hold a spoon while he jacked off and scoop up his cum with it after. another asked him to narrate every action and voice every thought he had, and the next night wanted him silent. every wish was fulfilled without any argument, any question; his obedience was one of his favored traits among his viewers. so, it made sense to think that someone asked him to get off with a pair of underwear, and it made sense that he had snuck a pair of yours to do so. it didn't have to mean anything.
"wish this was your pussy instead of your panties- fuck," euijoo groaned, twisting the material tighter between his palm and his skin. your mouth was somehow drier than sand, throat closing despite the drool that threatened to spill from the corners of your mouth at the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock gleamed in the harsh light from his screen. the angle was the same every time, highlighting the curve of his waist around the contracting muscles of his stomach. he choked out a desperate sound, "wish it was you- wish i was, fuck, grinding my cock against your ass until i couldn't take it anymore."
was he talking about you? few other explanations held up when you looked at the facts. he was fucking your panties— who else would he be talking about? an idea flickered, arrived in a flash and left even quicker: you would knock, once, on the wall. you would knock, once, on the same wall that drove you to insanity because of just how thin it really was. realistically, he probably could have heard the blankets rustling as you lifted your arm. he could have heard the grinding of your bones in your hand as you balled your fingers into a fist. he most definitely heard the solid, singular knock that reverberated, first, through your room. it was absolute, like the final placement of an empty mug on a coaster. in your headphones, you heard the knock again, about four seconds later. if nothing else, he would take it as a noise complaint, but the way his hand slowed, the way he inhaled like it hurt, told you that euijoo took the knock exactly as you intended— an answer.
euijoo released his breath as a dry, low chuckle. "are you watching, princess?" he asked, "i kind of thought you might be, but i wasn't sure." his voice was deeper than usual, rough like pavement, and it went straight through you. the pet name, the suspicion, the way he knew what you were up to the whole time and didn't change a thing about his routine. it was shameless, confident. euijoo adjusted the panties around him, flattening the soft cotton against the length of him and letting the lace trim decorate the top of his hand. "i hope you dont mind that i borrowed these. they peek out of the top of your jeans sometimes and drive me fucking crazy." he slid his hand up and down, slowly, bunching the material with every stroke, "do you do that on purpose? knock once for yes."
to everyone else, it had to have appeared scripted. perverted roommate gets caught by other, equally perverted roommate. it was all so real, all so shocking to you; were you that oblivious? had you been too distracted by how loud and hot he was to notice that he was distracted by you, too? how many times had euijoo watched you scurry from the shower to your room, peering through the crack in his door as you held your towel up with one hand? you'd done several things to try for his attention, of course, like wearing low-cut tops when your friends went out together, sitting next to him in the backseat and asking him so, so sweetly to buckle your seatbelt for you. but none of that seemed to affect him as much as the cheap, blue panties that sat just a bit too high for your jeans. you squeezed your thighs closer together, picturing his eyes lingering on your hips every time you bent over, rummaging through the fridge for a drink or untying your shoes.
you knocked once.
"fuck, i knew it," euijoo stifled a groan, "knew you weren't as innocent as you seemed. you wouldn't be watching me if that were the case, would you?" you could hear the smirk in his voice, "wouldn't be touching yourself to me, either— timing your orgasms with mine. too fucking sweet." your chest would surely be bruised from how hard your heart was beating, leaping forward and bouncing back off your ribs in erratic jolts. euijoo whispered, like it was a secret, only meant for you, "i can hear you, too. did you know that, doll? knock."
this time, you knocked twice for no. you were nowhere near as loud as he was, even going so far as to stuff your mouth with your shirt to ensure that you were more than silent. when he heard your knocks, he squeezed his long, slender fingers around the base of his cock, jerking his hips up involuntarily.
euijoo grunted, then hummed, "mhm, i can hear every pretty little sigh, every delicious moan. like music, baby. better than fucking music. to know im helping you feel good, so good you cant even look at me the next day— fuck." he gulped down any restraint he might have had, preparing to take a leap that would either result in you in his bed or him looking for a new place to live. "i wish you were here right now, fisting my cock for me," he said, "want you to make me come, baby. would you like that, too? i'm sure my friends here wouldn't mind."
the next knock wasn't on his wall but on his door, just as you pushed it open with a shaking hand. you weren't sure what came over you, what posessed your body and carried you from your bed to his room. the version of you that texted euijoo four months ago, offering him the spare room, would have never imagined that you'd have ended up here. as the door swung open, you took your first look at his bedroom. the door was always closed, even when he was out of the apartment, taunting you like a locked chest packed full of antique treasures and baubles. even in the dim lighting, his walls were charming, decorated with posters and photos. his shelves were lined with collectibles and keepsakes. every inch of space was uniquely him, aside from the corner of the room captured by the webcam on his laptop, which was undistinguishable from any other white wall and bed with plain sheets in the world. the only thing that stood out was euijoo himself, propped up on pillows to achieve that perfect angle you'd grown so fond of.
this angle was better.
this angle, peering down at him from your place in the doorway, revealed everything you'd been deprived of through the screen. his hair was disheveled, beads of sweat bunching the ends of his bangs into jagged points that stuck out every which way against the flushed skin of his forehead. his shirt had been discarded and left in a crumpled heap on the floor next to his bed, leaving his shoulders and neck to be carved by the harsh shadows from the computer's artificial lighting. the sheen on his chest traveled all the way to the top of his hips, where he was still stroking himself in slow, languid motions, as though he were trying really hard to drag this whole situation out.
"hi, pretty," euijoo smiled, and you could see it now, so sweet, so different from the lewd scene before you, "come here. dont be shy."
you crossed the room, timidly, and closed the distance between you, swallowing your nerves like two tough, chalky pills. he tracked your every move with heavy-lidded, dark eyes. the air was thick, hot; it felt like swimming, like being boiled alive. euijoo's skin was hot, too, as you approached him on the bed and his left hand reached out to brush your arm, to coax you closer. your knees hit the side of the mattress, slightly shaking the camera, which your eyes refused to leave. you could see your shadow cast over him, suddenly aware that there was still an audience, that just because you closed your laptop to come finish the job, the hundreds of other people didn't. in fact, they tuned in, closer, more intently. you were part of the show, now, and it made your throat feel impossibly drier.
"don't worry about them," euijoo reassured you, drawing soft circles on the skin of your upper arm, "pretend they're not there. just you and me, yeah?" you wished it could have been. so badly, you wanted to be alone with him, to have this moment all to yourself. this was as good as it was going to get, at least for now.
you nodded and repeated, "just you and me," as you crawled up into his bed, your knees sinking into the plush material of the mattress. your heart sank, too, all the way to the bottom of your stomach where it pumped all the blood directly to your core.
"there you go," euijoo praised, and you visibly relaxed, "i'm all yours, baby. touch me however you want, but you know how i like it."
and then you were touching him, your hand replacing his around the base of his throbbing cock, discarding the panties altogether. you'd done nothing but touch your underwear for weeks. you wanted to feel him. euijoo hissed as the cool skin of your fingers settled on him, setting him ablaze with a scorching sensitivity. the first real contact of skin on skin, of your palm dragging aching swipes down his twitching cock. his hips lifted as your thumb smeared the pearly beads of his arousal with every stroke. your touch was gentle, but your pace was not.
"fuck, just like that," he sighed, leaning back, hands threading into the loose sheets, "feels so good."
slowly, his persona began to crumble, chipping away more and more with every jerk of your wrist, until he was putty beneath you. until he was a perfect puddle, bucking up helplessly into your hand. it felt, for a second, like it really was just the two of you. until you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the screen, and your attention flickered from watching the blissful crease in his brow deepen and smooth to the frantic, desperate motion of your hand, blurred by the stream's lag. it melted the two of you into one, a muddled and pixelated form identified as human only by the sounds euijoo was unable to hold back the closer you brought him to the edge. whines, whimpers— all softer, more raw, than the exaggerated moans and grunts he put on for the sake of his audience.
with your hand wrapped around him, he sounded like he was yours.
