#juju

you might have pushed him too far this time.

euijoo is usually a professional at brushing off the jokes you make about his arguably less than impressive sex life. and by that, youre not even sure it exists at all. you've been friends for years, but you have never heard him brag about an "eventful" night, even when you've done more than your fair share of explicit storytimes. he's always a listening ear, no matter how red hearing your encounters makes the top of his.

when you'd went on vacation together in the past, the two of you have to spend a week apart afterward just to preserve the friendship you've crafted. you're just so annoying. but he loves it, way more than he'd care to admit. you once spent a week on a woodland retreat, traveling sun up to sun down with a group of very dedicated hikers. up hill. down hill. even sideways on the hill, like goats.

"can you please shut the hell up about bigfoot?" euijoo had yelled over his shoulder on the last day of the trip. you had to shamefully lower your hand and relax your shocked face, having just claimed your ninth bigfoot sighting of the week. the entire group turned to look at you, and euijoo didnt speak the rest of the hike. he made you food over your campfire, though, while you were cramming a quick nap before the final evening hike. your calves hurt more than your relationship, thankfully.

when you went anywhere, you found a bit to commit to for the duration of the trip and waited to see how long it would take euijoo to break. the first day of a trip was always the most fun, the two of you in a new place. you love his smile, and he was always painfully enthusiastic within 24 hours of the plane landing or the hotel door clicking closed. he would drag you to all the destinations you'd marked on the map with his digital camera slipped into his pocket. around the fourth day, however, he was drained. and after the fifth, he began to huff, cast irritated glances your way, and, occasionally, ask if you knew how to be quiet. from the sixth day on, you were playing with fire.

this time, you and euijoo had decided on a beach holiday. you've never been anywhere actually relaxing together, usually opting for near death or financially detrimental experiences. you thought it might be fun to lay around on a towel reading shitty romance, build sand castles, get sun poisoning- the works. so, you booked a room at a beachfront resort, adults only and all inclusive with a full breakfast bar. and you decided what bit you'd be fully committing to, even before you arrived at the hotel:

you were gonna get euijoo laid.

it would be just like love island, you thought. or assumed, since you've never actually seen it. but your best friend, who is by and large considered handsome, would be surrounded by gorgeous adult women in tiny bikinis, gleaming under stark sunlight all day long, lingering by the bar desperate for a drink that euijoo could definitely order for them. you'd even tell him what drinks girls like, in a grossly stereotyping sense.

you considered it a favor. he had a girlfriend once, when the two of you first met. you'd had some classes with her at your university but met euijoo by completely unrelated circumstance. you had taken his drink at a local cafe by accident, despite his name being written on the side of the cup in thick black marker.

"wait, your name is euijoo?" you had stared at him with wide eyes. he could only nod, face blank, as you lied to him through your teeth, "my name is euijoo, too. small world, huh?"

euijoo was hooked on you ever since, spending so much time with you at arcades and poetry readings and movie nights that his girlfriend called it quits. you became close incredibly fast. it was so easy to forget about time with him, though. the years went by so quickly, only slowing down the one week a year you isolated yourselves together and you pushed him to emotional limits he didnt even know he had.

the resort was fancy but not flashy, which was good since neither of you really looked like you belonged there. euijoo had a stupid floppy hat on, and you had forgotten to take off your sunglasses inside, the giant lenses eclipsing your entire face. the hotel receptionist was visibly reluctant to hand over your room key as if the two of you were obviously responsible adults capable of maintaining order in her establishment. when she finally handed it over to euijoo, he flashed her a genuine smile that moved his cheeks and all.

"she was cute," you said as euijoo yanked his suitcase over the elevator floor gap. you pressed your floor number, feeling his confused stare chiseling into the side of your face. she was cute, round hazel eyes and freckled cheeks. she had a friendly face, just like him.

euijoo shifted on his feet, "do you, uh, want her number? i can go back and get it for you."

he moved to press the lobby button, and you swatted his hand away. as he hissed, shaking his barely burning wrist, you insisted, "no, dumbass, for you. shes cute for you."

