. . . thinking about riding on the back of nico’s motorcycle and wrapping your arms around his tiny little waist,, for safety of course. your hands are resting just at the top of his pelvis, your warm body is pressed against his back, and he just cant help but get hard :(( when you palm his cock, and he speeds up. knowing he can’t do anything but drive is making him go crazy. he can’t turn to look at you. can’t take his hands off touch you back. nico doesn’t know what’s going to happen first — he’s either gonna cum or crash the damn bike or both. you’re such a tease!
⤷ in which you drunkenly tease your shy, nerdy neighbor for your own amusement, only to find yourself wanting much more than a reaction out of him
nsfw! use of yn, fem!reader, dom!reader, virgin!euijoo, shy/nerdy!euijoo, mentions of drinking, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m recieving), riding, hints of voyeurism / public sex, not proofread, wc: ~3.3k
you stumble into the communal kitchen inside your dorm building, heels in one hand, keys in the other, mascara slightly smudged in the way you pretend is intentional. your head is buzzing pleasantly from a long night of drinking.
your only goal right now is to make instant ramen without burning the dorm down. so you don’t even notice him at first, standing quietly in front of the kettle. big hoodie. gray sweatpants. round glasses. soft posture. of course he’s making tea.
you only realize he's there when you almost walk into the counter.
“shit,” you mutter, catching yourself, then turning your head.
oh. it’s that boy. the quiet one from your floor. the one who always looks away quickly when you pass by him in the hallways like he's scared of you.
he looks over, and immediately looks like he regrets it. “…hi, y/n.”
god, he’s so awkward.
you grin. “hi there."
you drop your stuff on the counter with far more noise than necessary, tearing open the ramen packet. euijoo keeps sneaking curious, nervous glances. you pretend not to notice... for approximately five seconds.
“so,” you say, leaning back against the counter, watching him openly now, “what's your name again? and how do you know mine...?"
he looks mildly startled, like this interaction has taken an unexpected turn. “e-euijoo, and uhm, we met before...”
"euijoo,” you echo, testing it out. “cute. i'll remember it this time”
his entire body seems to short-circuit at the compliment. it’s incredible. euijoo looks at you like you’ve just descended from heaven.
“so, euijoo,” you continue casually, like this is normal, like you’re not slightly drunk and far too entertained, “quiet night in?"
he glances at the kettle, then back at you, "uh yeah. just making tea."
“i see that,” you say, fascinated. “it’s kind of late for tea, isn’t it?”
he shifts slightly. "it helps me study."
“at two in the morning?”
“..yeah.”
you stare at him for a beat. then grin.
“wow,” you repeat, drifting a little closer to him, “you’re actually real?"
"real? what do you mean?"
“like,” you gesture vaguely, “one of those people who actually does all their assignments and drinks tea and has their life together.”
his expression flickers somewhere between confusion and mild panic. he smiles, shrugs, and avoids all eye contact as he says, "i mean, i don’t really have my life together...”
you laugh. “please. you’re making tea to study on a saturday night, euijoo. i'm just getting home from drinking myself into oblivion. you're already leagues ahead of me.”
your microwave hums behind you. the kettle clicks softly as his water finishes boiling. the tiny kitchen is filled with warmth that feels weirdly intimate. you lean back against the counter again, studying him shamelessly.
“so,” you say, voice lighter, curiosity slipping easily into mischief, “what bars do you usually go to?”
he blinks so hard his glasses shift slightly. “…bars?”
you laugh. it’s almost comical how long it takes him to process the question. “yes, euijoo. bars. those magical places with alcohol and edm music.”
“i don’t really go to bars.”
you tilt your head. “oh? more of a house party guy?”
he shifts his weight awkwardly, forcing a half-smile. "not really.”
of course not.
“no parties?” you ask, mock horror dripping from every syllable. “wow.”
no response. he looked nervous like he was holding his breath.
“wow,” you repeat, then giggle, “you’re actually such a dork.”
“…yeah,” he says quietly, almost like an apology. his ears turn pink. and for some deeply confusing reason, that doesn’t turn you off. it only makes you more curious.
“so what do you do in your free time?” you ask. this was gonna be good.
euijoo wore his anxiety in the tight line of his shoulders. he hesitates like it’s a trick question. “…study. mostly.”
you snort. “pathetic.”
“…and i read sometimes.”