"i'm close," euijoo blindly pawed at the fabric of your shorts, the inner seam undoubtedly soaked, "i was close before you even started, close just thinking about you."
there was something still a little unnerving about speaking, if not because of the hundreds of viewers then because you didn't want to slip up and say something wrong, something stupid. you were distracted by the possibility of saying his name, of giving away his identity by accident and ruining everything. so, you settled for eye contact, for dragging your nails down his side and watching as the subtle red welts followed in their wake. you settled for a quiet intimacy as his plush lips fell open and you shared the same breath.
all euijoo could manage was a rushed warning, a choked, "coming-" before his hips rolled one final time into your hand, his release spurting out and over in hot streams. a constant pulse of pleasure racked through his body as you worked him, slowly, milking every last drop until he was whining, doing everything he could to not chant your name like a prayer.
you'd have taken this over a turkey sandwich any day.
your hand, covered in his cum, stilled at the base of his still twitching, sensitive cock. euijoo, with his chest still heaving, reached over and gently wiped the back of your palm with familiar soft, blue fabric. that same gentleness you'd used in the kitchen weeks ago, when he had cut his finger helping you open your package and you'd smoothed the bandage over his skin, was staring right back at you, cheeks flushed and forehead sticky with sweat.
you were panting, too, like you'd done anything but ruin the underwear you were currently wearing. everything happened so fast, so suddenly that it felt like a dream, like you were sleepwalking. it was the same dream you'd drank herbal teas and massaged pressure points to avoid having every night, the one where you and euijoo ended up in a puddle of sweat. only you were awake, now, fully drunk on the scent of him, the sound of him.
and the look of him, just like the audience, which you were now acutely aware of as euijoo carefully wiped away the last of his release from your skin.
euijoo motioned vaguely toward the laptop with a nod, a confident and aimless tip of his head, "end it," he said and, with an arrogant, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his bitten lips, added "unless you want them to watch me fuck you senseless."
in which you're on vacation with euijoo and nicholas, and a dare leads to a very spicy night. or - the one where you have a threesome with your best friends.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), both boys swear like sailors, no mxm action, also no butt stuff, some manhandling, euijoo gets rough, reader slaps nico during sexy time bc he likes it, minors do not interact!
Nicholas was convinced you would let Euijoo get away with anything, and he decided to test this theory on vacation.
"No way," Euijoo said, his eyes wide and his ears already turning red. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"She'll let you do it," Nico argued, his face full of mischief. As always.
Euijoo shook his head. "If you want to hook up with her so badly, then just ask her."
Nico made a face and said, "Boring."
Euijoo rolled his eyes, but the seed was planted and he was thinking about it.
The three of you were enjoying a well-deserved vacation and had come back to your rental for the night. The bedroom had two queen beds and one sleeper sofa. It was a given you got one of the beds, leaving Euijoo and Nico to arm wrestle over who would be sleeping on the sofa.
Euijoo lost.
Nico opened the window between the two beds, letting a perfect breeze blow in carrying the salty scent of the ocean. You opened your bag and started rifling through your things, exhausted in the best of ways.
It had been a busy day of sight-seeing and eating, photographs and thrills. Memories you would carry for the rest of your life. You couldn't have asked for better friends than the two boys you seemed to take with you everywhere as you explored all the world had to offer.
The only downside was the single bathroom in the rental that would have to be shared by the three of you. After winning rock, paper, scissors, you got to go first, leaving Nicholas and Euijoo to scheme in your absence.
You were tired after a long evening at the beach with the boys. Resting on your stomach, you bunched a pillow between your arms and opened the lastest novel you'd been reading, letting it help you wind down.
Rare silence filled the room. Eventually, you clocked Nicholas and Euijoo watching you, their hair still damp from their showers.
"It's too quiet," you said after a moment, eyes still on the book. "Did you guys fight?"
"No, we're good," Euijoo replied hurriedly, looking to Nico for confirmation. You glanced over just long enough to watch the two of them nod awkwardly.
With a giggle, you teased, "Did you guys fuck?"
"What?" Euijoo exclaimed, while Nico said, "No," without missing a beat.
"Then, why are you being weird?"
"She knows us too well," Nico mumbled under his breath to Euijoo, but you heard and smiled. Nico turned to you and said, "I dared Euijoo to do something, but he's too scared of you to do it."
Euijoo made a face, insulted and flustered.
You scoffed, flipped the page of your book nonchalantly, and asked, "Why would Euijoo be scared of me?"
"I'm not."
"Just do the dare then. I'm not gonna bite you."
Euijoo's cheeks were getting redder by the second.
To be fair, you'd been best friends with Euijoo and Nicholas for many years. Yes, you flirted. Yes, you guys talked openly about everything. Yes, sometimes sexual tension started to arise.
So when Euijoo came over and crawled onto your bed, you didn't bat an eye. You read through another paragraph like it was nothing. But when he straddled your ass, framing your hips with his knees, you stopped and lifted your head.
"Nico, what the fuck are you up to?" you snapped, turning to look at your trouble-making friend lounging comfortably on the other bed.
Nicholas, to the surprise of no one, was leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head as if he were back at the pool. "I knew it," he said with a big devilish grin. "His dick is chilling between your ass cheeks right now and you're letting him get away with it."
"What did you want me to do - kick him?"
"Tell him to get off."
Something flickered across your face and you narrowed your eyes at Nicholas in a scowl before finally glancing over your shoulder at Euijoo, who was hovering above you. And you quickly realized he looked a little too good at that angle.
"Get off?" you asked, smirking. "Good choice of words, Nico."
The slightest panic raced across Nico's face and he knew then and there you were about to beat him at his own game, like you always did.
Propping up on your elbows, you turned your attention back to Euijoo, who had been gravely silent as if waiting for his fate to be decided, and asked, "You alright up there?"
Euijoo swallowed the lump in his throat. "Don't kill me. It was his idea." But frankly, Euijoo was so turned on he couldn't see straight.
You laughed and turned back to your book, saying, "Read this."
Euijoo leaned a little closer, his lips by your ear and you could hear every tense, labored breath he took. His cock was still nestled against your ass, half-hard now just from feeling the warmth of you.
You pointed to where you'd been reading and Euijoo's eyes widened in shock.
"Dude, she's reading porn!"
"No fucking way," Nico exclaimed in disbelief, getting up from the bed to investigate.
You flashed another glare at him and warned, "Nicholas, you come over here and you'll both regret it."
Nico very submissively walked backwards to his bed and flopped back onto the mattress in defeat.
Euijoo's heart was racing so hard you could feel it thumping through you. Giving him a little smile that promised either pleasure or retribution, he zeroed in on you like a heat-seeking missile.
"Keep reading," you said lowly.
Euijoo's gaze fell back to the page and not a second passed before you were moving underneath him. And his heart stopped altogether.
You rolled your ass against his clothed cock, arching so his length would feel your folds through your tiny shorts. You could feel him getting harder and that made you smug, but your focus soon became just how big he was and how far you were going to let him go.
"Fuck," Euijoo stuttered, his hips connecting with your ass in a sharp thrust.
It caught you by surprise. "Easy, Juju," you chided playfully when he snapped his hips against your ass again, a little harder this time, jarring you on the bed.
Euijoo stopped, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. "Sorry."
"Oh, come on," Nico said impatiently.
You checked on him out of the corner of your eye and taunted, "Enjoying the show?"
"Nothing's happened yet for me to enjoy."
You were never one to back away from a challenge, or for a chance to make Nico shut the fuck up. You could tell by his eyes that he wanted to be the one rubbing his dick against your pussy, and part of you was a little stunned when you realized you would let Euijoo fuck the shit out of you just to piss Nico off.
Tossing your book to the side, you reached back with both hands and shimmied your pants and underwear down slowly until your bare ass was on display.
"Your turn," you told Euijoo, shooting one more look at Nico. And you were thrilled to see he was burning alive with envy.
Never in a million years did Nico actually think you would let Euijoo fuck you just to spite him. And he was already thinking about all the angles he was going to hit it to punish you.
Completely oblivious to the silent exchange between his friends, Euijoo tugged down his sweatpants and freed his stiff cock, pumping it in his fist.
"Give me your hand," you said, turning slightly on your side.
Euijoo did as told and you brought two of his fingers into your mouth. Holding onto his heated gaze with your own, you sucked and licked his fingers until they were slick and then popped them out of your mouth.
"Put them in me," you whispered, glancing down at Euijoo's stiff cock that was so hard it curved toward his abs.
