i can’t stop thinking about the boy i was all over in the club last night. i can’t remember how we met but i know we made out for like an hour. it it bad that i found it really hot that he was a year younger than me and had an accent? i couldn’t stop imagining that he was taki as he ran his hands up my skirt and when i wrapped my arms tight around his neck. at one point, i accidentally spilled some of my drink down his neck and he moaned into my ear,,, it was so pretty. i wish we had gone home together :(((((
&team’s lyrics are so much sexier than the translations convey. example, in deer hunter 手に入れるまで is translated to ‘until i get it’ but it literally means ‘not until its put into my hands’ like yes its even more poetic and intimate somehow
⤷ in which you've dumped your boyfriend, only for him to show up at your doorstep on his knees with gifts and absolutely no dignity left... and against your better judgment, you can't help but think it's a little hot.
nsfw! use of yn, hints of angst, afab!reader, sub!yuma, exes, absolutely down bad!yuma, dom!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), wc: 2.5k
your apartment had been quiet ever since you'd broken up with yuma three days ago.
at first, you'd appreciated the quietness after you blocked him on every platform. you’d thought, finally, no constant buzzing from your phone, no desperate apologies lighting up your lock screen every ten minutes, no voicemail notifications piling up because he'd thought maybe this message would finally be the one that got you to answer.
it had taken every ounce of self-control for you not to unblock him, not because you weren't still angry (you were), but because you knew yourself well enough to know that if you saw one more "please baby, can we just talk?" then you'd forgive him before he'd actually learned his lesson.
so you'd left him blocked. you told yourself that was what you wanted even if, every now and then, you'd find yourself glancing at your phone out of habit before sighing and remembering there wasn't going to be anything waiting for you.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, but missing him didn't erase how much he'd hurt you. if he wanted another chance, he was going to have to work for it.
on the fourth day, you'd just settled onto the couch with plans to watch sex and the city for the milllionth time, when a knock sounded from the front door.
hm. you weren't expecting anyone.
another knock followed a few seconds later, softer this time, almost cautious, like whoever was standing outside was starting to regret coming.
with a sigh, you threw your blanket to the side and got up anyway, walking across the apartment without much urgency. maybe it was a package that needed a signature. maybe one of your neighbors was hoping to borrow some sugar. whatever it was, you wanted to deal with it and get back to doing absolutely nothing.
you unlocked the door and pulled it open, and your entire train of thought came to a screeching halt at what was in front of you.
"...you have got to be kidding me."
there, directly outside your door, was yuma.
on his knees.
for a solid few seconds, you wondered if you were dreaming this up, but no. nakakita yuma was actually, genuinely, undeniably both knees down on your welcome mat.
he had willingly shown up to your apartment, dressed handsomely even though he like he'd barely slept in days, holding an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers while kneeling on your welcome mat like he was about to beg for forgiveness.
his head slowly lifted when he heard your voice. he stared up at you through his fluffy bangs with big, puppy eyes that almost made you feel bad for him.
"...yn, baby," he said quietly, offering you a small smile that looked more hopeful than confident.
you blinked at him. then at the flowers. then back at him again.
"are you seriously doing this right now?" you asked with a sigh.
he nodded once. "yeah."
"you're literally on your knees?"
"i know. i just want you to know that i'm so sorry, baby."
you couldn't believe the sight of it. this was the same man who carried himself with enough confidence to light up a whole room, and somehow he'd ended up kneeling outside your apartment looking like the world's most lovesick idiot.
"you look pathetic." you said, rolling your eyes and swinging the door shut. but before it closed, yuma pushed against the door.
"please," he said desperately, head dropping, posture spent, "please just let me talk to you."
you stared at him for a long moment. truthfully, you couldn’t help but feel thrilled at the sight in front of you, though you should’ve been annoyed. you stepped back just enough to leave the door cracked open.
"you've got five minutes."
“thank you,” he took a careful breath, hands holding the tops of his knees like he was about to pray, "look, i know i screwed up."
you crossed your arms, "yeah, you did."
"i wasn't there when you needed me. i kept telling myself my schedule would slow down. i kept asking you to wait. and eventually... i asked too many times. you deserved so much better than that.”
you listened. every word admitted hurt.