“oh my god,” you grin. “it gets worse.”
and he laughs softly, surprisingly. that made your core flex. you couldn't figure out why.
you watch the way his long fingers curl tightly around his mug and the way he still can’t quite hold eye contact with you for more than a second at a time.
and it’s ridiculous. actually ridiculous. because this painfully shy, tea-drinking, absolutely-not-your-type boy should not be doing anything for you. and yet, there’s something about it. something about the shyness and the softness and the way he looks like he’d cum in his pants if you stepped even an inch closer.
you squint and scan your eyes over every inch of him. why do i find this dork so hot? it makes no sense. you hookup with frat boys, athletes, guys with zero emotional depth. definitely not mr. right's, but you have a brand.
and euijoo... euijoo is standing here blushing because you’re breathing in his general direction. looking at you like you’re something far more interesting than you actually are. and for some deeply irritating reason, it’s working.
you found yourself wanting to know how many layers were hiding underneath all that anxiety. for reasons you couldn't explain, you wanted to be the one to peel them back first.
“god,” you murmur, half to yourself, half to him, “this is so weird.”
he looks alarmed. "what is?”
“nothing,” you say, smiling crookedly. even though it is very much something.
“um, so... rough night?” he asks suddenly.
you raise an eyebrow. “wow. are you making conversation with me, euijoo?”
he looks embarrassed. "sorry.”
“no, don't be sorry.” you say through a laugh. “ but uh, yeah, rough night. went out to the bars just to come home alone at two am.”
you step closer just enough. he smells clean, like laundry detergent and jasmine.
“god,” you murmur, leaning slightly into his space, “you’re so cute. i just wanna—”
you don’t finish the sentence. instead, your hand glides forward and grabs the collar of his hoodie. he freezes.
and there it is. that look. that wide-eyed, slightly dazed expression. you’ve seen that expression before, usually right before things get interesting.
you step even closer. his entire body goes stiff, of course.
“why do you look so nervous, euijoo?” you murmur, barely pretending.
he shakes his head too fast. “i’m not.”
you lean in slightly, close enough now to whisper, breath grazing his ear. he stops breathing.
“you’re very nervous.”
he swallows again like that’s the only motor function he has left.
“...i’m not,” he repeats, voice softer now. a terrible lie.
“no?” you murmur. and instead of pulling away, you stay there. hovering. close. too close. your free hand lifts slowly, coming up to rest on his waist, fingers slowly curling against his hoodie.
“euijoo,” you whisper again, softer this time, almost curious, “is this your first time being this close to a girl like me?”
“…no.” but his voice wavers just a little. and it’s adorable.
your fingers begin to drift lazily from his sleeve… down his arm… slowly, like you’re exploring something that already belongs to you. he visibly tenses, every inch of him hyperaware now.
without breaking eye contact, your hand keeps moving. lower. his breath catches because he knows. because there’s no way he doesn’t know. because your fingers are trailing lower. lower. lower. until they hover right at the waistband of his pants. it's agonizing.
you tilt your head slightly and stare at him. wide eyes, flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted. completely ruined by nothing more than proximity.
“…euijoo,” you murmur softly, fingers barely grazing the fabric, “you’re really bad at lying.”
he doesn’t respond. doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. he just stands there breathing uneven.
you study his face for a second. the panic. the anticipation. the way his gaze keeps flickering helplessly to your lips.
“look at you,” you whisper, almost amused.
still nothing. so you step even closer until there’s barely space left between your bodies. your voice drops, “do you want to kiss me?”
his breath catches audibly, his brain absolutely scrambling for survival, “…i—”
he can’t even finish a sentence, but he’s nodding. you smile softly. “that’s what i thought.”
and then, without dragging it out another second, you kiss him. and euijoo — poor, doomed, completely unprepared euijoo — melts. his body is still stiff as a board, but he's squeezing his eyes shut like this is something unreal happening to him.
it’s almost embarrassing how easily he gives in. how quickly all that nervous tension turns soft beneath your mouth.
you reach and grab his arms to wrap them around your waist. you pull back just slightly, enough to watch him struggle to recover. he looks completely dazed, lips parted, eyes still half-lidded, like you’ve just sent him into shock.
cute. god, it’s so cute.
you reach forward, hands sliding up his arms, then up his chest and up to hook a finger beneath the bridge of his glasses and slide them off slowly. he squints almost immediately, eyes softer now without the lenses between you.
you tilt your head, studying him. somehow, without the glasses, he looked even prettier. his lashes were longer than you expected, framing warm round eyes that kept darting everywhere except your face. he tenses instantly as you stare. of course he does.