Euijoo glanced down at your plump ass and your perfect folds, and brought his wet fingers to your sex, slipping them inside your folds carefully. He found your entrance and pushed inside, making a little noise fall from your lips.
"Fuck," Nico growled as Euijoo stroked his fingers in and out of your cunt, a soft wet sound growing louder and louder with each stroke.
You whimpered as Euijoo worked you with his long fingers, gripping the pillow under your head with both hands. You were getting so fucking turned on by Nico watching from the other bed, staring at your pussy sucking in Euijoo's digits like he was about to start drooling at the sight.
That made your walls clench and Euijoo groaned, "Fuck, you're so tight."
"Take your fingers out, Juju," you said quietly, running out of patience.
"Why? Does it hurt?"
"I want your dick."
Euijoo pulled his fingers from you and coated his cock with your slick. He gave it a few more pumps of his fist as he resituated his knees on opposite sides of your hips, pressing close to you and fitting the head of his length between your folds.
When he started pushing inside, you felt your walls stretching to accept him, and you fisted the blanket beneath you. Oh, shit, you thought, wondering how the hell he was going to fit fully inside you. Not wanting to fill the room with your moans, you buried your face in the pillow to stifle your cries.
Euijoo listened to your little sounds and he kept stroking his cock into you, opening you up for him, sinking in deeper with each slow thrust into your wet, hot cunt. Once he was balls deep, he braced his hands on the mattress and moaned, "Fuck."
You lifted your head from the pillow and sucked in a gulp of air, whining, "Oh my god, Euijoo. You're so..."
Euijoo was long fucking gone over the way you'd just said his name. He immediately drew his hips back and slammed his cock back into you, making you jerk forward onto the pillow, wanting you to chant his name like that until your voice broke.
Nico watched Euijoo fuck you and his blood boiled. Euijoo was too soft; he pumped his cock in your pussy, but he didn't pull your hair or slap your ass, and Nico knew that was what you wanted. You needed hard and rough, and Euijoo was too in love with you to get it done.
"Juju, grab her by the throat," Nico snarled, his dick hard and already leaking in his pants. He made no moves to touch it; he wouldn't give himself any relief until you were taken care of.
Euijoo didn't hesitate to wind his hand around you, clamping it on your neck, beneath your chin. He tipped your head up and made your back arch, slapping his hips into your ass faster.
You didn't expect him to turn your face toward his so he could seal his lips on yours, stealing a kiss and tasting you for the first time. It made you mumble against his mouth and you wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, but the words wouldn't come.
All you could manage was a curse or two. "F-fuck," you whimpered, winching your eyes closed. You had to give credit to Euijoo, he knew how to use that big dick. His pace was savage, stuffing you with every inch of his cock until the wet slap of your pussy sucking him in filled the room.
Euijoo kept his grip on your neck, panting, "Is it too rough?"
Before you could say anything, Nico snapped, "Don't fucking ask that. She wants you to use her."
Lips parted, you finally willed yourself to look over at Nico and the way he was smoldering almost made you come. You liked him watching how well you could take it, wanting him to praise you, but instead, it seemed he already had you figured out.
So, you tried to rile him up. "Jealous?"
"Why should I be?" Nico shot back. "It's my turn next."
You scoffed. "You think you get a turn."
Euijoo groaned, "Can both of you shut up? I'm gonna come."
You'd never heard Euijoo so mad in your entire life, and both you and Nico smiled at having gotten that rare reaction out of him.
"Come, Juju," you whispered, gripping the edge of the mattress tight. The bed was creaking loudly. Euijoo was using you like his own personal toy, and you were eating it up. Your pussy ached in the best way, kneading his length.
Euijoo abandoned your neck to grab your hips, moaning and panting as he released inside you, milking every drop of cum deep in your cunt.
When Euijoo slowly pulled his softening cock from your hole, you slumped into the bed, catching your breath. He was barely off the bed and the mattress dipped under Nico's weight, his pants on the floor.
Nico grabbed your waist and flipped you harshly onto your back, and hissed, "You're gonna watch me take this shit."
You reeled your hand back and swatted him across the face, making a loud slap echo through the room. Nico grabbed your wrists and pinned them on opposite sides of your head, his pupils dilated to black.
"Fuck," Nico growled, smashing his lips on yours in a heated, hungry kiss. "Do that again when I'm inside you."
With Nico's hands around your wrists like cuffs, you hooked your legs on his hips and drew him close. He shifted his eyes down your body to your glistening pussy and notched his cock at your entrance, watching Euijoo's cum slip out.
"What are you waiting for?" you asked hurriedly. You were on the edge, sore and aching, close to orgasm.
"Permission."
You swallowed to wet your throat and when Nico lifted his head to meet your eyes, you sank a little deeper into the mattress under the weight of his gaze. "Fuck me, Nico," you whispered.
Nico pressed in, inch by agonizing inch, and watched your body arch as pleasure coursed through you.
"Nico," you gasped, eyes lolling back when the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.
"Yeah, my pretty little slut," he taunted, releasing one of your wrists to wrap his fingers around your neck. "Take all that dick."
The moment he canted his hips back and shoved his cock into you hard, you swiped your hand at his face again, but with half the force.
Nico tightened his grip on your throat while his other hand swiftly hooked in the bend of your knee and pressed you deeper into the mattress, throttling his cock into you at a steady rhythm like he was out to prove your pussy was his.
"How long have you been thinking about this, Nico?" Euijoo asked, sprawled on the other bed like he had zero strength left in his body.
"You have no fucking idea," Nico said gruffly as he kept his eyes where your bodies met, watching his cock vanish inside your tight velvet walls.
"Then fuck me like you mean it," you told him, holding onto his waist for purchase.
Nico looked at your pretty face, marveling just how beautiful you could be while getting fucked, and joked, "You just want another load of cum in you."
You nodded.
"You were made to be used like this, pretty girl."
You bit your lip and purred, "Use me, Nico."
So he did, sheathing his cock in your pussy over and over until finally all the tension that had been building inside you snapped, taking you over the edge into euphoria. You cried out and moaned, digging your nails into Nico's skin as your body shook, clamping down on his dick.
Nico came without warning, your cunt tightening on him so hard that he couldn't help but release inside you with a ragged groan. You were coming down from the high and went limp underneath him as the last of his seed filled you, making you feel warm and full.
Unlike Euijoo, Nico collapsed on top of you, his body heavy on yours. The two of you breathed in perfect sync, trying to come back to your senses. Once he'd stopped shaking, Nico clambered off of you and sat up, falling back against the wall so you could move.
You turned your head and saw Euijoo, who was on his stomach in the other bed, his eyes batting sleepily. When your eyes met, he smiled softly, as if to reassure you the frienship wasn't totally fucked now.
Nico, on the other hand, after seeing you and Euijoo exchange looks, reached over and palmed your naked thigh, stealing your attention. You turned to him expectantly and Nico said, "We both want you."
"And I want both of you," you replied honestly.
"You'll have to choose one day," Euijoo whispered, frowning despite how hard he fought it.
You sighed. "Not tonight though. Tonight, it's just the three of us. And nothing else matters."
That coaxed a smile out of Nico. He sat up and began gathering you in his arms, rising from the bed to lower you to the mattress beside Euijoo. You let yourself melt between them, happy when Euijoo pulled the blanket over the three of you and Nico laid beside you on the other side.
When they started pressing kisses to your cheeks and your neck, and their hands began wandering over your naked body like it belonged to them now, you closed your eyes and smiled, knowing you were fucked.
Because there was no way in hell you would ever be able to choose between your boys, and there was no one on earth that could convince you to live without them.