"for me?" his eyebrows turned up in the middle, furrowing like you'd just told him he won a raffle he never entered. his lips parted slightly, one long finger pointed into his chest.

and he kept this act up for days, playing dumb every time you tried to get him to ask someone out. "juju, she's hot," was met with, "well, the sun is out." every "you should offer her a drink" warranted an "alcohol speeds up dehydration." he was such a fucking gentleman. it made you sick.

at one point, you purposefully sat in a lounge chair on the very end of the row at the hotel pool, leaving euijoo to sit in the one between you and a very, very attractive lady. even you considered testing the waters if he ended up tanking his chances.

"hi, hi. sorry to bother you," you had sat up after twenty minutes of brainstorming and sunbathing, leaning over euijoo to get into the woman's hearing range. he audibly gulped, suddenly aware of what angle you were playing. he caught on pretty quickly. you lifted a hand just as she turned to face you and stuck it right in euijoo's hair, ruffling it, "my friend here thinks youre very beautiful. isnt that right, euijoo?"

"hm, what?" he sat up quickly from his relaxed pose on the lounger, swiping your hand from his head and shooting you a sideways glance. the woman peered at him from behind her sunglasses, watching as he searched for a response to your question, his mouth opening and closing, opening and closing until he landed on, "oh, yes! i said your hair was beautiful. its, uh, very... healthy. yeah, great hair."

he then gave her the saddest thumbs up you've ever seen, crooked and weary, and stood up from his seat, pattering away on the wet concrete. the woman watched him the whole way back to the hotel entrance, combing an absent hand through her loose, healthy curls. you sighed, "i guess i misheard him. you are beautiful, though."

"what exactly are you trying to do?" euijoo was sitting, slouched over on the edge of his bed when you returned a couple hours later. he had changed from his swim shorts and tank top into something more casual, comfy. you only noticed because you'd bought him that tshirt for his birthday last year.

"nice shirt," you laughed as you hopped up onto the edge of your own mattress parallel to him, letting your legs dangle in the space between you. he lifted his gaze from the floor to your face, dark brown eyes scanning for something you werent quite aware of. euijoo didnt smile, and you felt yourself grow sharp under his watch, "whats up with you? why are you being weird?"

"im being weird?" he breathed a laugh this time, tilting his head at you in a way that had his tousled hair swiping over his eyes. he flicked it away, absentmindedly, "interesting, since all youve done this week is try to hook me up with strangers. is that not weird to you?"

you were speechless, opening your mouth only for nothing to come out. it was day four, but you'd never pushed him this far. and it was entirely unintentional. you knew he hated the bigfoot jokes. you knew he hated when you made him do the same pose at every tourist attraction. you knew he hated your collection of tacky shot glasses you just had to buy at every souvenir shop. but this- he had never acknowledged your behavior in this way.

"is it weird for me to want my best friend to have a little fun?" you asked, gauging his reaction, which- spoiler- was not positive.

"im trying to have fun," he stressed, crossing his arms and sliding off the bed to stand, "with you. on our vacation. but you keep trying to pawn me off!"

"euijoo, i just swear to god youve not had sex with anybody in like five years. cant you, like, die from that? did i make that up?" you rubbed your eyes in thought. when you opened them, everything was blurred but the annoyance on euijoos face. like youd crossed a boundary you didnt know hed set. he scoffed, shaking his head. you added, "i thought i was helping!"

there was a beat of silence, thick and palpable.

"i just wanted to be with you," he sighed, sitting on the bed again but on the opposite side, his back facing you. you saw him take a deep breath before laying down, stretching out over the length of the bed. he mumbled, "just forget it."

you swallowed the lump in your throat and stretched out, too, on your own bed. you curled into your side, watching his chest rise and fall. his eyes fluttered closed, but you knew he wasnt sleeping. you let the silence dissipate, the air conditioning unit in the corner rumbling as the crisp air blows through the curtains.

