#byun euijoo

[yum-nyang]

wonderful world

[kytalityss]

this ask

while ur looking at me.

contents; &t hyung line x reader, scenario, mutual masturbation/mentions of vouyerism, soft top!k, top!fuma, switch!nicho, bottom!ej, mentions of tying up, needy huzz, afab!reader/fem!reader, very quick reads, little description, SMUT SMUT SMUT, written in one sitting! not proofread, my apologies!

warnings.; entirely smut! slight bdsm content. mdni please!

wc; 1084.

K– his hands felt heavy at his sides. palms resting on the messy sheets beneath you both. stripped into nothing but his sweats, laid back on your shared beds headboard. chest heaving with quiet pants– sharp inhales. there you sat. just barely a foot away, gorgeous in that skimpy nightdress you'd bought forever ago. k was trying his hardest not to lose it, gaze trained down on your wandering hand– eyes half-lidded and low. unhurried to help. unhurried to ease the raging hard-on resting heavy on his thigh. you bit down onto your bottom lip, instinct driving a small whine to rip past your lips. careful. precise. like a taunt to his already tense form. you shifted your palm a little higher, fingers knuckle deep and casting sharp shudders up your spine. a beat after, your thumb met your clit, eyebrows knitting down in focus. a moan ripped from your throat, lips parting and expression practically melting. you could feel it. his eyes seering holes into your body. watching. his jaw tightened. god, k couldn't take it. a shuffle echoed past the silent rooms walls, then his own soft moan. peeking past your lashes, head tilting forward a little, you spotted him again. k's hand worked fast, quick, hurried and purposefully messy. strokes half even and his wrist twisting slightly. tip weeping down his knuckles, sweats yanked carelessly– barely down. “god..” he panted back, finally letting his own stare fleet up. eye contact. heavy. hot. “...keep going for me.” he added after a heavy beat, your lips trembling with effort.

FUMA– fuma was confident with his stare, hand already wrapped around himself, stroking slowly– thumb swiping over his beaded tip as you shuffled into position on the nearby bed. waiting. the room dimly lit into a single warm lamp in the far corner. it felt awkward. nothing but his t-shirt enveloping you.. his eyes low and dark, watchful and focused directly onto you. you shuddered, finally lying back, easing onto your elbows behind you. “like this?” a small mumble, meek and nervous. he nodded. you started. a beat passed, your hands slowly slid down, fingers creeping down to where you needed him. so fucking badly. shame washed over you like a tsunami, you were soaked, unsurprisingly. heat began gnawing up your spine and settling heavy in your cheeks. embarrassed. thats all you felt. a small whimper slid past your lips, quickly echoed by a soft groan. fuck, was fuma enjoying this? the way you barely touched yourself so openly, thighs twitching and parted like a promise? your fingers dipped a little deeper, body shuddering off instinct. fuma murmured soft praises from his seat nearby, the sound of you both mimicking off the walls. heavy and unhurried. somehow worse than if he wasnt here. “cant..” you whispered, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut. fingers curling up and then out– soaked. the sound wrapped around you both. a shuffle of his hand speeding up, his voice barely broken inbetween heavy breaths before he spoke. “just watch me, pretty. you can do it.” this was gonna kill you.

NICHOLAS– nicholas had suggested it first. his lips drawn into a tight line over his sharp features, wrists joined together by one of his old belts. placed in his lap. he looked far from embarrassed, more on the willing side as you settled beside him, thighs pressing together admist the dim lighting. red led lights shone bright from under your shared bed, bodies barely illuminated from the sharp glow. “you sure?” you pondered meekly, glancing at him before down at your own legs, already parting greedily. a veiw for him and him only. “more than sure.” nicholas hummed easily back, leaning himself back onto the headboard more– the mattress creaking weakly below you two. a few beats passed, your hands slid lower. fingers raking over skin so deliciously. like an unkempt promise. his wrists shifted, achingly hard dick resting against them like a taunt. a shudder shot up your spine as your fingers teased at yourself, head swiveling away off instinct to hide your expression. eyes half-lidded, needy, eyebrows knit down in concentration. it felt almost right to be watched like this. “keep going..” he panted from just beside you, broken and weak behind a soft plea. his own arms shifting as he barely let his hips twitch up– bound wrists rubbing against himself. searching for a touch he needed so fucking desperately. minutes soared past, your body melting further into the sheets, soon finding yourself whining repeated pleas. whimpering like you were desperate. god, he was watching. his own soft groans echoing along your own. like some sort of sick melody. “fuck you look so good..” he managed past heavy gasps, fighting back the urge to rut at his arms. unsurprisingly, you both finished in rhythm, barely getting a chance to process it before you were back at it like horny animals.