⤷ in which euijoo cancels plans with you to study, but you make absolutely sure he learns his lesson — part two of what a loser !
nsfw! sub!euijoo, fwb, nerd!euijoo, dom!reader, degradation kink, public sex, use of vibrator on euijoo, cumming in pants, briefly mentions anal and finger sucking. wc: ~3.2k
the last time you’d seen euijoo, he was standing in that kitchen with flushed cheeks, messy hair, sweatpants low on his hips, and the cutest look of disbelief on his face after you’d asked, “you know this isn’t a one-time thing, right?”
and after that you’d kissed his cheek, then went your separate ways for the night.
but then… there was nothing. no accidental run-ins in the hallway. no late-night tea brewing sightings. no awkward eye contact across the lobby.
every time you walked past the communal kitchen, you’d glance inside just in case, but he was never there.
you’d roll your eyes at yourself every single time. seriously?
it had only been one weird, unexpected, and ridiculously fun night. you weren’t about to start waiting around for some loser who’d gone right back to burying himself in books. you had plenty of other people who wanted to fuck you, so why were you so bothered by only him?
by the third day, you’d decided he’d definitely been too embarrassed to face you, which honestly, fair enough. after what went down in that communal kitchen, you figured euijoo probably died of shyness every time he remembered it. he’d probably switched dorms just to avoid running into you.
which was exactly why the knock on your door saturday evening caught you completely off guard.
you raised an eyebrow and immediately shot up in your bed. your roommate was out, your friends never knocked, and nobody else really had a reason to just stop by.
you walked over, unlocking the door without thinking.
“you?”
he stood there clutching the straps of his backpack so tightly his knuckles had gone white. he looked like a schoolboy, anxious for his first day of class. the moment your eyes met, his dropped to the floor almost instantly.
he was somehow even cuter than you remembered.
there was something attractively boyish about him. his soft features and hesitant movements, like he still wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to even exist near you despite literally having been inside you before. even now, after finally working up the courage to come see you, he looked one awkward sentence away from turning around and running back to his room.
“hi,” he mumbled, ears already turning pink.
“…hi, euijoo.”
awkward silence. he swallowed, and began, “i, um…” then another silence.
you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms with the smallest grin tugging at your lips, “you came all the way over here just to say hi?”
“n-no.”
“okay.”
“…”
“…”
“well?”
he let out the tiniest sigh, like he’d been rehearsing this for hours.
“i…” he started, only to stop himself. he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to spit it out, “...i’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“which part?”
“t-that it wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. i didn’t know if you meant it.” his grip tightened on his backpack straps again before he added, “because i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
he finally managed to look up, cheeks burning so brightly you were impressed he’d made it through the sentence at all.
there was that painfully sincere honesty again.
he’d spent days working up the courage just to knock on your door because he wanted to see you again. you couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at you with that much hope over something you’d mentioned so casually.
you didn't answer, but instead, a grin slowly spread across your face.
his heart immediately started racing. "...w-what? did i misread this? sorry, i know i probably shouldn’t have come–”
you reached forward before he could overthink it, fingers grabbing his shirt by the collar. his breath hitched and before he knew it, you were tugging him forward with surprising ease, like he was made of jelly. his shoes stumbled across the threshold as you pulled him into your room.
"wait–"
the door swung shut behind him and you locked it without a second thought.
you were standing impossibly close. his eyes were wide and bright. it was sweet and addicting, watching how his pupils blew up when he looked at you.
"...you really thought i'd say that just to change my mind? just to, what, give you false hope?" you asked, amusement dancing in your voice.
he could only stare. his cheeks were already turning pink.
"...n-no."
"good." the corner of your mouth curled into a satisfied smile as you looked up at him, "because i really do wanna fuck you again.. i could do it right now.”
his throat bobbed as he swallowed back his nerves. all he could manage was to nod quickly.
you laughed quietly, tilting your head, "so is that a yes, you wanna fuck right now or..?"
“yes! i do. right now. o-only if you’re okay with it…” he tossed his backpack on the floor in a hurry, books spilling out onto the floor. then, he looked at you expectantly like he needed you to take the lead, which you gladly did. you closed the remaining distance between you, standing on your tiptoes.
and after that time… well. he’d kept coming back.
it hadn’t been a one time thing. not at all. in fact, it was more like a once a day thing.
a routine flourished. euijoo would show up when your roommate left for her afternoon lab, which gave you two at least three hours alone (god bless the stem majors for your generous contributions). you'd leave the door unlocked and he’d learned to let himself in. you’d even given him a designated hook for his backpack, since he came straight from the library, like you were the reward for all that studying.
you’d essentially corrupted sweet juju.
you’d molded him in the palm of your hands and turned this mushy, untouched boy into a pussydrunk man whose only goal was to make you feel good. he’d only ever learned how to please you. it was like building your own personal sex toy, programming it to satisfy any lewd act you wanted, customizing it to your liking. it was honestly kind of fucked up how much you loved this.
not only that, you watched him figure out what he liked in real time. every so often he’d bring a new question or request, usually about something he'd never been brave enough to admit he'd been curious about before, even to himself.
he'd ask so cautiously, round cheeks burning the entire time, like he was just waiting for you to laugh at him.
“could we maybe try, uh i think it was called reverse cowgirl?”
“is it weird if i want you to suck my finger while we do it? its probably weird isn’t it…?”
“i heard about anal online, but i don’t know if people actually do that.”
you couldn’t believe he had all of this in his dirty little mind all this time. it was like a checklist, the way you helped fulfill every burning fantasy he’d only ever dreamed of.
but the best part of it all was watching him change.
the painfully shy boy who could barely look you in the eye the first time he'd knocked on your door ever so slowly started warming up to you. little by little, he stopped second-guessing every word that came out of his mouth. he stopped apologizing quite so much. he even started working up the confidence to surprise you every now and then.
he was getting concerningly good at this whole sex thing. honestly, it was hard to believe he was a virgin not that long ago, especially considering that his sex drive seemed to be completely insatiable.
your roommate had just left for her lab, oblivious to what sinful acts were about to happen on the futon or desk or even in the mirror. a familiar flutter blossomed in your chest as you watched the door, waiting for him to walk through it next.
he’d probably show up at your door, boner already poking through his sweatpants, a wet patch on the front, eyes big and pleading for you to please suck it. or maybe he’d start out innocent today, kissing you first thing when he stepped in the room and spending way too long on foreplay before he made sweet, sweet, whiny love to you.
the endless possibilities with him always excited you. just thinking about it was already making you wet and achy between your thighs.
you reached for your phone to ask how much longer he’d be, but there was already a text waiting for you on the screen from two minutes ago.
juju: i’m really sorry, i have a biochem midterm tomorrow and i don’t think i can come over today. i really need to study :<
you stared at the screen. fuck.
you rolled onto your back with an exaggerated groan, tossing your phone onto the pillow beside you.
he'd chosen studying over you. the nerve!
a few seconds later, your phone buzzed again.
juju: i'm sorryyyy
juju: can i make it up to you after my exam?
your annoyance lasted all of three seconds, then a grin slowly spread across your face.
if he wasn't coming to you… well.
there was nothing stopping you from going to him.
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you never realized the campus library was so obnoxiously big. you'd only ever really stepped foot in it during finals week, usually to pretend to study for an hour before inevitably getting distracted and leaving for coffee.
euijoo, on the other hand, practically lived there.
you pushed through the front doors, immediately greeted by the smell of old books and coffee.
"...how the hell am i gonna find him in here?" you muttered to yourself, looking through the maze of shelves and tables.
first floor. nothing.
second floor. still nothing.
you wandered through rows of shelves, peeking into study rooms and around corners, getting judgmental glances from students you'd accidentally distracted.
then– you sighed dramatically. of course he'd choose the one spot you'd forgot to check: at the top floor, tucked all the way into the back corner, nearly hidden behind a row of towering bookshelves, sat one very sexy nerd.
there he was. headphones on. a steaming mug of tea beside him. blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to him.
the afternoon light was peeking through the blinds, settling on him like warm honey. his eyebrows were knit together in concentration as his eyes darted between his textbook and his notebook.
god, what a dork. you couldn't help but smile.
you quietly walked around the table until you were standing beside him. he didn't notice. you waved a hand in front of his face. still nothing; he was focused like his life depended on it.
rolling your eyes, you reached over and gently tapped the top of his headphones.
he startled, immediately pulling one side off his ear before looking up. his eyes widened, but then, despite himself, he smiled softly.
"oh! hey," he said.
you crossed your arms, "seriously?"
his smile faded into immediate concern, "...huh?"
"organic chemistry?"
he blinked. "...what’s wrong with it?"
"you're choosing organic chemistry over me?"