"but i love you." he looked straight at you. "i've loved you through every stupid meeting, every late night, every flight home. i just forgot to show it. i’m so sorry, yn."
your chest tightened.
you wanted this to be enough. you wanted to forgive him. you wanted him to hug you so badly it almost made you angry.
but you shook your head.
"...this doesn't change anything. you apologized, but i'm still hurt."
your words landed like a punch. he nodded solemnly, "i’m trying to fix it."
you looked away, and said under your breath, "a little too late."
but yuma heard it loud and clear. he looked at your face for one desperate second before something in his expression shifted to panic.
"...wait." he hurriedly reached inside his jacket, "here."
you frowned, "what are you doing?"
"just- please," he pulled out a thick white envelope and practically shoved it toward you, "take this."
"...yuma."
"please, baby."
it was infuriating how handsome he looked swallowing his pride.
you reluctantly accepted it, "what is this?"
the weight of the envelope caught you off guard. you opened it, and your eyes widened.
"...cash?"
he nodded immediately, "a lot. i emptied my savings.”
"why are you giving me this?"
"it's yours."
you stared at him blankly. "...you're trying to buy my forgiveness?"
"no. i know i can't." he shook his head over and over, "i know i can't, but if you never forgive me, at least let me leave knowing i gave you everything i could."
you hated how your heart squeezed because he looked so completely beside himself. yuma simply looked up at you, waiting, like your next word would decide whether he could breathe.
then, he carefully wrapped his hands around one of your legs and lifted it in the air in front of him. his touch was featherlight as he trickled his fingers up and down, like he was memorizing the softness of your skin. you couldn't fight the shiver that ran up your back.
he looked up once more, silently asking. you didn't pull away. he bowed his head, his lips brushing a gentle kiss against your shin, then another against your knee. soft. careful.
every kiss was an apology he couldn't quite put into words. and every kiss slowly chipped at your resolve.
his voice barely rose above a whisper, "...just tell me what you need. tell me how to fix this. tell me to wait, i'll wait. tell me to leave, i'll leave. tell me to start over, i'll spend every day earning you back."
he rested his forehead lightly against your leg suspended in air, “i’ll do anything you want me to, baby. please just take me back."
you bit the inside of your cheek because the truth was that you were already halfway to forgiving him.
you were just making him work for the other half.
you looked down at him, still leaving small, desperate kisses on your ankle. it was such a pitiful sight.
"you're so embarrassing,” you said, sighing, “look at you. you're actually begging."
"if it gets you back,” he gave the smallest nod, "i don't really care."
you let the silence hang between you for another few seconds, mostly because you enjoyed watching him squirm.
"well, don't think this fixes everything. you're going to have to earn my trust back." you warned, snapping your leg back and shifting your weight to one side as you crossed your arms at him.
"i know. i will."
"and if work starts coming before me again–"
"it won't." he answered so quickly that you didn't even finish your sentence. there wasn't a shred of hesitation in his voice. "it won't happen again."
you studied him for a moment. he looked exhausted and defeated. his knees were probably killing him. his flowers were lying forgotten on the floor. all of his pride stripped away just to please you. another sigh escaped you.
"come in." you said, already turning and walking back into your apartment without waiting, knowing he’d follow promptly.
he blinked. "me? come inside?"
"who else?" you called over your shoulder.
he scrambled to his feet, not bothering to take the flowers with him as he stepped into your apartment after you. "so does this mean you're taking me back?"
"not yet."
he froze in the entryway, staring as you took your seat on the couch once again like this wasn't a big deal. you tossed the envelope of cash onto the coffee table carelessly.
you continued, “i think you've earned the chance to prove you're serious.”
yuma looked confused. he followed you carefully, but didn’t dare to sit next to you on the couch. he just stood in front of you and the tv, hands at his sides.
“i said come here.”
he stepped forward, closer to the couch until he was hovering above you.
