synopsis | your university's hot literature professor has made it his mission to make your life hell, and you're determined to find out why.
details | professor!euijoo x female!reader, reader is a teaching assistant & consenting adult, gendered terms (ma'am, girl, etc.), 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, bff!yuma, exhibitionism, masturbation, reader is a bit of a peeping tom, muppets mention, cursing, you might actually learn something from this, horny poetry, soft dom!joo, thigh riding, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT WRAP IT WRAP IT), creampie, no use of y/n, lowercase intended
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“could you hand me that pen?”
you didnt even realize you were zoning out; it was just so boring. as a teaching assistant, you’d already taken this introductory seminar and several like it. and the classrooms were all the same, set up auditorium-style with mounted desks on risers that went so far back that you couldn’t even tell if the students were awake or not. nine times out of ten, they were not. it felt like the backrooms, an endless stretch of repeating white brick and gray carpet. add on the bright white flash of the projector casting the bottom left corner of the screen directly into your eyes and there you had it: a recipe for zoning the fuck out for three hours.
but when you looked up, professor byun had his hand outstretched to you, a patient smile etched onto his face. that’s really all it took to snap you back into yourself. the pen seemed to turn to liquid as you grabbed for it, fumbling over your own fingers. silence settled over the lecture hall like fog, the shrill scraping of the pen’s plastic casing on your wooden desk the only sound louder than your heartbeat climbing to your ears. you handed it to him, finally, mouthing sorry as he plucked it from your fingertips. it was quite literally your only job to hand him pens or paper or whatever he might need while he was teaching. that was the job description, but you’d had the longest week of your life, and professor byun’s 8 am literary studies seminar was the tired, dreary cherry on top.
one thing you could always appreciate about your supervisor, or mentor as he so graciously asked you to call him, was his grace. he was incredibly young, only a few years older than you, so he still knew how draining it was to be in your position. you’d applied to graduate school with the hopes of being in professor byun’s exact same position one day, droning on and on about your favorite subject matter and forcing forty-ish people to listen, or at least pretend to listen, to you ramble for three hours twice a week. so, he was very open to taking you under his wing as his teaching assistant at the beginning of the semester. you didn’t account for how distracting it would be from your studies, though, to work alongside a hot literature nerd.
byun euijoo was a sight for sore, tired eyes. he loomed over almost everyone, shoulders broad and accentuated most days by a padded blazer. he wore thin framed glasses on the slope of his nose, the tops of which were covered, usually, by a wisped veil of brown hair, ends curling and flipping up at the base of his neck. everything about him was good; his face was sweet and soft, especially when he would smile, accentuating the supple curve of his cheeks. not to mention the warmth of his eyes, round and inviting. yet, it was so difficult to maintain eye contact with him for too long, his gaze too expectant, too hopeful. it made you sick. even when he grabbed the pen from you under the judgemental stares of his students, his stare was forgiving. dont sweat it, he scrunched his eyes in a subtle smile, brows furrowed, understanding.
the lecture wrapped up after what felt like days. the past two weeks had been dedicated to different literary critics, which was simply old news to you. there was no harm in a refresher course in post-structuralism, but, unfortunately, not even byun euijoo could have made that class interesting. you had already been grappling with your own instability. and apparently it was evident.
“are you doing alright?” professor byun asked as the last of the students filed out of the lecture hall. their conversations buzzed until the chatter fizzled out into a dull silence. you had started shoving your own belongings into your bag, noticing the pen you handed him earlier roll across the table, gradually slowing to a halt as he added, “you seemed a bit out of it today.”
even as he leaned, casually, against the desk, you felt like the room was closing in on you. he had traded his blazer for a light, knit cardigan that draped over his shoulders, held closed by two buttons in the center. he looked effortlessly casual, stark next to your half-assed attempts at professional attire. everyday was a struggle to look twenty something, having had too many students call you “ma’am” when you handed them their graded papers back. somehow only byun euijoo, highly regarded literature professor, could wear jeans and a cardigan and still look like the most respected person in the room.
“oh, yeah. sorry,” you slipped your bag onto your shoulder, using the heaving motion to put some space between the two of you. it was rare that he lingered post-lecture, usually running off to another class or do whatever in his office from noon to dusk. you’d never seen office hours run an entire afternoon, but apparently that’s what happened when people cared about your opinion and actually wanted to meet with you; you just had to sit in your office for an entire day. no wonder he was sticking around today. “i’m just tired. i’m pretty sure my roommate is conducting unauthorized sleep studies on me for a project.”
like in a dream, he raised both eyebrows at your theory, lips pressing into a thin smile. you didn’t need to tell him all of that, but he seemed to appreciate the honesty. he nodded, “yeah, that,” he laughed, “that sounds less than ideal.”
“but it’s due soon,” you quickly added, “so i should be back in action later this week. up and at ‘em. ready to, you know, hand you the pen and stuff.” if there were ever a perfect time to stop talking, it would have been thirty-five seconds ago. it actually would have been several minutes ago, immediately following his simple and polite, “yes” or “no” question. there was no version of that conversation that ended with embarrassment. i’m just stressed, you should have said, thanks. because what graduate student wasn’t stressed?
professor byun nodded, the motion tousling his hair over his forehead. “well, good,” he feigned a serious, stern expression, “i need my pen.” you could’t help but smile, just a tad, as he was so damn charismatic. he pushed himself off the table in a swift, smooth motion and held his hand up, hesitating for a moment like he was going to clap you on the shoulder. a reassuring gesture, surely, but instead of following through, he flipped his arm over, checking his watch. he pushed his glasses up on his nose, scrunching it awkwardly. “let me know if i can do anything for you, okay? i mean it.”
“sure,” you gave him a small smile as he slipped through the gap between you and the whiteboard behind you. his cologne wafted over you in a swift gust, sweet and warm. “thank you, professor byun.”
he suddenly stopped in his path to the door, broad shoulders slumping. he reminded you, urged you, “i told you not to call me that. call me euijoo, please.”
euijoo. the name was sweet, like him. or at least the version of him you made up; the one that sipped his coffee at the boiling point in a graphic t-shirt every morning; the one that preferred cats despite wanting a dog, a big one with scary, human-like eyes; the one that practiced eye contact in the mirror while he brushed his teeth because no one was naturally that attentive. sure, you could call him that. you could call him by his name, informally, no problem. you were essentially equals; he was only a few years older than you, but it always felt kind of weird to refer to him as professor, especially since he wasn’t even your professor. you always erred on the side of caution, though, careful not to offend or insult him.
“oh, one more thing!” before you could confirm or deny his request, he spoke again, this time raking a hand down the side of his hair, smoothing it awkardly, “could you get those exams from last week graded?”
“sure thing,” no, i have a life, “I’ve already started them,” i havent touched them, “I’ll drop them off later during your office hours, if that’s okay?” im going to disappear and then youll never know that half your students dont know the difference between feminist and queer theory.
“yeah,” euijoo breathed, unsure. he adjusted his glasses again, glancing at his watch before nodding, “yeah, that should be fine. i’ll be in a meeting until 2, but you can stop by any time after that.”
almost too eagerly, you agreed, “you got it!”
and as euijoo left the lecture hall, you realized just how much shit you had to do. you wiped down the whiteboard, which euijoo never did before he ended class, simply content with leaving his little notes and concept headings scribbled for the next professor to deal with. but you had some respect for other people’s time. you logged him out of the room’s computer, turning off the projector in the process, and shut all the lights down before leaving the lecture hall yourself. the stack of fifty-something ungraded exams pulled you down, a weight on your shoulder and your mind.
“hi, professor byun. im having some problems understanding the material for the upcoming exam. what’s the main difference between derrida and barthes’ concepts of post structuralism?”
your sandwich remained neglected in its plastic container next to you, accompanied only by the fountain drink you’d treated yourself to. condensation trickled down the cup in steady rivulets and pooled around the base in a ring. when you picked it up to take a sip, water dribbled across your laptop's keyboard. you wiped it clean with your shirt sleeve as you finished reading the email from one of the students in the literary seminar. you asked, “what do i even say to this? read the textbook, review the slides, make it up? you can basically just make it up.”
“yeah, i dont know what the fuck any of that means,” yuma took an obnoxious bite of his lunch, doing absolutely nothing to console you in your stressed state, which, according to what you told euijoo, was completely his fault. he agreed to meet you for lunch, even offering to pay for your sandwich, under the condition that you would look over his lab report- the sleep study. “sounds like something i’d ask if i were really distracted during class and wanted some extra help.”
yuma punctuated his statement with a concerning number of eyebrow raises, his tongue poking out from a mischievous grin. you rolled your eyes, “funny.” you should have known better than to ask yuma any kind of serious question. you’d been friends with him long enough to know that he would explode if he missed the opportunity to turn a pressing situation into a punchline for a dirty joke. and you had lived with him long enough to know that his flirty personality worked very well for him. but you couldn’t entertain his shenanigans. not today. “what’s worse is i dont even think he covered that this week. is that even supposed to be on the exam?”
the campus dining hall was starting to get crowded, undergraduate students getting out of their noon classes and coming straight to fuel their brains. everything that wasnt fast food was grotesquely overpriced, so you were thankful for yuma’s wallet. you dreaded having to look over his paper, though, the title page mocking you atop the stack of exams you had yet to grade. it was as though it had eyes, staring right through you. the last thing you needed was to know what your body did while you were sleeping. that was, quite frankly, none of your business. in hindsight, it wasn’t yuma’s either. you hated the idea of him standing at the foot of your bed with a clipboard throughout the night, marking when you snored, taking your pulse with two clammy fingers, and shining his phone flashlight in your eyes. research is research.
“do you think he knows he’s hot?” yuma asked, pushing the last of his lunch around in the bottom of his cardboard to-go box. you had tried for many years to learn the way yuma’s brain worked, but it became clear very quickly that there would never be any way to predict what he would say next. he was genuinely curious, and, honestly, so were you. you thought back to that morning, the frantic apologies he muttered every time the computer buffered and took longer than anticipated to load whatever he was projecting onto the board. he was a little bit late, and none of the students even looked up from their phones when he walked through the door- only you did that.
“definitely not,” you closed your laptop, having sent a reply to the student’s email that just said, in typical, effortless byun euijoo fashion, please refer to the class notes. you shoved the device into your bag and scooted the stack of papers toward you. “hes got, like, clark kent vibes, and clark was famously not hot. it was his whole thing.”
only clark kent, much like euijoo, was hot; he was just awkward, hunching over and diminishing himself to blend in. you wondered if euijoo was doing that, too, if euijoo was hiding something, like a superpower. or a secret.
“you just have a thing for cardigans. a hot nerd in a cardigan is gonna do it for you every time,” yuma shrugged before reaching his hands across the table, gently taking your hand between his, “its sick. you need to talk to someone, seriously.” you pulled your hand away and swatted at him, narrowing your eyes. yuma put his hands up, palms out defensively, “i’m just saying, damn.”
“i can’t even joke with you right now, yuma,” you pressed your fingers to your temples, blocking him out in every possible way as you squeezed your eyes closed, “i have so much to do.”
yuma flipped through the corner of the stack of papers, as if he were counting all fifty of them. he raised his brows, whistling for effect, “yeah, dr. murata just makes me click the slides for him and grab his shit from the printer.”
like you, yuma was a teaching assistant, only his supervising faculty member for the psychology program’s introductory seminar was more experienced, less hands on with his mentoring. in some ways, you were grateful that euijoo was giving you some genuine experience with planning and grading rather than just leading discussions. yuma wasn’t getting any of that. in fact, it seemed as though your dynamic with euijoo was similar to yuma’s with dr. murata, only inverted. you constructed the lesson plans, graded the exams, took attendance, handed out supplemental lecture materials, recorded discussion participation, and answered all of the emails about the class, all while professor byun stood in all his professional glory behind the computer and clicked away. slide 1, slide 2, could you hand me that pen?
but, it was fine; you signed up for this, for running errands and buying him water from the vending machine and grabbing his shit from the printer. it would make you a better educator in the future, surely.
you had just flipped open yuma’s draft and began glancing over the introductory section when yuma reached back over the table and snatched it from the top of the stack. “don’t waste your time with this,” he sighed, giving you a pitiful look, “i wrote it, so its gotta be good. this,” yuma motioned to you, just in general, blinking rapidly, “this is bad.”
“well, thanks,” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing at him once, then twice, just to see if he would backtrack at all. as expected, he did not. instead, he shrugged his bag onto his shoulders, crumbling his napkin from lunch up in his fist and stuffing it into his pocket. yuma kissed his fingertips and cast the gesture toward you- a blessing.
“see you at home,” he shouted over his shoulder as he left the dining hall, as he left you with euijoo’s papers and euijoo’s emails and your uneaten sandwich and your very, very wet cup of soda.
it took you all of three hours to finish grading the stack of exams, complete with marginal feedback and brief comments on the essay questions at the end of each test. you were already exhausted, but the repetitive marking and circling and scribbling nice! next to every half-assed analysis sucked the rest of your energy out of you through a short straw. you had wanted to drop the stack off in euijoo’s office, just as he asked, and go straight home. maybe yuma would have started cooking something, and maybe he would have even saved you a plate knowing how miserable you were earlier. maybe. but none of that mattered when euijoo asked you, “did you bring the lesson plans for next unit?”
you stood, confused, in the middle of his office. you’d been in there a dozen times, always observant of which books were missing from his shelves, which books were strewn about on his desk and stuffed full of sticky notes and highlighter ink. you wondered how he could even see in the dim lighting, the only source the small table lamp on his desk. he was a collector of things, memories, like the stack of receipts he would use as bookmarks.
you furrowed your eyebrows, reaching into your bag aimlessly, “sorry, i don’t remember you asking for those yet.”
“hm, i must have forgot,” euijoo leaned back in his chair, one of those really nice, vintage leather ones. he crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his cardigan pulling taut against his forearms, riding up to reveal the delicate skin of his wrist. you thought about what yuma had said. you really did have a problem. he worked his lips into a fine line, thinking as he studied the obvious hesitance on your face. he sat up straight, clearing off a space on his desk in front of him, “you know what? don’t even worry about it.”
“are you sure?” you blinked back your surprise. the smile he gave you was laced with something, you were sure of it. euijoo shrugged it off, as if doing his work that he was paid to do was somehow a favor to you. it felt like it, though. it also felt like a test, like a trial you were supposed to overcome.
“positive,” he asserted, said as if there were no other obvious option, “you should go home and get some sleep, yeah?”
yeah, you should have done that. you should have agreed with a nod, turned heel, and went directly home. but there was something about him that kept pulling you in against all rationale, against all reasoning. you noticed that his eyes dragged a little too far down your face when you spoke, tracing your lips. sometimes his gaze kept going, falling down your neck and further. you chocked it up as being a product of yuma’s delusions; you were imagining things because yuma kept giving you things to imagine. he’s testing your boundaries, yuma had mentioned, its his way of seeing how far you’ll let him go. and in some ways, that made sense. euijoo just kept adding extra duties to your workload. how far would he take it? how far would you let him?
evidently, the limit did not exist. because you went straight from his office, where he looked you up and down and gave you the evening off, to the library, where you opened up a template and began constructing the lesson plans for next unit that he didnt ask you to do but pretty much wanted you to do. and you were nothing if not a people pleaser, an overachiever, and an ass kisser. and you were kissing his ass big time. you had curled up in the corner of the library for an additional two hours, racing the sunlight so as to not be traipsing around on campus after dark but to no avail. the streetlamps on the sidewalk corners stirred to life as soon as you collected the lesson plans from the library printer, peering in at you through the windows. they were taunting you, mocking your attempt to earn brownie points with euijoo. all for what? a letter of recommendation? was he even qualified to write those?
the walk back to his office was the same as before, just with slightly more dread involved and less daylight to reveal the jagged cracks and dips in the sidewalk. the staircase was just as humid. the hallway that housed the faculty offices was dim, too. the department professors and staff had already packed up and went home for the evening. like you should have. their doors were closed, little personalized signs and posters and corkboards adorning them. as you shuffled down the tight tunnel of a hall, you noticed that euijoo’s door was now closed, when earlier it had been propped wide open to reveal his somewhat messy but nonetheless impressively organized bookshelves and desk. the papers grew heavy in your hands, the ink no doubt smearing under the pads of your clammy fingers, as you stopped in front of his office door.
byun euijoo, the little black plaque stared back at you, assistant professor. and beneath it, scrawled on a notecard and taped haphazardly to the dark oak: please knock!
it was worth a try; if he wasn’t in, you’d simply bring everything with you to his class next week, or you’d try again tomorrow. embarrassment flooded your cheeks at the idea of knocking on a door to an empty room. you couldnt decide if you wanted him to be in there or not, if it would be less humiliating to present the lesson plans a few days later rather than a few hours. the latter screamed, hey, im desperate for your approval and i think youre weirdly hot! maybe not the second part, but certainly the first. perhaps he would find it endearing that you dedicated your entire thursday to doing his job for him. wait, was byun euijoo an asshole?
surely, not, right?
there was only one way to find out, to really know what boundaries he had silently set for your workload. there was only one way to know if he would appreciate your hard work or think you were a freak, or a loser, or just desperate. or some pathetic combination of all three, which was honestly the most likely option. regardless, you lifted your hand, tucking your thumb into your fist for maximum knocking efficiency. the plan was three solid raps, loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to disturb anyone who might still be lingering, but your knuckles never made it to the door, frozen in mid air and still balled up. you heard something on the other side. and you tried not to make a habit of eavesdropping, but sometimes the situation called for it.
this was one of those situations, and “eavesdropping” is a generous term, for what you were doing was not eavesdropping but merely standing on the other side of a closed door, acutely aware of your surroundings and attentive to every movement and sound around you, including the noises seeping from beneath euijoo’s office door: a hiss through closed teeth, an uneven rustling of cloth, the fervent but faint creaking of a desk chair- it sounded like he had knocked over a cup of fresh, hot coffee, the liquid searing into his skin.
“fuck,” he dragged, barely under his breath, voice low but not low enough. either the coffee was really hot, or you were hearing something you were never meant to, something private, something you had shamefully imagined a few times when your mind would wander while he lectured. you’d watched his slender fingers coil around the whiteboard markers, scrawling who-knows-what in unreadable handwriting, tendons flexing, wrist stiff. now, you could hear the slick, ceaseless movement of his hand, coiled around his cock instead.
your face grew hot, blood pumping from your racing heart. you hated the way your mouth watered, how your neck angled your head just enough to press your ear closer to the door. you were close enough to hear the stifled moans that lodged behind his lips, escaping only in sighs and grunts, as if he were clearing his throat. it could have sounded ordinary if not for the occasional hum or hiss, the kind only someone drunk on their own pleasure would let slip. you imagined him, head thrown back and resting on the leather of his chair, his throat working as he gulped down his whines and curses like a steady trickle of water. you imagined him, chest rising and rarely falling in the dim light of the room as his hand dragged the length of his cock in desperate strokes, until he couldnt take it anymore. his breathing grew faster, and your clammy hands grew weaker, and you should have known this would happen to you.
you should have known the paper on the bottom of the stack of lesson plans you were holding would slip right out of your hands and sweep, incriminatingly, through the inch of space between the vintage flooring and the door to his office, which was closed for a reason. there was no denying yourself, now. so, you knocked, rapidly and perhaps too eagerly to compensate for the cold sweep of dread that mixed with the hot pool of shame in your gut, like the start of a summer storm. shit, shit, shit, the voice in your head chanted while every part of your body burned, trembling as you heard him scramble on the other side of the door.
there was a stillness followed by a choked, startled noise. he cleared his throat, for real this time, and shouted, “coming! er- i mean. one second!” there was a breathless quality to his voice that, unfortunately for you, made your thighs clench and your face heat up. you should have just turned and left, and you probably would have if not for the incriminating paper on the other side of the door. he would have known that you were there, and leaving would only be more suspicious. at least now you could defend yourself. no, professor byun. i wasn’t eavesdropping on you beating your shit crazy style. i would never, ever, ever even consider doing that. but as you heard the buckling of a belt, the shifting of his chair, and the deep, recovering sigh, it was nearly explicit what you had been doing.
the door swung open, the gust rustling the paper on the floor behind him and blowing loose pieces of his hair, no longer carefully arranged to look naturally messy but genuinely messy. he had abandoned his cardigan, leaving only a faintly wrinkled white tee clinging to his shoulders. his face and neck were flushed dark pink, veins pulsing on the side of his throat. euijoo gulped when he saw you standing there, clutching the paper close to your chest. you knew you looked guilty; you could tell by the way his ears stayed red as he asked you, “what… what are you doing here?”