"uh," you cleared your throat after what felt like hours of silence but you knew was closer to twenty minutes, "we have that, um, scuba lesson in a bit... that we did pay for. just by the way."

the scuba lesson seemed like a great way to get your "experience" fill for this trip, and euijoo had always talked about wanting to explore the reef or swim with dolphins. the passes werent that expensive on their own, but you'd pre-rented the gear.

euijoo didnt turn his head to look at you and, instead, just spoke to the ceiling like he didnt care if you heard it or not. "go without me," he said, "you'll just try to set me up with the instructor, anyway."

you were able to refund the rental fee for the gear, but you wished you'd have just refunded the whole lesson. floating around in spandex was a lot less fun alone, you'd realized. the whole lesson was weirdly intimate without euijoo there, just you and the instructor, who wasnt even hot. you wondered whether to tell euijoo that detail or just leave it alone. you wondered whether to tell him anything at all.

he didnt give you much of a choice, though. when you got back, he was no longer on his bed. or in the room. it was like he was never there save for the open suitcase kicked under a table, his comfy clothes from earlier strung haphazardly over the edge of the case.

you were thankful that you had upgraded your room when you booked, specifically for the two beds and larger bathroom. too many times had the two of you crammed into one bed or taken a piss while the other was brushing their teeth. the other benefit of the upgraded room: private access to a courtyard shared among the four private suites in your wing, which included a small pool, lawn games like giant chess, a self-serve bar, and a hot tub.

now, you're looking through the slatted blinds on your room's patio door, scouring the dimly lit courtyard for any sign of him. of course, the sun has set since you returned from your suddenly personal scuba lesson. the dew cast a fog on the glass panes, additional clouds growing and dissolving from your breath as you press your forehead to the door. in the corner of the yard, you see a faint glow, pulsating in the dimming twilight.

when you approach the hot tub, euijoo looks tranquil, almost blissful. his head is tipped back, eyes sewn shut as the water laps at his bare torso. the waves from the jets cast swirling reflections on his skin, everywhere. you're almost close enough to step into the water when you hesitate, stopping, considering leaving him alone and just going to bed. his eyes open, but hes not shocked to see you. he doesnt even jump, just pulls his lips into a small smile.

"come on in," euijoo nods to the space across from him, watching your every move. despite his kindness, you cant help but feel like he's analyzing you, waiting for you to say something stupid again. "how was diving?"

"humiliating," you sigh as you sink into the water. euijoos head is tipped down, chin tucked and watching you from under heavy lids. you can't deny how cold the water feels on your skin, unfamiliar warmth dancing up your arms, your chest. your neck. "i mean, i was a pro, as you can imagine. but the whole thing was... lonely."

euijoo hums to suppress a laugh. he does this often, not wanting to encourage your antics, but you can always see the little glint of humor in his eyes. usually, the smile would break loose. he'd let a laugh loose and pretend it never happened. but now, hes bittersweet, regretful. he takes a deep breath.

"i should've went with you," he says, stopping to chew at the inside of his cheek, "i was being a dick."

"yeah," you deadpan, and he looks at you with sorrowful eyes before you kick your leg up out of the water, splashing him. his hands come up defensively to shield his face, water running down his forearms. he laughs, flipping his hand over the surface to send a spray of water toward you, instead. you continue, "but so was i. i shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sex."

euijoo smiles, softly, at your attempt at an apology. that might be the best he's gonna get, and he can't stay mad at you for long. he opens up his arms, nodding his head to the side, "come here."

and as you scoot along the edge of the hot tub, you can see just how flushed his face is from the heat. droplets of water cascade down his cheek, dripping from his jaw. his shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat, but his skin is cold when you rest your cheek on it. euijoo wraps his arm around the side of your neck, pulling you close. it should be disgustingly sticky, but it isnt. it's nice.

it's too nice, too comfortable. you'd even call it perfect, the fit of his arm over your shoulder, his skin against yours. euijoo's chest rises and falls in your periphery, the swelling of his lungs matching the ever choppy bubbling of the water. he grows rigid against you, shifting in his seat on the hot tub's bench.

suddenly, euijoo pulls his arm from around you. he folds his arms firmly over his chest, sighing deeply before clearing his throat. you retreat from your position, uncurling from his side and turning in your seat to face him. your brows furrow, "whats up with you all the sudden?"

euijoo's eyes scan everywhere but your face, finding something interesting on the side of the hotel wall, maybe a curtain blowing in a window seven floors above. he sputters out a tragedy of an excuse, "you're- its the, um, the..." he shrugs, performatively wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "hot tub. its... so hot."