"i-it's not that–"
"euijoo." you gestured at the mountain of textbooks surrounding him. "you classically conditioned me into being horny at this exact time every day. its mean to just leave me high and dry like that."
a tiny laugh escaped him before he could stop it, "sorry. after tomorrow, i’ll do anything you want me to do.”
that piqued your interested, “anything? like letting me do… this?”
you swung your leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, arms resting on his broad shoulders. your smile grew as you looked down at him, since he was already freaking out.
“a-after tomorrow! after tomorrow, i will. anything you want,” he told you, eyes glancing around nervously to make sure no one was near to see.
“aw, not today? but i’m so horny,” you leaned forward, slithering your hands up to cup his neck in between your fingers. your lips ghosted his as you said, “come on, i need this, juju.. need your big cock inside me.”
he looked like he could’ve cum in his pants right then and there. you could tell his brain was fighting with his dick, but in the end, he was only human.
he pressed his lips to your neck and began to suck.
“that’s what i thought,” you giggled, rolling your hips back and forth on his thigh, “you just can’t say no to me can you?”
he shook his head for no, nose nuzzling your skin. it was true; he was completely and utterly wrapped around your finger, just how you liked it.
you reached down and slid your palm across his already growing bulge, warm and almost hard under your hand.
his eyes shot open as he sucked in a breath, like a mix of pleasure and shock hit him at once. his hands quickly grab your wrist, trying to stop you from going further, because if you did? he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself.
he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “we’re in a library… we can’t.”
you rolled your eyes, “fucking in the middle of the dorm kitchen wasn’t exactly private either, so what makes this different?”
“i-its so quiet in here. what if–”
“stop being a pussy,” you cut him off, grabbing his chin, “you were the one just had to keep studying even though you already had plans. that’s not very nice is it?”
you reached into your purse, fishing around for something. he watched you with big eyes.
you finally pulled out your bullet vibrator. it was small and compact and perfect for situations like this.
“what is that…? no, wait—“ euijoo’s expression was priceless. you loved how innocent he looked, so easy to toy with.
“since you want to study in the library so bad, go ahead. let’s see how quiet you can be,” you told him, sliding the vibrator into his shorts. you rested it on the underside of his semi-hard cock where you knew it was most sensitive, securing it in place by his underwear. you hadn’t turned it on yet, and watching him squirm in anticipation was already so delicious.
“p-please,” he softly begged, “this isn’t a good idea, i’m gonna—“
“then maybe you should’ve come to my room like you were supposed to. but no. you were being selfish,” you told him, “prove to me that you can be good, okay?”
you clicked the button on and he immediately jerked his hips forward. the tiniest moan escaped his mouth and he had to chew on his lip to stop any more sounds from coming out.
you lifted off his lap and into the chair beside him, propping your head on your hands and watching him intently. this was the best entertainment you’d had in a while: sweet, helpless euijoo trying so fucking hard not to make a sound but he feels so good, bucking his hips into nothing.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured, grabbing the table in front of him. his hands were trembling. you could see his dick in his shorts at full length now, rock solid and twitching against the tight fabric. “i s-should’ve done what i was supposed to.. please just-“
“shhh,” you ran a hand through his silky hair, “don’t you wish you listened now? you look so fucking pathetic like that.”
euijoo dropped his head. he looked like his whole body was tensing. his hips kept jerking wildly, unable to keep still like the sensation was just too much.
“i wish i listened,” he said, breath strained, then looked up into your eyes. he looked so lovely like this, so easy to corrupt and control. “i wish i could touch you right now.”
“poor thing. you had your chance but you didn’t take it. you’re so dumb.” you hummed, and softly cupped his cheek just to taunt him. he leaned his head onto your hand, letting his eyes flutter shut, peppering small kisses across your fingers.
euijoo was getting closer. it wasn’t hard to tell. he couldn’t contain himself anymore. tiny whimpers fell from his lips in a slow stream. he was breathing heavily, so embarrassed at how much he was giving in.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was selfish,” he panted. his sounds got a little bit louder, and more strained like he was losing it.
“i like watching you like this,” you tell him. “almost feel bad for you.”
euijoo buries his face into your shoulder. you feel his warm breath on your skin like he’s melting into you.
he moaned into your shoulder, trying to muffle the sound. he couldn’t help himself if he tried. he’s almost there. you ran your fingers through your hair and indulged in the rest of the show.
you whispered in his ear, “i’ll forgive you if you cum.”
“i-i won’t do it again— i’m… gonna come.. for you.”
euijoo gasped. his whole body stiffened as his climax took over. you could see his back muscles flex through his t-shirt. he just looked so pretty.
a wet patch of fabric grew on the front of his shorts, thick, hot cum staining it. while he was still shaking, you reached and turned off the small vibrator through his shorts, deciding he’d had enough for now.
he looked up at you slowly, as if he was going to seek your approval. you scoffed happily.
“do you forgive me?” euijoo asked sweetly.
you nodded, and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, “mhm. you learned your lesson, didn’t you?”
“yes.” he answered immediately. “it won’t happen again.”
you raised an eyebrow. “good.”
there was a tiny pause before he spoke again. “can we go back to the dorm now?”
the hopeful look on his face made you laugh.
“sure.”
that was apparently all he needed to hear.
he immediately started packing up, closing his textbook, haphazardly sliding color-coded notes into a folder. he looked rushed.
you leaned against the table, watching him with an amused smile.
“slow down. we have all day.”
“s-sorry.”
he still hurried anyway.
once his backpack was finally zipped shut and a zip-up was tied around his waist to cover the cum stain, he slung it over both shoulders and instinctively looked toward you, waiting.
“ready?” you asked.
he nodded, “mhm.”
the two of you left the secluded corner together, weaving through rows of bookshelves in comfortable silence.
every time you glanced beside you, his eyes were already on you.
you nudged his shoulder as you stepped outside, “you’re staring.”
his eyes immediately widened, “i-i wasn’t—“
“yes, you were.”
his ears turned pink, “maybe a little.”
you grinned, “you’re such a loser.”
“i know.” there wasn’t even a hint of offense in his voice. if anything, he sounded oddly pleased that you’d said it.
“i’m only a loser for you.” he added.
“oh, shut up,” you shook your head, smiling to yourself as the two of you started the walk back toward the dorms.
it was becoming increasingly obvious that, somewhere along the way, you’d occupied far more of euijoo’s thoughts than either of you had ever planned.
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synopsis: euijoo is the best boyfriend a girl could ask for; kind, caring, patient. of course, there's nothing wrong with letting your imagination run a little wild ... what if he wasn't so kind and caring ... just this once?
tags: established relationship, smut, dom!euijoo, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation
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“you want me to what?”
you struggle to hold back your laughter as euijoo stares back at you, his drink nearly slipping from his fingers. your legs are draped over his lap, sprawled across the lengthy sofa at the center of your living room. it’s well past midnight, the pair of you on your third bottle of wine for the night. a cozy evening in with your boyfriend had quickly turned into a round of hypotheticals, with your latest nearly knocking euijoo from his seat.
“you heard me,” you reply through another laugh before taking a sip of your freshly refilled glass of chardonnay. “throw me around like a rag doll. choke me out, spit in my mouth. the whole nine yards.”
“do i look like i would do that?” he sputters with a gesture to himself. his light brown hair, tousled across his forehead, nearly blends into the color that floods his cheeks at your request.
“no,” you admit, “but that’s why i think it could be fun … don’t get me wrong, i love what we have going on.” you sit up straight and cross your legs so that you’re able to rest your hand over his reassuringly. a mischievous glint flickers across your eyes, one that euijoo recognizes all too well as a teasing sigh escapes him. “it would just be interesting to see how … well, how crazy you can get if you tried.”
“i don’t know if you can handle all this,” euijoo replies, leaning back into the cushions. he braces an arm behind his head with a flex of his biceps for dramatic effect.
“oh, i think i’ll be okay,”
you assumed that was the end of that conversation; a one-night, drunken “what-if” that was fleeting. the pair of you return to your normal routine, with euijoo in back-to-back schedules and work summoning you into late hours of the night. you barely remember the last time you’d had time to yourselves by the end of a third grueling week in a row. your feet ache in every pair of heels and your hair has been confined to a worn claw clip.
you make it back home one evening well after dinner and you assume euijoo is either with the boys or ordered takeout for himself. you slump against the elevator wall as it lifts you to your shared apartment, mindlessly sifting through your options on food delivery apps before you settle on a hearty seafood stew. the sight of your front door draws a sigh of relief from you and you hurry inside.