“just relax,” you murmur softly, "god, don't tell me that was your first kiss."
he looked away, so nervous you wondered if his heart was beating loud enough for you to hear. "no, i-i kissed a girl in middle school. it was actually a dare but-"
"just shut up," you said. you guide his arms until his hands settle awkwardly at your waist. he hesitates like he’s unsure what to do, so you press closer.
“there,” you whisper, "you can touch me as much as you want. i won't bite, unless you want me to."
and this time when you kiss him again, he kisses back. hesitant at first. nervous. like something in him has finally started to let go. you kiss him harder with no hesitation now. his fingers tighten at your waist. that makes you smile against his mouth. so he does have something in him.
your bodies press closer, his breathing already uneven, already wrecked. and then your hand slides downward, brushing warm skin, moving lower. lower. until they hook lightly into his waistband. his breath catches so sharply it almost sounds painful.
you pause. just for a second. your fingers press slightly, not moving yet, just waiting.
“is this okay?” you ask.
without hesitation, without even pretending to think, he answers. “yes.”
too fast. too breathless. too honest. then, quieter, almost desperate,
“yes… please, just, a-anything."”
you feel heat build up between your thighs at that. dear god, you wanted to badly to finally make him whimper under your touch. to make him forget how to breathe because you made him feel so good. to ruin him so that all he could think about was you.
but then, of course, reality sneaks back in.
“…but,” he adds quickly, “what if someone walks in?”
you grin and lean in close, lips brushing lightly against his ear again.
“don’t worry.” your fingers slip just slightly past the waistband. “that’s what makes it fun.”
maybe its your words or maybe its the way you said it, but something in euijoo breaks. his shaky hands fumble at the waistband of his sweatpants desperately, untying the strings like they were suffocating him. you pull back just enough to watch, a slow smile spreading across your lips as he struggles with the fabric.
his hard cock springs out of his sweatpants, pink, throbbing, and already dripping in precum. its perfectly long and pretty. he glances up at you, eyes wide like he's seeking your approval.
"pretty," you whisper. that earns you a small smile from him, like he was relieved.
with slow movements just to tease him, you kneel down in front of him. you take his full length in your mouth, staring up at him the whole time. he's staring down at you too, mouth widening slowly as he inhales.
"oh my god—" he reaches back to grip the counter behind him, biting his lip to suppress the moans trying to escape his mouth. he chants under his breath, "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god."
cock still stuffed in your mouth, you giggle, and the vibration seems to set him off even more. his legs wobble and he throws his head back. you quicken your pace.
"jesus, you look so pretty." he whines, closing his eyes because if he looks at you like this any longer he won’t survive it. then instinctively grabs a fistful of your hair to try and stop you. you lean back, strings of spit clinging from his dick to your mouth.
"hm? gonna cum already?"
his cheeks turn redder than before. "well... yeah. sorry."
you stand up, giggling again. so fucking cute.
"i like it." you tell him, "you're so sensitive. makes me want to touch you more. see just how good i can make you feel."
euijoo looks completely undone, panting. without breaking eye contact, your fingers slide to the hem of your shirt. you peel the fabric away slowly, deliberately, fully aware of what you’re doing to him. there’s something almost intoxicating about the way he watches like the simple act of you undressing is far more overwhelming than anything that’s happened so far.
"s-should i,” he asks quietly, voice rough, uncertain, “lock the door?”
you pause, jeans halfway off. “what, you scared someone might see?”
his expression tightens instantly. because yes. obviously yes. but he still glances toward the door. still torn between panic and you.
“no one’s coming in here at this hour.” you lean in, close enough that his attention snaps right back where you want it. you pull your jeans off completely. “and even if they were…”
you step closer, brushing lightly against him. euijoo doesn’t look away. he can’t. his eyes track every motion with a kind of helpless intensity, breath already uneven before the fabric even begins to fall.
then your panties hit the floor. the silence that follows is almost deafening. euijoo shudders.
“i don’t think you’d stop me.”
his hands twitch at his sides. “…i—”
but whatever thought he was trying to form disappears the second you touch him again. you grab his broad shoulders and mumble, "stand behind me."
you turn around and position yourself at the counter, hands planted on the cold marble. you lift the back of your shirt so that he can easily access you. he gently rests his hands on your bare ass, hesitating.
"are you sure?" he asks, "i... i've never done this before."
"i'm sure as long as you're sure," you say as you look over your shoulder at him, "i don't care that you're a virgin, euijoo."
he nods, "i really want to. you're b-beautiful. i just don't want to disappoint you. i don't know what i'm doing..."
there’s something painfully sincere in the way he says it.