"oh, are you okay? do you need some water?" you reach out to feel his forehead, too, but he swats your hand away, shifting his body away from you.

"no!" his eyes widen, "i mean, yes, im okay. no on the water. just-"

"well, do you want to get out? we can watch a movie or something?"

"no," slower, after a visible gulp, euijoo says, "i cant."

you can barely hear him over the turbulent waves. the water around you gurgles over itself, sloshing out of the jets on your back and on the floor. columns of water billow up, wafting the burning scent of chlorine into the air. he cant? why wouldn't he be able to watch a movie with you? does he suddenly hate movies?

then, it clicks.

you reach behind his head, and, with a quick tap of a button on the tub's control panel, disable the jets altogether. the water goes still, leftover bubbles disappearing with a soft fizz. it's unnaturally quiet without the roar of the water pump or the disrupting slosh of waves on the plastic siding. theres nothing but the sound of euijoo's heart beating out of his chest and the choked gasp that leaves his mouth once he realizes what youve done.

"no fucking way," you mutter, half astonished and half teetering on a feeling you've been too scared to acknowledge for a long time, "byun euijoo, are you seriously hard right now?"

he rears his arm back and presses every button on the tub's control panel in search of the magic switch to turn the jets on and, hopefully, make everything stop. as soon as he presses it, you press it again. he presses it. you press it. back and forth and back and forth until he buries his face in his hand and groans, "please, just go inside. forget everything. forget about me. let me die here."

"don't be embarrassed, juju," you laugh, gently grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his flushed face. as you lower them to the water, his eyes never leave the place where your fingers wrap around his. his expression is a mix of confusion and humiliation, chased by a rush of curiosity at your tender reaction. "i could go away. i could just go to bed."

youre sure he can see the ideas bounding in your head, bouncing from one side of your skull to the other and skipping all the zones in your brain that would tell you that this is a bad idea. its situations like these that should exist only as hypotheticals, like a fever dream just as its about to break. or a one-time daydream scenario after a hangout where he looked a little too good. maybe he wore that sweater you liked, let his jeans hang a little too low on his hips. but you had gotten very good at separating your feelings from the reality that euijoo is your best friend and could never be anything more. at least, he never showed it. not until now, having skipped all the casual flirting or cheesy pickup lines and went straight to business. straight to driving you crazy all week with his perfect, sunkissed skin and slender fingers massaging sunscreen along your spine, working lower and lower, dipping under your swimsuit bottoms just in case.

"or," you guide his wrist until his hand is cupping the side of your neck, his damp fingers instinctively threading into your hair behind your ear. you whisper, "or, i could stay."

his touch is gentle, like hes afraid he'll do something he'll regret. you're scared, too, but you inhale, chlorine rushing to your head. when you exhale, you bring your own palm and place it over his, encouraging him to please touch you. you continue, "you know, i think i understand why you didnt care about the receptionist, or that woman at the pool, or at the bar."

euijoo hums, finally heeding your silent plea and sinking his fingers deeper into your hair. he tilts your head gently as you speak, following the movement with his own head, mirroring you. his lips part, only slightly and only once youre done speaking. "you do?"

"mhm," you let him puppeteer you, letting the weight of your head fall into his firm grasp as he cranes your neck backward, exposing the front of your throat, and then back to the side, swiping his thumb under your jaw, "but i wanna hear you say it. wanna know for sure."

euijoo whines, softly, and you feel it go right to your stomach, heat pooling in your veins. you clench your thighs together, absentmindedly, as he swallows the rest of whatever sounds were threatening to spill from his mouth. you feel his hand shaking against your neck, and you reach up again to hold him, steady him. you move your other hand under the water in search of his free hand, pulling it closer to rest on your thigh. euijoo squeezes your leg, just once, and releases a shaky breath, "they're not you."

euijoo sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth as you lean further into his hold and press your lips to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. you feel on fire as you dart your tongue out, running it along the ridges of his veins. he tastes like chemicals and sweat but somehow sweet, like burning citrus.