EUIJOO– his hands clenched at his sides, nothing but an undone button-up shirt, loosely hung around him. on his knees. watching as you sat right before him on the edge of the bed. like a tease. euijoo swallowed hard, already leaking like some virgin, eyes trained on the way you spread your legs. the way you whispered for him to keep his eyes on you. the way you let your fingers inch down unhurriedly. fuck this was destroying. every beat had him halfheartedly twitching his hips up, desperate for friction. for anything. as soon as your fingers just barely met your clit, you shuddered. heavy and hot and just so damn needy. euijoo whined, then reached for himself, mentally cursing at himself for being so god damn easy. so god damn predictable. you sped up, he followed. your thighs barely began to squeeze shut, he groaned and glanced up at you. like clockwork, he couldn't hold himself. couldn't keep himself from just losing his shit. every time. stroking at himself in long and messy jolts, he tilted his head forward– chin resting featherlight onto your knee. like a puppy. panting hard, breathing heavy. his hair a tousled mess over his half-lidded eyes, eyebrows weakly knit up, lips parted and body twitching forwards. euijoo was beautiful like this, his wrist twisting in turn with every stroke, watching the way your fingers slid and ventured between your folds. feeling. touching. you were absolutely soaked. where his face was supposed to be buried. “please… please..” he whimpered past a wave of shame, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot up his spine.

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[guliexe]

━━━DADDY NEXT DOOR 18+

Single Dad!Byun Euijoo x Female!Reader

.ᐟwarnings/tags: dilf!euijoo, neighbours to lovers, soft dom!euijoo, slow burn, fluff, daddy kink (sorry not sorry it fits the story), dry humping, oral (f & m rec), fingering, praising, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, bulge kink, manhandling, size kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, slight breeding kink

story is inspired by @starryjake ‘s “neighbors” !!

♡ you fall for the single dad next door, and one night turns into forever.

.ᐟwc: 7.6k

The box in your arms was heavier than you’d expected. Not impossible to carry, but enough to make your forearms burn, your wrist ache, and your patience run thin as you tried to juggle your keys and the weight at the same time. “Need some help?” The voice came from just down the hallway—low, smooth, a little breathless. You turned. He was standing outside the apartment across from yours, the door cracked behind him, one hand adjusting the strap of a baby carrier across his chest. Inside it, a tiny baby boy blinked up at you with round, curious eyes. His head lolled a bit as he fought sleep. The man smiled softly, stepping out a little more into the hallway. “Hang on—lemme put him down.” You watched as he disappeared inside for just a moment, re-emerging a few seconds later without the baby. He rolled one shoulder like he was shaking off the weight, then came over to you.

He didn’t ask again—he just reached for the box. “I got it,” he said easily, voice deeper now that he was closer. His fingers brushed yours as he took the box from your hands. And his arms—oh God, his arms. The short sleeves of his gray shirt clung to the curve of his biceps, flexing as he shifted the box against his chest like it weighed nothing. “You moving in here?” he asked, already stepping toward your door. “Yeah. Just got the keys today.” You scrambled to unlock it, fingers clumsy, hyper-aware of how close he was, how good he smelled. Like laundry detergent and baby lotion mixed with expensive perfume. Once inside, he placed the box gently on your floor, then straightened up and held out a hand. “I’m Euijoo.” You gave him your name, trying not to stare too hard. “Is that your son?” you asked. “Yeah. He’s almost one,” he said, and that same soft smile returned, the kind that made your chest pinch. “Big attitude. No teeth.” You laughed, and he glanced over his shoulder toward his apartment like he could hear the baby from here. “Let me know if you need help with the rest,” he added, backing toward the hallway. “I’m usually around. Or, well—we’re usually around.” You nodded, hugging your arms around yourself as you leaned in the doorway. “Thanks for this. Seriously,” you said. “No problem.” His eyes dipped down your frame once, brief but noticeable. “Welcome to the building.” And then he turned and walked back toward his. You didn’t move for a long minute. Not until your phone buzzed in your pocket and snapped you out of it.

