bff!maki x reader
cw; liiiiiittle bit suggestive. f2l? 1k words.
although you and maki were just friends, you’ve always been comfortable enough to sleep on the same bed. in fact, you liked cuddling up against him, his body warmth and protective arms always made you fall asleep much easier and faster for some reason.
and tonight was no different.
after a movie night at his apartment, you decided it was best to just sleep over and go home in the morning. but while you rolled around restlessly on his bed, he busied himself screaming away at the massive computer screen that flashed of gunshots and death. something he’d been doing for the past three hours without a care in the world.
all you wanted was to snuggle with him and fall asleep against his bear-like body after such a long week but you knew it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon if that stupid computer was on.
“maki.”
“AHHHH KILL-” the call of his name finally has him turning his head mid scream, eyes wide of curiosity, “yeah?”
“come to bed already, i’m tired.”
“you can sleep first, i still need to destroy this shit with the guys.”
you pout to yourself, annoyed that he wasn’t giving in. but you were just so tired, having not slept properly thanks homework and assignments and of course, not being able to see maki for a whole week.
without much thought, you sheepishly make your way over to where the big kid sat in his gaming chair. you carefully squeeze in between him and the table before settling onto his lap while facing him, even going as far as moving yourself little by little so you eventually straddled him. he’s startled for a moment, the man no longer clicking his life away. he watches in complete silence as you shift comfortably on his lap, your entire body leaning against him now as you lay your head into the crook of his neck.
you and maki had always been close, beyond close to some, but even this was a little too intimate.
“please come to bed... i want to cuddle.”
you can hear the very loud gulp he makes when your ass accidentally brushes over the forming tent inside his sweatpants but he doesn’t dare move.
both nicholas’ and yuma’s voice continues to echo loudly from the headset but maki only responds with was a mere “got to go bro” before abruptly switching off everything. if you knew it was this easy, you would’ve done this hours ago.
although a little hesitant, maki finally places both of his hands at your waist, softly squeezing it to comfort a very tired you.
“lets go to bed then, hm?”
his breath softly hitting your cheeks tells you that he’s dangerously close. there’s a strange feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, your entire body feels like it’s on fire from from being this close to him.
with his arms securely around your waist, maki stands up with you in his embrace while you snuggled in comfortably. you know this should’ve felt strange... but it didn’t.
and that scared you.
he gently places you down into his soft haven of white sheets before flicking off the lights, switching it with the small lamp on his bedside. the man quickly fills up the space beside before fetching the sheets to cover your bodies. naturally you roll onto your side to get a better look of him and although there’s a lack of light, you could see him already staring at you... but with a look you’ve never seen before.
and nervousness finally kicks in, the uncertainty of what was to come, really starting to mess with your head. you acted so impulsively, a little too shamelessly, without worrying about the consequences.
“i’m sorry for leaving you for so long.”
“it’s okay.”
he scans over your face for a brief moment, eyes darting between your eyes and lips as if asking for permission and in a split second decision, you leaned right in. your mind had barely processed the fact that you were now kissing your best friend, not until you feel him pulling your body closer to deepen the kiss.
there is a very thin line between friends and everything thereafter and by kissing him, you knew there was no going back, that you’ve now crossed into the very grey area you’re both secretly scared of.
but maybe deep down, somewhere in the pits of your heart, it’s something you’ve always wanted and judging by how he’s kissing you back, you have a feeling it was the same for him too.
Tw: gay sex ( read if you're comfortable), mxm, p in v, making out, kissing, creampie, cumming inside (mxm), maybe more
PART TWENTY SEVEN - PART TWO: MESSY
"What are you doing?" Nicholas asked him.
Yuma didn't reply.
Instead, he stood back up and took off his shoes. He then took off his trousers and tossed it on top of where he put Nicholas'.
Nicholas simply watched Yuma as he took of his boxers and his dick sprung up.
The two of them now had nothing on their lower half, except their black socks.
Nicholas got up from the toilet seat and stood right infront of Yuma.
Their stared in eachothers eyes as if they were communicating without words.