“lesson plans,” you held them out, arms straight, “i went ahead and did them and, uh, thought i’d drop them off.”
“oh,” euijoo wiped his hands on the front of his pants, quickly and inconspicuously, before taking the stack from you and holding them comfortably in one hand, “i thought i said i would do them, hm?” euijoo feathered through the papers, looking over them, inspecting them.
no, you wanted to say, you said ‘dont worry about it,’ meaning i’d be doing them next week anyway. but instead, you feigned an innocent confusion, quirking an eyebrow all the way to the ceiling, “did you? i guess i misheard you. plus, i had the time! it was no trouble at all.” your smile was sweet, convincing.
but euijoo’s wasn’t either of those things. in fact, it was barely a smile, bordering on a smirk, one that said he knew everything. he held your gaze for a beat too long, maybe to gauge you, to see if you were really standing there long enough to hear or know anything. but he knew you weren’t stupid. his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth before darting across his bottom lip, still bitten and glistening form having it tucked between his teeth while he-
“well, then, uh,” he sucked his teeth, still breathless, raising the stack of papers and meeting your eyes one final time, “thanks. i appreciate it.”
“how horny do you have to be to jack off in an office?”
yuma had completely ignored everything else you told him, including that the last three weeks had been absolute hell for you. after your encounter, euijoo piled the tasks on without remorse. suddenly, there were more papers, midterm tests turned into midterm papers, and more quizzes were being given in class, seemingly for the sole purpose that you would need to grade them. and euijoo grew cold, toward everyone but especially you. it was as though all of his charm had sloughed off overnight, like he had molted and evolved into some brooding asshole with a pen behind his ear.
“that’s what stuck? not the unbearable stress i’m under? or my misery?” you prodded his side on the couch, the show he was watching dissolving into static background noise at the sudden dump of gossip you provided, “yuma, think about my misery.”
“you’ve been in misery this whole time,” yuma rolled his eyes, muttering, “only difference is that it’s at least interesting now.”
“interesting for you,” you covered your face with your hands, sighing deeply. “horrible for me. he won’t even look at me, and i didn’t even do anything.”
the class was the definition of tense following the incident. your lesson plans were thorough, yes, but they were not nearly as packed with papers and assignments and groupwork as euijoo was enacting. you felt bad for the students, mostly, that your eager-to-please nature had tripled their final courseload. but then you felt bad for euijoo, and yuma scolded you for that. he said, “he’s a grown man. frankly, he needs to just get over it.” but you knew what it felt like to be embarrassed. granted, you dealt with it a little differently, with a conversation or just ignoring it completely. euijoo was confronting you with his embarrassment every single day, sliding stacks of ungraded papers across your table toward you at the end of class and leaving without a word. you’d been grading them at home and just bringing them to class to avoid another encounter in his office. even during office hours, you felt like it would only bring up ill feelings. or other feelings.
“here’s what i think,” yuma stood up from the couch beside you, ignoring your displeased grunt as you slumped over into the warmth of his empty cushion. he clapped his hands together in a righteous, all-knowing fashion, as if he had stepped into the shoes of a scholar. one who studies unfortunate tension between awkward individuals and inappropriate work relationships. he announced, “i think professor big-dick has the hots for his TA, and i mean you if thats not clear. and i think he has poor emotional processing skills and a very high sex drive. and no, that’s not a headcanon or personal fantasy- just the truth. and i think the combination of all of those things has left him very confused and, if i might assign vulnerability to a male figure of authority, scared.”
you knew yuma had a wild imagination, but this was beyond your expectations for whatever he was about to tell you. the inside of your mouth was bone dry from how long you jaw had been flat on the floor. you couldn’t believe what he was implying. yet, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt like you knew there was some truth to it. “no,” you shook your head, rubbing your eyes, “don’t suggest it’s my fault somehow that he’s fucking my entire life over.”
“not your fault, babe,” yuma flicked his hair from his face with his fingertips, “you’re hot and smart. and now he knows you’re a sick little voyeur-”
“yuma!” you threw a pillow at him, and he didnt even budge when it smacked into his chest, still standing in an overconfident pose, “you would’ve done the same thing!”
“yeah,” he shrugged, “only he wasn’t thinking about me, idiot. i’d just be a creep.”
you couldnt help but feel as though you’d crossed a line somehow, albeit accidentally. but crossed nonetheless. it seemed as though you’d never be able to go back to the lighthearted, supportive, non-complicated relationship you’d had with euijoo only three weeks prior. he’d checked in on you then, at least, begged for informalities. now, he expected your complete surrender to his every wish without a second thought for your own studies beyond your duties as his assistant. you had papers to write rather than grade. you had your own exams to study for, but you were too focused on making study guides for the final exam in euijoo’s class to even worry about how much of your own degree was being swept under the rug.
so, you kept what yuma said in the back of your mind: confused and scared.
the next time you saw him, it was a tuesday. there were only a few classes left until finals week. and until your mentorship with euijoo would expire, hopefully with a letter of recommendation to show for it. if you were lucky, you’d remain amicable and disregard all the unnecessary tension he’d created and you’d tried desperately to dissolve. it wasn’t explicitly sexual, but yuma was so sure that you began to suspect it, too.
euijoo was still charming, you’d noticed, even when he was clearly stressed out. there was something extra alluring about the throbbing vein in his neck, the way his glasses slid down his nose as he buried his face in his computer at the front podium. this class period was a dedicated work day for the students to finalize their presentation scripts and slides, so you and euijoo were basically useless, lingering silently mere feet from each other for three hours. his shoulders hunched over as he typed away, the faint click of his keyboard breaking through the soft chatter of the class. it was all you could hear, the mechanical tapping only muted by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.
and when the class was over, you weren’t as prompt leaving as you had been for the last month. usually, you had your laptop stuffed into your bag before the first student left the room, ready to bolt. but today, you stuck around a moment too long, and euijoo was already standing next to you when you closed your laptop. you could feel his eyes on the top of your head, tracing the side of your face. you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t stutter in your chest. instead of looking up at him, instead of meeting his eyes in this perfectly planned display of power, you stood up from your chair and met his gaze that way. he was taller than you, so you weren’t eye-level with him, but it felt like enough to tilt your chin up and roll your shoulders back. euijoo tilted his head at your boldness, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek, like he was neutralizing a smirk. you narrowed your eyes into his, fighting the pull to get completely lost in them. his glasses made you think of an aquarium, his eyes swirling like tepid water. there was a part of you that wanted to tap on the glass, like a kid, if only to see if he would flinch like a fish or push back, like a wave.
you got your answer. euijoo broke eye contact with you to reach into his bag and pull out a stack of papers. he gently placed them on the table between you and, with four fingers flat on the top, slid the stack as close to you as he could, closing the distance between you with one confident stride. you softly gasped, and you hoped he didnt hear.
“thursday,” euijoo said as he leaned down, just enough to make sure you could hear him. his breath tickled the cusp of your ear and, then, he left, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. you stood there, frozen. there was an unfamiliar feeling in your chest, one that tasted like lust but hit like anger.
your feet were moving before you could think about what to do next, dragging you out of the empty seminar room, down the hall, and into the faculty office corridor. you scanned the names on the doors like you didnt know exactly where you were going. and when you got there, he was peacefully sat at his desk, book spread open before him and a pen in hand. you marched right through his door, propped open with a rubber wedge, which you swiftly kicked out of the way to let the door close behind you.
as you charged into the room, euijoo dog-eared his page, sighing like you had inconvenienced him, “i have a meeting in-”
“no, you fucking don’t,” you countered, punctuating your statement with the stack of papers, slamming the stack on the corner of his desk unoccupied by whatever hipster shit he decided to display that week, “and i’d know because i’d have to put it in your google calendar.”
“you’re upset,” euijoo raised his eyebrows as he observed your behavior, like a scientist and his test subject. it felt like he was studying you, even now, and, honestly, you were kind of sick of being the center of so many experiments without your permission.
“yeah,” you smiled, half in disbelief and half just to keep yourself together, “yeah, i’m upset.”
“would you like a break this week?” he asked, like it was the most obvious question in the world. he closed his book, tucking it away somewhere off to the side of his desk. “it’s almost finals, so i understand if you don’t feel like working.”
“that-” you stopped, taking a deep breath. if byun euijoo had one thing, it was the nerve. it was the confidence to say whatever he wanted without repercussion. you wondered, between flashes of red, how long he had been like this and you had been too naive, too distracted by his cute-ass cardigans and fluffy hair to notice just how much of a dickhead he was. you thought back to The Day, before you stumbled into the most awkward situation of your life, even before you got lunch with yuma. you thought back to the class, when he had asked you if you were alright. he couldn’t even reach one foot in front of him to grab a pen from the table, only asking you if you were alright because you failed to obey him immediately. was that all you were good for? “that is so gracious of you, euijoo, really. because i’ve been working so, so much for the last month. i’d even go so far to say ive been doing nothing but working. wouldnt you?”
“you’ve been very helpful, if that’s what you mean,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “but i can see how i might have… overloaded you.”
“yeah, if by ‘overloaded’ you mean i’ve been doing your fucking job for you,” your voice was coming out harsher by the second, but there was no guarantee you’d be able to get this off your chest again with the way he’d been avoiding you.
“i wouldn’t say that.”
“i would,” you bit back, “im grading all the papers, making the lesson plans, answering all your fucking emails.” you reached a shaking hand out to count your tasks on bent fingers. “i’m putting tests together, scheduling your meetings, compiling study guides. i’m pulling all nighters so often, i don’t even know what day it is until i look at your emails and see students asking about ‘class tomorrow.’ none of this is going to fucking matter if i fail out of all my classes because you cant spare an hour to grade your own shitty assignments. i’m doing everything, and what are you doing besides jacking off in your office like a pervert?”
the silence was thick. you swore you could taste it settling flat on your tongue, tangy with remorse but just barely. it was sweet more than anything and heavy like honey. your chest felt lighter despite how hard it was to breathe, your lungs manually inflating, compressing, inflating- all as shallow as you felt throwing that at him. you weren’t normally this way, and he could see that. you saw him realize that, his eyes darkening as he visibly gulped back anything he thought about saying in response. instead, euijoo, prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, eyes half-lidded and jaw clenched. he kept his posture disengaged, his arms crossed firmly over his chest, although his fist clenched tighter under his bicep. he directed, finally doing one part of his job, “i think you should watch how you talk to me.”
“i think you should watch how you look at me.”
euijoo breathed a laugh, dumbfounded. he shook his head, like you had just told him something he knew was so far-fetched it could not possibly be true. like you’d said kermit was the hottest muppet; that’s how he laughed, like he knew it was really gonzo. he moved to stand up, extending his hand to the door behind you, “you should leave. i’m incredibly busy with things you dont know about, if you can believe it.”
“i’m sure you are now, considering i just returned every last one of your ungraded assignments,” you were the one to cross your arms now, standing firm in your place. you nodded vaguely toward the tower of stapled papers on the corner of the desk, “most of these aren’t even for the intro seminar. i can check credit or no credit for a multiple choice quiz, but i dont know how to grade your shakespearean analyses or your goddamn poetry explications. i mean, i could figure it out, but-”
“want me to show you?”
you nearly laughed, thinking euijoo was mocking your ignorance, until you met his eyes, dark and narrowed. he held your gaze as he sat back in his chair, aligning his posture with the leather backing and firmly planting his feet, an inverse of the relaxed stature he sported when you came crashing in. he was completely serious about showing you how to do everything you mentioned, this you knew, but you weren’t stupid. there was an undertone, a silky venom under that first word- want. did you want him to show you? did you want him? the line had already been crossed. the two of you knew this and had known it for weeks, and, instead of calling it quits, you dragged it out. and now you had to decide; did you want euijoo to show you?
you could basically feel yuma’s spirit in the room with you, grabby hands pushing you forward and snickering like a teenage girl, as you took two cautious steps around the corner of the desk. you had been closer to him before, like half an hour ago when he handed you the mismatched stack of papers and ghosted his breath on the shell of your ear, when he let his chest graze your shoulder. but it felt murky, now, as you stood next to him, arms still crossed as he fished a few poetry papers from the stack. he thumbed through them, looking for the perfect example, and, when he found it, he glanced briefly at you over his shoulder.
“alright, so,” euijoo’s hands firmly pinched the edges of the paper, “you know poetry is all about choices. diction, imagery, meter, line breaks- the works; an explication magnifies those choices in the context of the poem, yeah? it makes the implicit explicit.”
you nodded, but you were not listening. you were entirely focused on the flex of his fingers as he spoke, the curve of his wrist and the soft skin that disappeared under the sleeve of his blazer. you watched the tip of his nose move with his lips, the silver frame of his glasses glinting against the dim light of the lamp in the corner. implicit, explicit- it felt more pertinent to your situation than you’d cared to admit.
“are you listening?” euijoo asked, not bothering to turn to look at you this time, “i asked if you’ve read this poem before.”
“oh, uh,” you cleared your throat, “no, sorry. i dont read a lot of poetry.”
“that’s too bad,” euijoo sighed, swiveling around to angle his body toward you. it was all too much, really, the confrontation followed by the accusations and now the lesson? on a poem you’d never read for a class you didn’t plan on taking to grade a paper that wasn’t your responsibility. and he was sitting there, thighs spread enough to make him look even broader than he was, thighs carved under brown slacks. “would you like to read it?”
“hm?” you eyed him, cautiously, eyebrows raised as if you still didnt hear him. you mouthed, oh, and reached out your hand, waiting for him to give you the poem. how else would you read it? but instead, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, gently, moving in short, calculated motions. euijoo tugged your wrist toward him, a subtle gesture as though he were waiting for you to move on your own accord. this was the line, you realized, everything else was just poor timing and yuma’s imagination feeding your delusions. regardless of the ethics, the mental gymnastics you would need to do later to justify it all, you let your body succumb to his gravity. you followed the lead of his hand as he guided you to him, onto his lap, onto one thigh. you couldnt bite back your gasp as you settled onto his leg. yours were awkwardly situated off to the side, but you couldn’t care, not with the full heat of euijoos body pressed flat behind you. you could feel the muscles of his thigh, flexing under the swell of your ass. his hand had abandoned your wrist and settled instead on the sensitive skin on the back of your arms, his fingertips grazed the curve of your waist with every intoxicating drag of his knuckles to your elbows. it was exactly like striking steel on stone only slowly, tenderly as if it were a matter of intent. the fire would start, eventually.
he leaned back in his seat, relaxing in a way that made your rigid stance all the more noticeable, as conspicuous as the goosebumps prickling every visible part of your body. euijoo breathed deep. “go on,” he said, “read it aloud if you want.”
you reached forward with obvious, shaking hands and scooted the paper toward you, stapled in the corner and heavy on only that side. you didn’t read aloud, afraid of what your voice would do if you even tried to speak in your current situation, but you felt euijoo’s eyes on you as you read. the writing was gorgeous, a tightly quilted cacophony of jarring but vivid images. you didn’t fully understand it, but that was the point. it drew your face into a point, one euijoo mirrored as he followed your eyes on the page, reading it alongside you. “beautiful,” he murmured, slipping his foot between yours and maneuvering your legs open, until you were straddling his thigh. and as you steadied your palms on the edge of his desk, adjusting to your new, sinful position, euijoo said, “now, in an explication, it’s all about making connections. consider the poem’s speaker, its meaning,” he slipped his fingertips under the hem of your shirt, grazing your waist with cold, nimble fingers, calloused from turning the page, from holding the pen, from gripping the leash of the dog you made up in your head. this was real, though, and you leaned back into his touch more than you should have, desperate for some kind of contact beyond his knuckles on your arm and, now, the press of his leg into your pulsing core. he walked his hands up your sides, stopping right under your ribs. his thumbs seared their own paths along your spine, pressing deliciously into your delicate skin. “remember what i said earlier about choices? an explication connects a poem’s meaning to things like meter and enjambment, or it considers the perspective of the poem’s speaker and the poet’s diction, imagery, rhythm.”
euijoo’s hands slid to your hips, squeezing tentatively before pushing you down on the peak of his thigh. the sudden pressure, the final flick of steel on flint, pulled a moan from your throat that should have made you feel embarrassed but didn’t, not with euijoo guiding your hips back and forth over him, flexing his thigh deliciously under your clothed, aching core. he dragged you in short, slow motions, letting you work with him, letting you roll your hips over the taut muscles. you could hear his breathing grow uneven with every push and pull, every surrender to the urges he’d fought back the entire semester with you. you could feel him holding back, dipping his fingertips just beneath the waist of your pants and pressing into your flesh. you angled your hips back, just barely, and euijoo jolted under you as your ass brushed the evident, growing bulge in his slacks, his sudden movement eliciting another sound from you. and as the two of you groaned, together, you realized how easily someone could walk by the closed door, how someone could knock, or rather how they could not.
and you realized how concerning it was that you didn’t really care. not at that moment, as euijoo sat up straight behind you, pulling your back flat against his heaving chest. you felt his heartbeat between your shoulderblades. he ground you down onto his leg once again, forcing sparks against your throbbing clit, even through the layers of clothing. you felt euijoo move your hair away from your neck and press a soft kiss to the back of your neck. wet, open-mouthed, and his tongue lingered at the tail-end, dragging a warm stripe up to your ear. “do you understand, now?” his lips grazed the shell of your ear.
you hummed, almost drunk on him. but not drunk enough. “do you?” you smirked, rolling your hips against him once again, reveling in the friction as long as he would allow it, “i could have googled that.”
one hand abandoned your waist and came up to your chin, holding your jaw. euijoo turned your face, gently, to look at him. his eyes glinted, dark, behind his glasses. his hand was so big, obvious against the curve of your cheek. he scanned your eyes for any sign of remorse, any inkling of regret, or fear, and found nothing but fire. pure heat. he licked his lips, “then why didnt you, hm? had to come in here and make a scene instead.” you placed your hand on his, just long enough to lift and slip his thumb between your lips, humming around his digit as he pushed it further inside. his own mouth fell open as you smoothed your tongue over the pad of his finger, urging him deeper until your lips were sealed up to his knuckle. euijoo groaned softly, pressing down on your tongue as you continued to rock your hips against him. “fuck,” he dragged, “you wanted this, too, hm? didnt you, doll?” euijoo watched as you hollowed your cheeks, his own tongue poking from the side of his mouth. “so desperate, grinding on me. go on and get yourself off on my thigh, pretty girl. you can do it.” he snaked his free hand from your hip around to your stomach, fingers still looped under your pants, teasing, “been feeling your needy cunt on me this whole time. you can make yourself come, can’t you, darling?”
you whimpered around his thumb, rutting against his leg. you steadied yourself with one hand on the desk and wrapped the other around his wrist, keeping his fingers close to your mouth. your body was so, so close, your core burning white hot. but it wasnt enough. too many layers, too little friction without him pushing you down or flexing his thigh. you wanted more; you needed more.you needed him- his fingers, his mouth, his cock. you shook your head.
