In which you send the wrong photos to the wrong person.
Content: Fake texts, smau?, &Team x reader (separate), suggestive, hints to cheating, other members soon, taki cant spell when he’s excited, 2 images per member
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HARUA
TAKI
MAKI
a/n: been on vacation sorry for the lack of posts, my bestie DID ask for this after seeing a tiktok trend so this is mainly for her
in which you're on vacation with euijoo and nicholas, and a dare leads to a very spicy night. or - the one where you have a threesome with your best friends.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), both boys swear like sailors, no mxm action, also no butt stuff, some manhandling, euijoo gets rough, reader slaps nico during sexy time bc he likes it, minors do not interact!
Nicholas was convinced you would let Euijoo get away with anything, and he decided to test this theory on vacation.
"No way," Euijoo said, his eyes wide and his ears already turning red. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"She'll let you do it," Nico argued, his face full of mischief. As always.
Euijoo shook his head. "If you want to hook up with her so badly, then just ask her."
Nico made a face and said, "Boring."
Euijoo rolled his eyes, but the seed was planted and he was thinking about it.
The three of you were enjoying a well-deserved vacation and had come back to your rental for the night. The bedroom had two queen beds and one sleeper sofa. It was a given you got one of the beds, leaving Euijoo and Nico to arm wrestle over who would be sleeping on the sofa.
Euijoo lost.
Nico opened the window between the two beds, letting a perfect breeze blow in carrying the salty scent of the ocean. You opened your bag and started rifling through your things, exhausted in the best of ways.
It had been a busy day of sight-seeing and eating, photographs and thrills. Memories you would carry for the rest of your life. You couldn't have asked for better friends than the two boys you seemed to take with you everywhere as you explored all the world had to offer.
The only downside was the single bathroom in the rental that would have to be shared by the three of you. After winning rock, paper, scissors, you got to go first, leaving Nicholas and Euijoo to scheme in your absence.
You were tired after a long evening at the beach with the boys. Resting on your stomach, you bunched a pillow between your arms and opened the lastest novel you'd been reading, letting it help you wind down.
Rare silence filled the room. Eventually, you clocked Nicholas and Euijoo watching you, their hair still damp from their showers.
"It's too quiet," you said after a moment, eyes still on the book. "Did you guys fight?"
"No, we're good," Euijoo replied hurriedly, looking to Nico for confirmation. You glanced over just long enough to watch the two of them nod awkwardly.
With a giggle, you teased, "Did you guys fuck?"
"What?" Euijoo exclaimed, while Nico said, "No," without missing a beat.
"Then, why are you being weird?"
"She knows us too well," Nico mumbled under his breath to Euijoo, but you heard and smiled. Nico turned to you and said, "I dared Euijoo to do something, but he's too scared of you to do it."
Euijoo made a face, insulted and flustered.
You scoffed, flipped the page of your book nonchalantly, and asked, "Why would Euijoo be scared of me?"
"I'm not."
"Just do the dare then. I'm not gonna bite you."
Euijoo's cheeks were getting redder by the second.
To be fair, you'd been best friends with Euijoo and Nicholas for many years. Yes, you flirted. Yes, you guys talked openly about everything. Yes, sometimes sexual tension started to arise.
So when Euijoo came over and crawled onto your bed, you didn't bat an eye. You read through another paragraph like it was nothing. But when he straddled your ass, framing your hips with his knees, you stopped and lifted your head.
"Nico, what the fuck are you up to?" you snapped, turning to look at your trouble-making friend lounging comfortably on the other bed.
Nicholas, to the surprise of no one, was leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head as if he were back at the pool. "I knew it," he said with a big devilish grin. "His dick is chilling between your ass cheeks right now and you're letting him get away with it."
"What did you want me to do - kick him?"
"Tell him to get off."
Something flickered across your face and you narrowed your eyes at Nicholas in a scowl before finally glancing over your shoulder at Euijoo, who was hovering above you. And you quickly realized he looked a little too good at that angle.
"Get off?" you asked, smirking. "Good choice of words, Nico."
The slightest panic raced across Nico's face and he knew then and there you were about to beat him at his own game, like you always did.
Propping up on your elbows, you turned your attention back to Euijoo, who had been gravely silent as if waiting for his fate to be decided, and asked, "You alright up there?"
Euijoo swallowed the lump in his throat. "Don't kill me. It was his idea." But frankly, Euijoo was so turned on he couldn't see straight.