Nicholas put a hand on Yuma's arm. "Are you sure?"
There was silence for a few seconds before Yuma nodded.
"I'm ready."
Nicholas and Yuma both took off their blazers and kissed eachother slowly.
Nicholas backed Yuma up against the stall door and started stroking himself. Before he turned Yuma around, his kissed his cheek and jaw.
The buttons of Yuma's school shirt was pressed against the door , while Nicholas was kissing the back of his neck.
Nicholas looked down at Yuma's ass and bit his bottom lip. He put a hand on Yuma's hip and softly rubbed the tip of his cock in the middle of his ass.
Yuma's breath hitched as he braced himself.
Nicholas stopped stroking himself and slowly put his dick up Yuma's hole, till he felt his ass against his skin.
Both Yuma and Nicholas' mouths dropped open.
Nicholas put his other hand on Yuma's hip and carefully began pulling out, till it was just his tip inside, before he pushed all the way back in.
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
---
Over in the single bathroom downstairs, things were getting louder by the second.
You were still sat on top of EJ's dick getting fucked.
Unlike Yuma, EJ was insanely vocal.
Every time you bounced on it, he would either moan or whine. The sound of him was driving you insane.
You held the sides of his face and kissed him.
Too caught up in the sound of his desperate moans, you hadn't even realised that you came all over his dick.
However, EJ could feel it.
He pulled his head back and when he looked down, he saw a white mess at the bottom of his cock.
You looked down to see what he was looking at, and when you noticed it, you stopped bouncing.
"Was that you?" You asked him.
"I think it was you."
The two of you made eye contact amd smiled.
In that moment, you felt a warmth you've never felt before. It was just you and EJ, and everything felt perfect.
Your smile fell as you continued staring at him.
EJ noticed. "What's wrong?"
You looked down at the mess between you and looked back up at him.
"Can you.....cum in me?"
His dick twitched inside you.
"Are you sure."
You nodded. "I want you to."
You stood on your toes to give him room to begin jolting his hips up into you, and he did.
Shortly after, EJ's beautiful moans echoed through the room. You had no choice but to cover his mouth before someone heard.
When you felt him bite on the palm of your hand, you knew his was about to cum.
He hugged your waist and squeezed you tightly, as you felt shots up cum fill your insides.
You pulled harshly on his hair with your other hand as he flopped his head into your chest.
You stayed sat on his dick for a few minutes as you were too out if breath to move.
Eventually, you stood up and piles of thick cum ( as well as his cock ) fell out of you.
EJ got some tissues and began wiping down your legs before he used the same tissue to wipe his dick.
-
After the two of you put your uniform back on, the room felt heavy again.
EJ turned to you and took your hand.
"I really am sorry y/n. I was just jealous of what you had with Yuma, and I wanted to try it too. I didn't do it to hurt you, but I did."
You had completely forgotten that you were mad at him.
After you assured him that you were fine amd had forgiven him , the two of you rushed out of the bathroom before you got caught.
---
Upstairs, Nicholas was fast fucking Yuma while choking his neck with one hand.
He had taken off Yumas shirt and had left atlest six love bites across his back.
Nicholas licked Yuma's ear as he reached his breaking point.
"Nicholas." Yuma whispered.
"Yeah."
"Can you cum in me?"
Yuma heard Nicholas chuckle lightly behind him, and he took that as a yes.
It didn't take more than two minutes before Nicholas came up Yuma's ass.
He finally released his hand from Yuma's throat and brought both hands to lay on his stomach.
After he pulled out, he stared at the side of Yuma's face.
He watched as Yuma panted with his eyes still closed, and he looked like an angel.
"Yuma.." Nicholas said softly.
"Mmmm." Yuma hummed.
Nicholas turned his body to face him.
"I really like you.....a lot."
With his eyes still closed, Yuma smiled.
"I know."
-
After arguing on whose trousers is whose, they put all their uniform back on and stepped out of the stall into the main bathroom.
They adjusted their clothes in the mirror and straightened out their hair.