“on your knees again. i liked that,” you told him, smiling almost cruelly.
maybe this was wrong of you. maybe there was something a little twisted about the satisfaction curling in your chest every time he looked up at you like that though he was usually so composed, so confident, now reduced to waiting for your approval.
you should've felt guilty, but you found yourself wanting to keep him like this just a little longer.
it wasn't because you wanted to hurt him. it was because there was something intoxicating about seeing someone who never gave up control willingly place it in your hands without hesitation. for once, he was under your control, and, god, it suited him far better than you ever thought.
yuma knelt in front of you, and waited obediently for your next command like he was under a spell. that alone made you clench around nothing.
you hooked your fingers into your waistband and ever so slowly began to tug down, “if you really want me back, show me you mean everything you just said."
the dazed expression on his face was enthralling. for a moment, he looked completely frozen, caught somewhere between relief and disbelief.
you pulled your pants to your knees, leaving you exposed, only in your panties. his lips parted, but no words came out. then, he didn’t wait for your next instruction.
yuma separated your legs wider with a certain desperation, and next, tore your lace panties apart down the middle with a loud rip. he moved as though he was under a countdown. the shredded cloth was strewn to each side of your throbbing core. he licked his lips once before diving his head between your thighs.
the first warm lick against your clit already had your eyes rolling back. your head tipped to the side loosely as you allowed the pleasure to begin to build.
yuma gripped your legs hard, then hoisted both of them upon his shoulders. the new angle made the sensation almost feel deeper against your clit, but he only continued to work harder, like this was life or death for him.
you'd told yourself you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing you felt this good, but his brows knitting together in determination, the care in every flick of his tongue, wore down your strength little by little. before you could stop yourself, small whines escaped your lips. his eyes flickered up for the briefest moment, excited, before he closed them again. he was still trying just as hard as before, as he still believed he had to earn every ounce of your forgiveness.
“fuck, yuma. you're making it very hard to stay mad at you.” you reached forward and sifted your fingers through a tuft of his hair and pulled up. he didn’t once stop sucking and licking, but his neck was now slightly tilted back, allowing your eyes to meet.
goosebumps burst through your body and your thighs began to flex. when your legs instinctively tried to close themselves, yuma forcefully pried them open, though he would’ve gladly let your thighs crush his head right then and there.
“yeah, keep going,” you demanded breathily. your moans were taking over, and yuma listened carefully to figure out how to better please you. one of his hands delicately slid up from the soft skin of your leg to finger your clit with the pad of his thumb. at the same time, he slipped his tongue into your soaked slit.
the sensation was becoming too overwhelming. you had to look away because he was just too pretty, all obedient and desperate only for you.
"make me cum, yuma, a-and i’ll forgive you,” you barely managed to get out over the electrifying feeling of your orgasm threatening to explode.
yuma breathed heavily through his nose, grunting against your cunt almost like muffled whimpers. he probably could barely breathe as he was driving his tongue deeper. he gripped you tighter than ever, holding you steady as you reached your high.
that familiar shiver rippled through you, from your core to every nerve in your body. his name fell from your lips as you finally let go. your body twitched under his hold and settled into a warm, buzzing feeling as you melted into the soft couch underneath you.
yuma released from your sopping pussy, sucking his lips, careful not to waste a drop of your precious juices. he worked hard to earn this.
the room fell quiet. when you finally opened your eyes again, you felt like you were waking up from a dream. but still, he wasn’t satisfied.
he rested his head on your knee and exhaled, “please take me back. i love you so much.”
you looked down on him, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips anymore.
“you’re sexy when you beg.”
he chuckled quietly, his shoulders finally relaxing, "so that's a yes?"
"you really think you're clever." you reached down and brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead. "but you're still an idiot."
he nodded without a hint of protest, “the biggest idiot ever.”
"and you're going to make it up to me."
"already planning on it."
"good answer."
he smiled against your knee before looking up at you, and asking witht the sweetest voice ever, "...can i kiss you now?"
you pretended to think about it for a second, "fine.”
he didn't need to be told twice. he got onto the couch beside you and wrapped his arms around you. he closed the distance slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind, but you didn't.
the moment his lips met yours, it felt like something inside both of you finally gave way. all the waiting, frustration, and hurt melted into one impossibly precious kiss.
he kissed you like he'd been thinking about it every second you'd been apart, before smiling against your lips when you kissed him back just as eagerly.
when you finally pulled away, neither of you had gotten very far. your foreheads rested against each others, both of you smiling despite yourselves.