You laughed and turned back to your book, saying, "Read this."
Euijoo leaned a little closer, his lips by your ear and you could hear every tense, labored breath he took. His cock was still nestled against your ass, half-hard now just from feeling the warmth of you.
You pointed to where you'd been reading and Euijoo's eyes widened in shock.
"Dude, she's reading porn!"
"No fucking way," Nico exclaimed in disbelief, getting up from the bed to investigate.
You flashed another glare at him and warned, "Nicholas, you come over here and you'll both regret it."
Nico very submissively walked backwards to his bed and flopped back onto the mattress in defeat.
Euijoo's heart was racing so hard you could feel it thumping through you. Giving him a little smile that promised either pleasure or retribution, he zeroed in on you like a heat-seeking missile.
"Keep reading," you said lowly.
Euijoo's gaze fell back to the page and not a second passed before you were moving underneath him. And his heart stopped altogether.
You rolled your ass against his clothed cock, arching so his length would feel your folds through your tiny shorts. You could feel him getting harder and that made you smug, but your focus soon became just how big he was and how far you were going to let him go.
"Fuck," Euijoo stuttered, his hips connecting with your ass in a sharp thrust.
It caught you by surprise. "Easy, Juju," you chided playfully when he snapped his hips against your ass again, a little harder this time, jarring you on the bed.
Euijoo stopped, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. "Sorry."
"Oh, come on," Nico said impatiently.
You checked on him out of the corner of your eye and taunted, "Enjoying the show?"
"Nothing's happened yet for me to enjoy."
You were never one to back away from a challenge, or for a chance to make Nico shut the fuck up. You could tell by his eyes that he wanted to be the one rubbing his dick against your pussy, and part of you was a little stunned when you realized you would let Euijoo fuck the shit out of you just to piss Nico off.
Tossing your book to the side, you reached back with both hands and shimmied your pants and underwear down slowly until your bare ass was on display.
"Your turn," you told Euijoo, shooting one more look at Nico. And you were thrilled to see he was burning alive with envy.
Never in a million years did Nico actually think you would let Euijoo fuck you just to spite him. And he was already thinking about all the angles he was going to hit it to punish you.
Completely oblivious to the silent exchange between his friends, Euijoo tugged down his sweatpants and freed his stiff cock, pumping it in his fist.
"Give me your hand," you said, turning slightly on your side.
Euijoo did as told and you brought two of his fingers into your mouth. Holding onto his heated gaze with your own, you sucked and licked his fingers until they were slick and then popped them out of your mouth.
"Put them in me," you whispered, glancing down at Euijoo's stiff cock that was so hard it curved toward his abs.
Euijoo glanced down at your plump ass and your perfect folds, and brought his wet fingers to your sex, slipping them inside your folds carefully. He found your entrance and pushed inside, making a little noise fall from your lips.
"Fuck," Nico growled as Euijoo stroked his fingers in and out of your cunt, a soft wet sound growing louder and louder with each stroke.
You whimpered as Euijoo worked you with his long fingers, gripping the pillow under your head with both hands. You were getting so fucking turned on by Nico watching from the other bed, staring at your pussy sucking in Euijoo's digits like he was about to start drooling at the sight.
That made your walls clench and Euijoo groaned, "Fuck, you're so tight."
"Take your fingers out, Juju," you said quietly, running out of patience.
"Why? Does it hurt?"
"I want your dick."
Euijoo pulled his fingers from you and coated his cock with your slick. He gave it a few more pumps of his fist as he resituated his knees on opposite sides of your hips, pressing close to you and fitting the head of his length between your folds.
When he started pushing inside, you felt your walls stretching to accept him, and you fisted the blanket beneath you. Oh, shit, you thought, wondering how the hell he was going to fit fully inside you. Not wanting to fill the room with your moans, you buried your face in the pillow to stifle your cries.
Euijoo listened to your little sounds and he kept stroking his cock into you, opening you up for him, sinking in deeper with each slow thrust into your wet, hot cunt. Once he was balls deep, he braced his hands on the mattress and moaned, "Fuck."
You lifted your head from the pillow and sucked in a gulp of air, whining, "Oh my god, Euijoo. You're so..."
Euijoo was long fucking gone over the way you'd just said his name. He immediately drew his hips back and slammed his cock back into you, making you jerk forward onto the pillow, wanting you to chant his name like that until your voice broke.