"I really like you too." Yuma said while staring at himself in the mirror.
Nicholas turned to him. "What."
Yuma rolled his eyes. "I said~ I really like you too."
Nicholas blushed and put his hands in his pockets.
---
There were only 5 minutes left till lunch ended, so all 4 of you rushed to class.
When you all saw yourselves outside the room door, you locked eyes with Yuma and EJ locked eyes with Nicholas.
Each pair had a different meaning.
Nicholas and EJ were looking at eachother with pride ( since their plan worked ), while you and Yuma had a bit of awkwardness between you.
You took a step forward to explain to Yuma why you didn't meet with him, but just then, the teacher came and opened the door.
---
After the final class of the day ended, you took a deep sigh in your seat.
During the whole lesson, you couldn't stop thinking about what to say to Yuma, as well as the amazing time you had with EJ.
You slowly put your books in your bag, and when you turned around, you saw Nicholas, EJ and Yuma looking in your direction.
"What are you guys looking at?" You asked them.
The boys exchanged a look.
"Let's talk outside." EJ said.
---
Outside, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear. It was refreshing.
You and the three boys were walking to the closest bus stop when EJ spoke.
"Me and Nicholas have something to propose to you guys."
You and Yuma looked at eachother and then back at EJ and Nicholas.
"Well," Nicholas started. " I wanted to ask you guys if you would be interested in an open relationship?"
You were confused. "What's that?"
Nicholas laughed. "You're just like EJ. Basically, it's where partners agree to engage in sexual or romantic relationships with other people outside of their primary relationship." Nicholas explained.
"Oh. But none of us are dating though." You replied.
"Yes but I like Yuma, Yuma likes you, you also like Yuma and Nicholas like you too. If I date Yuma, and if you date EJ, and if everyone agrees to be in an open relationship, you and Yuma can do what you want."
You thought about it, and the idea wasn't that bad.
"There's only one problem though." Yuma said.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"I don't just want to hook up with y/n, I actually like her. And she likes me too."
"He's right." You added.
"Well, it's just a thought." Nicholas said.
All four of you carried on walking in silence.
"What about poly? Isn't it just better if we date eachother?" EJ asked.
"Poly?" Nicholas asked.
"It's short for polyamorous. Isn't that when people have more than one romantic partner at the same time?" You said.
EJ nodded. "Exactly."
"You know what, I like that." Said Yuma.
"Me too."
"You guys have to win us over first though." Yuma said with sass.
Nicholas and EJ both looked at eachother and laughed.
"I think we've already done that."
-
After EJ and Nicholas told the both of you about the plan that they made at lunch, you and Yuma were completely shook.
"We've been played." Yuma joked while looking down at you.
"Big time." You replied
"Wait." EJ said. "So when you guys went to the bathroom.....did you.......?"
Nicholas immediately went red.
"Oh wow. So who was the top?" You asked with a smirk.
"That's absolutely non of your business." Nicholas hissed.
You and EJ looked at eachother and laughed.
---
Later at night, you guys were all texting on the group chat.
Yuma: y/n how does it feel to be the most wanted girl in school?
Y/n: like a queen 💅😌
Nicholas: oh please,
Nicholas: I don't want her.
Yuma: good.
EJ: good.
Y/n: 🙄
Yuma: hang on.
Yuma: I just realised something.
Y/n: what?
Nicholas: what?
Yuma: I've hooked up with y/n,
Yuma: I've also hooked up with Nicholas,
Yuma: Nicholas has hooked with EJ,
Yuma: and EJ has hooked up with y/n.
EJ: .......
Y/n: omg
Nicholas: your point is?
Yuma: my point issssss,
Yuma: the only people that haven't hooked up with eachother is me and EJ,
Yuma: and Nicholas and y/n.
Nicholas: lol.
Nicholas: that's never gonna happen.
Yuma: I wouldn't be so sure...
End of part 27.