“no?” euijoo furrowed his brows, tilting his head in a pout, “first, you can’t do something as simple as read a poem, grade a paper. and now you cant make yourself come? do you need my help with that, too, baby? want me to show you how?”
you nodded, eagerly and without hesitation, but euijoo slid his thumb from your lips, smearing your spit over them like gloss, dragging it up your burning cheek. he cradled your head in his hand, tilting your head to look into his eyes, dark and round, amplified behind glass. he whispered, “i need you to say it for me, beautiful.”
“yes, euijoo,” your voice was low, quiet enough for him to hear and no one else, since you were painfully aware of how easily sound traveled through closed doors, “i want you.”
it was true. you did have a thing for hot nerds in cardigans. and it was sick how you were willing to do anything he asked you. more than willing. in any other universe, the two of you would have crossed paths at the supermarket, where you’d have given him a terrible pasta recipe you’d made up on the spot to impress him, or at a bar, where maybe he’d have bought you a drink and his phone number. instead, your current paths were horribly complicated but crossing nonetheless, intertwining like two steel, barbed wires. like a chainlink fence.
euijoo leaned in first, connecting your lips softer than you’d anticipated, like he was savoring you. in all honesty, you didn’t expect him to kiss you at all, but his lips were plush, warm, and they nestled between yours almost perfectly. he tasted as sweet as he smelled, moved as gentle as he looked. you melted into him, sighing against his lips, moving so meticulously against your own. he moved his hands to your ass, pulling you closer until you were straddling him. this taste of control made your head spin. you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue past his lips. he hummed into the kiss, squeezing the flesh of your ass and pulling you down against him, just enough to grind up into you. you were both whining, groaning messes against one another, the kiss growing desperate with every grind of your hips, teeth grazing and noses clashing.
“euijoo,” you mumbled, “touch me.”
“hmm,” he disconnected your lips, pulling back only far enough to scan your face, “might need to google it first.”
oh, and he was cheeky, too. great. you were taken aback by the unexpected humor but satisfied with the way he matched your wit. you let a smile bleed through the cool exterior you were trying desperately to maintain, “go ahead. i bet you can figure it out, though,” you smirked, testing the waters, “you touch yourself just fine.”
euijoo let his head hang forward, breathing a laugh. “fair,” he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose, “you’re good.”
“mhm,” you shifted in his lap, “i’m also- what all did you say? desperate, needy?” you leaned back down into him, pulling the collar of his coat away from his neck. you dusted a featherlight kiss right on his pulse, feeling it spike beneath your lips. he sucked in a quick breath, a gasp, and slid his hands over your thighs, squeezing the bulk of them before inching his fingers closer to the button of your pants.
“gotta get these off, yeah?” euijoo breathed as you continued to work kisses up his neck, his jaw, and back to his mouth. before you could connect your lips to his, as you hovered impatiently over him, he pulled his face away, just an inch or two. he watched you fall forward, chasing him. a smirk tugged at his mouth as he whispered, “i want you on my desk.”
you’d barely stepped out of your pants when euijoo hoisted you up, settling you on the edge of the wooden table but only after swiping his books and pens and trinkets out of the way. the pens rolled, a metallic rumbling punctuated by several clinking thuds as they teetered off the edge, and the books remained in tall stacks. the corners prodded your side, but it was a shadow of a sensation the moment euijoo sank to his knees and latched his mouth onto your inner thigh, fingers splayed on the plush flesh, pushing them wider.
the idea used to make your thighs clench, the fleeting and hazy daydream of euijoo between your legs. it had felt intrusive before, like you’d needed something to get through the endless hours of his boring lectures and he was the closest object for your strange affection. and now that it was real, now that you could feel his breath fanning over the damp patch in your underwear, it was still hazy, like you had overindulged, like you had been greedy and you still wanted more.
euijoo looped his fingers around the waist of your underwear, watching as the soaked fabric lifted away from your pussy, only to be quickly replaced with the flat of his tongue. he groaned, lapping up the arousal you’d worked so hard for, remnants of a distant and futile orgasm. his sharp tongue slipped through your folds, prodding at your clit with every slow, upward drag. the pace pulled a sigh from your chest, but every torturous flick of his tongue manifested in a stifled mewl. he was calculated, memorizing your reactions to pressures and patterns, but each movement was so agonizingly slow. you could hardly stand it. you rolled your hips to meet his rhythm, to maybe gain a fraction of speed, but it only made him lag behind his already languid pace.
“please,” you gripped at the edge of the desk to hold yourself back from grabbing his hair and riding his face the way you’d imagined a hundred times, “more, euijoo.”
part of you craved the slow, deliberate pleasure, wanted to savor the dreamy caress of his fingers dragging lightly down the outside of your thighs; another part of you recognized the risk of it all, the thin walls and thinner doors, the effort to swallow the sounds he was pulling from you almost distracting from the feeling itself.
“more?” euijoo grazed your clit with his teeth, smirking against you as your hips jerked involuntarily. he circled your dripping entrance with his fingertip, relishing in the way your body curled toward him as he pushed it inside, slow and even, long and slender. the stretch was subtle at first, and inward, his fingertip grazing the depths of you. you gasped, softly, as he pumped once, twice, and then you gasped, a little less softly, as he reattached his lips to your clit, working every part of your cunt with a fixed precision. euijoo peered up at you, his glasses crooked on his nose as his tongue flicked swift swipes over your aching bud, pleasure burning low in your core.
he added another finger, slipping it in smoothly with the first and curling them at a devastating angle. your moans were stifled, barely more than breath, but they were there, and so were euijoo’s. he hummed against your cunt, lips engulfing your clit to send the vibrations straight through you. he pressed your hips down with his other palm, keeping you still for him as your release crept closer and closer, winding tightly in your core and threatening to snap at any moment. you attempted to roll your hips to amplify the movements of his fingers, chasing your high, but he didn’t stop you this time. instead, he loosened his grip, digging his fingers into your hip but not preventing you from moving, and pressed his tongue flat against you. “take it, baby,” he mumbled, “take what you need.”
and you did, threading your hand in his hair and grinding helplessly on his face as euijoo pumped his fingers relentlessly into you, plucking the taut string until it snapped. your orgasm washed over you, silently and all at once, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. he stilled his tongue against you, feeling the pulse of your heat and catching your release as it leaked around his digits. “that’s it. come all over my fingers, pretty girl.” he slid his fingers out of you before watching them disappear in your sensitive cunt one final time. he brought them to his lips, slurping your juices from his skin, his own lips glistening with a combination of your wetness and his own drool. he was intoxicating- a vision. he squeezed your thigh one final time, whispering, “you’re even sweeter than i imagined.”
imagined. the word made you come back down, your core still pulsing but craving more. you reached out for him, pulling him up to meet your lips in a frenzied, hungry kiss. you let your tongue slip into him immediately, savoring your own flavor on his tongue. he groaned into you, pressing his hips flush to yours; his dick was straining against the front of his pants, twitching against your bare core as your tongues melted against each other. you pulled away first, just enough to ask, “and what else did you imagine?”
euijoo breathed a laugh, casting his eyes away from you like he was embarrassed, scanning the shelves on the wall behind you. his tongue darted out before he slipped his bottom lip between his teeth. he slipped his hands beneath your shirt again, dragging his fingertips up your sides, “i imagined your mouth on my cock,” he said as his gaze fell on your lips, like he were imagining it then, too. he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your jaw, working his way down your neck, “i imagined your throat, bruised and sore after i’ve fucked it raw.”
you couldnt help the way you moaned as euijoo nipped at your skin, soothing the tender area with his tongue. every part of your body was on fire. you slid your hands to the front of his pants, innocently looping your fingers through his belt loops. “and that day, when you thought you were alone,” you pulled the tent of his cock closer, brushing it against your sensitive core, and you felt him moan against your neck, “what did you imagine, then?”
“bending you over my desk,” euijoo hissed into your ear, answering like it was obvious, before smoothing his tongue over the shell of it, “and stuffing you full of my cum.” he pushed his hips closer, grinding up into you in a slow and controlled movement, and growled, lowly, “over and over and over.”
before you could even think, you were shoving his blazer off his shoulders and running your palms over the broad slopes of hidden muscle. beneath, he was clad only in a button up with the sleeves rolled a precise three times to his forearms. he watched you unbutton the top two plastic discs sewn to his shirt and stop, satisfied with the slight reveal of flushed skin. the only thing you had it worse for than a hot nerd in a cardigan was a hot nerd in a slutty little button up. “you have a vivid imagination, euijoo,” you whispered, bringing your hands back down to his belt and toying with the worn metal fixtures, “lots of time to daydream when you have someone else doing your work for you, hm?”
euijoo rolled his eyes, mirroring your smirk as you worked at his belt. he pushed your hands out of the way and swiftly unbuckled the leather strap, unbuttoning his slacks but hesitating to push them down. instead, he scanned your face again, this time really looking at you. he studied the creases of your eyes, the arch of your brow, the plush curve of your lips, red and swollen from being lodged between your teeth to smother your moans. you tilted your head, curious, having never been able to read him in any situation but especially this one. you felt exposed under his gaze, and not only because you were, still nude from the waist down, but because he was too silent. it was like you tripped a wire. he chewed the inside of his cheek, his hand falling to caress the outside of your bare thigh once again. the goosebumps rose as he whispered, “can i admit something?”
“no,” you whispered back, dragging your fingers down his clothed chest, gently passing over the toned slopes of his stomach until you reached the zipper of his slacks. you caught the metal tab between your fingers and pulled it, slowly, over the grinding metal teeth until there was enough space to slip your hand in and press your palm against him, “tell me after you’ve fucked me.”
euijoo choked back a groan, lowering his head to your shoulder as his hips bucked into your hand. his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, sharp pecks along your collarbones growing more intense with every squeeze of your hand, every jolt of pressure. “fuck,” euijoo cursed against your neck, his breathing erratic, like he could have came from this alone, “deal.” he pushed his slacks down enough for his cock to spring free, the tip red and impatient, flushed and frustrated just like his face. and just as pretty. as was the case with any daydream, any fantasy, you’d imagined he would be huge, inhumanly girthy, but the reality was not disappointing; he was average in bulk but long and slightly curved. your mouth watered as your fingers wrapped around him instinctively. your mouth felt suddenly hollow, throat aching to be, what was it, bruised and sore? but, frankly, so was your pussy, dripping with greed all over his desk in a way that should have embarrassed you but only turned you on more. he squeezed his eyes shut as you stroked him, agonizingly slow, feeling the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. he held your hand still as a silent plea before pulling you off him completely, holding both of your hands in his as he urged you off the desk.
a gentleman, at last.
but as soon as you were standing on two feet, he spun you around with a steady hand on your hip and bent you, directly at the waist, over his desk. you gasped at the contrast, soft palms with calloused fingers pushing the small of your back until your stomach was level with the wooden surface. it was all very confusing, the way you had to bite back a moan at the force and, then, a smile as he reached around you, opening a book from the top of its stack and placing it below your face. a cushion of sorts, which you happily nestled your cheek against, the pages loved and soft.
and then you felt it- the heavy tip of his cock as euijoo pushed himself over your entrance and through your folds in slow, maddening strokes, coating himself in you and driving you up the wall in one go. he bumped your clit with every drag, hands kneading the plush of your ass as you arched into him. “still so fucking wet,” he mumbled, hissing as he made another long drag through your leaking cunt, “i’m gonna fuck you now, baby. let me know if its too much and i’ll stop, yeah? say it for me.”
“y-yes,” you breathed, the air rustling the raw edge of the page beneath your cheek. euijoo squeezed your hip, thumb pressing into your flesh as he breached your entrance at an agonizing pace, stretching and searing. your jaw went slack, hanging open with a silent cry as he slid, inch by inch, deeper inside of you, until you were sure there was no more left. and then he kept going. you reached for anything to hold onto as he split you directly in two, “fuck, yes. fuck- euijoo-”
“that’s it, baby,” he stroked the curve of your back as he bottomed out inside of you, “not so bad, was it? pretty pussy sucked me right in.” and you felt every inch of him, kissing your walls and sparking your nerves with that familiar stone-fueled fire. euijoo ground his hips against your ass, as if he could possibly go any deeper, and whined, soft and high, yet another contrast to the firm press of his hand on your hip. experimentally, you copied his movement, rolling your hips slightly, pulling forward and pushing back onto him in one short, slow stroke.
“so fucking impatient,” euijoo mumbled, sliding out of you almost entirely, leaving you empty for only a second before pushing back in, watching himself disappear between your folds, “so fucking eager.” you sank your teeth into your fist to muffle your moans, the scrape of his cock along your insides begging you to break, coaxing the most pathetic sounds out of you. and they only got worse as he snapped his hips faster, driving his cock into you in short, rapid thrusts.
“squeezing the hell out of me, doll,” he grunted, “so fucking tight, so perfect.” you clenched around him at the praise, wishing the circumstances were different and that you could hear him, really hear him. the soft grunts and gentle whines were only a fraction of what he could really give you. he was spearing into you, fingers walking up your spine and smoothing over your skin with featherlight touches. his pace was becoming relentless, as fast as he could go without the obscene sound of skin-on-skin permeating the room, but it was the firm pressure of his fingertips circling your clit that made tears prick your eyes. “feel good, baby?” he mocked you with a honey-sweet voice, “crying all over the page, smearing my ink?”
you felt the wetness roll out of the corners of your eyes and trickle into a puddle under your cheek. he didn’t even mention the drool that had accumulated from the side of your lips, fucked dumb on his desk, lurching toward his hips with every thrust to get yourself closer. “so fucking good,” you whispered, clawing at the edges of the desk to give yourself leverage, “please don’t stop, euijoo. gonna come for you.”
“come all over my cock, pretty girl,” he mumbled, pressing on your back and rubbing intense circles around your throbbing clit. his thrusts were growing sloppy, and you knew he was close, too, ready for your orgasm to milk him dry. you arched your back just right, feeling his tip swipe that perfect spot in your core over and over, like a cellist plucking the lowest note, the thickest string. you felt your second orgasm rain over you, the wire finally snapping and sending a wave tremors through your body, your legs trembling below you, jaw slack with a silent cry lodged in your throat. euijoo buried himself to the hilt inside of you, letting your fluttering pussy work his own release out of him, the warmth spreading low into your stomach. he pumped himself into you once, then twice, forcing his cum deeper into you, groaning quietly and kneading the curve of your ass. he breathed, “holy shit,” and unsheathed his softening dick from your aching cunt, leaving you empty and cold as his seed leaked down your thighs.
all you could do was lay there, just for a few minutes, catching your breath as he grabbed tissues from his desk drawer and tenderly scooped the trails of cum from your skin. he tossed the tissues into the trash and rested his hand, delicately, on the back of your head, petting your hair. you hummed, pleased with the contact, a sincere gesture. euijoo cleared his throat, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears, “i’m going to tell you this now because i feel like you’re too tired to be pissed at me.”
you felt your breath catch in your throat as he admitted, “half of those assignments i gave you weren’t even real; the papers just smelled like you when you brought them back to me.”
from the corner of your eye, you saw the stack of papers that brought you in here in the first place, stapled neatly on every corner and wrinkled on the edges from how tightly you clutched them to your chest as you stormed into his office. you thought about the hours wasted grading, the excess of tasks, the nights slipping away while you were stressed out of your mind. you sighed, still spent, “fuck you, euijoo.”
premise: all good things come in threes. the holy trinity. third time's the charm. peter, paul, and mary. your three roommates willing to help you experience how REAL, pleasurable sex feels like.
notes: fem!reader, roommate au, multiple partners, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap ut b4 u tap it plz), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, reader has prior shitty sexual experience
a/n: inspired by this post i made some months back. i started this in hopes that it would eliminate my writer's block BUT IT DIDN'T but it's here now, and i'm very proud of it, and i'm slowly getting back to writing. appreciate your patience and support for all of my work across all of my blogs!!! also, if this is reminiscent of my older works, then...;)
it should be a quiet friday evening for you, all things considered.
you had gotten off work, came home to dinner lovingly prepared by euijoo, kicked jaehyun’s ass in mario kart, and received an unprompted but well-appreciated shoulder rub from jungwon. it was shaping up to be a good start to your weekend, a smooth transition into two days’ worth of rest.
that was, until jaehyun suggested the four of you have a few rounds of drinks. rarely do you ever get together as a complete unit of four, considering everyone’s hectic schedules, and this was exactly what jaehyun used to rationalize his little idea as he gathered the shot glasses and raided the apartment’s not-so-secret stash of alcohol.
euijoo and jungwon seemed down for it, too. the snack drawer was emptied and dumped on the carpeted floor of the living room, and before you knew it, the four of you were gathered in a circle, mixing vodka with the monstrous stock of mountain dew that jungwon of all people kept in one of the cupboards.
but the drinks turned into jokes, and the jokes turned into dares, and the dares turned into an impromptu game of never have i ever.
“this is childish. what are we, in high school?” you give each of your roommates a pointed look, trying to convey just how much you oppose the idea of the game.
yes, these are your roommates, the people you literally live with, and your bond goes beyond usual roommate bounds, but you’re not exactly sure about inevitably spilling all your dirty little secrets to them.
the three of them stare back, unfazed, eyebrows raised in equal challenge.
“that’s the point! it’s fun because it’s childish,” jaehyun reasons, shot glass in hand while he pours vodka into it. he turns to you fully, handing you the liquor.
“bottoms up, sweetheart,” he says.
you cringe at the nickname but take the shot glass, anyway. you down the drink in one graceful swoop, your face crumpling as the liquid slithers down your throat. your two other roommates whoop in celebration, and despite it all, you feel yourself relax as the warmth of the vodka spreads from your stomach to your limbs.
jungwon and euijoo throw their own heads back as they take their shots, and you muster up everything in you to stop yourself from staring at the bobbing of their throats.
you hand the glass back to jaehyun. he fills it up once more, pouring to the brim.
“now this is for the fun part,’ jaehyun teases, winking at you playfully.
“i told you, i don’t want to play,” you reiterate.
“boring,” jungwon quips from across you, grinning when you narrow your eyes at him.
“just one round,” euijoo encourages from your left, peering into your face and smiling sweetly.
you feel your stomach flip, and given your history of not being able to say no to euijoo, you can’t help but let his words get to you. you roll your eyes, sighing, though euijoo knows this is just code for ‘fine, but only because you said so.’
euijoo just knew you like that.
and euijoo could just get you like that.
he leans over and bumps your shoulder with his and you feel your face flare up with heat.
“you’re all gonna gang up on me anyway,” you pout. this earns a conspiratorial chuckle from jungwon.