“hello,” you call out to euijoo when you realize he’s on the couch. he looks up, a smile wide enough to narrow his eyes spread across his face when he catches your eye.
“hey, baby.” he lowers his drink onto the coffee table and leans over the back cushions to watch as you unpack your tote bag from the day. “long day again?”
“yeah,” you answer as you release your hair from its restraints and massage your scalp with a blissful sigh. “but this project is finally over, so i get a little bit of downtime.” you saunter over to the couch, ready to fall into your usual position with your legs stretched across euijoo’s when he grabs your wrist gently and guides you into his lap. you don’t think much of it and lean against his torso as he offers you a sip from his glass.
you shift your weight ever-so-slightly so that you’re able to settle on euijoo’s thigh, the gentle thrum of his heart against his chest near lulling you to sleep right then and there.
at least you would have, if he didn’t suddenly yank your thighs apart so that you were split open in his lap. your brows shoot up in surprise at the gesture, his free hand snaking around your waist to cage you against him. a familiar heat churns in your core, exhausted as you were. his long fingers stroke the skin of your inner thigh, coaxing you to spread your legs even further apart for him.
“you need to decompress?” euijoo asks against the shell of your ear, his voice breathy as his grip tightens on your thigh. your eyes flutter shut and you sink into him instinctively. there was something different in this tone, less of a question and more of a command. you finally look back at him, arching a brow in question at his sudden advances.
“you have something in mind?” you ask nonchalantly as the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. the room grows darker by the minute as the sun dips below your living room windows, leaving the pair of you under the dim lighting of the tv in the background. euijoo laughs through his nose and juts his thigh against your core without warning, the only thing between you and the brute force of his muscle the fabric of your trousers.
the friction coaxes an involuntary whimper from you and you twitch against him before you angle your face just enough so that you’re about to pull him into a kiss. euijoo quickly notices what you’re doing and his free hand curls around your neck, pressure from his fingertips against your pulse making you gasp.
“i don’t think so,” he mutters before biting down on your shoulder and trailing the tip of his tongue from the mark up the length of your neck. your mind grows clouded from a mix of confusion and lust. when it came to sex, euijoo was ever-the-gentleman—much as he was in every other facet of his personality. this was an entirely different side of him, one that—
—one that you’d presented to him on a drunken silver platter several nights ago that he clearly hadn’t forgotten about.
confusion is quickly replaced by anticipation as you writhe under his touch. his grip tightens around your neck just enough to elicit another sound from you, tilting your head back against his chest so that you can meet his eyes. his pupils are already blown wide, his gaze flickering across your expression.
“what?” he asks softly with an arch of his brow. “you can be a good girl for me tonight, right?” you nod beneath his grip before he trails his hand along your jaw until his fingers hover over your lips. your mouth falls open involuntarily and he huffs.
“i’ll take that as a yes.”
whatever restraint was holding euijoo back finally snaps, the last bit of his resolve crumbling as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. you cough in surprise, your tongue gliding over his knuckles as he holds your gaze. his free hand trails along your waist when you feel him fidget with the button at your waistband. your legs twitch in anticipation before you realize he won’t budge further. he pries his fingers out of your mouth and fully shifts away from you, much to your disappointment. you can’t help but gawk at him in disbelief until you notice his eyes flicker towards the bedroom door in a silent command for you to follow him in.
and so you do, your legs weightless as you trudge across the floorboards and he shuts the door behind you. just as you’re about to fall back onto the bed, euijoo’s hand reclaims your waist while the other shoves you face-forward onto the sheets. you gasp as you feel his fingers curl around the hem of your trousers, shoving them to the floor and exposing your already soaked panties on full display for him.
“can’t wait for me to touch you, huh?” euijoo hums, ghosting his hand over every inch of your skin other than your core. you writhe in dissatisfaction as you grip the sheets to steady yourself so that you can turn over. he grabs your wrists in one swift motion, keeping you pinned to the mattress while his free hand smacks your ass in warning. you bite down on your lower lip to stifle the whimper that threatens to escape you before he finally drags a fingertip along the lace over your clit.
“a-ah, baby—” you mutter, clenching around nothing. euijoo notices the sensation and the ghost of a smile lingers on his lips. he deepens the pressure, dragging his finger over and over the same spot as short, electric jolts of pleasure stir at your core.
the hand holding your wrists hostage finally releases, but not before euijoo has you pinned against him for the second time that night—only this time, his bicep is locked firmly around your neck while he cages you beneath him. your mind spins from the scent of his cologne as it engulfs you, the heat of his body and the faint pressure of his cock against your ass. you can’t help but buck your hips against his touch, grinding your clit more forcefully into his touch until he lifts himself off of you entirely. you’re about to protest when he yanks you back by a hand threaded through your hair.
“get on your knees,” he orders. you oblige, sinking to the floor as he frees his length from his sweats. you feel another wave of pleasure churn through your core at the sight of his cock, pre-cum glistening at its tip. before you can wrap your fingers around his shaft, he pulls you forward by the hand in your hair until his tip hits the back of your throat.
he falls into a steady motion, pulling his hips back enough so that he can thrust his entire length back into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around his length obediently, holding his gaze as the pressure of his tip hitting your throat causes him to groan in approval.
“that’s a good girl,” he mutters, his grip tightening on your hair as his hips meet your pace. “you look so good like that.”
you moan in response, the vibration against his already sensitive skin causing him to buck his hips more violently. you feel the way his control slips before he finally slows to a stop, pulling away from you to catch his breath. you don’t even realize how breathless you are until you’re able to swallow down deep breaths of your own. euijoo looks down at you intently, a flicker of assurance crossing his features before he wraps an arm around your waist to throw you back onto the bed. you don’t realize until now how badly you want euijoo’s lips against yours, to be able to sink your nails into his back between his shoulder blades in the way that you usually do.
euijoo peers down at you, tousled brown hair covering his eyes as he curls his fingers around your panties and tears them off. you swear you hear stitches rip, but you’re unable to give it a second thought as he hoists your ankles over either of his shoulder and buries his tongue into your entrance. your back arches off of the sheets as a cry breaks free from your lips, your hands grabbing at nothing but the sheets as your legs flinch on either side of him.
he takes his time in eating you out, every lap of his tongue slower than the last. it drives you insane as you thrash against the mattress. euijoo hums against you, pulling away just enough to insert two of his fingers into you and pump them in a staggered rhythm as he speaks.
“should i stop?” he asks, feigning ignorance as he inserts a third. your chest heaves with broken breaths, your fingers outstretched in an attempt to reach for him until you realize he has you locked in a position so that you were at his disposal.
“no,” you breathe, pleasure building at the pit of your stomach and threatening to spill over. “please don’t stop.” euijoo seems to oblige, falling into a steady pace that causes your breath to quicken and your chest to tighten.
just as you’re about to climax, he stops and lets you fall back onto the sheets.
“what the fuck—” you spit, seeing red before he scoffs and lifts himself to hover over you. he presses his fingers into your cheeks, your mouth falling open before he glides his tongue over yours and fully spits in your mouth so that you could taste every drop of yourself that he’d devoured. you swallow, still stricken by surprise before you feel him shoving your thighs apart and the brush of his tip against your entrance.
“this is what you wanted,” euijoo reminds you, teasing in his voice before he shoves every inch of himself into you and bottoms out, “right, baby?” you gasp, barely able to get a word out as he begins to fuck you at a relentless pace without warning.
the bed shakes beneath you, the headboard colliding against the wall with every thrust. euijoo throws his head back with a feral groan, his fingers sinking into your hips to hold you steady. you feel your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before his voice recaptures your attention.
“look at me,” he commands, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours as he angles your legs so that they’re bent backwards beside either side of your head. it’s a deeper position than you’d ever tried with him before, enough for you to nearly see stars as he presses a kiss to your calf.
“that’s my girl,” he praises, snaking his hands along your torso, “taking every fucking inch of me like that.”