Author's note: Omggggg milestone for Nekoz. I'm so happy for them 🤭🤭🤭. Why is Nicholas so cold to you?
synopsis : you get the most beautiful text from an unknown number accidentally. that's it.
pairing : martin x f!reader ♡ contains : reader being hungry ♤ warning : shipping mars x ju for fun
a/n : i saw the first screenshot on instagram and felt like that's something martin would do and immediately got to making this lmao. probably one of my last posts before the most cruel heartbreaking hiatus cuz of my studies 🥲 genuinely disappointed in myself for not being able to finish mean boys and rock you like a hurricane in time. but this ain't the end, trust me. i'll try to update irregularly 🫡
⠀ 🪷 ˚ you’re an underground R&B artist with a tiny but loyal audience, making late‑night songs no one expects to blow up. Then one morning you wake up to chaos. Apparently, CORTIS’ Martin mentioned your track during a live. One clip turns your notifications into wildfire, your streams skyrocket, and suddenly the internet is calling you “the girl Martin listens to at 3am”. What you don’t know yet is that he’s been a fan long before the world noticed, and now your lives are about to collide.
pairing ... idol Martin x underground artist Yn
feat. ... CORTIS, Danielle Marsh, Hyein Lee
genre ... social media au with written parts, romance, crack, slow burn
SYNOPSIS you knew not to buy from just any reseller, but you never imagined you’d get scammed by someone who goes to school with you!
scammer martin x reader — enemies to lovers(ish), lots of cursing, martin is…, crack fic, small drabble, bad humour
→ yo it’s been a VERY VERY LONG TIME!! but IK BACKK AND BETTER THAN EVER, i’m in summer break finally but i needa prep for senior year FUHH😡😡 this is just smth small i made tdy, idk if id make this a whole series but we’ll see. im just ready to make more content this summer while i have more time, did u guys miss me?🥺🥺
Tw: p in v, oral, mxm, suggestive, smut, making out
PART TWENTY SEVEN - PART ONE: TAKE BACK WHAT'S OURS
Thursday morning
You were standing outside the school gate, waiting for Yuma.
He had offered to walk you to school, but today you just wanted to go by yourself. Not with EJ or with Yuma. Just you.
You looked up from your phone when you felt a figure in your presence.
It was EJ.
You rolled your eyes, turned around and nearly bumped into another figure.
Nicholas.
You took a massive step away from the both of them.
"Oh my gosh. Is this an ambush, what is this?"
Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Relax, I'm not here for you. I'm looking for Yuma."
You stared at him in disbelief.
EJ interrupted the stare down. "Y/n, can I talk to you?"
You looked at him and noticed he was picking at his fingers.
He always did this when he was nervous or worried, so you kinda felt a bit guilty for giving him the silent treatment.
"About what?" You asked him.
"Can we go inside?"
Before you could answer, you heard a familiar laugh behind you.
You turned around and saw Yuma joking around with his friends.
You smiled and waved your hand in the air. "YUMA!"
Nicholas immediately stood up straight and brought his right hand to his hair to smooth it out.
When Yuma saw you, he said bye to his friends and began jogging over.
When he approached you, he put his hand on your back and kissed you passionately on the lips.
After watching the two of you for a few seconds, Nicholas turned away and went into the building.
Yuma kissed your hand before he put it in his, and the two of you walked into the building.
Leaving EJ standing by the gate watching after you.
---
When you got into class, Yuma quickly said bye as you went to go sit down at your desk.
To your surprise, he sat down at his usual desk in front of Nicholas (who was already there).
You smiled to yourself.
Unlike EJ who's been clinging onto you since Monday, Yuma was actually giving you space.
Speaking of the devil, EJ came in.
He headed towards the empty desk next you and put his bag down.
You turned your head and body away from him in disgust, and he immediately got the message.
He picked his bag back up, and went over to his usual seat.
The lesson began.
---
"Before we begin the lesson," the teacher started. " I have an announcement."
"This Saturday, your class will be going on a trip to a museum."
"We'll leave on Friday and stay in a hotel, and the walk to the museum will start on Saturday morning."
Your class cheered.
You were excited too. This was an opportunity for you to explore more of the area.