The pan was already sizzling, the veggies halfway done, and you were standing there with a confused look on your face and sauce all over your fingers. You’d pulled open every cupboard twice, maybe three times now. No bowl. Not one. No mixing bowl, no cereal bowl, not even a big mug you could fake it with. You were so sure you packed one. You wiped your hands on a towel, sighed, and glanced toward the hallway. Would it be weird? Asking your new neighbor? You barely knew him. He’d only carried a box in for you. But he seemed nice. And you really wanted to eat noodles tonight. You cracked the door open, peeked across the hall. His lights were on. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stepped over and knocked. A second later, the door opened, and there he was. Gray sweatpants, black tank top, baby monitor in one hand. His other hand rested on the doorframe above his head, stretching the fabric across his chest, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach. His hair was messy but still looked so good.

“Oh,” he said, blinking down at you. Then, warm smile. “Hey.” Your mouth dried. “Hi. Uh—sorry to bother you. I just…I’m cooking, and I realized I don’t have a bowl.” You held up your hands in defeat. “Like, any bowl.” His mouth curved, amused. “You came to the right place. We have many bowls in this household.” You laughed nervously, shifting your weight. “Is it okay if I borrow one? I swear I’ll wash it and return it in less than 24 hours.” you said. “Relax,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.” He stepped back and gestured for you to come in. “C’mon. I’ll grab one for you.” You hesitated at the threshold, then stepped inside. His apartment was warm and homey, dim lights casting soft shadows across the walls. A baby blanket was draped across the couch, and there were tiny socks on the floor near a toy giraffe. “Cute place,” you murmured. He disappeared into the kitchen, and you followed, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a large glass mixing bowl like it weighed nothing. You tried not to stare at the way his muscles flexed as he held it out to you. Tried not to notice how tall he really was now that you were this close. When you reached out to take the bowl from him, your fingers brushed again. “Thanks, you’ve saved my dinner…” you said softly. “Anytime.”

He glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway, like checking for sound. “My son’s asleep finally. He fought me for like an hour.” You smiled at the mention. “He’s really cute. I saw him yesterday, remember?” He nodded, his smile going soft. “Yeah, he likes people. Doesn’t really get the whole stranger danger thing yet.” You laughed, then hesitated before blurting, “So… do you and your wife take turns watching him?” Euijoo blinked. You immediately regretted asking. “Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” you said quickly, hugging the bowl against your chest. “You just mentioned ‘we’ yesterday, and I assumed—” he cut you off, “No, no, it’s okay.” He leaned against the counter now, eyes a little softer, voice dropping just a touch. “I’m not married. It’s…a long story. But yeah. I’m raising him alone.” Your breath caught. “Oh.” He gave you a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time.

“It’s been just us for a while now. But we’re doing okay.” You nodded, throat suddenly tight, your mind full of him holding his baby, singing lullabies through the wall. “He’s lucky to have you.” He tilted his head, studying you quietly for a second, “Thanks.” The silence stretched—soft, not awkward. “Anyway,” you said, hugging the bowl tighter. “I should, uh, get back to my sauce.” He nodded. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.” You stepped out into the hallway, and right before the door closed behind you, you heard his voice again, “Don’t burn the noodles.”

It was nearly midnight, but the lights across the hall were still on. The bowl was clean, wrapped in a towel against your chest, and for the past ten minutes, you’d been pacing back and forth in your apartment trying to decide if it was weird to knock this late. But he did say to let him know if you needed anything. And returning a bowl was just polite…right? Before you could think yourself out of it again, you were already crossing the hallway. You knocked lightly. The door opened faster than you expected. Euijoo stood there in a loose black hoodie and sweats, hair damp like he’d just showered. He looked sleepy, but in that effortless, quiet kind of way that still made your chest tighten. “Hey,” he said, voice low, surprised. “Everything okay?” “Oh—yeah.” You held up the bowl with a sheepish smile. “Returning this before I forget. Didn’t wanna risk stealing your best dishware.” He let out a soft laugh and stepped back. “Come in. You’re just in time.” You blinked. “For what?” “Pancakes.” You stared. “At midnight?” He shrugged. “He finally went down early for once, and I was craving something warm. Don’t judge me.” You laugh, “I’m not,” stepping inside. “I just…wasn’t expecting pancakes to be on the menu.” you said. “Well, they are. And now that you’re here, I’m making enough for two.” he smiled. “I didn’t mean to intrude—” you scratch the back of your head. “You didn’t.” His eyes flicked to yours. “Stay. If you want.” You hesitated for maybe half a second. “Okay.”