“then at least you know what you’re in for,” jungwon reasons.
you brandish your middle finger up at him, to which he blows you a kiss in retaliation while jaehyun swats your hand down.
you should be irritated, annoyed, hassled—whatever other word describes the negative feeling that you ought to be getting from being teased around like this. but you just can’t. for all their shenanigans, your roommates are some of the only people who could get away with being like this with you.
in hindsight, and historically speaking, it probably isn’t healthy, and it definitely isn’t advised to develop feelings for your roommate, but here you are.
crushing on all of your roommates.
you’re not sure when it started, but you try to rationalize it by telling yourself that living with three guys in their early twenties was bound to create some complicated feelings eventually.
sure, let’s go with that.
“relax, ______, it’s just ‘never have i ever’,” jaehyun croons, pushing the shot glass into yor hand. you take it, eyeing it warily.
if euijoo was the sweet one, then myung jaehyun was the pain in your ass.
“it’s never just ‘never have i ever’ when it comes to you,” you counter. “you always have some ulterior motive behind these games of yours.”
jaehyun splutters, eyes widening as he throws his hands up as if in surrender.
“i’ve never been so offended in my life,” he complains.
“can we just start the game so we can actually start drinking?” jungwon’s voice cuts over the bickering. a finger presses against his temple, his eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you and jaehyun.
“okay, i’ll start,” euijoo jumps right in, and you barely have any time to blink, let alone register what’s happening.
“never have i ever performed oral sex in public.”
“why are we jumping into the sex stuff already?” you demand, a look of alarm settling on your face as you turn to euijoo.
euijoo shrugs, running a hand over his tired eyes. “i don’t know, ______. i’m kinda tipsy already, you know, so why not?”
you swallow, pretending that the lazy drawl in his voice doesn’t do something to you.
with a disbelieving huff, you take the shot glass from the floor in front of you and gulp down its contents in two swallows. you meet jungwon’s eyes as you finish, his drink gone as well as he sets his own glass down.
“okay, ______. we need details,” jaehyun urges, nudging your knee with his foot. you smack him hard on the thigh.
“that’s not part of the rules,” you deflect, snickering when you’re rewarded with a loud yelp from jaehyun. “besides, you want me to believe that you haven’t given anyone head in public?”
jaehyun shrugs, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “i haven’t given anyone head in public. receiving it though…”
euijoo and jaehyun make eye contact, and as if on cue, the two reach forward to dap each other up.
“i know what you mean, brother,” euijoo quips, a shit-eating grin spreading on his face.
“you?” you turn accusingly to euijoo. “really?”
euijoo schools his expression into one of innocence. “what? you think i don’t mess around?”
you pause, the implication clear in his statement. the thought of euijoo—your kind, soft-hearted, considerate roommate—going around hooking up with people sends a strange feeling creeping up your spine. not that he can’t be kind and hook up at the same time; his disposition has nothing to do with his actual sex life.
it’s the images that come to your head that give you pause.
his hand running up someone’s thigh. his lips ghosting over someone’s neck. his hips slamming against—
you blink, willing yourself back to earth lest you completely lose yourself in your thoughts.
“your turn,” jaehyun points out as he refills everyone’s shots. you blink again, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up.
“oh,” you say, clearing your throat. “never have i ever received head in public.”
euijoo and jaehyun’s voices meld into a single complaint.
“now that’s not fair!” jaehyun cries out.
“you did that on purpose!” euijoo protests.
“too bad, you shouldn’t have volunteered information i didn’t ask for,” you respond, chuckling as they begrudgingly down their shots. you and jungwon high five, identical grins settling on your faces.
“okay, you had your chance to get even,” jaehyun grumbles, pouting cutely. some stupid part of you wants to crawl over to kiss it off his face.
seriously, what is up with you?
“never have i ever faked an orgasm,” jaehyun declares, a wicked glint in his eye as he turns to you.
indignation fills you immediately.
“hey, now that’s not fair!” you cry out, reaching over to deliver your nth smack of the night to jaehyun’s shoulder.
“what’s not fair is you having to fake orgasms,” jaehyun says, laughing. he dodges another one of your attempts at his arm.
“statistically and biologically speaking, a lot of people with vaginas have a harder time finishing for a variety of reasons,” you argue. “you can’t hold my own biology over me!”
the three men burst into laughter, and you glare at each one of them in turn. you mutter under your breath about wishing you had a dick instead, downing yet another shot. your stomach burns with the liquid but the fuzziness is starting to settle now. you feel quite good, actually.
“what kind of shitty sex are you having?” jungwon asks from across you, head tilting in curiosity. some of his hair falls into his wide, delicate eyes and you watch as he brushes them back with equally delicate fingers.
“the kind that’s none of your business,” you retort, grabbing the bottle of vodka to refill your own drink.
you catch just enough of it to witness your three roommates exchanging looks. your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment or the alcohol.
“it’s not to say that i haven’t ever finished during sex,” you blurt out, cringing once the words had escaped you.
“it’s just a phenomenon that’s few and far between.”
there’s pure silence for a few seconds, your roommates looking at you with varying degrees of worry and amusement.
“when do you orgasm?” euijoo asks and it catches you so off guard you nearly drop your glass.
“excuse me?” you demand. euijoo merely smiles lazily, leaning back against the couch behind him.
“what happens when you actually cum? like, what leads up to it?” euijoo expounds, and his choice of words has your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.
fuck, he sounds a little too hot saying the word ‘cum’.
“what is it with you guys and trying to pry into my sex life?” you question, putting on your sternest expression yet.
not that you aren’t willing to be forthcoming with them. truth be told, you’d tell them anything if they asked nicely enough. or if they just asked, point-blank, period. they don’t even have to be nice about it. you just think that it’s best to put up a semblance of normalcy, barring your filthy, unfiltered thoughts and fantasies from escaping.
thoughts and fantasies that involved them, of all people.
“aren’t we allowed to be curious?” jungwon questions, fixing you with another one of his looks. the one that has your stomach flipping ten different ways. that one.
“no,” you deadpan and you think you see a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes.
if euijoo was kind, and jaehyun was an ass, then jungwon was the iron fist that ruled the apartment. not a hair left on the floor, no piece of furniture crooked when he’s in charge.
you think about how you’d hate to be on the receiving end of his ire. in the conventional sense, at least. elsewhere, though…
“your turn,” you say, shifting the subject back to the game before anyone else gets any more ideas.
but, having lived with your roommates for about half a year, you really should have known that they’re always full of ideas.
“never have i ever been eaten out before.”
jungwon’s lips rise at the corners as he waits for you to take a shot. you stare back, shrugging. you don’t move.
no one takes drink.
it takes a few seconds for the rest of them to catch up.
“never?” jaehyun asks, his voice pitching higher.
“what, you guys haven’t had your ass eaten out?” you feign a giggle, trying to shift the subject to anywhere but at you. “i thought for sure at least one of you would be into that.”
“that’s unimportant,” euijoo declares. “you’ve never been eaten out?”
you falter. “well—no.”
“that’s like foreplay 101. hell, that’s the main event for some people,” jungwon says, his expression full of disbelief. “you’re telling us no one had bothered to eat you out before?”
the way he so crudely talks about your bedroom activities has you shifting in your seat, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve yourself of the growing pressure in your belly.
“i mean, no one really offered—,”
“that’s fucking insane,” jaehyun interrupts. “i’ll eat you out right now, if you want.”
a violent blush takes over your entire face as you nearly choke on air.
“you’re so full of shit, myung jaehyun,” your voice pitches higher as you stare at your roommate, your heart thundering just beneath your ribcage.
jaehyun merely shrugs as he beams at you. he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses further up his face, raking a hand through his hair after, and it’s with great self-control that you urge your eyes to look anywhere else but at him.
“we’re just saying, your past sexual partners must have been pretty selfish if they hadn’t as much as offered to…you know.” euijoo cuts in with a gentler approach, gesturing vaguely as he finishes his statement.
it never really dawned on you that this was such a strange phenomenon. sure, sex felt good for you on numerous occasions, and some of your encounters nearly brought you there. but it was never enough. half of them were clumsy, most too eager. their hands would grab too hard at all the wrong places and their fingers would leave you aching, and not in the way you wanted.
“i’ve never been fingered properly before, either,” you blurt out, voice fading to an unsure mumble towards the end.
euijoo raises his eyebrows. “i’m sorry, what?”
you sigh, deciding to just let it all out.
“most times, the people i’ve been with would try to…with their fingers,” you explain. you meet each of your roommates’ eyes one by one. “but it would mostly hurt and it didn’t feel good at all.”
you can practically hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over.
“and i ask you once more, what actually makes you cum during sex?” euijoo questions, fixing you with an equally worried and eager stare.
your throat feels parched, your words and thoughts a jumble in your head.
“i usually just get myself off. i rub one out while they…do whatever it is they’re doing.”
silence.
jaehyun looks to jungwon who looks to euijoo who looks back at jaehyun. for some reason, this feels more humiliating than if they were all staring at you.
“looks like you pulled the short end of the stick when it comes to the people you sleep with,” jungwon says with a little snicker. you flush as his eyes do a brief once-over of your figure.
“i know, i know, i shouldn’t have settled for anything less,” you grumble, pulling your knees to your chest. you curl into yourself, suddenly hyperaware of all of the eyes on you.
“i haven’t slept with anyone, in like, half a year. can’t have shitty sex if you’re not having sex at all,” you add, chuckling humorlessly.
“so your last was the ex you broke up with before moving here?” jaehyun clarifies, scooting closer until his shoulder is pressed up to yours.
you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “yes.”
another stretch of silence blankets the four of you, and you internally cringe at the direction this game and this conversation has taken. jaehyun shifts to your right, his arm draping over and around your shoulders.
“want us to help you?”
jungwon snickers and euijoo’s already large eyes widen even more. you whip your head towards jaehyun, equal parts scandalized and…aroused.
“cut it out,” you mumble halfheartedly, trying to pry jaehyun off of you.
“what? i’m trying to be a gentleman here,” jaehyun protests with a smile. his body heat and cologne muddle your senses.
“by offering to sleep with me?” you protest, elbowing him hard in the ribs. he winces but pulls you in even closer.
“don’t tell me you guys haven’t thought about it,” jaehyun says, gesturing to euijoo and jungwon, his brows raised knowingly.
you feel your entire body go simultaneously cold and impossibly hot, the sensations fighting as euijoo and jungwon look at each other.
“that’s quite the accusation,” jungwon muses, tilting his head, a traitorous smirk settling on his lips.
you feel all semblance of calm escape you, your heart beating faster than it already was. you turn to euijoo for any sort of reprieve from this situation you’ve found yourself in, but even he refuses to meet your eyes.
oh.
so it’s like that.
under normal circumstances, this should have scared you. disgusted you, even. but you would be lying if you said that you haven’t thought about them that way. sure, it started as innocent crushes, feelings developed for people you live in close proximity to. but as proximity goes, your rooms are crammed into one short hallway, walls like paper, and squeaky doors that don’t ever fully close.
you’ve heard them on certain nights, groans too rhythmic and sighs too loud to be anything but what you thought it was. you had felt like a pervert all this time, listening in and anticipating that stretch of silence right after an audible gasp, or that maddeningly loud creak of a bed as one of them finishes, headboard banging against your wall.
(you remember now it was euijoo, as his room is right next to yours.)
so all propriety aside, you have no choice but to admit that you’re irrevocably, undeniably turned on right now.
“so you have thought about it.” you finally find your voice and it seems to snap all three men out of their reveries.
jaehyun shrugs from beside you. always the candid one, his fingers trace patterns on your exposed shoulder, smiling when he feels goosebumps rise on your skin.
“you know i do. i haven’t really been keeping it a secret, have i?”
you meet jaehyun’s eyes and he looks at you expectantly in that annoyingly handsome way of his. you lick your lips and his eyes follow the motion, snapping back up right at the very last second.
“i thought you were just messing with me,” you whisper.
but you know. you know deep down he was doing anything but.
“well i’m not,” jaehyun says, disproving your statement.
“let’s make a deal.”
you turn your head towards jungwon who’s looking at you, calculation evident in his eyes. he glances briefly at your two other roommates before straightening.
“you let us take care of you and we can finally put this topic to bed,” jungwon continues calmly, as if he were just proposing who gets to do what chore in the apartment.
“i—what?” your voice is barely above a nervous whisper.
jungwon shrugs. “you said you’ve never been eaten out.”
he looks to jaehyun.
“wanna help her with that?”
jaehyun’s face immediately breaks out into a grin. jungwon continues before jaehyun can get a word in.
“you said you haven’t been fingered properly. maybe i can do something about it,” jungwon says without breaking eye contact. you feel your whole body tense up and shiver.
have all of you gone completely crazy?
“anything else we can help you with?” jaehyun says, glancing at euijoo, who seems to be the only one as affected by all this as much as you are.
euijoo takes a moment before looking over at you. even in your apartment’s shitty lighting, you can see the way his pupils dilate, eyes raking over your curled-up figure.
“what do you want?” euijoo questions, shifting his body subtly closer to face you.
you swallow, a million thoughts running through your mind.
this is ridiculous. this is reckless. this is dangerous. who thinks about sleeping with all her roommates? who entertains the idea of them ‘helping’ you by granting you sexual favors?
“whatever it is you think about doing when you jerk off at night,” you respond, despite yourself.
you relish the way euijoo’s breath catches, his lips pressing into a thin line.
jungwon and jaehyun simultaneously let out disbelieving chuckles. euijoo is bright red now, all the way to the tips of his ears.
“guess we aren’t so quiet when we—ah—relieve ourselves,” jaehyun muses with a chuckle.
“you especially,” you banter, digging your elbow once more into his ribs.
“oh, she’s got some bite,” jaehyun taunts, his hand sliding down your back before resting just above your ass.
“big talk for someone who just admitted to settling for bad sex,” jungwon pipes up. he pushes himself to stand, slinking over to where you’re seated.
jungwon crouches down, and due to his stature, even in this position, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye.
“want us to help you?”
you hear nothing but the steady thud of your heartbeat in your ears, and you feel nothing but sheer weightlessness as you ponder your options.
they’re offering, and you’re willing.
you inhale, resolve hardening in your chest.
“i’d like to see you try,” is all you say.
it’s like a switch is flipped within all three of them. you physically feel the room go still as all three sets of eyes turn to you. jungwon is the closest and in your direct line of sight. he grins, his hand reaching out, his pointer finger resting just beneath your chin.
“i’d like to see you take it.”
jungwon glances to jaehyun, raising a brow.
“i got it from here,” jaehyun says, voice low and rougher all of a sudden. jungwon nods before returning to his seat.
you turn, your heartbeat still thundering loudly in your ears.
euijoo and jungwon watch with attentive eyes as jaehyun lets his hand fall completely to the slope of your ass. his other hand reaches for your thigh, grabbing onto the supple flesh and maneuvering you to face him.
“you can still say no,” jaehyun whispers, fingers trailing up on your skin.
in what world would you do such a thing?
before you can overthink it, you lean forward to connect your lips with jaehyun’s. you hear jungwon snicker and euijoo inhale. jaehyun, on the other hand, smiles into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls you closer, manhandling you over his lap, to which you allow yourself to respond eagerly, arms circling his neck.
jaehyun shifts beneath you, pressing his semi between your legs, and you gasp, rocking harder against him in retaliation. he moans wantonly into your mouth, but quickly pulls away to discard his glasses before diving back in with renewed vigor.
you tug at his hair and he digs his nails into your waist. months of teasing and sexual innuendos amount to this, with him half-hard and you leaking through your underwear.
“hurry up,” jungwon teases. you pull away, peering over your shoulder to see him chewing on his thumbnail, eyes dark as he surveys the scene in front of him.
euijoo looks like he’s about to explode.
glad to know you’re on the same page.
“hurrying is what got her here in the first place,” jaehyun warns with no real bite, a corner of his lips twitching up.
“isn’t that right, pretty? we’ll take it nice and slow for you tonight.”
you whimper involuntarily, jaehyun’s fingers traveling down to press firmly into your inner thighs. he wastes no time in coaxing you down, right onto your back.
you thank the heavens in your head for the foresight of suggesting that your living room needed a fluffier rug.
your hair spreads out beneath your head, and jaehyun rakes his eyes over your face, down to your neck, then to your chest, caging you in with his arms braced on either side of you.
“can i take these off?” jaehyun asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. his hair is sticking up all over, and you think about how ridiculously hot he looks at this moment.
“yes,” you mutter softly. this earns a soft smile from him.
“there she is. thought i wouldn’t be hearing that voice for the rest of the night.”
the soft croon of jaehyun’s words, coupled with the drag of the fabric against your warm skin as he pulls your bottoms down, sends yet another shiver through you. you’re left semi-exposed in just your underwear, your legs automatically clamping shut.
“none of that, sweetheart,” jaehyun urges gently, prying your thighs apart once more. “how am i gonna help you if i can’t even reach what’s here?”
just as he says this, he reaches down and presses two fingers right at your core, on the damp spot forming on your panties. you gasp, bucking into jaehyun’s hand. he grins, obviously pleased with your reaction.
“for someone so hesitant, you sure are eager,” jaehyun says, rubbing at the spot, movements traitorously slow.
“now you’re just taking the piss,” euijoo comments under his breath. “don’t leave her waiting.”
you crane your neck to look at your other roommate and you have to suppress a moan at what you see.
euijoo’s still leaning back against the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. there’s a sizeable bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
jaehyun rolls his eyes playfully, withdrawing his touch to yank your underwear down in one fell swoop. you startle, but you let jaehyun slip the last barrier standing between his and the rest of your roommates’ eyes and your aching, wet pussy.
“oh, wow. you really wanted this, huh?” jaehyun questions, spreading your legs even further apart.
he settles on his stomach, face level with your core. you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and anticipatory.
“how can anyone let all this go to waste? if it were up to me, i’d make sure you cum at least three times. per session. for as many sessions a day as you want.” jaehyun snickers, his fingers making contact with the moisture pooling between your legs.
“j-jaehyun,” you whine, your hand flying down to his hair. he peers up, leaning into your touch.
you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
the first brush of jaehyun’s tongue over your cunt sends you almost careening over the edge already. having no prior reference to what being eaten out feels like, all you know is that the whole world seems to have fallen away, leaving only this: the sensation of pure, utter pleasure pulsing through your body from what jaehyun’s mouth is doing to you.
he latches his lips over your clit, suckling gently, and your hips shoot straight up, grinding against his face. jaehyun hums against you, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over.
your whole body ignites with what you can only describe as the most blissful burning sensation you’ve ever experienced. jaehyun pulls you closer to him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his arms hook around your thighs, locking you in place. his nose brushes your clit as he teases your hole and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off right within your body.
“fuck, that’s hot,” you hear a voice say somewhere else in the room. you think it’s jungwon.
your eyes blink the bleariness away as you try to make sense of your surroundings, an attempt to find reprieve from the near-overwhelming sensation that jaehyun is dealing you.
jungwon is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, the heel of his palm pressed into the front of his pants.
you glance to the side and nearly cum from the sight of euijoo languidly stroking himself as he watches you, fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of him.
jaehyun pulls your attention back to him, his whole mouth suctioning over your clit, tongue flattening and applying a constant pulse of pressure. you’re practically thrashing around by now, not used to the attention dealt to your most sensitive area.
your first orgasm of the night comes quickly and unexpectedly, your whole body tensing as jaehyun fucks his tongue into your hole. you clench up, thighs pressing into the side of jaehyun’s head.
“oh fuck—jaehyun!” his name falls helplessly from your mouth. “j-jaehyun, please!”
you don’t know what you’re begging for, but you know that you never want to stop feeling this way.
jaehyun doesn’t let up, even when you’re whining in protest, fingers pulling at his hair. still, his tongue laps up at the overflowing arousal, burying his face even deeper into your pussy, as if it were his last meal deprived from him.