---
As soon as the class ended, Yuma came over and sat on your desk.
"Can I help you?" You asked him.
"Hurry up. I wanna go outside."
"Well maybe if you get up from my notebook, I can do just that."
He laughed and stood up.
When you finished packing, he put his hands behind his back and stood infront of you, grinning.
"What?" You asked him.
"Nothing."
He waited for the teacher to leave before he turned around and put you on the desk.
He rested his hands beside you, and while locking eyes with Nicholas across the classroom, he kissed you.
Nicholas smirked at him before he whispered something to EJ and they left the room.
---
"As much as I hate to admit it, they look so fucking hot together." Nicholas groaned.
He was in the convenience store with EJ, picking out a snacks.
"Well I don't think so." EJ sighed. "I don't even want to talk about it."
"Okay, well we have to."
"It's over for us."
"We'll just apologise to them and then tell them about the open relationship thing."
"You've not even told me what that is yet." Ej complained.
"For fucks sake. Basically......it's where partners agree to engage in sexual or romantic relationships with other people outside of their primary relationship." Nicholas explained.
"I'm confused."
"Basically, if I make Yuma my boyfriend, we would both be allowed to be intimate with other people. And if you make y/n your girlfriend, she can be intimate with other people too."
"I don't know. That seems complicated."
Nicholas threw his head back and turned to EJ.
"You still like y/n right?"
"Obviously."
"Exactly. And I really like Yuma."
EJ cocked an eyebrow. "What's your point?"
"So~" Nicholas took a step closer to him and put his mouth at EJ's ear. "First we need to take back what's ours."
When he stepped back, he gave EJ a sly grin before he walked over to the counter.
---
Throughout the whole of the next class, Nicholas's words kept replaying in EJ's head.
"First we need to take back what's ours."
He kept thinking about what Nicholas meant. Or what Nicholas was implying.
---
When the class was over, you went over to Yuma's desk. You tried to ignore Nicholas and EJ who were behind and infront of him.
You asked Yuma what he was doing for lunch and he told you he had plans.
"I need to meet with the sports teacher, but meet me at class 213 in about half an hour. That class is always empty so we can probably eat there."
You pouted but nodded before you left the classroom to catch up with your girl friends.
When Yuma left, Nicholas immediately turned to EJ.
"I have a plan."
EJ tilted his head.
Nicholas continued. "So...here's what we're gonna do."
---
You checked the time on your friends' watch and it was 1:00. It was time to go and spend the rest of your lunch with Yuma, so you told your friends bye and left.
You were walking through the empty corridor towards room 213.
You've never had a class on this floor before, so you were looking closely at each door number, when you felt a hand pull on you.
You fell towards the direction you were being pulled in and fell into someone's chest.
You looked up and saw EJ.
Before you spoke to him, you looked around analysing your surroundings, and put together that you were in a single bathroom.
EJ rushed over and locked the door behind you.
You couldn't even process what was happening.
"EJ what the fuc—"
You didnt even finish your sentence before he came over and kissed you on the lips.
It's been a while since you felt his soft lips on yours, and honestly, you missed it.
He hugged your waist and you slowly crept your hands up to hold the back of his neck.
The two of you kissed eachother for a full on 30 hot seconds before you pulled back.
"Wait....Yuma's waiting for me."
As he replied, he woukd kiss you in-between each word. "Don't.....worry....about him....he's fine."
When he pulled back from the last kiss, the two of you simply stared at each other for a few seconds.
You both didn't realise it, but you really missed eachother. Despite it being exactly 24 hours since you got mad at him, he looked so hot right now.
Almost at the exact same time, you both began taking off your uniform.
He took his blazer off and quickly unbuttoned his shirt before he threw it to the floor. You did the same.
This was the first time you ever saw him shirtless, and you froze.
You reached out and put a hand on his chest and you kept it there for a few seconds as your eyes scanned him from his neck down to his torso.
He took your arm off his body and slowly turned you around. He unbuckled your bra and as he slid it down, he kissed your neck and shoulder.
He brought you over to the toilet, put the lid down and sat on top.