"fuck, they're not you," he whispers to himself, fingers dragging, tentatively, up your thigh, "would you... would you like it if i kissed you?"

you pull your lips away from his hand just to laugh, quietly. you feel bad for the reaction, but he's just so desperate, nervous. your body moves before your mouth can, suddenly draping your legs over either side of his hips, his fingertips still digging into the flesh of your thigh. you keep yourself planted in the middle of his lap, careful to distance your core from where he obviously wants you.

you hover your lips over his, and its clear to you that euijoo is not breathing. his eyes are blown wide with an emotion you cant decipher as excitement or disbelief, and his chest is frozen in a perpetual inhale. as you speak, your bottom lip grazes his, "there's really only one way to find out, hm?"

the first kiss is curious, hesitant, as euijoo closes the short gap between you. his lips are plush, just as you expected and more. he brings his other hand from your thigh to the other side of your face, cupping it softly, and sighs into you. the trickle of water from his fingers that trails down your neck sends a chill through your body that completely contradicts the heat you feel from the water, from him. as he pulls away, you tug his bottom lip between your teeth, tethering the two of you together for just a second longer. euijoo whimpers, and you drink it all up as you release him from your teeth. you cant tell if his face is flush from the heat or embarrassment, growing shy under you in every aspect, physically and under your intense gaze that scans every crease and corner of his face. he smiles as you land on his eyes. you comb your hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his face the way you like it.

the second kiss is more of everything, swallowing his smile and his sounds. your mouths work purposefully against each other, as if to memorize the exact way his lips fit into you. its a deliberate exploration, teeth nipping, tongues melding and soothing. all while his hands slide, slowly, from your face down your body. euijoo's fingers ghost under your ribs, squeezing your hips in a silent encouragement. your fingers snake around his neck, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"you're driving me fucking crazy," euijoo mumbles against your lips, digging his fingernails into the skin of your hips, "all ive ever wanted."

his confession strikes you, humming against him in acknowledgement. you dont know if you can ever stop kissing him, which, coincidentally, is the same reason you had avoided trying before. your friend group had played their fair share of party games, which almost always ended with then drunkenly pushing you and euijoo toward each other while shouting, "kiss! kiss! kiss!" but you'd laughed it off thinking euijoo would never want risk your friendship for something as childish as spin the bottle.

if you had known you'd be in his lap in a public hot tub sucking on his tongue, maybe you'd have tried it a bit sooner.

you involuntarily rock your hips forward, body in search of some friction, and when you brush against the bulge in his swim shorts, euijoo groans into your mouth, body jerking in surprise. you hum against his lips, gauging him. euijoo pulls you forward again, hands snaking from your hips around to your ass. you always admired his delicate hands, but now youre wondering just how rough he could be with them as you roll your hips one more time against him.

"fuck," you rest your forehead against his as his straining cock nudges your clothed clit, the muted friction building, "have you had a big dick this whole time and didnt tell me?"

"have you- shit- ever been s-serious a day in your life?" euijoo chokes out, balancing the sweetest smile and the most intense crease in his brow. you're only teasing him, but it's not much of a joke. earlier, the bubbles and the dim lighting of the courtyard and the optical illusion that is water only barely revealed his predicament to you. you couldn't really see it. but, now, you can feel it. long and slender and trapped.

"i wanna touch you," you confess, flicking your gaze from his face to the space where the two of you meet, watching his pupils blow, watching his hips jerk in anticipation, "would you like that, juju?"

if he wasnt completely at your mercy, a puddle beneath you, he would have definitely flipped you off for turning his own question against him. instead, euijoo just nods, hastily. like you'll change your mind about him. he nods, eagerly. like he's been waiting to let you have him.

you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough for his cock to bob free under the water. euijoo moans under his breath at the lack of restraint, but he yelps as you wrap your fingers around the base of it, squeezing gently, experimentally. euijoo screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back as you drag your hand all the way up his throbbing shaft, babbling curses and your name like you're killing him. he opens his eyes only to look around, checking the windows and doors of the other suites near you.