"i missed you," he admitted.
"i know. i guess i missed you a little, too."
"i'm not letting you get away that easily next time."
"there won't be a next time,” you warned with narrowed eyes.
. . . perv!harua who is obsessed with looking up girls skirts in school. he's outwardly polite and unassuming, probably even the class president.. someone everyone trusts. which is exactly why nobody questions him. he likes that.
he'd always sit on the stairwell with the most foot traffic, perfectly nestled on the bottom step and leaned back at just the perfect angle to look up his innocent classmate's skirts. when girls passed by, he'd smile and sweetly say hello, then feast his eyes as he watched their skirts flutter with each step above him.
but it wasn't about the attraction, nor the panties themselves. it was more so that he loved the way it felt to violate these girls' boundaries without them even knowing, defiling them without them being able to say no.
he knew it was wrong, but he found himself seeking the same thrill again and again, despite knowing exactly how sick it was. he'd crave it so bad that he'd take pictures too, so he could indulge in them later. he even had a little challenge going with himself to see how many different types of panties he could collect - polka dot, striped, lace, you name it!
keeping this secret to himself was so exciting, he always had to hide his boner after he was done with his little sightseeing sessions. same thing when he later sat next to these girls in class who were blissfully unaware that harua knew what color panties they had on that day hehe! but he was so sneaky, he never got caught. besides, who'd accuse sweet harua of doing something as vile as that?!
⤷ in which euijoo cancels plans with you to study, but you make absolutely sure he learns his lesson — part two of what a loser !
nsfw! sub!euijoo, fwb, nerd!euijoo, dom!reader, degradation kink, public sex, use of vibrator on euijoo, cumming in pants, briefly mentions anal and finger sucking. wc: ~3.2k
the last time you’d seen euijoo, he was standing in that kitchen with flushed cheeks, messy hair, sweatpants low on his hips, and the cutest look of disbelief on his face after you’d asked, “you know this isn’t a one-time thing, right?”
and after that you’d kissed his cheek, then went your separate ways for the night.
but then… there was nothing. no accidental run-ins in the hallway. no late-night tea brewing sightings. no awkward eye contact across the lobby.
every time you walked past the communal kitchen, you’d glance inside just in case, but he was never there.
you’d roll your eyes at yourself every single time. seriously?
it had only been one weird, unexpected, and ridiculously fun night. you weren’t about to start waiting around for some loser who’d gone right back to burying himself in books. you had plenty of other people who wanted to fuck you, so why were you so bothered by only him?
by the third day, you’d decided he’d definitely been too embarrassed to face you, which honestly, fair enough. after what went down in that communal kitchen, you figured euijoo probably died of shyness every time he remembered it. he’d probably switched dorms just to avoid running into you.
which was exactly why the knock on your door saturday evening caught you completely off guard.
you raised an eyebrow and immediately shot up in your bed. your roommate was out, your friends never knocked, and nobody else really had a reason to just stop by.
you walked over, unlocking the door without thinking.
“you?”
he stood there clutching the straps of his backpack so tightly his knuckles had gone white. he looked like a schoolboy, anxious for his first day of class. the moment your eyes met, his dropped to the floor almost instantly.
he was somehow even cuter than you remembered.
there was something attractively boyish about him. his soft features and hesitant movements, like he still wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to even exist near you despite literally having been inside you before. even now, after finally working up the courage to come see you, he looked one awkward sentence away from turning around and running back to his room.
“hi,” he mumbled, ears already turning pink.
“…hi, euijoo.”
awkward silence. he swallowed, and began, “i, um…” then another silence.
you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms with the smallest grin tugging at your lips, “you came all the way over here just to say hi?”
“n-no.”
“okay.”
“…”
“…”
“well?”
he let out the tiniest sigh, like he’d been rehearsing this for hours.
“i…” he started, only to stop himself. he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to spit it out, “...i’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“which part?”