“fuck, euijoo,” you mewl, your impending orgasm threatening to spill over for the second time. you tighten around him, the suction earning a grunt from him as he slows to a sudden stop and pulls out of you. “i swear, if you don’t—”
“c’mere,” he says, lifting you by your waist so that you’re settled into his lap. you assume he’s asking you to ride him and adjust your thighs against his, about to grind against him when he lays back and wraps his arms around you. he falls back into a similar rhythm from before, every inch of his cock pressed against your walls as he fucks you senseless. “i want to see what you look like when you come all over me.”
you’re unable to succumb to the pleasure as he holds you upright, his hand wrapped firmly back around your throat. you look down at him, your vision blurred and your body trembling. the lack of oxygen coupled with the feeling of him inside of you sends you over the edge. euijoo finally grants you your release, his eyes locked on yours as you convulse in his lap. he grits his teeth at the way you suck him in before your body grows limp. you press your hands to his chest, his muscles taut beneath your touch as you try to steady your breathing when he returns to tracing circles over your already overstimulated clit.
“a-ah, fuck—baby, p-please—” you stammer, trying to pry him off of you by his wrist to no avail.
“you can take it,” he says, his voice rough and clipped. you can tell he’s close as his pace begins to falter, his hips bucking violently against yours until he releases a drawn-out moan and lets his head fall back. he fills you to the brim, his cum dripping along your thigh as he pulls out and drapes his arms around you lazily.
the pair of you fight to catch your breath, spent and slick with sweat until euijoo brushes your hair from your face and meets your gaze with a worried expression.
“are you … was that okay?” he asks gently, his palm flush against the small of your back. you arch a brow at him in disbelief, a smile lingering on your face as you raise your eyebrows at him in response.
“okay?” you repeat, your breathing finally steady as you pry yourself off of him. your legs tremble with every movement as you settle onto your haunches beside him. “you weren’t messing around.”
"it’s what you wanted,” he protests, snaking an arm around your waist so that he’s able to help guide you towards the bathroom at the other end of the room. the two of you bicker amongst yourselves playfully, euijoo insisting that he didn’t know he had it in him as he starts the shower.
“well, now i know what to expect when i say i need a stress reliever,” you sigh, staring back at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. your mascara is smudged in faint, watery streaks, your hair tousled in every direction and your skin glistening with sweat. euijoo loops his arms around your waist, his tall frame towering over yours as he rests his chin on the crown of your head and stares at you through your reflection.
“did it not work?” he asks, his broad smile betraying him as he arches a brow at you.
“oh, it did,” you assure him.
“i hope work stresses you out more often, then,” he teases, your mouth agape as you smack his arm in protest. he laughs, his arms tightening around you as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
Tw: double penetration, shower sex, foursome, poly, overstimulation, p in v, oral, fingering, multiple creampies, angst, fluff, smut, probably more
SYNOPSIS:
You just had the worst day at work and came home to your 3 boyfriends. You're not in the mood to talk and it's obviously clear.
Barely engaging in conversation, you head straight for the shower.
The front door clicked shut a little harder than usual, making two boys look up from the sofa.
It was Nicholas and EJ. Nicholas was sat across EJ's lap as the both of them were watching TV.
You didn't even spare them a glance.
"Hey, you're home—" Nicholas started, but you were already slipping off your shoes.
"I'm really not in the mood," you muttered.
Your voice was flat with exhaustion. "Please... just give me a few minutes."
EJ and Nicholas slowly looked at eachother before bringing their gaze back to you.
You could feel the concern on their faces which only made the weight on your shoulders feel heavier.
Without another word, you walked straight past the living room, disappeared down the hallway, and closed the bathroom door behind you.
A moment later, the shower hissed to life, the steady rush of water drowning out everything else.
"Is she okay?" EJ asked.
"Clearly not." Nicholas said. "Did she text you anything today?"
EJ shook his head.
Just then, Yuma came out from his room with his gaming headset around his neck.
"What was that sound?" He asked.
"It was y/n. She slammed the door when she came in?" Nicholas replied.
"She's back? Where is she?"
Nicholas nodded towards the bathroom.
"Is she okay?"
EJ and Nicholas both shrugged their shoulders.
"She said we should give her a few minutes though." EJ added.
Yuma turned away from them and began walking towards the bathroom where you were.
Knock knock
"Y/n? Is everything okay?"
He got no reply.
On the other side of the door, you were sat on the edge of the bathroom with your head in your hands.
The shower was running behind you, but you didn't even have the energy to undress.
You could hear Yuma calling your name over the sound of the water, so you responded just to make him go away.
"I'm fine."
On the other side of the door, Yuma didn't believe you.
He walked back to the living room and gestured for both boys to get up and follow him.
All three of them made their way back over to the bathroom and whispered between eachother.
"What did she say?" Ej whispered.
"I asked her if she's okay and she said she's fine." Yuma replied.
"Ok. Let me try."
EJ knocked on the bathroom door. "Y/n? Can you open the door for a second please?"
You contemplated for a minute before you turned off the shower and opened the door. You didnt look up at them, you just stood there.
Nicholas and Yuma both turned to look at EJ.
He took a step inside and hugged you.
"What's wrong hmmm?"
Between all boys, EJ was the one that you could be the most vulnerable with. He always knew exactly what to say and whatever you needed.
You burried your face in his chest and sighed.
"Nothing's going my way today. I'm just tired."
He rubbed your back and rested his chin on your head. "It's okay."
Yuma stepped inside the bathroom and took a hold of your arms, softly pulling you into a joint hug with him and Nicholas.
In that moment, you felt at peace.
"Were you about to shower?" Yuma asked you.
You nodded.
"Should we join you." Nicholas asked.
Immediately both Yuma and EJ hit him.
"Stop joking around." EJ hissed
"Owwww." Nicholas whined. "I was just asking."
"Shut up."
You let out a soft laugh.
Between all boys, Nicholas was the one that was always doing something stupid and he was 90% of the reason behind your laughter.
Seeing you laugh, the boys smiled at eachother.
"Soooooo.....should we join you?"
Yuma rolled his eyes.
You looked up at the two you were hugging, and smiled. "Okay."
"Are you sure?" EJ asked.
"Yes."
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Yuma locked the door behind him, trapping all 4 of you inside.
EJ began taking off his shirt aswell as Nicholas.
Before you could undo the buttons of your shirt, Yuma helped.
Lastly, between all boys, Yuma was the one that always put you first. If you needed help with anything or even if you didnt need help, he was there.
Nicholas was the first to finish undressing, so he drew the shower curtain, stepped inside and began to run the water.
After EJ finished undressing, he grabbed your shower cap and started tucking your hair inside before he went to join Nicholas.
He put his hands on Nicholas' shoulders and the two began to kiss under the water.
Outside, you finished taking off your underwear as did Yuma.
He held your hand as you both stepped into the shower.
Nicholas and EJ stopped kissing and made their way over to you both.
"We'll make you feel better okay, hmmm?" EJ said as he kissed your cheek.
You smiled.
Nicholas got a bottle of body wash and squeezed it into his hand. He passed the bottle over to Yuma and EJ who did the same ,and all three rubbed their hands together and began to wash all over you.
Nicholas bent down and began washing your legs and feet, EJ washed your tummy and chest, while Yuma did your arms, neck and face.
It felt like heaven. Six soft hands slowly moving all over your body made you feel at ease.
When your entire body was covered in soap, EJ disconnected the shower head started to rinse you off.
Nicholas, being the monster he is, turned down the hot water and replaced it with the cold water.
"OH MY GOSH!" You screamed as you felt the cold water on your chest.
EJ was confused. "What? What's wrong?"
"THE WATER'S SO COLD!"
Both Yuma and EJ turned to Nicholas who was standing by the temperature with a wide grin on his face.
EJ immediately turned the shower head to face the floor .
"Are you mad." He asked Nicholas.
"Come on, that was funny."
While shivering, you couldn't help but laugh.
"Just turn it back to hot. I'm shaking."
He turned it back to hot and EJ tested it with his hand before he finished rinsing you off.
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When you were warm and soapless, EJ kissed your shoulder before he began to step out of the bath tub. Nicholas and Yuma followed behind.
You grabbed Yuma's arm to stop him.
"Wait."
All three boys looked at you.
"Can you stay? Can all of you stay?"
Yuma stepped back in the shower, cupped your face and began to kiss you.
You felt a pair of lips kiss the back of your neck and felt a tongue lick the side of your shoulder.