"Are you okay....with this?" He asked you.
This was the first thing he's said since he pulled you in here. Typical EJ. Always checking and making sure.
You tried to fight a smile and he could see.
He smiled and opened his legs. As you stood between them, he pulled your tights down aswell as your panties.
He slowly removed his trousers and boxers and left them at his ankle.
EJ was already hard just from kissing and admiring you.
"Sit on my lap."
He stroked his dick as you put your legs to stand on either side of his.
You looked down at him and he looked back up at you.
As you slowly bent down, he held your leg with one hand while he put his cock in place with the other.
Felling your pussy wrap around his cock, he closed his eyes and threw his head back.
Resting one hand on his bare shoulder, you bit your finger as you felt him deep inside you.
When you finally sat, EJ hissed and gritted his teeth.
He put both hands on the waist of your skirt and slowly began rolling your hips on top of him.
---
At the same time, Nicholas was waiting for Yuma to finish his conversation with a teacher.
When Yuma finally came to the corridor and stepped inside room 213 , he saw Nicholas and sighed.
"I don't have time for this."
Before Yuma could walk out and start looking for you, Nicholas rushed over and stood infront of the doorway.
"Can you atleast let me say something." He pleaded.
"If you have something to say, text me. Now move."
"Fuck off. You know you blocked me."
Yuma tried not to laugh. He said that on purpose.
Nicholas sighed. "Can we please go back to how we were? I don't like this."
Yuma crossed his arms over his chest and poked his tongue in his inner cheek. "Well......you started this."
"Actually you did. With y/n?"
"Goodbye." Yuma said as he tried to walk past Nicholas' body.
Nicholas held his shoulders in place. "Okay sorry sorry. I just miss you."
Yuma relaxed his expression and uncrossed his arms.
Nicholas used this as an opportunity to grab his hand and lead him out of the room.
---
Nicholas took him to the boys bathroom on the top floor of the building. He was certain that no one would be there at this time of day.
He shut the bathroom door and led Yuma into an empty stall and locked it behind him.
To Nicholas' surprise, Yuma was the first to make a move.
Yuma crashed his lips onto Nicholas' and began sucking on his tongue.
Nicholas was pinned against the stall door trying to gasp for air, while Yuma was rubbing his cock against his.
The two of them were getting harder at the same pace.
Nicholas flipped Yuma over so he was now the one with his back to the door.
Instinctively, Yuma got down on his knees to the ground.
Nicholas smirked. "I knew you couldn't stay away from me."
Yuma bit his bottom lip as he began unbuckling Nicholas' belt.
When Yuma brought Nicholas' bottoms down to his ankles, this time , he didnt leave it there.
He took off Nicholas' shoes and removed his bottoms from his legs completely.
Nicholas was confused. He thought Yuma was just gonna suck him off.
Maybe Yuma had other plans.
End of part 27 pt1
Author's note: Yh the next part is abt to be wild so read with caution ⚠️ 🙈. Anyways, time to start that Nicholas fic 😁😁🩷
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
wc | 7.5k
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."
every day i wake up and think about how big euijoo and anton are and then i go to bed and then i wake up and think about how big euijoo and anton are and then i go to bed and then i wake up and think about how big eui
synposis :: small collection of enha and teamies ships
A/N: hi lovelies, this is just a little gift to my fellow sapphic lunégenes so please be patient with me to complete these ♡ I will also try to not specify the exact labels the members go by in these scenarios so you can use whatever labels u want— IN THE CLURB WE ALL LOVE WOMEN AND ENBIES! If you want to be tagged for any or all pls let me know in the comments! My birthday is soon too so i will try to complete before then!
i. Heart Strings [LOADING..]
pairing :: vocalist! nicholas x guitarist! jay
synopsis :: jay injured her hand and is unable to play too well and nicholas decides to step in.
tags :: minor angst, established relationship, fluff, butch4butch
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ii. Magnum Opus [LOADING..]
pairing :: photographer! fuma x model! heeseung
synposis :: facing major art block before finals, fuma finds herself defeated until she meets the perfect muse.
tags :: fluff, strangers to lovers, femme4femme
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iii. My Serene Chaos [LOADING..]
pairing :: loud! jungwon x quiet! euijoo
synopsis :: jungwon always stood up for her best friend and what was right but what if the lines of friendship became blurred?
tags :: childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, femme4butch
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iv. Between The Ink and Us [LOADING..]
pairing :: fashionista! harua x tattoo artist! ni-ki
synopsis :: harua decides to finally face her fears a get a tattoo on her 21st birthday.