“t-that it wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. i didn’t know if you meant it.” his grip tightened on his backpack straps again before he added, “because i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
he finally managed to look up, cheeks burning so brightly you were impressed he’d made it through the sentence at all.
there was that painfully sincere honesty again.
he’d spent days working up the courage just to knock on your door because he wanted to see you again. you couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at you with that much hope over something you’d mentioned so casually.
you didn't answer, but instead, a grin slowly spread across your face.
his heart immediately started racing. "...w-what? did i misread this? sorry, i know i probably shouldn’t have come–”
you reached forward before he could overthink it, fingers grabbing his shirt by the collar. his breath hitched and before he knew it, you were tugging him forward with surprising ease, like he was made of jelly. his shoes stumbled across the threshold as you pulled him into your room.
"wait–"
the door swung shut behind him and you locked it without a second thought.
you were standing impossibly close. his eyes were wide and bright. it was sweet and addicting, watching how his pupils blew up when he looked at you.
"...you really thought i'd say that just to change my mind? just to, what, give you false hope?" you asked, amusement dancing in your voice.
he could only stare. his cheeks were already turning pink.
"...n-no."
"good." the corner of your mouth curled into a satisfied smile as you looked up at him, "because i really do wanna fuck you again.. i could do it right now.”
his throat bobbed as he swallowed back his nerves. all he could manage was to nod quickly.
you laughed quietly, tilting your head, "so is that a yes, you wanna fuck right now or..?"
“yes! i do. right now. o-only if you’re okay with it…” he tossed his backpack on the floor in a hurry, books spilling out onto the floor. then, he looked at you expectantly like he needed you to take the lead, which you gladly did. you closed the remaining distance between you, standing on your tiptoes.
and after that time… well. he’d kept coming back.
it hadn’t been a one time thing. not at all. in fact, it was more like a once a day thing.
a routine flourished. euijoo would show up when your roommate left for her afternoon lab, which gave you two at least three hours alone (god bless the stem majors for your generous contributions). you'd leave the door unlocked and he’d learned to let himself in. you’d even given him a designated hook for his backpack, since he came straight from the library, like you were the reward for all that studying.
you’d essentially corrupted sweet juju.
you’d molded him in the palm of your hands and turned this mushy, untouched boy into a pussydrunk man whose only goal was to make you feel good. he’d only ever learned how to please you. it was like building your own personal sex toy, programming it to satisfy any lewd act you wanted, customizing it to your liking. it was honestly kind of fucked up how much you loved this.
not only that, you watched him figure out what he liked in real time. every so often he’d bring a new question or request, usually about something he'd never been brave enough to admit he'd been curious about before, even to himself.
he'd ask so cautiously, round cheeks burning the entire time, like he was just waiting for you to laugh at him.
“could we maybe try, uh i think it was called reverse cowgirl?”
“is it weird if i want you to suck my finger while we do it? its probably weird isn’t it…?”
“i heard about anal online, but i don’t know if people actually do that.”
you couldn’t believe he had all of this in his dirty little mind all this time. it was like a checklist, the way you helped fulfill every burning fantasy he’d only ever dreamed of.
but the best part of it all was watching him change.
the painfully shy boy who could barely look you in the eye the first time he'd knocked on your door ever so slowly started warming up to you. little by little, he stopped second-guessing every word that came out of his mouth. he stopped apologizing quite so much. he even started working up the confidence to surprise you every now and then.
he was getting concerningly good at this whole sex thing. honestly, it was hard to believe he was a virgin not that long ago, especially considering that his sex drive seemed to be completely insatiable.
your roommate had just left for her lab, oblivious to what sinful acts were about to happen on the futon or desk or even in the mirror. a familiar flutter blossomed in your chest as you watched the door, waiting for him to walk through it next.
he’d probably show up at your door, boner already poking through his sweatpants, a wet patch on the front, eyes big and pleading for you to please suck it. or maybe he’d start out innocent today, kissing you first thing when he stepped in the room and spending way too long on foreplay before he made sweet, sweet, whiny love to you.
the endless possibilities with him always excited you. just thinking about it was already making you wet and achy between your thighs.
you reached for your phone to ask how much longer he’d be, but there was already a text waiting for you on the screen from two minutes ago.
juju: i’m really sorry, i have a biochem midterm tomorrow and i don’t think i can come over today. i really need to study :<
you stared at the screen. fuck.
you rolled onto your back with an exaggerated groan, tossing your phone onto the pillow beside you.
he'd chosen studying over you. the nerve!
a few seconds later, your phone buzzed again.
juju: i'm sorryyyy
juju: can i make it up to you after my exam?
your annoyance lasted all of three seconds, then a grin slowly spread across your face.
if he wasn't coming to you… well.
there was nothing stopping you from going to him.