His kitchen smelled like butter and vanilla, soft and sweet. The baby monitor glowed faintly from the living room, but the apartment was otherwise quiet, filled with warm yellow light and the faint sizzle of batter hitting the pan. You sat at the counter, watching him move around the stove like it was second nature—pouring batter, flipping pancakes one-handed, licking a bit of syrup off his thumb. He caught you staring. “What?” You looked away quickly. “Nothing. You’re just…good at that.” fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.“Midnight pancakes are kind of my thing,” he smirked. You smiled, chin in your hand as you watched him. “Bet you’re a really good dad.” He paused for a second, like the compliment caught him off guard. “I try,” he said quietly, setting a plate in front of you. “It’s not always easy. But he’s the best part of my day.”

You both ate over soft conversation. He asked about your new job, how you were settling in. You told him how the hallway light flickers every night and it drives you insane. He laughed, said it’s been doing that since before his kid was born. At one point, you looked up to find him already watching you. Elbows on the counter, face resting on his hand. Eyes dark and unreadable “What?” you asked, heart skipping. He didn’t look away. “Nothing. You just have syrup on your lip.” You went to wipe it quickly, flustered, but his voice stopped you.

“No—” He reached forward, slow and deliberate, thumb brushing just under your lip. “Got it.” You froze. His fingers lingered for just a second too long. Your breath caught. “Thanks…” He hummed, low in his chest, eyes still on your mouth. “Anytime.” The silence felt different now. Heavier. Warmer. Like something was shifting. But then the baby monitor crackled softly behind you, breaking the moment. Euijoo leaned back, exhaling through his nose. “There goes the peace treaty.” You laughed a little, nerves still fluttering in your chest. “Guess I should let you get to it.” He nodded slowly but didn’t move. “Thanks for the company.” he smiled. “Thanks for the pancakes.” He walked you to your door, shoulders brushing in the tight hallway. “Goodnight,” you said softly. He looked down at you, eyes lingering. “Night.” And as you stepped back into your apartment, heart racing, you couldn’t help but smile. You were falling for him. And you had a feeling he knew.

It had been about a month since the midnight pancakes. Since then, things had shifted. Subtly. Softly. But it was there. You and Euijoo had started spending time together regularly—small things at first. Sitting on the hallway floor talking after the baby fell asleep. Watching dumb videos on his phone while you shared snacks on his couch. Sometimes he’d help you build IKEA furniture or you’d rock his son to sleep when he was too tired to do it himself. It wasn’t romantic. Not officially. But the air between you felt warm and comfortable. And tonight, when he texted you—“come over. you’re gonna get destroyed in mario kart tn.”—you didn’t even hesitate. You were already slipping into something soft and cozy before you texted back. Ten minutes later, you were sitting cross-legged on his couch, controller in hand, the faint sound of the baby monitor buzzing on the table. Euijoo was beside you, legs spread wide, one arm thrown across the back of the couch behind you. He smelled like fresh laundry and whatever cologne lingered on his hoodie. “Don’t go easy on me just ‘cause I’m new,” you said, nudging his knee. He smirked, not looking at you. “I wasn’t planning to.” You tried to focus on the screen—but between the low lights, the sound of his laugh, and how close he was leaning every time you cursed under your breath, it was getting harder to ignore the way your heart kept skipping.

As you both sat side by side on the couch, the glow of the TV flickering across your faces, the game paused for a moment after Euijoo won the last round. He leaned back, stretching, then glanced over at you—quiet, a little hesitant. “You ever wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend? Or…why it’s just me and the kid?” You shrugged, fingers tightening slightly around the controller. “I mean…yeah, sometimes. But I figured it’s complicated.” He nodded slowly. “Yeah. It is.” He ran a hand through his hair, voice soft but steady. “We…my ex, his mom, she left us right after our son was born.” Your breath hitched a little, but you stayed silent, giving him space. “It wasn’t some tragic thing or a nightmare birth or whatever,” he continued. “We had a toxic relationship. Real bad. We didn’t love each other the way people think they’re supposed to.” He looked down, eyes tracing a line on the couch fabric. “She wanted out the second she saw the baby. Said she couldn’t do it. I don’t blame her…but I couldn’t leave. Not him.” You swallowed, “Sounds rough.” heart tightening. “Yeah. It was.” He finally met your eyes. “But it made me who I am now. I’m not perfect. I mess up. But I’m here. And he’s here. That’s what matters.” You reached out, brushing your hand over his. “He’s lucky to have you.” Euijoo’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. That means a lot.” The TV flickered back to life, and the game resumed—but something between you had shifted.