ꨄ︎ warnings : insults (?), bickering, frenemies to lovers, kissing, skinship, fuma makes a brief appearance, lowercase intended
ꨄ︎ word count : 1.5k
ꨄ︎ author’s note : for this ask from nika! i always make yuma a tease idk why, whoops. hopefully it’s cutesy enough for u twin 🤞all support is appreciated! hope u enjoy 🪽
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you and yuma had known each other since you were little kids - 6 years old to be exact. a heated argument over sharing the toy box in class led you to be sworn enemies, and younger you had promised herself she wouldn’t be friends with him. ever. but, by the time you were 13, the two of you had so many mutual friends that you’d ended up being in the same friend group, despite liking each other still. the universe simple wasn’t on your side when it came to yuma.
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ever since the group had formed, you’d practically been forced by the others to get along with him. that meant no pointless arguments, no bullying, no pranks, nothing of the sort. not wanting to ruin the fun for the rest of them, you followed the order - or at least tried to. it was difficult when yuma constantly teased you for your style of clothing, your makeup, and tiny details like the way you walked. he enjoyed hearing the frustrated huff escape from you, loved seeing the annoyed expression on your face even more. what he loved the most, though, was the fact you fought back. it made things more entertaining when you’d shoot a reflective insult to his own outfit in defence.
your friends simply rolled their eyes every time. they were used to it by now, referring to you both as ‘tom & jerry in human form’.
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somewhere along the way, you found your feelings of hatred towards yuma had faded, and something new had replaced it - love. or at least a variant of it.
his rude teasing had no negative effect on you anymore, instead you found it endearing, the way he’d look you up and down before saying,
“i can’t tell if you just rolled out of bed or not. you look a mess, sweetheart.”
however, you knew he didn’t feel the same way. it was obvious, and it made sense. the two of you were meant to hate each other, right? you were sure it was just a stupid little phase of yours, something that would fade after a couple of weeks. a month maximum.
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your crush on yuma was pushing its 1 year anniversary when you started to notice the change in how yuma acted. his insults were less heated, becoming more playful instead. when your group of friends hung out, he wouldn’t refuse to sit next to you on the couch anymore, happily plopping down next to you, letting his leg brush yours. what really made you realise something was going on was when you’d catch him staring. during movie nights, picnics at the park, anywhere. whenever you glanced his way, yuma would already be looking at you, his classic, sly grin plastered on his face.
“whatcha lookin’ at? you look like you wanna kiss me or somethin’.” he’d taunt, as if he wasn’t the one caught daydreaming in your direction. you’d look away, praying he didn’t see the pink tint on your cheeks.
it made you wonder if his feelings for you had developed into something deeper, or if he was toying with you.
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it was a saturday night, and the group was sardined in your bedroom, people practically piled on top of each other on the bed, some watching the movie playing on your laptop, some already knocked out. you were situated on the edge of the bed, not focused on the movie. yuma was sat between you and another one of your friends, fuma, who was fast asleep and snoring rather loudly. yuma was watching the movie quietly, an occasional glance cast in your direction.
the heat of the packed room finally caught up to you, and you excused yourself from the bedroom, heading out to the balcony.
the chilled breeze helped cool you down quickly, allowing you to relax. it was late by now, and the night sky was practically pitch black, the small glistening stars scattered across it. despite feeling tired, you weren’t ready to fall asleep yet. mainly because there was barely any room left on your bed, but also because of who you had to sleep beside - yuma.
as if right on queue, the balcony door slides open and shut and yuma emerges next to you, leaning against the ledge of the railing on his elbows. he doesn’t say anything at first, simply scanning the dark skyline.