“come on, baby, one more,” you hear jaehyun say, words almost completely garbled as he continues to undo you with his mouth. he reaches up and shoves your shirt up, one hand roughly grabbing at one of your tits.
how convenient for all of you that you decided to forego a bra tonight.
you moan, arching into his touch, your own fingers curling around his wrist as he kneads at your soft flesh. you feel another orgasm approach.
jaehyun pinches harshly at your nipple, tugging right after, and for the second time, your entire world burns white-hot. you cum yet again, breath caught in your throat as your face scrunches in ecstasy.
your roommate pulls away from between your legs, watching as you slump back down to the ground, panting and completely spent. you peek at jaehyun, his lips and chin completely drenched in you as he observes your every move.
“good?’ he asks. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.
“i’m afraid anyone who comes after you will have a hard time living up to that,” you admit, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
but before you’re afforded a minute’s rest, your arm is pulled away as jungwon’s face comes into view.
“don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” jungwon says with a smirk. he glances at jaehyun.
“move. it’s my turn.”
jaehyun exaggerates a bow, leaving you with a wink as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he stalks off to take jungwon’s seat at the side, the tent in his own pants painfully obvious now.
“still okay?” jungwon asks, a palm smoothing down your arm. “does your back hurt? do you need a pillow?”
you shake your head, giggling. “i’m fine, wonie.”
jungwon’s eyes darken at the nickname, mischief painting his smile. “so, is it fine if i do this?”
you don’t have time to register his question before he’s reaching down, the tip of his finger circling your hole. you yelp, instinctually pulling away, your core sensitive from jaehyun’s ministrations.
without waiting for an answer, jungwon plunges two fingers in, his other hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place.
“i thought you wanted us to show you how it’s done?” jungwon asks, voice steady, with the barest hint of teasing.
“or is it too much?”
jungwon drags his fingers out half of the way before pushing them back in. you jolt, a high-pitched whimper spilling out from your lips. the fingers inside you curl up against your walls, sending your eyes rolling to the back.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“that’s it,” jungwon says, curling his fingers even harder the second time. “so responsive. so good for us, hm?”
your hands try to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, and eventually, they settle on clutching onto the sleeve of jungwon’s sweater.
“please,” you beg for nothing and everything. “jungwon, h-hurts, need it, please—”
“use your words properly,” jungwon interrupts, tone admonishing.
“faster,” you gasp. “please fuck me faster, harder.”
jungwon snickers, pace immediately picking up. your back arches, your clit twitching from the lack of attention. you reach down, rubbing harshly.
“oh, fuck,” jaehyun’s voice is hoarse over the roaring in your ears. “that’s so fucking hot, baby.”
his words spur you on, your hips moving on their own accord, swiveling and thrusting closer to jungwon’s hand. he slams his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, curling at the very last second before pulling out and then repeating it over again.
“filthy, aren’t you? bet you fantasized about us fucking you like this. using you like this,” jungwon sneers, tugging your shirt all the way up and over your breasts. he continues what jaehyun started, pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he lands a hard smack to your tits and it sends a shock of pleasure all over you.
again and again he repeats this, and you feel the skin on your chest start to warm. finally, as his fingers brush over your sensitive peaks for the nth time, coupled with the pressure in your belly from his fingers, your third orgasm tears right through you, unraveling you once more. you twitch and shudder, tears springing in your eyes with how tight you’re squeezing them shut.
it takes about a minute for your whole body to relax, your limbs splayed out as jungwon pulls his fingers out.
“good girl,” jungwon praises, pushing his fingers into your mouth without any preamble. you bristle but let him slide in, your saliva quickly coating his digits, salty from your fluids.
“shit, look at you,” jungwon laughs breathily. “don’t blame me if i’m coming into your room every night just to see this view again and again.”
you whimper as jungwon withdraws his hand. he leans down, pecking your lips lightly.
“hope that was good enough for you,” he whispers, pulling back before you can even respond.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you watch jungwon take a seat beside jaehyun, who is now full on jerking himself off, cock slick with precum as he eyes your half-naked body on the living room floor.
euijoo drifts into your line of sight, his expression hard to read. he has himself tucked back into his pants, but it’s obvious that he’s still rock hard underneath. he crawls over to you, then settles into a sitting position beside you.
“still good?” euijoo asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face.
you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
“need a break?” euijoo continues. “we can stop now, if you want.”
you tilt your head. despite everything, you can’t help the urge to poke fun at your very mild-mannered roommate.
“why? what are you gonna do to me?”
euijoo’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes moving down to study your figure.
“i’m not going to do anything. you are,” euijoo responds. he reaches out, tugging at your arm.
you let yourself be pulled up to a sitting position, too weak to protest much. anticipation courses through your veins as euijoo lies down, propping himself up on his own elbows.
“you asked what i think about doing when i jerk off at night,” euijoo begins, tugging you closer.
“i think about you, riding me, fucking yourself on my cock.”
your breath stutters but a new wave of arousal washes over you. you tentatively push yourself up on your knees, scooting over to where euijoo is. you eye his clothed dick, unsure, momentarily glancing up at him.
his eyes appear glazed over, but still hardened with resolve.
“if you want to experience good sex, maybe you’ll have to work for it a little, hm?” euijoo gestures to his sweats, to the string still tied tightly.
you balk at his words, not expecting him to take this tone with you. granted, he’s still speaking as he always does, but the way euijoo so flippantly tells you to work for it has your thighs clenching together once more.
you reach over to tug at the drawstring, undoing the knot, careful not to let your hand brush directly on his bulge. you pull at the waistband next, taking euijoo’s underwear along with it.
his cock springs free and you feel yourself get dizzy.
euijoo is long and full, heavy in your hand as you take hold of him. he’s still slick from his precum, beads of it continuing to leak from his tip. he hisses as you stroke languidly along his length, your mouth watering as you do so.
“don’t be shy,” euijoo says with a little chuckle. it sounds innocent, lighthearted. but there’s a glint in his eye that has your stomach twisting in the best way possible.
you oblige, swinging one leg over his supine form. you line him up at your entrance, and at the last second, you peer over your shoulder at your two other roommates.
jaehyun licks his lips, cock on full display as he fists it harshly, and jungwon has something in his hand, clutched tightly around his own length. with a jolt, you realize it's your underwear. the lace material drags up and down jungwon’s dick, for sure ruined beyond measure.
“eyes here, _______.” the sound of your name from euijoo’s lips forces your attention back to him. he holds you by your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin reassuringly.
you inhale, sinking down on euijoo.
the first slide in has both of you groaning, your mouth falling open as you make it all the way down. the stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and the way euijoo’s fingers dig into your things adds another delicious sensation into the mix.
“god, you feel amazing,” euijoo breathes, his pelvis automatically rolling up. you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest.
“ride me, baby,” euijoo implores. “please, need to see you. ride me”
without as much as a second thought, you lift yourself up before grinding your hips back down. this sends both of you moaning, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. you repeat your movement, swiveling your hips just as you remember doing with all those people before, with your exes and flings, desperate to impress them despite them leaving you disappointed time and time again.
but you know euijoo would never disappoint you.
euijoo grunts beneath you, praise coming out in ragged breaths. his voice pitches higher whenever you clench around him and you make it a point to drag this sound out of him with every chance you get.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” euijoo declares, his hands moving up to grip at your waist as you lean over him.
“yeah, baby, use me. get yourself off.”
“ah!” you whimper, hips slamming down against his as you desperately chase your fourth orgasm of the night. thanks to your other housemates, the sensitivity between your legs is at an all-time high, easier for you to coax yourself closer to your release.
you can vaguely hear both jaehyun and jungwon behind you, panting and for sure jerking off to the sight of you riding euijoo, and you wonder rather hopefully if perhaps they’d like to join in.
you feel your knees start to burn against the carpet, despite its soft material. your thighs also ache, but the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm looms over you.
“need me to take over?” euijoo asks between labored breaths. you nod hurriedly and euijoo grins.
“i got you,” he says, and before you know it, you’re being pushed onto your back, a momentary dizziness overcoming you as euijoo wrangles you into a different position.
but before you could get comfortable, euijoo’s firm hands grip your hips, twisting you around and onto your front. a gasp catches in your throat as you scramble to maneuver yourself properly onto your chest.
euijoo presses your upper back down, forcing you onto the ground, while his other hand hauls your lower half up.
“you wanted to see them, right?” euijoo croons smoothly as he runs his hands up your back. you feel him poke against your entrance.
you glance up at jaehyun and jungwon, the former now sprawled on the couch, his hand furiously fisting his length, while the latter is eyeing you ravenously, your underwear still clutched tightly in his hand as he fucks into the soiled material.
euijoo takes hold of your hips and slides right back in. you whimper as your arms attempt to hold your body up, but to no avail. your elbows buckle and you have no choice but to arch even deeper as you bear your weight on your forearms.
“that’s right,” euijoo pants. “look so pretty like this, all bent over for me.”
“fuuuck,” jaehyun drawls, throwing his head back as his hand moves impossibly fast.
euijoo chuckles. “and for them.”
you keep your eyes trained forward, watching your roommates completely lose themselves to the scene in front of them: you getting fucked to oblivion by who you thought was your most respectful roommate.
absolutely nothing is respectful about the way euijoo is drilling into you now.
you feel the telltale coil tighten in your belly and you cry out as euijoo slams in particularly hard.
“i-i’m close,” you warn, head falling and hanging uselessly between your shoulders.
your whole body is jostled with how rough euijoo is fucking you, and you can feel the desperation radiating off him; the need to get you there and the desire to be right there with you.
“euijoo, please, please, please,” you repeat, like a litany only meant for the filthiest of ears to hear.
“come on, sweetheart,” euijoo urges, hands clamping down impossibly hard at your waist.
“let go for us. you can let go for us.”
a strangled cry erupts straight from your chest as your orgasm hurtles into you. you’re sobbing into the carpet now, hiccupping and mewling like a hurt kitten as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you.
euijoo keens as his own release comes upon him, spilling his loud into you and on your ass and back as he jerks himself off the rest of the way.
your arms tremble, body collapsing as the last dregs of your euphoria seep out. you lay on your side, hair a mess, and breathing ragged.
your roommates' muffled voices and footsteps drift around you, but you don’t hear much at first, too spent with everything that’s transpired. eventually, you push yourself up to survey your surroundings.
jaehyun catches your eye just as he’s walking into the living room with a bottle of water. he looks disheveled, but the bulge in his pants is gone now, though his lower lip is still swollen from what you assume is him chewing relentlessly at it. a cool sensation presses against your back as someone wipes away at your skin.
“i made a mess. sorry,” euijoo apologizes from behind you and you startle, head whipping around. he grins sheepishly at you as he leans in to kiss you briefly.
“turn around, please. let me clean you up.”
you don’t have to be told twice.
jaehyun leaves the water in front of you and jungwon reappears a second later with a bundle of clothing in his hands. you realize quite belatedly that it’s a fresh pair of underwear and shorts of yours.
“you okay?” jungwon asks, placing the clothes gently into your hands.
you giggle, leaning up to capture his lips in yours.
in which you find out you're pregnant after hooking up with your werewolf ex-boyfriend, nicholas. or - the one where nico claims you as his for good.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), mentions of pregnancy, fingering, raw sex, creampie, werewolf au, minors do not interact!
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
Pregnant.
Staring at the tests on your counter, you thought maybe if you stared at them long enough the result would change. But the longer you stood there, the harder it sank in.
You were pregnant with Nico’s baby.
Nico, who you hadn’t seen since you hooked up two months ago. Nico, the love of your life that you’d broken up with after learning he was a werewolf. Nico… the boy that had stolen your heart and told you he was your mate.
Pfft. Humans didn’t have mates.
Your hand trembled as you held your phone, scrolling through his texts. Nico had respected your need for space, but still texted you almost every day. You never responded - it was too painful - but that didn’t stop him from asking about your day or telling you how he felt about you.
Tapping the call button, you put the phone to your ear and listened to it dial. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your ears were ringing. You were borderline gasping for air like you couldn’t breathe.
And when you heard Nico’s voice, your knees buckled.
“Hello?” was all he said, and the floodgates opened. He sounded surprised.
“Nico,” you sighed, tears pouring down your face.
Nico couldn’t see, but he heard your distress. And he immediately panicked. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I… I need you… to come over,” you stammered, your body pushing past nervous shakes into hard, violent shudders making you stumble. You managed to land on the couch as you began to hyperventilate.
“I’m on my way. What’s going on? Are you still there? Baby?”
His voice grew foggier. So did your surroundings. The last thing you remembered was your phone hitting the floor as you slumped into the couch.
Your mind took you back to the last time you’d been happy - that night you spent with Nico. He made love to you like he knew it would be his last chance.
You could still feel his hands on your waist, your legs hooked in his strong arms as he rolled his hips into yours, stuffing you full of his cock. Your lips were parted, his on yours, swallowing your sounds.
It wasn’t just sex, as much as you wanted it to be. It was being totally owned and consumed by another person - your mate. Nico tapped into your soul, not just your body.
Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you dug your fingertips into Nico’s back, anchoring him to you as he stroked you to the edge, an inhuman growl leaving his throat when you came on his cock.
You heard him calling your name, just as he did when he emptied himself inside you, unknowingly filling you with his future. His baby.
No one had ever looked at you the way Nico did in that moment, like you were his other half - his better half.
Another call of your name and you lurched awake, sitting up sharply on the couch and into Nico’s chest. His hands were gentle but firm on your shoulders.
“Easy, baby,” he said carefully. “Take it slow.”
Your eyes were wide, like a startled animal, and you grabbed onto Nico to steady you, your chest rising and falling heavily. You searched his face, realizing he was real. Nico was there, holding you.
Tears rolled down your cheeks again as you whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
The blood drained from Nico’s face. His eyes speared into yours. You saw the world pulled away from him and you wondered if he too would faint then and there.
Nico swallowed the lump in his throat and rasped, “You’re pregnant?”
You nodded.
“H-How?”
The question caught you off-guard. “Um…, we had sex two months ago,” you reminded him, brows stitched.
“But I thought you were on birth control.”
“I was.”
Nico’s eyes flickered, something dawning on him, and he looked away, like he couldn’t meet your gaze anymore. “Fuck,” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “I thought… damn it, I thought your birth control would be enough.”
“Enough for what?” you asked, confusion starting to melt into fear.
“We were in heat two months ago.”
You frowned, remembering your ex-boyfriend was not human. With an annoyed grumble, you said, “Humans don’t go into heat.”
“You’re my mate. I made you go into heat.”
“I don’t understand what that means.”
Nico scratched his head awkwardly and tried to explain, “It’s like - I don’t know - ovulating times a thousand. I didn’t think it would be stronger than your birth control.”
You shook your head in denial. “Okay. I can’t deal with that right now. I just… I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do.”
That wounded Nico a bit, because you were implying you were alone in this. “We’ll do whatever you want to do,” he told you softly.
You met his eyes. “We?”
“We made this baby together.”
“I’m aware,” you scoffed, brushing some of your hair back. You missed a few strands and Nico reached over, gently tucking them behind your ear. You leaned into his hand, you couldn’t help it, and let yourself be drawn into his eyes. They were hypnotic.
But more importantly, you felt safe.
“We don’t have to figure this all out tonight,” Nico said in comfort, stroking your cheek. “Can I put you to bed? You fainted and scared the living shit out of me.”
You nodded and in the next second, Nico stood and swept you up in his arms, carrying you to your bed. He innocently tucked you in, pulling the blanket up to cover you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
There was no way in hell you were going to sleep another night without him.
“Stay,” you whispered, reaching for his hand.
Nico made a tiny noise. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re alright. I’ll be parking myself on that couch for the rest of the…”
“No,” you cut him off, tightening your grip on his hand. “Right here.”
Nico didn’t immediately climb in like he wanted to. He hesitated. Because he wasn’t sure he was ready to be invited back into your bed. It was only a matter of time before you let him back into your body too. And he wasn’t sure he could handle the total ruin that you were to him.
If you only knew that life had become hollow and meaningless without you. You were his heart and soul, and he was walking around without it. You were the air in his lungs and the heat in his blood.
And for those reasons, he would deny you nothing.
You watched Nico slide into your bed, getting under the blankets with you. The warmth of him immediately settled any nerves and anxiety you had. Your muscles unclenched.
Nico slid his arm under your head and pulled you close, his other arm going over your waist before sliding back, his hand settling on your stomach. It was unchanged for now, but he knew his baby was in there. He’d smelled you were different the moment he stepped into your apartment and found you on the couch.
You held onto his hand, feeling the promise of his touch. You knew nothing could touch you or your baby if Nico was there. He was hell on earth.
Nico locked his eyes on yours, staring through to your soul - his home. For a moment, you both lay there in the comfortable silence, the fire in your chest sparking back to life by having him close.
“Kiss me,” you finally said, closing your eyes the moment his lips met yours.
Nico didn’t hesitate to kiss you. He’d wanted to for days. Weeks. So the moment he had your permission, it was over.
You didn’t struggle to keep up with the urgency of his kisses, matching his fire and heat. You carded your fingers into his hair and deepened the kiss, and hooked your leg over his hip to draw him closer into you.
“I’ll take care of everything,” Nico whispered between kisses, dragging his lips over your jaw and to your neck to nip and suck. “Whatever you want or need, you’ll have it. I promise.”
“I need you,” you panted, eyes fluttering as he sucked at your weak spot.
Nico growled in your ear bitterly, “That’s not what you said the last time we were together.”
You made a noise. “Actions speak louder than words. Letting you fuck me raw and finish inside me wasn’t enough?”
Nico gently steered you fully onto your back and propped himself over you, his face tense. He wanted to be angry. After all, you were the one who ended the relationship. Because he was a werewolf, which he understood, but it’s not like he could help it.
You watched and waited, his lips parting before closing again, like he couldn’t decide what to say. Growing impatient, you grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him down, kissing him hard. Hoping it would silence all the misery in his head.
Nico shifted himself between your legs and you could feel his hard cock already straining against his pants. It took nothing for you to get him up. All he had to do was look at you.
You moaned softly when Nico slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kisses turning louder and hotter. His hand brushed up your waist before settling on your breast, teasing his fingers over your nipple and making you hiss.
“What’s wrong?” Nico asked worriedly.
“They hurt,” you told him. “One of the signs that made me get that pregnancy test.”
Nico glanced you over, sitting up enough to look over your body beneath him. You looked so supple and soft; he wanted to lick and suck every inch of you. His baby was filling you with a glow that made you feel like the goddess he knew you to be.
“What else hurts?” he asked darkly.
You bit your lip. His voice was so low and deep, your core clenched on nothing. “Right now?” You took his hand and guided it between your legs until he cupped your sex. “This.”
Nico didn’t waste any time bringing his lips to your stomach and kissing affectionately as he tugged off your panties and stroked his fingers between your folds. When two of his fingers slipped into your pussy, you fisted the sheets under you and moaned.
The room filled with the wet sound of his kisses and the even wetter sound of your cunt sucking his fingers in. Your walls stretched around them, aching for him, pulsing with hormones and desire and longing.
“Nico,” you whined desperately, and your mate knew you were ready.
He kept pumping his fingers in your hole, then kissed his way up your body, sealing his lips around your nipple just to get a little whimper from you. Nico made room for himself between your legs and finally withdrew his hand from you, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance and impaling you on every last inch.
You met Nico’s eyes just as he sheathed himself to the hilt, and grabbed him by the waist, hooking your legs in his like you had no intention of ever letting him pull out of you again.