Nico watched Euijoo fuck you and his blood boiled. Euijoo was too soft; he pumped his cock in your pussy, but he didn't pull your hair or slap your ass, and Nico knew that was what you wanted. You needed hard and rough, and Euijoo was too in love with you to get it done.
"Juju, grab her by the throat," Nico snarled, his dick hard and already leaking in his pants. He made no moves to touch it; he wouldn't give himself any relief until you were taken care of.
Euijoo didn't hesitate to wind his hand around you, clamping it on your neck, beneath your chin. He tipped your head up and made your back arch, slapping his hips into your ass faster.
You didn't expect him to turn your face toward his so he could seal his lips on yours, stealing a kiss and tasting you for the first time. It made you mumble against his mouth and you wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, but the words wouldn't come.
All you could manage was a curse or two. "F-fuck," you whimpered, winching your eyes closed. You had to give credit to Euijoo, he knew how to use that big dick. His pace was savage, stuffing you with every inch of his cock until the wet slap of your pussy sucking him in filled the room.
Euijoo kept his grip on your neck, panting, "Is it too rough?"
Before you could say anything, Nico snapped, "Don't fucking ask that. She wants you to use her."
Lips parted, you finally willed yourself to look over at Nico and the way he was smoldering almost made you come. You liked him watching how well you could take it, wanting him to praise you, but instead, it seemed he already had you figured out.
So, you tried to rile him up. "Jealous?"
"Why should I be?" Nico shot back. "It's my turn next."
You scoffed. "You think you get a turn."
Euijoo groaned, "Can both of you shut up? I'm gonna come."
You'd never heard Euijoo so mad in your entire life, and both you and Nico smiled at having gotten that rare reaction out of him.
"Come, Juju," you whispered, gripping the edge of the mattress tight. The bed was creaking loudly. Euijoo was using you like his own personal toy, and you were eating it up. Your pussy ached in the best way, kneading his length.
Euijoo abandoned your neck to grab your hips, moaning and panting as he released inside you, milking every drop of cum deep in your cunt.
When Euijoo slowly pulled his softening cock from your hole, you slumped into the bed, catching your breath. He was barely off the bed and the mattress dipped under Nico's weight, his pants on the floor.
Nico grabbed your waist and flipped you harshly onto your back, and hissed, "You're gonna watch me take this shit."
You reeled your hand back and swatted him across the face, making a loud slap echo through the room. Nico grabbed your wrists and pinned them on opposite sides of your head, his pupils dilated to black.
"Fuck," Nico growled, smashing his lips on yours in a heated, hungry kiss. "Do that again when I'm inside you."
With Nico's hands around your wrists like cuffs, you hooked your legs on his hips and drew him close. He shifted his eyes down your body to your glistening pussy and notched his cock at your entrance, watching Euijoo's cum slip out.
"What are you waiting for?" you asked hurriedly. You were on the edge, sore and aching, close to orgasm.
"Permission."
You swallowed to wet your throat and when Nico lifted his head to meet your eyes, you sank a little deeper into the mattress under the weight of his gaze. "Fuck me, Nico," you whispered.
Nico pressed in, inch by agonizing inch, and watched your body arch as pleasure coursed through you.
"Nico," you gasped, eyes lolling back when the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.
"Yeah, my pretty little slut," he taunted, releasing one of your wrists to wrap his fingers around your neck. "Take all that dick."
The moment he canted his hips back and shoved his cock into you hard, you swiped your hand at his face again, but with half the force.
Nico tightened his grip on your throat while his other hand swiftly hooked in the bend of your knee and pressed you deeper into the mattress, throttling his cock into you at a steady rhythm like he was out to prove your pussy was his.
"How long have you been thinking about this, Nico?" Euijoo asked, sprawled on the other bed like he had zero strength left in his body.
"You have no fucking idea," Nico said gruffly as he kept his eyes where your bodies met, watching his cock vanish inside your tight velvet walls.
"Then fuck me like you mean it," you told him, holding onto his waist for purchase.
Nico looked at your pretty face, marveling just how beautiful you could be while getting fucked, and joked, "You just want another load of cum in you."
You nodded.
"You were made to be used like this, pretty girl."
You bit your lip and purred, "Use me, Nico."
So he did, sheathing his cock in your pussy over and over until finally all the tension that had been building inside you snapped, taking you over the edge into euphoria. You cried out and moaned, digging your nails into Nico's skin as your body shook, clamping down on his dick.