“it’s hot in there,” he says finally, breaking the silence. you let out a small laugh, nodding.
“yeah, it is.”
the two of you stand, shoulder to shoulder, the silence stretching on longer than it usually does between the two of you. maybe it’s because the others were asleep inside, but it felt different being just the two of you. more intimate.
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a few minutes had passed before he spoke up again.
“you know, you look really pretty tonight.” he turns his head to face you, eyes on your face. your stomach churned with an unfamiliar feeling; a mix of nervousness, confusion and flattery. you weren’t used to him being nice to you like this.
“thanks, yuma.” you manage to say, trying not to let your face hint at your inner turmoil. he shifts closer to you, arms pressed up against each other.
“i’m sorry i always tease you.”
you snap your head to look at him at the apology, surprised. his voice carried a tone of sincerity you’d never heard from him before, but you could tell it was genuine. you feel his pinky brush yours on the railing, and he interlinks them absentmindedly.
“you never actually look ugly. you don’t walk funny, either.” he admits, eyes flickering over you, pupils sparkling in the moonlight. “you’re, uh.. you’re perfect, actually.”
the heat that rushes to your face was sudden and warm, you knew yuma could probably see it. and by the faint smirk growing on his face, you could tell he definitely did.
“i’ve barely said anything and you’re already blushing.” he scoffs amusedly, nudging you gently.
“shut up,” you whisper, looking away in attempt to hide your pink cheeks. he lifts his free hand, cupping your face and gently turning you to face him.
“i need to be honest with you.” yuma says, expression more serious now. you nod, urging him to continue.
he clears his throat, thumb brushing the skin of your cheekbone.
“well, um..” for the first time in his life, yuma seemed.. nervous. it was unlike him. “we’ve always hated each other, haven’t we? it’s just how it’s been for us since we were kids. i thought it would always be like that, as long as we knew each other. but, recently, i don’t know why.. my feelings are changing.”
your eyes widen ever so slightly.
“...i think i’m in love with you.” he admits, eyes searching yours for reciprocation. a part of you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. he’d pulled pretty believable pranks on you before, and now you were cautious.
“yuma, don’t joke about that kinda stuff.” you say quietly, huffing. his hand pulls your face closer to his, lips just centimetres apart.
“i wouldn’t joke about this. c’mon, i’m not that mean.” he grins, letting out a small chuckle.
once his laughter died down, being replaced with silence, he cleared his throat.
“please don’t tell me i’m the only one feeling like this.”
as you look up at him, the cool breeze flowing through his hair, desperate gaze fixed on yours, you realise how serious he is. he actually loves you. yuma, your childhood-enemy-now-friend, was admitting his love for you. this didn’t feel real. but you knew you couldn’t lose this chance.
“i love you too, yuma.”
yuma’s face brightens up almost immediately, disbelief and happiness visible in his eyes. without saying a word, he leans down, crashing his lips against yours, years worth of love, hatred, and everything in between put into the kiss. your hands find his shoulders, gripping them for stability.
you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, and the smile on his face was the happiest he’d ever looked.
“i would’ve never expected this from us,” he says with a giggle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “but i’m not complaining.”
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hand in hand, you head back to your bedroom, where your friends were all fast asleep, scattered across the bed. there was basically no room. you share a whispered giggle at the positions they were all laying in.
the two of you managed to squeeze next to each other at the bottom of the bed, and yuma wraps his arms around you. pulling you into his chest, your senses are filled with him; the warmth of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the soft sound of his breathing. everything felt perfect.
“goodnight, pretty.” yuma whispers, another kiss pressing to your forehead. “i love you.”
.....In which Nicolas finds out that he has to put his girlfriend above his best friend
AITA for dumping my girlfriend to hang out with my best friend? - Wang Yixiang
WARNINGS. suggestiveness (only with older members), dark humour, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as bullying, drugs, etc., every chapter has its warnings!
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