𖥻
you never realized the campus library was so obnoxiously big. you'd only ever really stepped foot in it during finals week, usually to pretend to study for an hour before inevitably getting distracted and leaving for coffee.
euijoo, on the other hand, practically lived there.
you pushed through the front doors, immediately greeted by the smell of old books and coffee.
"...how the hell am i gonna find him in here?" you muttered to yourself, looking through the maze of shelves and tables.
first floor. nothing.
second floor. still nothing.
you wandered through rows of shelves, peeking into study rooms and around corners, getting judgmental glances from students you'd accidentally distracted.
then– you sighed dramatically. of course he'd choose the one spot you'd forgot to check: at the top floor, tucked all the way into the back corner, nearly hidden behind a row of towering bookshelves, sat one very sexy nerd.
there he was. headphones on. a steaming mug of tea beside him. blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to him.
the afternoon light was peeking through the blinds, settling on him like warm honey. his eyebrows were knit together in concentration as his eyes darted between his textbook and his notebook.
god, what a dork. you couldn't help but smile.
you quietly walked around the table until you were standing beside him. he didn't notice. you waved a hand in front of his face. still nothing; he was focused like his life depended on it.
rolling your eyes, you reached over and gently tapped the top of his headphones.
he startled, immediately pulling one side off his ear before looking up. his eyes widened, but then, despite himself, he smiled softly.
"oh! hey," he said.
you crossed your arms, "seriously?"
his smile faded into immediate concern, "...huh?"
"organic chemistry?"
he blinked. "...what’s wrong with it?"
"you're choosing organic chemistry over me?"
"i-it's not that–"
"euijoo." you gestured at the mountain of textbooks surrounding him. "you classically conditioned me into being horny at this exact time every day. its mean to just leave me high and dry like that."
a tiny laugh escaped him before he could stop it, "sorry. after tomorrow, i’ll do anything you want me to do.”
that piqued your interested, “anything? like letting me do… this?”
you swung your leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, arms resting on his broad shoulders. your smile grew as you looked down at him, since he was already freaking out.
“a-after tomorrow! after tomorrow, i will. anything you want,” he told you, eyes glancing around nervously to make sure no one was near to see.
“aw, not today? but i’m so horny,” you leaned forward, slithering your hands up to cup his neck in between your fingers. your lips ghosted his as you said, “come on, i need this, juju.. need your big cock inside me.”
he looked like he could’ve cum in his pants right then and there. you could tell his brain was fighting with his dick, but in the end, he was only human.
he pressed his lips to your neck and began to suck.
“that’s what i thought,” you giggled, rolling your hips back and forth on his thigh, “you just can’t say no to me can you?”
he shook his head for no, nose nuzzling your skin. it was true; he was completely and utterly wrapped around your finger, just how you liked it.
you reached down and slid your palm across his already growing bulge, warm and almost hard under your hand.
his eyes shot open as he sucked in a breath, like a mix of pleasure and shock hit him at once. his hands quickly grab your wrist, trying to stop you from going further, because if you did? he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself.
he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “we’re in a library… we can’t.”
you rolled your eyes, “fucking in the middle of the dorm kitchen wasn’t exactly private either, so what makes this different?”
“i-its so quiet in here. what if–”
“stop being a pussy,” you cut him off, grabbing his chin, “you were the one just had to keep studying even though you already had plans. that’s not very nice is it?”
you reached into your purse, fishing around for something. he watched you with big eyes.
you finally pulled out your bullet vibrator. it was small and compact and perfect for situations like this.
“what is that…? no, wait—“ euijoo’s expression was priceless. you loved how innocent he looked, so easy to toy with.
“since you want to study in the library so bad, go ahead. let’s see how quiet you can be,” you told him, sliding the vibrator into his shorts. you rested it on the underside of his semi-hard cock where you knew it was most sensitive, securing it in place by his underwear. you hadn’t turned it on yet, and watching him squirm in anticipation was already so delicious.