Nico came without warning, your cunt tightening on him so hard that he couldn't help but release inside you with a ragged groan. You were coming down from the high and went limp underneath him as the last of his seed filled you, making you feel warm and full.
Unlike Euijoo, Nico collapsed on top of you, his body heavy on yours. The two of you breathed in perfect sync, trying to come back to your senses. Once he'd stopped shaking, Nico clambered off of you and sat up, falling back against the wall so you could move.
You turned your head and saw Euijoo, who was on his stomach in the other bed, his eyes batting sleepily. When your eyes met, he smiled softly, as if to reassure you the frienship wasn't totally fucked now.
Nico, on the other hand, after seeing you and Euijoo exchange looks, reached over and palmed your naked thigh, stealing your attention. You turned to him expectantly and Nico said, "We both want you."
"And I want both of you," you replied honestly.
"You'll have to choose one day," Euijoo whispered, frowning despite how hard he fought it.
You sighed. "Not tonight though. Tonight, it's just the three of us. And nothing else matters."
That coaxed a smile out of Nico. He sat up and began gathering you in his arms, rising from the bed to lower you to the mattress beside Euijoo. You let yourself melt between them, happy when Euijoo pulled the blanket over the three of you and Nico laid beside you on the other side.
When they started pressing kisses to your cheeks and your neck, and their hands began wandering over your naked body like it belonged to them now, you closed your eyes and smiled, knowing you were fucked.
Because there was no way in hell you would ever be able to choose between your boys, and there was no one on earth that could convince you to live without them.
you make money, get to do the job you've always wanted, and most of all, have an obedient little secretary.
ej was perfect, he listened to anything you said, did his job correctly and well, and loved working for you. on top of that, he was adorable.
people were intimidated by him due to his extremely tall stature, however he was nothing but a ball of sunshine inside.
like i mentioned earlier, he's extremely obedient. he'd do anything for you. it seemed as if he worshipped you. so what would happen if you pushed the limits a little? asking for more and more suggestive things over time?
it got to a point where you sent a suction vibrator straight to his apartment door, making him scramble to pick it up all because it had your name on it. when he opened it, euijoo blushed furiously.
what were you thinking? was this a mistake? he thought that all until he read the note that the secretive packaging came with.
"send me proof of you trying it out."
he stared in shock for a brief moment, before recollecting his thoughts and deciding to atleast look presentable before recording something for his master- i mean, boss.
with his phone set up and angled correctly, ej hits record, starting to use the toy. he felt so humiliated and pathetic, like a beginner camboy with barely any viewers because he just wasn't good enough for people to watch.
but oh boy, was that the opposite. you loved it of course. so much so you wanted your own private, real life show of his use of the toy.
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hehehheheheheh first fake sub audio in months fake sub taki will be missed! sorry if the pitching sounds weird....... it sounds too much like juju, minus the original pitch!
summary: you're assigned the world's worst intern for the summer and he only has one goal—to make you his.
tropes: intern!yuma, nepo baby!yuma, analyst!reader, slight age gap, coworkers, fwb, office AU
word count: 6.5k
warnings: lowk workplace harassment, abuse of power, reluctance, suggestive language (mdni)
a/n: im crying he dgaf!!! also first fic on this account hi guys <3
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yuma knows exactly what he wants the first day he steps into the office, his company ID freshly printed and dress shirt a bit too unbuttoned.
you're not even sure how he landed this internship, but by the time his application materials reach you, he’s already been selected.
sure, he's majoring in econ at an ivy league, but the transcript that he submitted says that he's barely passed any of his classes.
and then you learn his last name: nakakita.
it's the same as your company's CEO.
as a junior analyst, your team immediately dumps him on you. you spend the first couple of days teaching him how to use a copy machine and sending him on coffee runs.
one of your coworkers refers to him as your puppy dog. you think of him as more of a lazy house cat.
sometimes he's useful. most of the time, he whines that he's bored and takes three hour lunch breaks.
during an all-staff meeting, you look over to see him taking selfies on his laptop.
later, he asks if you want him to send them to you. you politely decline.
two weeks into his internship, he starts bringing you gifts. they're not small ones either. shopping bags from chrome hearts and acne studios start popping up on your desk.
your coffee order is the only one he ever seems to remember, too.
eventually, you pull him aside to let him know that his behavior is completely inappropriate.
he laughs. he actually laughs.