Nico nipped at your lips and groaned, “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.”
Your pussy felt so swollen and sensitive, your toes curled when he drew back and thrust into you again, an airy moan spilling from your lips. “It feels different,” you told him in a small voice.
“Nice and slow,” your mate said, arching his hips back and forth to sink his cock inside you, dragging against your sweet spot.
He was making love to you - again - and your eyes grew misty. You didn’t deserve him; not after breaking his heart the way you did. Your thoughts inevitably went to his baby growing inside you and you tensed with the threat of tears.
“I’m sorry,” you rasped.
Nico shook his head. “Don’t ever apologize to me for leaving.”
You glanced down to watch him stroking inside you at a steady pace, your thighs clamped on his waist. “Is our baby…,” you hesitated, blinking until your eyes cleared. “Going to be like you?”
“Maybe,” he said, draping himself over you and stealing a kiss, like he was trying to comfort or distract you. When he pulled away, Nico’s lips brushed against yours when he asked, “Would that be so bad?”
You shook your head. “I hope he’s just like you,” you sighed, smiling up at him.
Nico’s eyes flickered and he pinched his lips together, like emotion had rushed through him painfully hard. Burying himself inside you and going still, Nico whispered, “Don’t do that to me, baby.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.”
You tangled your fingers in Nico’s dark hair and pulled him down for a kiss that put all the others to shame, parting from his perfect lips only long enough to say, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Nico lilted back and gloved his cock in your pussy, kissing you endlessly as he snapped his hips between your thighs, going faster and harder until the headboard began to smack against the wall.
You held onto Nico for dear life, his breath hot on your neck now from where he’d buried his face there, his groans getting deeper and making your eyes roll. Little nothings fell from your lips to his ears, your body moving underneath his to match his movements.
“You’re so fucking tight and wet,” Nico growled, an edge to his voice. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me,” you purred, grabbing the nape of his neck and adding, “You already put a baby inside me.”
“Fuck,” Nico hissed, grabbing your hips and looping your legs in his arms to bend them toward your body, pressing you into the bed and shoving in balls deep, his swears and groans filling the room.
The way his thrusts turned rough and ragged, plus the goddamn sounds he was making, was the last push you needed to feel sweet release rush over you, your back arching off the mattress and your cry of his name echoing in your ears.
Through his own orgasm, Nico talked you down, coaxing you back from the high, dragging soft, satisfied kisses over your neck and jaw. He could barely breathe with the way you were clamping down on his dick, milking every last drop out of him.
You kept clinging to Nico tightly, like you were afraid he would melt away and this would all have been a dream, but Nico stayed put, his heart beating fast in sync with yours.
“I love you,” Nico breathed into your skin, slowly letting your legs down.
“I love you too.” You blinked up at him before meeting his kiss and steering him to lay his head on your chest, combing his sweaty hair away from his eyes with your gentle fingers.
After a quiet moment, the two of letting your breaths even out, Nico asked, “You think it’s a boy?”
You still weren’t back to your senses yet. “Hm?”
“Earlier, you said, ‘I hope he’s just like you.’”
You flushed a little, thinking about the baby you made together. “Yeah…, I don’t know how to explain it, but… I sensed it’s a boy. I’m happy with either - I just want them to be healthy, but I saw him in my dreams. Weird, huh?”
Nico smiled contentedly, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. “It’s not weird. I can sense it too. Our son.”
He said it so reverently you felt the wind whoosh out of your lungs.
“You’re more wolf than you realize,” Nico whispered quietly, under his breath, and you smiled.
Maybe you were. Maybe it was your son, filling you with his moonlight. Or maybe it was Nico, his heart and soul melding with yours.
Perhaps you hadn’t been running from your werewolf boy, after all. You’d been running from your fate and your future. Delaying the inevitable.
notes: smut, afab!reader (reader is referred to as a girl), car sex, brother's friend trope, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), dirty talk, praise
a/n: been on a long stretch of writer's block but mechanic!jju was on my mind....he really isn't doing much fixing up in this but hey he fixed reader's pu—[divider by cafekitsune]
"shit."
you turn the key in the ignition again, praying hard under your breath as your car splutters back to life. it revs, runs for a bit, then ultimately dies.
a groan escapes you, the back of your head banging against the seat's headrest. you survey your surroundings, trying to come up with a solution to the worst possible problem that could have presented itself to you at this moment.
you're parked outside the grocery store, the bag containing the essentials you came for sitting forlornly on the passenger seat. you didn't even come for the important stuff; just some toiletries and spices that you happened to run out of in the past week. it could have definitely waited another day, and definitely after you got your car looked at.
the hulking piece of metal had been difficult for quite some time now. you know you should have taken care of it sooner, but life happens, and procrastination is a drug.
you try again, turning the key over and over, but to no success. you let out a heavy sigh as you grab your phone from the middle compartment.
you open your contacts and immediately dial your brother.
"fuma!"
you don't even wait for him to respond.
"look, i'm stuck at the grocery store. my car just died on me—don't laugh!—but i don't have any other way back to my apartment. i know you live, like, thirty minutes away, but can you please come pick me up? i'll call the mechanic tomorrow or something, but it's past business hours so i can't really do anything now."
your brother chuckles on the other end of the phone. "is this the grocery store near the mall?"
"yes," you respond.
"okay, cool. i'm not home, though," fuma teases. you can hear the shit-eating grin he has on his face.
"you're such a fucking asshole sometimes," you complain. "what now? do you know anyone who can come get me? all my friends have stuff tonight."
"actually, i do. my roommate is at the mall, last i checked. you remember euijoo, right?"
you nearly choke on your own spit.
of course, you remember euijoo. how could you forget your brother's totally tall, totally handsome, totally hot, charming, and sweet roommate?
you've only been over at fuma's place a handful of times, but every time, euijoo would just happen to be home, too. he never stayed around for too long unless invited, like that one time when you and fuma stayed up the night before a flight back home, killing time by playing video games.
you totally didn't show off your gaming skills in hopes of impressing euijoo. definitely not.
"yeah," is all you say into the receiver. "i remember euijoo."
"i'll tell him to pick you up," fuma says. "now, say thank you and that i'm the best big brother ever."
"thanks, but i can't quite hear the rest of what you just said. bye!"
you hang up and run a hand through your hair.
you are absolutely fucked.
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"hi, ______. you alright in there?"
you feel your palms sweat as you step out of your car. euijoo is parked up right next to you, peering out his passenger side window from the driver's seat. you try not to ogle at the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie and his exposed forearms.
"yeah," you answer as calmly as you can. "was getting a bit antsy, though. and a bit thirsty."
euijoo grins, killing his engine before getting out of his car as well. he saunters over to you and you immediately feel yourself shrinking as his taller and broader frame approaches.
"so, what's up with your car? maybe i can take a look." euijoo gestures towards your sedentary vehicle. you shrug.
"it's been acting up the past few days. i think i need to have the oil changed," you say, heat creeping up your face. it was embarrassing enough that you had to be rescued, and now you're sounding like you know fuck all about cars.
"can you pop the hood open for me?" euijoo asks, already walking over to the front of your car.
you can pop my hood open, if you get what i mean.
you blink, nodding dazedly. you reach into your car to open the hood.
euijoo lifts the metal flap open, leaning over the inner workings and machinery. he peeks at various spots around your engine, making noises and muttering to himself. finally, he pops the oil cap loose, peering inside.
"i can't really tell from here, but i can sure smell burning oil," euijoo says with a chuckle. "if you think you need to change it, then maybe you do."
your cheeks heat up even more.
"yeah, i know," you admit. euijoo smiles as he walks over to your driver's side door.
"may i?" he asks. you nod, letting him slip into the driver's seat.
euijoo turns the key in the ignition, and the engine starts up for a few seconds before dying again. the burning oil scent he pointed out permeates even more strongly. euijoo hops out, getting on his hands and knees to peer under the vehicle.
"i can't do anything without lifting the car with a jack. you don't happen to carry one around with you, do you?" euijoo straightens up, wiping his hands on his jeans.
you swallow as you follow the movement, his arm veins even more prominent now.
"no," you admit. "i really should have listened to fuma when he told me it wouldn't hurt to have a portable one on hand..."
euijoo chuckles and you feel your knees nearly buckle at the sound.
"sorry i can't fix it for you," euijoo apologizes, running a hand through his hair.
the red suits him way more than you care to admit.
"it's okay," you say. "thank you for picking me up. it's more than i could ask for myself."
"well, good thing it's your brother who asked," euijoo responds, winking.
"can i drive you home and get you dinner instead?" euijoo adds, his lips settling into a boyish grin.
you stumble over your words for a bit before a hesitant 'sure' falls from your lips.
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your stomach hurts.
it's dark outside, the space feels a little too cramped, and your palms are sweating even more from being this close to euijoo, and your stomach fucking hurts.
it hurts so much from laughing, something you didn't expect to happen when you got into euijoo's car over an hour ago. but here you are, trying to recover as another peal of laughter rips out from both of you.
the wrappers and trash from your drive-thru dinner lie by your feet, neatly collected by euijoo. his smile was oh-so-warm as he offered you wet wipes and alcohol to clean off after your meal. you swore you could have kissed him right then and there. you had asked if you could eat in his car instead, not wanting to part so soon, and euijoo, the gentleman he is, readily agreed.
now, you're parked in an alley close to the restaurant, the time long forgotten as you and euijoo hopped form one topic to another.
"i don't even know what we're laughing about anymore," you admit, trying to keep your breathing under control. you peer over at euijoo and he has tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.
"it started when you brought up your brother," euijoo says, coughing as he tries to clear his throat. "then i told you about the time he brought a girl over, completely forgetting he had his bright red pokémon underwear on."
a cackle escapes you, and all your valiant attempts at calming down go straight out the window.
"stop, stop, stop—," you gasp and giggle, reaching over to smack euijoo's arm.
euijoo catches your wrist as the two of you laugh like little schoolkids. you try to yank your arm back, but he keeps a tight grip.
"you stop," euijoo says accusingly, pulling you closer by your arm. his cheeks are dusted red and his hair is tousled and you feel your heartbeat pick up.
you playfully hit him with your other hand.
"stop what?" you ask, the mirth dying in your throat as you notice euijoo still holding onto you.
"i don't know," euijoo mumbles, letting both your hand and his drop to his lap.
you barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears.
"stop being so funny. and pretty."
you gape at euijoo, trying to figure out if you heard him correctly. his head is laid against the back of his seat, his gaze fixed on you. he starts to toy with your hand, tracing the lines of your fingers, his skin warm against your knuckles.
"you think i'm pretty?" you ask in a whisper.
euijoo nods. "yeah. of course, i do."
he straightens, leans over the center console.
"you won't tell your brother, right?"
your eyes widen and your jaw slackens just a bit. euijoo's eyes trail over your face, stopping right at your parted lips. you inhale, forcing your voice into a semblance of steadiness.
"tell him what?" you ask.
euijoo smirks, one corner of his mouth lifting.
"about this."
he leans and your lips meet in a tentative kiss. but underneath the uncertainty, there's a buzz that jolts you both closer. your mouth moves against his, and it's restrained, a fraction of what you truly desire.
your hand comes up, fingertips grazing euijoo's jaw, and this is what breaks him open.
you gasp as euijoo leans even closer, his hand curling around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. he licks into your mouth and a moan escapes you.
"finally," eujioo mumbles against your lips. "been wanting to do this for so long."
he pulls away briefly, smoothly adjusting his seat as far back as it would go. you take this as your cue as you heave yourself up, euijoo's hands coming up to grip your waist. he guides you over the center console, maneuvering you down onto his lap.
"there we go. good girl," euijoo says, adjusting his hips beneath yours. he's already sporting a semi, its weight pressing against your core.
"fuck," you mutter. "don't say that."
"what? you don't want to be my good girl?" euijoo asks, eyes wide in question.
you can't help the whimper that escapes you.
eujoo grins before kissing you again. he bucks up between your legs and you whine, grinding yourself down on him.
it's like a switch had flipped; your bodies move seemingly on their own accord, rocking against each other. the friction against your aching clit, amplified by your underwear and the layers of clothes send shockwaves through your entire body. it doesn't help that euijoo is emitting the most attractive sounds you've ever heard.
"god," he says. "you feel so fucking good."
euijoo is now rock solid under you, his cock straining against his jeans. the rough material of his pants is heavy compared to the flimsy fabric of your sweats, so every thrust of his hips up is a bolt of pleasure.
"can i put it in?" euijoo rasps, already reaching down to his belt.
you nod, undoing the strings of your own sweatpants. after some difficulty, you manage to lift yourself up enough to wiggle out of them, leaving you in your soaked underwear. euijoo has freed himself from his pants, pushing them and his underwear halfway down his thighs.
"want to hear you say it," euijoo whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"please," comes your instant reply. "need you inside me."
euijoo yanks your underwear to the side, patting your thigh.
"come on, then. put it in."
you bite your lip, obliging him. you push yourself up on your knees, grabbing euijoo's hardened cock in your hand. he hisses as you guide it towards your entrance, the tip brushing against your needy cunt.
the moment you sink down on him, it's as if all your senses ceased to function. euijoo curses, his hold on your hips nearly bruising. you don't want to waste any more time, so you swivel your hips forward, then back, a strangled moan leaving euijoo's lips.
"yeah, ride me, baby," eujoo breathes out, head thrown back. his hands never leave you, his fingers digging into your flesh. the way he roughly pulls you back down to him in time with your movements has your spine tingling.
neither of you lasts very long, and that's to be expected. you're panting in each other's mouths, kisses turned sloppy. euijoo wraps his arms around your midsection, his hips now moving on their own as he attempts to shallowly fuck up into you.
"euijoo!" you cry out, clutching at his shoulders as he ruts into you. you can feel yourself clenching, right on the precipice of release.
"cum with me," euijoo pleads. "come on, need you to cum with me."
a few more thrusts and your whole world unravels. your vision turns white and the air is ripped straight out of your lungs. your orgasm comes in waves as euijoo grunts under you, keeping you still as he cums deep inside.
the air inside his car is still for a few moments as the two of you try to catch your breath. the peace is quickly upended, though, when your phone starts to vibrate on the passenger seat where you left it.
you reach over to snatch your phone up, and your whole body tenses when you read the caller ID.
"fuck, it's my brother," you say, staring at your screen.
euijoo leans forward, kissing behind your ear and making his way down your neck.
in which maki's photos make you feral and he loves to give you what you want. or - the one where you beg maki for back shots.
wc: 2k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), maki is rough and dominant, blow job, rough sex, doggy style, creampie, daddy kink, minors do not interact!
You stared at Maki's photos way longer than you would care to admit. You weren't sure what had gotten into him - being a whole thirst trap out of the blue. Once you'd finally picked your jaw up off the floor, you texted him.
Are you busy?
And his reply came back in a few seconds. Never too busy for you, baby.
You bit your lip, fighting a smile at the pet name. You and Maki were in a weird place at the moment; out of your minds in love, but his schedule brought out the worst in you both.
Fights that turned into shouting matches. Butting heads over the smallest, dumbest things. Crying yourself to sleep after going days without seeing him.
Maki was just as frustrated, but he didn't let it show as much as you did. He just tried to keep a handle on you as much as he could.
Little did he know, he had complete control over you.
You would drop to your knees for him with just a look of his sharp eyes. He could say, "bend over," and you'd fold yourself over the nearest surface. Just one hint of his cologne and the scent that was purely him and you were already stripping out of your panties.
So it came as no surprise to you that your next text to him read, Please come over on your lunch break and fuck the shit out of me.
Maki was all too quick to type back, omw.
Waiting for him was torture even though you just knew he was speeding to your apartment fast enough to break the sound barrier. The longer you sat in the silence, the wetter you got, wondering how he was going to take you.
Maybe he'd pop your legs around his waist and fuck you against the wall. Or get your ankles on his shoulders and thrust in so deep you'd scream his name for all to hear. But the mental image you liked most was the one of you on hands and knees, Maki's fingers digging into your hips as he took you like a bitch in heat.
Instead, you ended up with a throat full of dick.
Maki peered down at you, his hand heavy on your throat, easing his painfully hard cock in and out of your mouth. "Teeth," he scolded, thrusting in deeper, making you gag.
You did as told, pliant underneath him, on your back on the couch as he straddled you. Saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, slower than the tears streaming down your cheeks each time he hit the back of your throat. Your chest rose and fell quickly, stealing air through your nose as you squirmed.
It went without saying the pulsing between your legs was unbearable. Maki using you always made you gush until your panties were soaked. You held onto his thick thighs and focused on sealing your lips around his perfect dick, never taking your hazy eyes off his handsome face.
"Good girl," Maki praised, smirking when you lurched as he buried his cock in your mouth. He was already plotting, picturing you on your knees taking all of his length in your pussy, your cries of pleasure filling the room, but fuck did he love using your mouth, knowing how it made your walls clench on nothing.
You made a little noise, so turned on when he said that to you. You'd sell your soul to please him.
Maki fisted his hand in your hair and pumped his dick fast and hard in your mouth, making lewd noises pour out of your throat before pulling his cock free. You gasped loudly, letting your hands fall to your sides, palms up, demonstrating to him that you were totally and completely submissive to him.
"Fuck, I need to fill your pretty little cunt with cum," Maki taunted, grabbing your legs and spreading you apart for him.
You smoothed your hands up his arms and said, "I want it from behind."
Maki arched a brow. "Did I ask what you want?"
You glanced down, watching him rake his stiff cock against your folds, teasing over your clit and sending a shiver through you. "Please, baby. I'll do anything."
Maki met your eyes and smirked mischievously at you. "I like when you beg," he said in a low voice. Snaking his hands up your body, he palmed and kneaded your breasts, toying his thumbs over your nipples. "Beg me like you mean it."
You were just a creature of want and need. In your sweetest, most pathetic tone, you begged, "Please..., I'll take it all day, all night. I'll be your cum slut. I'll let you knock me up. Anything you want, just put me on my knees and fuck me till I come. Please, Daddy."
Maki's pupils went so wide his irises almost disappeared. "Well, fuck, baby," he sighed with delight. "You're gonna get exactly what you want."
Before you could say another word, Maki flipped you over like you weighed nothing. His hands were rough and harsh as he steered you into position, spreading your thighs with his knee. He turned your head and pushed you into the back of the couch, instead of face first. Very considerate of him to keep in mind that you needed to breathe.
Your feet hung off the edge of the sofa and you gripped the cushions tightly in your hands just as Maki pinched your hip firmly and steered his cock into your entrance, filling you to the brim in one slow stroke.
The hand in your hair keeping you pressed against the couch got meaner, like Maki needed an outlet for the hot grip of your pussy. A deep growl came out of him and he hissed, "Fuck you and this tight cunt, baby. Shit."
"It's yours," you whimpered, eyes rolling at just how deep he was in the pit of your stomach. As if your body was acting before you could stop it, your shifted your hips back to make sure every inch of him was in you.
Maki let go of your hip just long enough to reel his hand back and slap your ass, sending a loud smack echoing through the room. "Don't do that," he warned, thrusting his hips forward sharply, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.
You whined again, the sound turning into a moan as he started pumping his cock inside you, your back instinctively arching.
"Those pics were for you, by the way," Maki said, settling into a steady pace, his grip on your hair and your hip merciless.
"I know," you panted, a little devilish smile playing at your lips.
Maki snickered darkly. "I knew you'd get wet, my pretty slut."