“p-please,” he softly begged, “this isn’t a good idea, i’m gonna—“
“then maybe you should’ve come to my room like you were supposed to. but no. you were being selfish,” you told him, “prove to me that you can be good, okay?”
you clicked the button on and he immediately jerked his hips forward. the tiniest moan escaped his mouth and he had to chew on his lip to stop any more sounds from coming out.
you lifted off his lap and into the chair beside him, propping your head on your hands and watching him intently. this was the best entertainment you’d had in a while: sweet, helpless euijoo trying so fucking hard not to make a sound but he feels so good, bucking his hips into nothing.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured, grabbing the table in front of him. his hands were trembling. you could see his dick in his shorts at full length now, rock solid and twitching against the tight fabric. “i s-should’ve done what i was supposed to.. please just-“
“shhh,” you ran a hand through his silky hair, “don’t you wish you listened now? you look so fucking pathetic like that.”
euijoo dropped his head. he looked like his whole body was tensing. his hips kept jerking wildly, unable to keep still like the sensation was just too much.
“i wish i listened,” he said, breath strained, then looked up into your eyes. he looked so lovely like this, so easy to corrupt and control. “i wish i could touch you right now.”
“poor thing. you had your chance but you didn’t take it. you’re so dumb.” you hummed, and softly cupped his cheek just to taunt him. he leaned his head onto your hand, letting his eyes flutter shut, peppering small kisses across your fingers.
euijoo was getting closer. it wasn’t hard to tell. he couldn’t contain himself anymore. tiny whimpers fell from his lips in a slow stream. he was breathing heavily, so embarrassed at how much he was giving in.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was selfish,” he panted. his sounds got a little bit louder, and more strained like he was losing it.
“i like watching you like this,” you tell him. “almost feel bad for you.”
euijoo buries his face into your shoulder. you feel his warm breath on your skin like he’s melting into you.
he moaned into your shoulder, trying to muffle the sound. he couldn’t help himself if he tried. he’s almost there. you ran your fingers through your hair and indulged in the rest of the show.
you whispered in his ear, “i’ll forgive you if you cum.”
“i-i won’t do it again— i’m… gonna come.. for you.”
euijoo gasped. his whole body stiffened as his climax took over. you could see his back muscles flex through his t-shirt. he just looked so pretty.
a wet patch of fabric grew on the front of his shorts, thick, hot cum staining it. while he was still shaking, you reached and turned off the small vibrator through his shorts, deciding he’d had enough for now.
he looked up at you slowly, as if he was going to seek your approval. you scoffed happily.
“do you forgive me?” euijoo asked sweetly.
you nodded, and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, “mhm. you learned your lesson, didn’t you?”
“yes.” he answered immediately. “it won’t happen again.”
you raised an eyebrow. “good.”
there was a tiny pause before he spoke again. “can we go back to the dorm now?”
the hopeful look on his face made you laugh.
“sure.”
that was apparently all he needed to hear.
he immediately started packing up, closing his textbook, haphazardly sliding color-coded notes into a folder. he looked rushed.
you leaned against the table, watching him with an amused smile.
“slow down. we have all day.”
“s-sorry.”
he still hurried anyway.
once his backpack was finally zipped shut and a zip-up was tied around his waist to cover the cum stain, he slung it over both shoulders and instinctively looked toward you, waiting.
“ready?” you asked.
he nodded, “mhm.”
the two of you left the secluded corner together, weaving through rows of bookshelves in comfortable silence.
every time you glanced beside you, his eyes were already on you.
you nudged his shoulder as you stepped outside, “you’re staring.”
his eyes immediately widened, “i-i wasn’t—“
“yes, you were.”
his ears turned pink, “maybe a little.”
you grinned, “you’re such a loser.”
“i know.” there wasn’t even a hint of offense in his voice. if anything, he sounded oddly pleased that you’d said it.
“i’m only a loser for you.” he added.
“oh, shut up,” you shook your head, smiling to yourself as the two of you started the walk back toward the dorms.
it was becoming increasingly obvious that, somewhere along the way, you’d occupied far more of euijoo’s thoughts than either of you had ever planned.
. . . 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!
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