“disappoint me?” you repeat softly, turning around fully now to face him again. he has no choice but to look at you.
your fingers lift, resting lightly against his jaw. his skin is soft and glowy, not a blemish in sight.
“the fact that you’re this nervous?” your thumb brushes slowly against his skin. “is already getting me off.”
his eyes widen. “…really?”
“i‘ve always wanted to be someone’s first… corrupt them… you want that, don’t you?”
“…i do. badly.”
you smile softly against his lips. “then you’re not disappointing me. not even close.”
and then you kiss him again, slow this time, but infinitely more dangerous. without breaking apart, you gently lead him to the table and push him into a chair. you're straddling him, your dripping pussy dangerously close to his cock now.
"just let me guide you, okay?" you say. he nods quickly.
you shift your hips forward slowly, letting your hands rest against his warm chest. his breath shakes the second you settle onto his cock, his entire body tensing beneath you. you settle down onto him inch by inch.
every small shift seems to send another visible wave of sensation through him. he lets out the faintest whimper, his grip tightening on your waist. his eyes flutter shut for a second before snapping back open, like he can’t decide whether this is too much or not enough.
"that feels so good," he groans.
"yeah?" you can feel your tight walls squeezing around him. "you want me to go all the way down, don't you?"
"yes... yes, please," his head leans back when you do. then, you bounce, and god, the face he makes, totally giving into you, only makes you wetter.
you go faster, the sensation rolling through your entire body and stealing the air from your lungs in quiet, uneven breaths.
his fingers are digging into you now, "oh my god, i don't think i can last much longer, but..."
your rhythm falters for a second, "but what?"
"but i don't wanna stop yet." he says honestly.
pure, unfiltered want.
a small smile curves across your lips, touched with something that almost feels like affection.
“yeah?” you murmur quietly.
“yeah,” he breathes.
your pulse spikes instantly.
“good,” you whisper. “i’m not done with you yet.”
"can you... go back to the counter? the way you were before? i want to try that." he asks sweetly, licking his lips. that earns a smile from you. he was warming up to you. you wish he'd tell you every dirty thought he had, every burning fantasy he'd been dreaming about trying. you oblige, standing and leaning on the counter again.
he comes behind you, positioning himself, holding onto your hips as a guide. you hear him take a deep breath.
and then... he slides into you. you gasp immediately. it feels even better, the angle hitting you deeper. he stalls for a moment, getting used to the sensation.
then, he ruts himself into you. its desperate and a little uneven, but that's what makes it so much better. maybe he doesn't have a clue what he's doing, but all he knows is he wants you so bad.
"yeah, just like that," you coo.
he goes faster. the delicious sounds of your skin slapping begins to fill the room over both of your moans. it sounds like he's trying to say something, but it all comes out as breathy, strained grunts.
he presses his chest flat to your back and wraps his arms completely around your torso. the sudden closeness sends warmth flooding through you as he clings onto you. euijoo buries his face against your shoulder, breathing you in like he can’t quite get enough of you.
"fuck, euijoo, you're gonna make me cum," you say, oddly proud.
"really? do i keep going?" he asks like he's genuinely surprised.
"yes. god, yes, shut the fuck up and keep going." your back arched further with each strained word. that makes his pace quicken even more. he's pounding into you with a certain hunger that you didn't know he had in him.
"just a little— ahh," your words dissolve into moans, your back arching as the sensation peaks without warning. every nerve in your body lights up with a sharp, pulsing intensity that feels almost impossible to contain. euijoo’s name falls from your lips in a broken whisper.
just after you reached your climax, he pulls out frantically, whimpering loudly as his cum spilled out onto the floor between your legs. for a moment, he breathes hard while he's resting against your back and takes it all in.
then, euijoo slowly opens his eyes, like he’s afraid it was all just a dream. his arms are still wrapped tightly around you. his chest rises and falls unevenly against your back, fingers still slightly tense.
“…holy shit,” he whispers softly like his brain is still catching up to reality. “that was…” he trails off, clearly unable to find a word big enough.
“…good?” you murmur softly.
euijoo nods instantly. he breathes out, “good. really good. did... did you like it?"
you couldn't help but laugh, "was my orgasm not proof enough? yes, euijoo, you weren’t as pathetic as i thought you’d be."
you slither around to face him, then melt into his chest. his embrace is warm and strong and sweeter than you expected.
"o-okay. that’s good," his arms tighten around you again like he has absolutely no intention of letting go anytime soon.
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