"you're too pretty for me to follow the rules," he says.
you beg your manager to reassign him. hours later, they send you an apologetic email that yuma is to stay under your supervision and that the decision is out of their hands.
if you ignore the fact that he's at least three or four years younger than you and has no work ethic whatsoever, yuma is actually kind of attractive.
not that you'd ever willingly admit that, especially to him.
but he doesn't need for you to say the words to know that, deep down, you feel the same way that he does.
every day, he finds new ways to push your buttons. watching you apply lip balm and then asking if he can have a taste. refusing to get out of your desk chair and saying that there's a perfectly fine seat on his lap.
you ask him what his deal is. he tells you that he has a weakness for older girls. that he loves how seriously you take your job and how you never flirt back.
he promises that he'd make sure you never get in trouble if you ever change your mind though.
once, he offers to put in a good word with his parents and get you promoted.
"just one kiss," he smirks. "and you can have whatever position you want."
when you tell him no, it only makes him want you more.
you wonder if he just likes the chase. maybe if you gave him what he wanted, he'd get bored and leave you alone.
after yet another week of him being completely useless in the office, bordering on a nuisance, you decide to put that theory to the test.
"do you want to come over to my place tonight?" you ask. he looks up from scrolling on his phone, smirking.
"took you long enough, beautiful."
when the clock hits 5pm, you drag him back to your shoebox apartment. he steps inside and you wait for him to make some snarky comment about how tiny it is.
“cute,” is all he says. he pretends to appreciate your interior design skills for all of five minutes before attaching his lips to yours.
you’re surprised by how incredibly restrained he is while you make out on your couch, asking for permission in a whiny, breathless voice before moving his hands from your waist to your ass.
when he finally pulls away and says he should go home so you can sleep, he almost seems shy.
the next day, yuma doesn’t linger anymore. he doesn’t flirt. he… sits at his desk and works.
“finished that report you asked for, boss,” he says, dropping a manila folder in front of you.
“good,” you say, handing him another stack of papers. “now do this one.”
“these are for the same dates,” he says, flipping through each page.
“i know. i gave you fake numbers earlier because i didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
he stares at you, the corners of his mouth twitching, and then sighs. “that’s so hot.”
and just like that, you know he hasn’t given up on the chase. he’s only gotten started.
being good at his job is just another phase in his plan to win you over, and he’s annoyingly brilliant when he actually tries.
stacks of work that have been sitting on your desk for weeks become nonexistent.
he starts taking you out to fancy restaurants you could never you afford, and his expensive gifts start showing up more frequently.
sometimes, you don’t even touch. you just walk around the city or sit in his luxury apartment talking about nothing.
if he’s done a good job at work that day, you let him hold your hand in public.
it’s funny how clingy he is with you. when he first walked into the office, you thought you knew what kind of guy he was—one that likes sleeping around and sees relationships as a game.
but hidden behind his fake nonchalance is someone who’s completely and utterly whipped for you.
"you know," he says, in between kissing your neck. "you'd never have to work again. i'd take care of you."
"i like my job."
"you could still have one. something easy."
"i don't want easy."
"you're too stubborn," he groans.
"that's why you like me."
"smart girl."
the more you let yuma in, the more doting he becomes.
"can i be your boyfriend?" he asks after the two of you sleep together for the first time. "please say yes."
"ask me again when you have a college degree."
"that's only one year away. i can wait."
"you're ridiculous."
"only for you."
"can't you date someone your own age? i’m sure there’s plenty of girls at school who would love for you to blow your trust fund on them."
"don't want to."
eventually, you have to give him your real number because he won’t stop sending dirty messages to your work phone.
you start spending more nights at his apartment than your own, and before you know it, the summer is almost over.
“if i call you while i’m away at school, will you answer?” he asks you on the last day of his internship.
“probably not,” you answer truthfully.
“what about an email?”
that one gets a laugh out of you.
“let me know if you ever get an A+ and i might reply.”
“yes ma’am,” he says, satisfied with the crumbs you’ve given him. “i’ll make sure to include proof.”
“good,” you nod, holding back a smile.
“i’m going to miss you.”
“i know.”
“you’re going to miss me too.”
“maybe.” you glance at the clock and realize it’s basically the end of the work day.
"see you next summer," he grins, before walking away to finish cleaning out his desk.