Yuma held onto your hips and gave you sharp body kisses all the way down to your lower stomach. He took his hand and began messaging your clit.
Behind you, EJ was kissing your neck while grabbing onto both of your tits. You could feel his cock getting hard against your back.
Nicholas joined Yuma on his knees and lifted up your left leg. Right next to Yuma's hand, he licked your inner thigh and sucked the side of your pussy.
You gasped.
EJ took his hands of your boobs and began stroking his dick with one hand as he turned your face towards his with the other, and wrapped his mouth around yours.
He put his hand right next to Nicholas' hand (that was holding your leg up) and grabbed your thigh. After a few more strokes of his dick, he bent down and slid it up the back of your pussy.
You took your mouth of his and grabbed onto the bathtub wall to steady yourself.
"Oh my gosh." You gasped.
EJ grabbed your neck with the hand that wasn't holding your leg up, causing your head to fall on his shoulder.
Nicholas and Yuma stood up infront of you and wrapped their mouths around one nipple each and sucked hard.
They held onto your lower back while jerking off with their other hand.
You could feel EJ's pace grow faster by the second.
Unprompted, you felt another dick slide up the front of your pussy and your head shot up from EJ's shoulder.
It was Nicholas.
Before you knew it, Yuma lifted your other leg up from the floor, and you were getting double fucked in the pussy by EJ and Nicholas in the air.
Now, Nicholas was holding both your legs up while slowly thrusting into you.
You brought your face closer to his and he kissed you with passion.
On your side, Yuma sucked harshly on the side of your neck while fiddling with your nipple.
Behind you, EJ's moans became louder and you could tell he was about to cum.
"Should I cum in you." He groaned in your ear.
You hummed. "Mmmhmm."
He slapped into you a few more times, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, releasing his cum.
"Ughhhhh."
He came.
He fucked you for a few more minutes before he finally pulled out.
He took his hand off of you and squeezed his way past your body, so he could kiss Yuma.
The two of them kissed and licked eachother before Yuma made his way over to your back.
He rubbed his tip on your pussy before he slammed himself right into you.
His cock was rubbing against Nicholas' inside you.
"Oh........shit." you squealed.
You were getting stretched beyond repair but you couldn't be happier.
Still going slow, (as he usually does) Nicholas thrusted into you as he came. His loads were much more plentiful then EJ's.
When he pulled out, thick lumps of his cum dripped onto the bathroom floor.
By now, you were getting fucked senseless and Yuma could tell.
"You there?" He asked you while still fucking you.
You couldn't speak, but you shifted your body on his, implying you were still okay.
Nicholas and EJ held onto eachother as they watched Yuma fuck you.
"I'm cumming." You whined softly.
"Cum on me y/n."
Nicholas and EJ took one of your hands each and you squeezed them tightly as you came on Yuma's cock.
Feeling your warm cum, Yuma immediately came inside you.
He stayed inside you for a few more seconds after he came, and put you back on your feet.
He gave you a few soft strokes and pulled out.
"You good there?" You heard Nicholas laugh.
EJ slapped the back of his head.
"You guys go ahead." Nicholas said. "I'll clean her up."
EJ and Yuma kissed you one after the other before they dried themselves off with a towel and went to the shared bedroom.
Nicholas ran the warm water and rinsed everyones' cum off your lower half and dried you up.
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After you got changed into your pj's, you and Nicholas joined Yuma and EJ in bed.
EJ was on the left, then Yuma, then you and then Nicholas.
"Are you ready to tell us what happened today?" EJ asked.
Feeling better, you nodded.
"So.....basically....."
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Author's note: Ok so I need this to happen to me right now. This was so fun to write ahhhhhh. Read my series ALL EYES ON YOU for more Yuma x Nicholas x Ej x fem reader 🫶😜🙈
warnings: suggestive!!! making out, jealousy, euijoo is a teeny tiny bit of a tease maybe
a/n: yay euijoo!!!!! i just know my love mona will love this (i mean i hope so… it’s euijoo) but anyways i love ariana i love this song
i ain’t talkin’ money i’m just physically obsessed
and i’m greedy
byun euijoo was an angel sent upon this earth.
he was everything anyone could ever dream of - considerate, gentle, loving, thoughtful. he remembered all his friend’s birthdays, he made sure that everyone he cares about felt appreciated, he was always there whenever you needed a lending hand. he was also extremely goddamn attractive.
his face was sculpted by gods themselves. euijoo had the figure of an angel, a waist women would get jealous of, and a pair of eyes so enthralling it would be a crime not to stare into them. every single time your eyes glanced his way, he’d send you a smile - that damn smile, so stupidly perfect it made you melt even on the coldest of days, heart fluttering each time. you tried your best to bury those feelings, though. he was your best friend, after all.
you always danced around that thin line between friends and something more - tiptoeing around it with careful steps, neither of you sure whether to cross it or not. to strangers surrounding you, it looked like something more than just friendship: a bond filled with tension, touches lingering just a second too long, eye contact kept far longer than necessary. neither of you acted upon it, though - maybe because you were too shy, maybe because you were too unsure of whether he actually reciprocated those feelings which you hid deep within.
it took one party for all of it to change, though.
one girl getting a little too close to euijoo - her hand on his shoulder, laughing at something he said, body leaning into his in a way which made your stomach turn and your jaw tighten.
it took you exactly a week filled with enormous amounts of frustration every time you looked his way to realise exactly why it was bothering you so much. you liked him. you didn’t want to deny it anymore. you couldn’t. the line you thought you were dancing around all this time has been long crossed, and it just so happened that your dear best friend had a similar realization not long ago.
which was exactly how you found yourself at his apartment.
your hands flew to his brown hair, tugging at it lightly as you got lost in the kiss - the moment a mix of pent up frustration and desire flowing deep within your bodies, lips moving against each other with hunger. his chest felt hot pressed up against you, perfectly contrasting the cool sensation coming from the wall behind you.
‘she was too close.’ you mumbled against his lips, hearing him chuckle into the kiss at your words. ‘touching you like you were hers. annoying.’
euijoo’s hand went up to cup your face, his fingers gentle against your flushed skin.
‘it’s been a week since that happened.’ he chuckled, cheeks rising as he smiled, a hint of cockiness clearly visible in the way he stared at you. ‘did it make you that jealous?’
‘mhm.’
euijoo leaned back for just a second, eyes scanning your face with need, and yet holding back from kissing you again just yet. his smile turned into something more sinister, almost as if he wanted to toy with you a bit before actually giving you what you want.
‘i’m afraid i didn’t hear an answer, my love.’
you sighed, defeated, euijoo’s smile only growing in size at your reaction.
‘it did. it did make me that jealous.’ you admitted, arms crossed over your chest, seeing his eyes glint with a hint of something darker, almost primal at your words. ‘i guess i’m just that greedy.’
‘oh, is that so? that’s… cute.’ euijoo murmured as he inched closer, a newfound confidence taking over him. his face was mere millimetres from yours - so close that you could feel his hot breath hitting your face, the proximity making him even more irresistible.
and to think just last week you still pretended he was only your friend.
your lips connected with his once more - the kiss hungry and passionate, your hands grabbing his shirt to bring him as close as humanly possible, wanting there to be no space left between your bodies. his hand slid lower, his grip on your waist firm and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, almost at the mercy of his every move.
you never felt like this with anyone else before: but euijoo was different. you loved him - it wasn’t just a physical attraction, but something deeper, something that had been growing and blooming for far longer than any of you have truly realised. an adoration that might’ve as well been growing ever since you first met, ever since his eyes first met yours long ago.
euijoo was… special.
his plump lips moved to the side of your jaw, tracing kisses down your neck, tongue dragging along your skin in a cool sensation. you gasped at his actions - only fuelling his confidence.
‘i’m glad you finally stopped denying it.’ euijoo mumbled against your skin, moving up to your lips again.
‘denying what exactly?’
‘that you like me a tad bit too much to be just friends.’ his voice was almost a whisper, his breath hot on your skin as he inched closer, noses brushing. ‘i don’t think i could’ve waited any longer.’
you smiled at his words, the look in your eyes soft and adorning for just a few seconds.
‘you’ll never get rid of me now, you know?’ you joked, looking up to meet his eyes. euijoo chuckled.