"scared of getting caught?" you twist your hand, sinking it back down along his velvet, honey veined skin before moving to press directly on the angry, pink head. euijoo whines, bucking up into your hand and biting the back of his hand to muffle his cries. you smooth over the tip with your thumb, "you dont want anyone to see how good you're being for me? or hear how pretty you sound, juju?"

you pull his hand away from his mouth with your free hand, "let them hear. tell them how good it feels, baby."

you increase your pace. euijoos eyes focus on the rippling water where your arm works him under the surface, your grip firm and natural like your hand was designed for him, like you were. his jaw is slack with pleasure, shivers sliding over his body every time you slow your movements, rocking your hips on his leg in a similar rhythm. he groans, "feels so good. s-so fucking good."

youd be lying if said you weren't the most turned on you've ever been in your life. every movement of your wrist disturbs the water, as well as the sloshing of the water between your torsos as you grind yourself onto his thigh. youre chasing your own high, although priority number one is to see what sounds euijoo makes when he comes. in your wettest dreams, he was a heavy breather, but you realize now that your mind could not have conjured his sweet mixture of sinful mewls, husky groans, and breathy moans. and thats only what he has let you hear, still holding himself back for the sake of privacy. you'd hate to be seen, to have an outsider ruin this perfect moment. at the same time, however, the thrill of being caught tempts you to draw this out as long as possible.

"im gonna come," euijoo pants under you as you attach your lips to the column of his exposed throat, savoring the chlorinated citrus flavor of his skin, "fuck- i dont wanna come in the water. thats so gross."

you worked your lips up to his ear, slowing your wrist and nipping at his earlobe with your teeth. you whisper, "then come inside me, euijoo."

when you pull back, he's scanning your face for a semblance of humor, as if it were a joke. but you've never been more serious. this is the first time, probably ever, that you've been completely serious on a trip with him. you nod, just to reassure him as you continue ferociously milking his cock, pumping him.

"god, okay, okay," he gives in, breathless. his hair has fallen back into his face, obscuring your sight of his full pupils and glassy eyes, "i'd love to come inside of you. cant believe im even saying that- fuck."

you watch him, even more carefully now. he's beautiful in a way you've noticed before but struggled to put into words. you're sure he has ruined you for everyone else as you study the pulsing vein in his neck and the bobbing lump in his throat. just as his whines get shorter, breathing ragged and hoarse, you inch your throbbing core closer to his cock. you move your swimsuit bottoms out of the way and nudge your entrace with his tip. euijoo releases his hold on your hips so as to not slam you down and fuck you senseless, letting you control the moment, go at your pace. unfortunately for him. instead, he connects your lips in a tender kiss, licking into your mouth and stifling your moans.

the stretch is welcome, eagerly anticipated. but the water perpetuates a burning friction as you suck him in. you sigh into him as you feel the tip of him drag all along your walls. you clench, adjusting to his length as you steady yourself on his shoulders.

"ah-" euijoo gasps into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss and burying his face in your neck. he rests his forehead on your shoulder as his body tenses, snaking his arms around your waist, "coming. fuck, i-im-"

the warmth spreads low inside of you as he releases, burning white ropes plugged deep by his twitching, spent cock. euijoo comes with a silent, choked groan, followed by a sweet series of high-pitched, exasperated whimpers. you coax every sound you can from him, clenching around him, rolling your hips, and dragging your nails down his back. you allow him to just exist for a moment, connected to you in every way. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, hands splayed over the expanse of your back. his heavy breathing fans over your chest, hot and slowing. his dick is still buried inside of you, now soft.

"euijoo," you say, stroking the back of his hair, "can you look at me, please?"

"not yet," he mumbles into your skin, "i'm thinking."