You nodded as best you could with his fist in your hair, your cheek still pressed into the couch cushion. You staggered out another moan and whispered, "Just for you."
"Good girl."
Your whole body shook as he bottomed out, a combination of his words and him filling you. You cried his name, wondering how the fuck he could feel so good. You never thought you'd let someone manhandle and fuck you the way he did. You weren't kidding when you said you'd let Maki do whatever he wanted to you.
Because he knew exactly how to dance on the line. Never going too far, just right to your limit.
"You feel so good, baby," Maki groaned, like he'd read your mind. "Fuck, what do you do to me?"
"It hurts so good, Daddy," you told him, gripping the couch for purchase, your walls stretching around his big cock. You wanted to squirm or bounce against him, anything that would get him even deeper, as if that were possible. But you dared not move, not when he was fucking you for all you were worth.
Maki picked up the pace, his hips colliding into your ass, your velvet cunt sucking him back in. He shook his head, in disbelief that you took him so well - everything he had to give you.
"I'm so close," you said, your voice barely a whisper.
"Beg me for it."
You couldn't think. You could hardly breathe. Your pussy clenched on his cock like you were going to drain every last drop out of him. "Please come," you whispered, your eyes hooded. Little sounds spilled from your parted lips as he gloved his length in you, hitting your sweet spot, making your toes curl. "I wanna come with you."
Maki groaned, biting his lip. "You're so perfect, baby. Only wanna come when I do, right?"
"Yes," you said without missing a beat until you were chanting it.
"Look at you creaming all over my dick," Maki purred, finally letting go of your hair to get both hands on your waist, drilling into you like he had every intention of fucking you stupid.
The room filled with the slapping of skin against skin, Maki's shameless grunts and groans, and your pitiful whimpers, which pitched higher and faster until your toes curled and a vicious shudder went through your body, your core clamping down on Maki's cock to the point his thrusts fell out of rhythm.
Your vision went fuzzy and you writhed on the couch, as if your body was trying to throw back to take more and escape his strokes at the same time. You could hear Maki say, "Don't run from it," but your ears were ringing.
Just as you hit the peak, Maki slammed into you with ruthless need, lasting only a few more thrusts before painting your walls with his cum. Your eyes rolled when you felt him filling you, your jaw slack, and your loud, labored breaths syncing with Maki's.
Maki held onto your waist for dear life as he trembled, pumping every last drop he had into your waiting cunt until he was empty. He fucking loved filling you with his seed, and he couldn't wait to watch it spill from your glistening folds.
He folded over you, his lips on your neck, pressing a tender kiss here and there. He gently brushed your hair aside to leave a kiss on your cheek and then another by the corner of your mouth, his hands roaming your body appreciatively, settling on your breasts and kneading them.
"You fucking own me, woman," Maki said, his cock going soft inside you, but he seemed in no hurry to take it out.
You smiled victoriously.
He may have acted like the dominant, but you both knew who the real boss was.
*a revamped and updated version of the first letterboxd series
this will be a collection of one shots for each member of &team based on different movies.
THIS IS AN EXPLICIT SERIES AND ALL ENTRIES WILL CONTAIN SMUT
director's note: more detailed tags and warnings will be added in each individual one shot
sit back, relax, and grab a bucket of popcorn while you select your movie of choice! 🎬
koga yudai - the proposal (2009)
synopsis: being asked to marry your jerk boss to keep him from getting deported was the last thing you expected to do when you accepted this job. but hey, at least your taste in wedding bands are the same.
murata fuma - the fast and the furious: tokyo drift (2006)
synopsis: fresh from shizuoka, a newbie drifter saunters into tokyo's drift racing scene, wanting to make a name for himself. and maybe snag the drift king's pretty girlfriend in the process.
nicholas wang - scream (1996)
synopsis: it's halloween and the air is buzzing with the eerie, gleeful energy of kids and teens up to no good. it was supposed to be a simple house party, a hangout with your friends where you talk about the mysterious deaths all around town and who's responsible. alas, he's closer than you think.
byun euijoo - death on the nile (2022)
synopsis: invited by your absurdly rich, yet outstandingly generous friend on a river cruise along the nile, you find yourself in no position to decline. things get even more interesting when a handsome young man boards the boat, an unreadable glint in his eye as he looks you up and down.
nakakita yuma - now you see me (2013)
synopsis: you're supposed to be pulling off the heist of your life, and should definitely not be messing around with your colleague. you're the escape artist and he's the sleight. can you escape faster than he can pick your lock?
asakura jo - the phantom of the opera (2004)
synopsis: this is your big break, your entry ticket to the world of theatre. the applause nearly deafens you, the lights blinding your face. but beneath it all, you hear someone singing to you, beckoning you.
shigeta harua - the greatest showman (2017)
synopsis: you have nowhere to turn to and so the circus becomes your home. while the crowds of people fall in love with the dazzling performer you appear to be, the ringmaster's son falls in love with the quiet regality of the woman behind the performances.
takayama riki - kingsman: the secret service (2014)
synopsis: you're here for one thing and one thing only: to secure a coveted spot among the kingsmen. you'd rather drown yourself than allow yourself to be beaten by these sniveling men. but one of your fellow trainees seems to be hellbent on making you crack.
hirota riki - the little mermaid (2023)
synopsis: the land above always held your fascination firm in its mysterious hands. a storm and a bargain later, you find yourself on two legs instead of a fin, looking into the eyes of a man you can never speak to.
*a revamped and updated version of the first letterboxd series
this will be a collection of one shots for each member of &team based on different movies.
THIS IS AN EXPLICIT SERIES AND ALL ENTRIES WILL CONTAIN SMUT
director's note: more detailed tags and warnings will be added in each individual one shot
sit back, relax, and grab a bucket of popcorn while you select your movie of choice! 🎬
koga yudai - the proposal (2009)
synopsis: being asked to marry your jerk boss to keep him from getting deported was the last thing you expected to do when you accepted this job. but hey, at least your taste in wedding bands are the same.
murata fuma - the fast and the furious: tokyo drift (2006)
synopsis: fresh from shizuoka, a newbie drifter saunters into tokyo's drift racing scene, wanting to make a name for himself. and maybe snag the drift king's pretty girlfriend in the process.
nicholas wang - scream (1996)
synopsis: it's halloween and the air is buzzing with the eerie, gleeful energy of kids and teens up to no good. it was supposed to be a simple house party, a hangout with your friends where you talk about the mysterious deaths all around town and who's responsible. alas, he's closer than you think.
byun euijoo - death on the nile (2022)
synopsis: invited by your absurdly rich, yet outstandingly generous friend on a river cruise along the nile, you find yourself in no position to decline. things get even more interesting when a handsome young man boards the boat, an unreadable glint in his eye as he looks you up and down.
nakakita yuma - now you see me (2013)
synopsis: you're supposed to be pulling off the heist of your life, and should definitely not be messing around with your colleague. you're the escape artist and he's the sleight. can you escape faster than he can pick your lock?
asakura jo - the phantom of the opera (2004)
synopsis: this is your big break, your entry ticket to the world of theatre. the applause nearly deafens you, the lights blinding your face. but beneath it all, you hear someone singing to you, beckoning you.
shigeta harua - the greatest showman (2017)
synopsis: you have nowhere to turn to and so the circus becomes your home. while the crowds of people fall in love with the dazzling performer you appear to be, the ringmaster's son falls in love with the quiet regality of the woman behind the performances.
takayama riki - kingsman: the secret service (2014)
synopsis: you're here for one thing and one thing only: to secure a coveted spot among the kingsmen. you'd rather drown yourself than allow yourself to be beaten by these sniveling men. but one of your fellow trainees seems to be hellbent on making you crack.
hirota riki - the little mermaid (2023)
synopsis: the land above always held your fascination firm in its mysterious hands. a storm and a bargain later, you find yourself on two legs instead of a fin, looking into the eyes of a man you can never speak to.
I saw you wrote dom!harua and!!!! It’s so hard to find writers that will write dom Harua just cause he’s so cute and tiny. Anyway I’d love to request more dom Harua! Like what is he like in different aspects of life as your boyfriend, both sexual and day to day. And pls talk abt possessive Harua who bits and nibbles when he’s jealous
so sorry i got to this late but yessss we support dom harua in this household
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harua is a caring boyfriend, point-blank period. he's attentive and is very attuned to your wants and needs. the way he takes care of you isn't just for show, so grand gestures are reserved for very special occasions, but your day-to-day is made easier with him around. he opens doors for you, carries your bag, makes sure you don't accidentally step into puddles (even if he has to lift you, one-handed, mind you). it's fascinating, really, how easily the switch comes to him: one moment he's having an in-depth debate over which brand of blush is better, then the next he's planting a firm hand on your waist, pulling you roughly onto his lap because a guy was looking at you weirdly.
harua in the bedroom, i think, is a different beast altogether. he can have his sweet moments, gentle and full of praise, but this is the man who hates it when things aren't done "properly". he definitely gets a kick out of ordering you around and seeing your desperation when you beg him to give you what you want. but he also knows you love the push and pull, that's why you both enjoy it immensely when you're being bratty, because he gets to put you in your place and you get to have your guts rearranged ten different ways.
BONUS: jealous harua is a MENACE. you're definitely right in thinking that he'd love to leave an indicator that you're his, that only he can make you feel the way you do when he's balls deep inside you.
"did you enjoy messing around with taki?" harua says, a hand clamped over your mouth as he drills into you from behind, driving your hips harshly against the mattress.
you're pinned underneath him, his breathing ragged in your ear. you shake your head in denial, groaning weakly when you feel him ram himself even deeper in you.
you feel a sharp pain in the area where your neck and shoulder meet and your eyes roll into the back of your head. harua's tongue soothes the spot where he just bit you, a satisfied hum escaping him.
— &team’s reaction to you during ovulation. ✮⋆˙ || 4.5k words
summary: ok, so you’re ovulating. how would you let them know? what would you do? how would they know? what would they do to satisfy your need?
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. afab!reader, lots of sex (in every place, in every possible position), breeding kink, consensual free use, unprotected sex, cum licking/eating, oral (m & f receiving), menstrual cycle tracking, mentions of heat/mating cycles, manhandling, biting, spit kink, petnames, pussy slapping, squirting, name calling, etc.
a/n: roughly 400–500+ words per person, so SIGH, i finally felt like i write well for this ask :) thank u anon for requesting this, had so much fun writing this!! more below the cut!!
🪐 koga yudai:
kei knew something was up from the moment he saw your radiant self, how loose and glowy you were as your eyes found themselves peering over towards him a couple times. he catches the way you’re leaning into his embrace when he snakes his arms around your waist or whispers something into your ear throughout the day, and he only then realizes what it truly was— putting two and two together — when you jump him during your nightly shower together. his back is pressed up against the slippery wall, your soapy chest flushed onto his torso as your hand works down between your torso and wraps around his cock, tugging it to life while your lips suck and smooch all over his neck and chest.
“need you, kei..” you huff, watery underneath the shower head, and his head spins when you don’t even allow him to answer back before you’re sinking onto your knees. it’s a pretty sight, but the quick way you’re wrapping your lips around his fat cock has him clutching his pearls. you wanna feel him harden, swell on your tongue. his fingers curl around your soaked locks, cradling your head, until you’re grabbing his wrists and pinning them against the wall right by his sides, keeping him there. “fuck.. baby slow—” his shaky exhale muddled underneath the sprays of water, apparently blocked from your ears too because all you do is the opposite, bobbing your head faster, cheeks bulging from how much you try to take.
your eyes following the perfect line of his body up until they meet with his and he swears he’ll die happy this way, seeing the wild look in your glare, framed by your damp lashes, swollen lips plush around his reddened cock. he can’t help himself as he bucks his hips, putting more force when he realizes you’re allowing him to. your nails dig into his wrist when you feel him twitch against your tongue, load spurting thick and heavy down your throat and spill out the corners of your mouth. “baby, what..” he gasps when you let him go and pull away for a second, falling silent again when you spit out his creamy cum back onto his cockhead and pull him towards you with such strength, nudging him easily between your slippery thighs with the slickness of the soap suds.
“inside, wanna feel you inside.” it’s like you’re in a trance as you hook a leg over his hip and leave it to him to keep you both balanced. he’s still a bit weak from the orgasm you sucked out of him, wobbly and shocked, but fueled by your sudden enthusiasm.. now kei’s grinning behind a lip bite, because knows his night is definitely gonna be long. it finally clicked and that’s what he’ll use to tease you all night. “how many rounds was it last time? think we could break it with a new record?”
🪐 murata fuma:
you didn’t have to say anything, fuma’s the type to already know from the notification of the app buzzing in his phone, reminding him what phase of the cycle you’re in. yet, he doesn’t say anything because he finds it amusing, seeing the clear difference of your attitude, your stamina, your brightened mood. how you think you’re subtle as you stalk him, how you rub up on him a little bit longer than usual, and he’s just watching you, up until you finally break. you can’t help it, he looks so fucking good there with your apron wrapped around his waist, chopping up whatever vegetables for dinner tonight, biceps flexing and back muscles bulging as he moves swiftly around. fuck, you wait till he placed the knife down and get to work. “what are you doing..?”
his deep voice murmurs, feeling you untie and loosen the apron strings, but still freezes to let you do your thing and throw it off his body. it’s like something over came you entirely, and by the time you’re turning him around, he can’t hide the grin sitting on his face when you press him back against the counter and drop onto your knees. “you know what i’m doing. thinking of milking you dry.” you murmur, already rubbing your face on his crotch, feeling the bulge through his grey sweatpants along your lips and humming as you take a whiff of his scent. “gonna help me?” he sighs at your taunt, bringing you back up with a hand around your neck, eyeing you directly to see how far deep you’re already into the arousal brimming within your soul right now. “even if i say no, are you even gonna let me walk away?”
and you both knew the answer to that one, but you make it a mission to get what you want, pushing away everything on that counter to bend yourself over and slip down your underwear passed your ass cheeks. that’s how you ended up getting fucked from behind right in your kitchen, cheek pressed flat against the cold marble counter with his hand gripped over your nape, his hips smacking against your plush ass and his thick cock sedating that need deep inside your being. “harder, fummaaa..” you hiss, gripping the counter edge and covering your own hips from knocking into the sharp edge, bracing for the harder force you asked for.
and when he does provide, your eyes roll from how delicious it feels, how mind numbing it feels when he punches out every breath from your lungs until you’re spasming around his cock. “said you’re gonna milk me dry, huh? so take it.” he huffs a soft grunt, hips faltering as his thick load spurts deep within your clenched walls. you don’t even give him a chance to catch his breath as you’re nudging your ass back against his pelvis for more. “want more. give me more, fuma. fill me.” his grin is almost sinister as he picks his pace up again. yeah, this is gonna be fun for both of you. “don’t worry, i’ll fuck you full.”
🪐 nicholas wang:
ever so attentive, nicholas almost immediately realizes something about you feels completely different, even down to the way you dress yourself. he doesn’t mind it at all, just very curious and observant when it comes to your needs, like always. and matter of fact, he embraces it, encourages it with praising words and purring questions. “what’s gotten you so clingy today, hm?” he hugs you close, wrapping his body around yours tight and rocking you both back into your bedroom after a successful trip to the mall. he’d be unknowingly clingy because of your good mood, not realizing how much it triggers more of your needs and arousal, until he sees it in the way your eyes glide over his entire face. your mind was growing more insane with all the possibilities, with all the ways you can have him. it’s not like you were planning on hiding it..
you can’t hide it, you feel like you were going insane just watching every single detail about your man today, down to the very last detail of what makes him who he is. how he carries himself in public with pure confidence, how his brightness shines no matter where he was in an area, how he shows off his admiration for you with no hesitation. his sharp eyes, drinking you in and assessing your mood. his outfit, hanging loose but tight around all the right muscles. his accessories, jewelry hanging of his ears and neck, rings wrapped around every knuckle of his fingers and belt around his waist. his stance, posture— you were focused on how he effortlessly adjusts himself on every seat he sat on, how easily he manspreads… gives you an idea. you can show him how easy you can be too.
“you.” you spoke softly like your insides werent on fire as you move away, eyeing him as he watches you sit on the bed and shrug off his jacket from your shoulders. “been wet all day for you, nicho.” nicholas visibly stops for a split second before you can see the light finally click in his brain, his grin growing along with the realization. it keeps growing as you’re suddenly both moving like it’s second nature; he’s already shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his pants as you’re shimmying off your pants to turn over and positioning yourself, face down-ass up by the edge. presented. he rambles a series of very important questions whilst you both shuffle around in haste, still always present in his caring nature; “condoms?” “no.. don’t—” “you sure?” “mhhh.. please.” “on the pill?” “yes, nicho just give me your co—” “you sure?” “oh my god, yes—”
“oh, my poor baby’s in heat, isn’t she?” he sighs, finally freeing his already hardened cock and tugging your soaked panties to the side. “was sucking my cock in the fitting room not enough?” he grunts halfway through a harsh thrust, large palm smacking repeatedly against the red hand imprint he left on your ass. he already came deep inside you, but the way you kept fucking back into him told him it wasn’t enough. he was dizzy just seeing how you desperately nudged against his pelvis, slightly wobbling back from the force you used to fuck yourself on him, moaning at the sinful sight of your mixed cum stringing between your ass and his base every time your ass lifts. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in. body’s begging me to claim her," he whines, and you’re whining back. “nicho, keep.. keep going, p-please.” oh and he will, all night long if you desire.
🪐 byun euijoo:
you’d be randomly having your silent reading session together when all of a sudden, you’re plucking out the book in ej’s hands and settling down onto his lap instead. he’s a bit shocked to say the least, but still wraps his arms around your waist with a silent look of confusion, asking what you needed with just his big brown eyes. “euijoo… um..” it’s hard thinking of words to formulate one sentence explaining the disastrous need building up inside you and threatening on oozing out, especially when you’re focused on trying so hard not to start grinding against his broad lap instead. “what happened? what do you need?” he softly coaxes more out of you and just even the gentle way he’s handling this is throwing your mind out of loop.
he looks so good with his rounded glasses on, soft cashmere sweater buttoned up with one loose just for your eyes to lay on his collarbones — theyre begging to be marked already. his low tone so expectant, smoothing your jitteriness into liquid arousal. the waves crashing in you settling down and darkening. “need you,” you spoke so low, a whisper so quiet and cracked, ej had to lean in and raise an eyebrow for you to repeat it again. “need— want your cock, ej.” the bluntness was the one thing that shocked everything around you into silence. until, “ovulating?” he finally asks, smile so soft like he finally put the pieces together after giving you a small quick look over. he understands the inner turmoil you’re feeling, and he even presses the back of his hand over your neck like he can feel you burning out from inside out.
so of course he’s gonna nod, but you’re already shuffling off his lap and settling between his thighs, parting them further open as he settles further into the couch. “you sure you don’t want me to eat you ou— aahhh,” he mumbles when he feels your tongue lick along the vein underneath his cock. doesn’t say more than that other than soft moans when your slick tongue flicks around his sensitive head and your hand wraps where your mouth can’t fit. and after you’ve got him painting your lips and hand with spurting cum, you don’t stop, licking some of it straight from your fingers as you’re shuffling off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. “ohhh.. g-god,” he’s panting as he’s trying to recover, trying to find some words to calm both of you down, but the sight of you smearing some of his cum against your pussy makes him short circuit.