"thinking?" you roll the word around in your mouth a few times, walking your fingers up and down his spine, "did i fuck some sense into you?"

euijoo laughs, this time aloud. his shoulders rack under your touch. you cant help but smile as he sits up, finally, and leans back against the side of the hot tub, "wow. im literally still inside of you and you've managed to insult me. thats gotta be a new record."

youre going to see this every time you close your eyes: euijoo, fucked out and glowing, with faint bruises and pink marks up the column of his throat. you dont even care that youre staring. evidently, you didn't offend him too much, since you feel his cock begin to grow hard inside of you again. he likes it, you realize.

euijoo draws you closer, connecting your lips for one final and chaste kiss. his plump, swollen lips turn up in a smile against you. but when you pull away, he looks perplexed, like he's just remembered something. "really quick, then we can go in."

"okay," you shift uncomfortably on his lap, anxiously awaiting what could be literally anything. it's difficult to tell with euijoo. this could be anything from a sex critique to an addition to tomorrow's vacation initerary, "im all ears."

"earlier," euijoo starts, innocently scanning your face, "you said that you were sorry for playing matchmaker because you didnt know i 'wasnt interested in sex.' and, well, i just-"

"nope," you stand up from your position on his lap, quickly adjusting your bottoms to prevent any of his cum to drip into the water. you resist the urge to whine at the loss of fullness, suddenly empty as you wade out of the tub. however, you are not about to let him get the last a-ha moment, especially when youre full of his cum and still waiting on your own orgasm, "you know exactly what i meant by that."

euijoo cranes his head to follow you as you retreat back to the room, projecting his voice a little too loud, "i am interested in sex, just by the way."

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youre already on the couch, your legs tucked under you, watching your daughter play on the carpet. every so often you reach out and brush your fingers through her hair, smoothing it down the way she likes, and she giggles like its the best thing in the world.

that night, nanami sits with her on his lap, his fame softened so she can fit comfortably against him. she wiggles a little because shes curious, her tiny hands reaching for the bracelet.

he lets her hold it first, lets her feel the cool metal, her fingers small and clumsy but handling it like its something precious.

he takes it back gently, supporting her wrist with one hand while the other guides the bracelet into place. his movements are careful, like hes handling something fragile. the metal slides over her wrist just right, not too loose and not too tight. it rests there, catching the light.

she watches it happen with wide eyes, and when it settles, she lifts her hand, turning it this way and that way, opening and closing her fingers to see how it moves. shes happy, her face all lit up in that soft way toddlers do.

"like mama" she babbles, cheeks round and happy.

nanami keeps one hand resting lightly on her back the whole time, steady and grounding, watching the tiny smile that appears when she realizes the bracelet is hers.

"like mama," he echoes, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

he smooths a thumb over the fabric of her sleeve, protective and quiet. its his little gift to his baby.

you smile from where youre sat next to him, small and warm, and reach over to brush a stray strand of hair from your daughters face. she grins at you, then at him, turning her wrist this way and that like she’s discovering something wonderful.

when she finally settles, you lean in and press a soft kiss to nanamis cheek. he glances at you, his arm wrapping around you to pull you closer, lips brushing over your hairline in a soft kiss.

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."

---

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.

---

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.

---

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....."

-----

you pry open his beefy thighs with the palms of your hand, planting a soft kiss to his crotch. he pulls your hair, fisting at your scalp and pushing away harder. another warning you easily ignore. he doesn't look down still.

you unfasten the top button of his trousers and pull down the zipper, revealing his boxers.

oh?

you smirk. he's already hard.

you pepper kitten licks and kisses down his clothed shaft, marveling in the way he shifts uncomfortably at your touch. his hand still pulls at your hair, but his hold loosened, like he's given up on turning you away.

"sir, what are your thoughts about the previous team's report?" someone asks, voice muffled from the static of the call.

"uh," kento coughs twice, uncharacteristically faltering. at that very moment, you pull the top of his boxers down and swirl your tongue on his tip, licking up his salty precum. "it was okay," he says through a heavy grunt.

"really?" someone echoes, "i think we still have some serious work to do."

kento can't utter a word, merely managing a thoughtful-sounding hum. you take him all in, wrapping your glossy lips around his girth and sinking down, hollowing your cheeks and letting saliva drip everywhere---just how he likes it.

his hips buck upward, and you almost start laughing. but you don't, too immersed in bobbing your head up and down and making life harder for him.

"nanami-san, is everything okay?" a concerned woman asks, voice with an undertone far too flirty for your liking. you shove his cock all the way in, letting it lodge into the back of your throat.

it's so hard to breathe, you think you might die. but that's no problem when your dreamboat of a boyfriend audibly hisses, nearly pulling your hair out with his hands.

"nanami-san?"

he steadies his breathing, that awkward half-laugh making a reappearance again.

"sorry, my cat scratched me," he explains through gritted teeth.

for the first time this evening, he looks down at you, feigning a fond expression when you're sure that in reality, you're pissing him off. good. you want him pissed. he gives it to you better that way.

desperate for air, you pull backwards and grin at him with a dopey, fucked-out smile.

you wonder how you might look to him, on all fours under his work desk, black dress hugging your body tight, straps falling your shoulders, cleavage in plain sight as the red of your kitten heels peek from below.

he returns his attention to the zoom meeting, where finally, people seem to be getting tired of endless business jargon being thrown back and forth. you don't stop your work, though, pumping your saliva-coated hand up and down his shaft and peppering kisses all along the length.

finally, the familiar ping of an ended call arrives.

you don't have time to think when kento drags you up by the hair with one hand, cupping your face with the other. he squeezes your cheeks as you topple into his lap.

"thought that was funny, baby?"

"hilarious," you deadpan through squished cheeks.

he scoffs, low and soft and entirely pissed off. but in the calm and patient kento way that makes your insides twist.

in moments, you're bent over his desk, butt jutting backwards as his dick slides between your thighs. your dress bunches at your waist, and he pulls down the top part so that your tits are hovering loose above the table.

your nipples graze against the the cold wood as you stumble to find balance, kento's strong, beefy arms holding you steady.

one hand comes up to tweak at your nipples, and the other rubs small, tight circles at your clit. you whimper in delight as kento bends over and whispers into your ear.

"not so funny now, huh, princess?"

"fuck you," you murmur, grinding back into his dick, desperate for friction.

"fussy little girl," he grunts, before pulling your underwear to the side and dragging his thick cock between your puffy folds.

you both groan at the sensation, and you arch your back into him even more. it's like that for the next few moments, him teasing you with his length, and he's not even inside you yet but you're already embarrassingly close.

"you wanted attention, didn't you?" he whispers sweetly into your ear, in that low and heavenly-sent voice.

"yes," you whimper, giving up on being a brat. you need him now. "please, please fuck me."

"you want it that badly?" he pulls your nipple, still rubbing taut circles on your clit as you jut backwards.

"yes, please," you moan, on the verge of crying.

he hums, satisfied, and his warmth leaves you momentarily when he pulls back to push down his trousers and boxers. then, he aligns himself at your entrance, the head of his cock probing at your heat.

he slowly pushes in, his girth dragging through your folds and hand wrapped around your stomach to steady you. you let our several heavy breaths. he fills you up slowly, stretching out your walls and sending spikes of white hot pleasure everywhere.

when he's inside, you feel so full of him that he's practically in your lungs.

then, this mother fucker starts to move. and god, is it glorious. he pulls back, depriving your walls of that wonderfully-stretched out sensation, only to ram back in with twice the amount of force, the head of his cock hitting the spot again and again and again.

your juices drip down your thighs. he pulls your hair back. saliva dribbles down your chin, and you're making noises so animalistic the neighbors might call animal control. then, he goes back to rubbing tight circles on your clit and you're a done girl.

you're so close. literally almost to the gates of heaven.

but before you get there, his pace slows down, and you audibly whine. he fishes his phone and places it in front of you before you have a moment to protest or ask why.

"your turn." he kisses your shoulder. "cancel the fucking reservation while i stuff you full of my cock, princess."

he's trying to teach you a lesson, you realize. so that you won't be so immature in the future.

little does he know that this only makes you want to misbehave even more.