“wait— condoms?” he murmurs instead because he’s finally accepted there’s no way other than this to get you out of this heat, watching you mount him and straddle his hips until you’re sinking onto his cock. “no.. nononono—” “fuck, god, okay okay. use me,” was what he says before you’re shoving your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and his head falls back against the couch cushions at the sensation of your insistent grinding. you do as you’re told, marking up his neck while squeezing out the rest of his cum for your needy self.
🪐 nakakita yuma:
yuma would catch your drift almost immediately and eggs it on too. there’s quite literally only one time you’d subtly show your hunger, wanting him to see it but still trying to hold onto your rational thinking— and that’s during ovulation. he’s seen it before, how you unravel like a snake and wrap around his limbs with such smoothness; he finds himself willingly giving up to your hungry cravings because it’s so rare. loves seeing how you slowly succumb to your biological, physically demand because of him. how you linger longer every time he attempts giving you a peck, prolonging the kisses and adding a bit of licks along his bottom lip. how your hands press against his torso or your fingertips dip deeper beneath his loose waistband when you’re focused on something else entirely, just gravitating towards his body heat.
he looks great, and he’s so calm like he does not know the absolute torture he put you through. because out all of the days of the week, he decided to wear that during the peak day of your ovulation. something deep within you tells you he did this on purpose, that he knew. and it seems like you’re not wrong when he reveals himself or calls you out of your behavior. “need dick?” he murmurs close for only your ears to hear, pulling away to lick his ice cream and he’d half expect to see your eyes wide in shock like normal, but was taken aback when your eyes stayed the same— worse, narrowing even more like you’re already pouncing him in whatever image your mind conjures up.
that’s all he needs to pull you away from your group of friends and make some random excuse for you both to leave. you don’t even make it home, you can’t allow that. mounting him after throwing him against the backseat of his car and he’s grinning widely with sparkles in his eyes like being manhandled was the best thing that could happen to him right now. the space is tight but that won’t stop him from ducking between your legs as you perch yourself onto the middle glove compartment, sucking out all the excess slick that’s been oozing out of you the moment you saw him in his black crop top and loose jeans. “fuck, yuuu.. yuma, so good..” you kept repeating until he had you cumming around his fingers, patting your pussy as your juices squirt out and onto his tongue, making a mess in his car.
and in good old bratty fashion, he teases. “is that all my horny girl wanted? to soak me, mark me with this pretty cunt?” but then he finds himself muffled shut with your hand over his mouth as you bounced on his cock, milking him dry like making him tap out was the only thing on your mind, because that’s actually what is going on. three rounds later, you’re the only one climbing back into passenger seat with a bright smile while he’s still trying to catch his breath in backseat. “wait till we get home, gonna make that pussy even messier.”
🪐 asakura jo:
now usually jo calls you angel or sweetheart, but every time your ovulation is near, it’s like he can’t even utter the words from how sinful you get. an absolute vixen, the completely opposite of what is anything angelic— but that’s what fascinates him, the switch, even when it’s too much to handle (sometimes). he notices right away from the restless you exude when you’re near him; whether it is by the way your thighs press closer together every time he utters a word, or the soft sighs and pout that stays on your lips, or by the way you’re throwing yourself around on the bed and constantly stretching your limbs… like you’re absentmindedly preparing yourself, just in case he says something. “baby..” the tight press of your thighs clamping together doesn’t go by unnoticed, but he still continues, “you feeling okay?” those three words were all that was needed to broke the dam… quite literally.
another thing jo notes: you probably go through more mood swings through your ovulation than any other time, because almost all of your ovulation weeks, something breaks before you reach all the mindless fucking. it kinda makes him panic but he’s grown to get ahold of himself throughout the years, to be there for you when you suddenly burst into tears from how horny you felt. “i’m so fucking horny.. t-there’s something wrong with meeee,” you’d wail, and he’s quick to gather you in his arms with wide eyes. “i don’t wanna be too much..” it can be a bit overwhelming. jo knows you feel like that’s just going to emit onto him, but once he shushes down your cries to tell you it’s okay and that he can and will take care of you, your waterworks turn into ones induced by pleasure instead rather quickly.
“mmhhh, thank you.. thank youthankyouthankyou,” you’re rambling between shameless moans, grinding your hips down onto his cock like you didn’t just take his last load seconds ago, keeping his cum plugged in. he parts himself from your chest, gasping after leaving marks all over your perked nipples, still resting his forehead against your sternum as your hands press him close. “wait, i’m.. sensss…” his words are rough around the edges, voice husky with lust and over usage, throat dry from continuously swallowing down his spit. his hands spread over the entire expanse of your arched back, pressing you close when you suddenly tug his head back to capture his lips.
swallowing each others moans, he struggles keeping up with your kisses until he’s doing nothing but panting into your mouth while you’re sucking on his bottom lip. devouring, disheveling, making him dizzy when your hips buck over and over again. he loses it when you spit your own drool into his mouth, letting it trickle down the corner of his lips and feeling your tongue lick it up once again. “fuck, love, i’m gonna—” he whines, eyebrows twitching and eyes fluttering shut, nails digging into your spine as you feverishly rut against him. “gimme. gimme it, jo. wanna be full of you.” and he does, biting onto your bottom lip to muffle his groans, wrapping his arms around your waist tight to keep you there. yeah, but even after all that, he still calls you his sweetheart.
🪐 shigeta harua:
biting him. harua only notices from the increased tendency of you biting him; since that’s all you do when you’re in that peak of your cycle.. “hmmm, fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he would pant as you’re riding every part of his body, currently bucking against his fingers after making a mess on his still fully clothed thigh. his three fingers had their own pace that was maddeningly slow for you so, you took matters into your own hands... he’s trying to think of all the different things until he saw your hips falter and your body trembling, thighs closing around his wrist and head tipping back. you’re flushed, chest heaving from the shaky gasps that huff out your craned throat — oh. okay, now he understands. there’s something primal rising deep within you and now he understands as he’s trying to push your face away his sore nipples when you’re riding him, hissing when you bite his hand for the nth time like the limb pushing you away was a threat.
he already had teeth marks all over his thighs and hips when you sucked his soul away, more on his neck and now around his chest. the pleasure was immense, a new feeling now that he was on the receiving end of the bites instead of the one usually giving. his moans only riled you up more when he felt your canines sink into his skin, applying pressure. and just because he’s a tease, he’d bite you back with more force, maybe on your cheek during missionary, when he’s hugging you close in a bear hug. where you could feel nothing but his weight press against you and his cock nudge itself deep within your gripping walls and his bunny teeth squishing your cheek.
ovulation. yes, it explains why you brought his hand down your pants after snuggling back into his embrace, sitting between his thighs and resting your head onto his shoulder. his chest vibrates against your back with hums as his fingers play around, tapping your soiled panties before shoving into them as well to feel your slippery skin. they slide in easily, cold rings making you hiss when all you felt was nothing but warm heat between your legs. his other hand snakes around your throat from behind, craning your neck and keeping you fully exposed on the couch while fucks his fingers deeper. “ughh, your.. f-fingers.. so good,” you gasp into his ears and high in the air, hand wrapping around his forearm when his hand squeezes around your neck once. “that’s all your needy body wants?”
he lets go and allows you to pick your head up, letting you answer and look down at where his hand disappears, bulging underneath your waistband. “no, you.. all of you. your mouth, your lips, y-you’re.. so pretty. want you so bad, haru— mmpphhh—” you were mumbling when his fingers suddenly shove into your gaping mouth, and you’re immediately responding back by clamping your teeth around his knuckles. his pained moan, his hips bucking into your lower back, his thighs underneath yours spreading further open, his fingers quickening their pace. “i bet you do. wanna ruin me, don’t you..” he nibbles your earlobe, pressing down on your tongue to feel your back arch in respond to all the stimulants increasing all at once. “my horny girl, i’ll let you. just make a mess on me first.” he gets whiplash at first, but then gives you whiplash until you’re dizzy LOL
🪐 takayama riki:
sometimes your desire can be insatiable but taki has no problem playing up to the part, doesn’t consider it a challenge with the stamina he has himself. when it comes to ovulation week? he feels like whatever hormones or pheromones dripping out of you seep into his skin and make him just as feral, matching your energy almost instantly. he’d watch wildly after coming home to you playing with yourself on the couch, so needy you couldn’t help it while waiting for his arrival, throwing himself onto you when you asks for his help. “such a pretty thing. she’s drooling so much— is it ovulation week?” he mutters, words thick and wet cause of his excess spit swelling at the sight. he just knows because he can feel it too somehow.
“yes, taki, lick me clean?” exasperated. he outright moans as he’s thumbing your lips open, inspecting how much of your slick trickles down your ass before he’s diving his face into the mess. it could be the bottomless desire attacking his mind but taki fucking swears ovulation is the only time he feels your clit literally throbbing against his tongue, always taking a short moment to bask in the feeling with his eyes fluttering shut and a grin stretching his parted lips. it’s your literal heartbeat, twitching against his flattened tongue, quivering when he flicks the tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “hurryy,” you whine and that’s what gets him back to program.
and because having you sit on his face wasn’t enough, later that night you’re shaking him awake to ask if you can have his cock while you’re already shifting off the shorts he sleeps in. you’re the one in charge and he’s more than happy to be there and follow orders, being your outlet. “press there.” his hand applies pressure onto your lower stomach at your whiny request, and he can feel himself bulging underneath the taunt skin of your tummy. he’d let you do whatever even if you don’t know what you want, randomly doing things to dwindle that all consuming ache— such as sinking onto his cock while blandly staring at him like you’re still figuring out what exactly your body desires, shifting through the millions of thoughts in your brain until it picks out the one saying to hop of his cock now and sit onto his face instead.
“wha??” he’s dazed when not seconds after his tongue first swipes over your drooling slit, you’re lifting yourself away from his chasing mouth. he hisses when you mutter, “no i need.. i want— breed me. please?” so sweet, he has to manhandle you onto your stomach and pumps thick loads into your puffy cunt repeatedly because of your continuous soft commands of “one more. one moreonemore.” every single round. “lock me.” you moan, and he grins at your lazy, humming giggle of satisfaction when he applies pressure onto your throat, flexing his bicep and forearm around your neck. “like that?” “fuck, mmyes, like that..” your words are tight yet airy, and taki just can’t help but laugh. you’re truly insatiable together.
🪐 riki mauss:
ok, maki would know because you would immediately warn him. you are the walking epitome of that audio: “HAAAA.. i wanna fuck you so bad right now..” where literally anything and everything he does makes you hawk him down, thinking of ways to get him over or under you. he finds it amusing. even before your ovulation hits, you’re stuck with the underlying simmering heat of your need as your estrogen rises, and sometimes it can get overwhelming to the point where you just need to air it out.. somehow. that’s when he realizes, when you suddenly become bolder with your choice of words, when the hesitation is nonexistent and the filter dissipate into thin air at such random times. maki has grown fond of it, how you’re randomly climbing onto his lap while he’s watching a show or something and — “ovulating.” you inform him briefly, nuzzling underneath his chin until he finally raises it for you to comfortably snuggle into him.
“hmm, yeah?” his deep voice so yum… you hum in response, almost purring when he rubs along your thigh instinctively, your hand shoving up his tank top to rest flat against his beating heart and warm skin. “mhm, it would be fun… if you fold me in half on this couch….” your finger draws circles over his skin.. and that’s what he ends up doing because he can’t say no to you. “you like that? just like this, bunny?” he asks, breathless, as he’s dumping his cum onto your slicked pussy as you’re slumped into the soft cushions, folded and feet high in the air, nodding dumbly as you’re catching your breath. even hours after getting what you wanted, you keep going. “we should make a sex tape.” you randomly said, clear enough for him to side eye you as you saunter passed him in the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. “hello to you too then..”
“hi baby— oh, and maybe post it online or something. we’d probably make like thousands of views.” and he knows it would, so he does just that; records the beautiful view of your ass rippling with each bounce when you’re riding him reversed that night, but keeps it to himself because nobody deserves that view. it’s his to keep. anyways, you get so weird, he fuckin loves it. saying shit like “can i bite your ass?” after smacking it. or, “mhhhgg, your skin tastes so good right now,” after sucking his fingers impulsively. he can’t fight his urge to laugh the next time you’re sauntering around him, his dorky smile on his face when he sees your scheming grin. “makiiiii!” “yesss woman.. what’s on your mind today..” you’re dropping to your knees and his eyebrows raise in amusement as he chuckles, hands raising as yours hook over the waistband of his sweats.
“just curious how you feel when you’re growing on my tongue.” he giggles at your purr, still allowing you to shuffle down his pants, murmuring, “is it that bad this time?” your pout was fake, nodding along with a whine before you’re lowering onto his reddened head. he only says it to tease you, he does not mind it all. not when you’re teasing him back by laughing at how fast his erection grows, pulling away just to point at it with a snicker, all shiny with your spit and reddened with arousal. it only dies down when your need overcomes all other emotions quickly, “ok ‘m done. want you in me now.” and he’s letting you pull him out the chair with his grin still on his face.
btw i KNOW euijoo and jo are hiding their inner freak. the quiet ones are the freakiest and i need your thoughts / opinions.
oh you bet i'm on that freak!euijoo and freak!jo agenda
euijoo i think is a repressed perv in a gentleman's body. it's been established as far back as three years on this blog (you can check lol) that this man has a breeding kink and his dirtiest fantasy is playing that sweet sweet game of russian roulette where he cums inside you and prays you don't get knocked up lol (but secretly hoping you do, either way, it's the risk). i think he gets off on seeing his romantic/sexual partner get flustered over his actions, no matter how mundane and non-sexual it is. i can just imagine this smirk on his face as he realizes that you like being told what to do and/or being physically guided around. he's definitely using that to his advantage later ;)))))
jo on the other hand is someone that you really wouldn't expect to be as freaked out as he is, but he is. someone on twitter pointed out that he has one of the darkest and weirdest senses of humor in the group and i can totally see it, it just gets overlooked by how quiet he is. it could go both ways - he likes being ordered around but he also loves having full control over his partner in the bedroom. he's an obedient sub but a MENACE when he takes over. is a very tactile lover; wants his huge hands on you at all times. caressing, pinching, flicking, twisting parts of you between his fingers until you're crying. hugeeee brat tamer, trust me because it makes sense, doesn't it? he's outwardly shy so he knows what humiliates a person. and he will humiliate you if you step out of line <3
rockstar bf!ej's got you on your knees before the door even locks, his hand fisted in your hair and his gorgeous, metallic-black guitar still strapped across his back.
"open," he breathlessly instructs, and you do, taking him into your mouth while he's half-hard and growing. he tastes like sweat, want and the adrenaline that's coursing through both of you from the explosive show his band put on tonight.
"fuck, look at you," his voice is wrecked already, hips starting to rock in time with the distant chants of his fans refusing to leave, begging him back out for more. "on your knees for me while there's a whole venue of girls out there who'd kill to be in your position."
you pull off with a pop! to cheekily say, "but i'm the one who gets to be here," before taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks.
he groans, the sound rough and desperate and everything that you've been dreaming of. "that's right. you're the only one who gets this. the o-only one who—shit—" you hum around him and his grip automatically tightens. "the only one who knows how to make me lose. my. fucking. mind."
you work him painfully slow until he's fully hard. his thighs are trembling by the time he impatiently hauls you off, a string of saliva connecting your plush lips to his flushed tip.
"up. now," he makes sure to carefully ease you to your feet (always the gentleman) and spins you around, bending you over the cluttered vanity. makeup and setlists scatter as he shoves your skirt up and rips—actually rips—your underwear off.
you gasp, turning around to shoot him a glare. "hey! those were expensive!"
"i'll buy you new ones," he waves off your trivial concern, more focused on his fingers sliding through your wetness. and, good lord, you're already soaked. ej lets out a shameless moan at the sight, "babyyy, you're dripping. this from watching me perform or from thinking about all those girls wanting what's yours?"
"both," you whine into your arm as he pushes three fingers inside, no gradual buildup unlike his usual foreplay. "i've been wet since that guitar solo—mffngh—when you looked at me like you wanted to fuck me right there on stage."
"almost did," he pants as he scissors his fingers, stretching you out. "i wanted to drag you up there, push you down on the amp, and make everyone watch while i took what's mine."
the possessiveness in his voice makes you clench around his fingers. "euijoo—"
"tell me what you want," he curls his index finger and you see stars in the mirror. or maybe that's just the glitter decorating your boyfriend's adorable cheeks. "tell me what those groupies don't get to have."
"wan' you to fuck me like you mean it... wan' you to ruin me... wan'—" you can barely think with his fingers working you open, whimpering while your hips chase for more.
he pulls his fingers out and you're about to complain when you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against you, "yeah, baby? gonna need you loud then. can you do that for me?"
his sweet words are a stark contrast to the way he slams in and you cry out, the fullness intense and perfect. he doesn't let you adjust and starts fucking you with brutal precision, one hand palming your ass, smacking it appreciatively, and the other wrapped around your throat from behind, forcing you to watch in the mirror.
it's absolutely filthy.
"h-hah, look at how you take my cock so prettily," he whispers into the crook of your neck, sucking the sensitive skin there as his eyes meet yours in the reflection. "this what you were thinking about during the show? when i was up there and you were down in the crowd imagining this?"
your eyes roll back at his words, "yesyesyes—fuck—yes—"
"and when those girls were screaming my name, mmffngh, throwing their bras at me, you were standing there knowing y-you're the only one who gets to have me like this," each word is punctuated with a delicious thrust. "the only one who gets to feel me this deep. the only one who makes me this desperate."
his hand leaves your throat to reach around and find your clit, rubbing harsh circles. the other moves to your tit, clumsily getting your band tee and bra out of the way to pinch and pull your nipple. you can tell that your mild jealousy got him extremely worked up. ej did always adore feeling wanted.
"fuckfuckfuck... gonna make you come on my cock where anyone could walk in. the whole venue can probably hear you screaming for me. let them know i'm taken. l-let them know who owns me."
"oh, god, juju—s-shit... you're mine," you blabber incoherently, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "all those girls can look but they don't get to have you."
"t-that's right. all yours, baby," his rhythm gets erratic, harder. "and you're mine, right? gonna fill you up and send you back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs so everyone knows."
the combination of his fingers on your sensitive button and his sinful words and the absolutely punishing pace sends you over the edge. you come with a scream that definitely carries beyond the dressing room, squeezing him so needily he bites down on your shoulder.
"mmffhh you're so tight when you come—g-gonna make me—" he buries himself deep and you feel him pulse inside you, creaming you exactly like he promised.
he stays inside you after, both of you catching your breath, his head resting atop yours while his hands settle on your waist, rubbing soothing circles.
suddenly, maki pounds on the door, "ej! encore! we're on in a minute!"
you giggle at the intrusion. leave it to the youngest to shatter a soft moment. pouting defeatedly, ej pulls out slowly and you feel his cum start to leak down out of your glistening cunt. he sees it too and his eyes go dark again.
"leave it," he stops you when you reach for tissues, discreetly tucking your torn panties into the back pocket of his jeans.
you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "byun euijoo, you're a freak."
"i'm romantic! plus, you love it," he smiles in that disarming way of his as he fixes his clothes and grabs his guitar. you didn't even notice him set it aside earlier, too lost in the pleasure. "come watch from the wings. i wanna see your face when you're standing there with my cum inside you while i play."
"crazy freak," you mumble again, audible enough for him to hear.
"only for you, baby," he slings his arm around your shoulder and kisses you sweetly. "only ever for you."
he heads back out to screaming fans, but everyone know that you're the one he'll come back to after.
the one he'll take home and do this with all over again.
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