It was just past two in the morning, and the day’s exhaustion had finally caught up with you both. Some dumb comedy neither of you were really watching was playing in the background. Your eyes fluttered heavy with sleep, your body sinking into the couch cushions. Euijoo was quiet beside you, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across his relaxed face. Without thinking, he shifted a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours. You didn’t pull away. Then his hand found yours, fingers curling around yours gently but firmly, like he was afraid you might slip away. “You’ve made things easier for me,” he murmured quietly, voice low and warm in the dark. You looked over, heart fluttering at how close he was now. His eyes were soft, tired, but focused on you like you were the only thing in the room. “I don’t say that to many people,” he added, thumb stroking the back of your hand. You swallowed, breath catching, and before you could think twice, he slowly leaned in.

His lips brushed yours, soft and tentative at first, testing the waters. You responded, tilting your head, lips parting, the sleepy tension between you melting away in that quiet, perfect moment. The kiss deepened gently, warm and steady, like coming home after a long, hard day. Neither of you wanted to pull away. His mouth moved against yours, deeper, slower, his hand slipping into your hair and holding you close like he needed the contact—like he’d wanted it for a long time. You whimpered softly into the kiss, fingers curling on his hoodie, heart pounding. And then, he pulled back. Just slightly. Just enough to breathe. His forehead rested against yours, his voice low and a little unsteady. “…We should take it slow.” You nodded before you even thought about it, still catching your breath. “Okay,” you whispered. His hand stayed in your hair, thumb brushing behind your ear. He smiled, just barely. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to keep going,” he murmured, eyes flicking to your lips. You smiled too, heart aching in the best way. “I know.” And for a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved—just sat there, tangled up in each other, finally letting it all mean something.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. “I should probably get going…I’m getting pretty sleepy.” Euijoo nodded, standing up with you. “Yeah, it’s late.” He walked you to the door, his presence calm and steady beside you. Before you could say goodbye, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Heat rushed to your face, and you barely managed to whisper, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice low and warm. You stepped inside your apartment, heart still fluttering, cheeks burning bright. As the door closed behind you, you leaned against it, a small smile tugging at your lips. This was just the beginning.

It was just past 10 in the morning when there was a brisk knock on the door. You opened it to find Euijoo standing there, a little out of breath, eyes wide with a mix of urgency and relief. “Hey,” he said quickly. “I have to take my friend to the airport—last minute. Would you mind staying with my son for a few hours? I didn’t want to leave him alone.” You smiled, “Of course, no problem at all!” He nodded gratefully, handing you a small toy. “Thanks. I owe you.” Once he left, you settled in the living room with the baby, who was already giggling and reaching for blocks. Time slipped by in laughter and soft coos, and you found yourself completely at ease with the little one.

When Euijoo came back a few hours later, he paused in the doorway, heart catching at the sight before him. He stood there, watching you play with his son, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You look good with him,” he said quietly. Your cheeks flamed red instantly, and you looked down, fumbling with a block. He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you. “Thanks for this,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Of course.” Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Soft, lingering, just long enough to send a shock through your body. You pulled back slightly, heart racing. This became…a thing between us now? Though you couldn’t be any happier. Euijoo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You should come over tonight,” he said. “I’ll cook pasta. My son’ll be at his grandparents’. It’ll be just us.” You nodded, still catching your breath, unable to stop the shy smile curling your lips. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

The whole afternoon, you found yourself nervously glancing in the mirror, trying to look just a little better than usual. Not that Euijoo would care—you hoped—but the thought of being alone with him, with no distractions, made your heart race. You chose a soft sweater that hugged your body just right and shorts that made you feel comfortable but not sloppy. When you arrived at his apartment, your hands fidgeted with the strap of your bag, and you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach as the door swung open. Euijoo greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Hey. You look nice.” Your cheeks flushed. “You too.” He led you to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. The scent of garlic and tomatoes soon filled the air as he started cooking.

You perched on the counter beside him, watching the way his strong hands moved effortlessly, chopping and stirring with practiced ease. It wasn’t just the cooking—it was the quiet confidence in him that made your heart skip. You caught yourself stealing glances, your eyes lingering on the curve of his jaw, the slight crease of concentration between his brows. He caught your gaze once and smiled—a small, knowing smile that made your cheeks heat again. When the pasta was ready, he plated it carefully and pulled out a chair for you. You sat across from each other, the simple meal suddenly feeling like the most intimate thing in the world. Between bites, you talked softly—about your day, your favorite movies, the little things you’d noticed about eachother. The world outside faded away. For the first time in a long while, you felt at home.

The night had started innocently enough. You and Euijoo settled onto his plush, dark gray couch with two glasses of whiskey he poured. The low hum the TV filled the background, but mostly you focused on each other, the cozy silence occasionally broken by soft laughter and easy conversation. You took a sip, the warm burn of the whiskey spreading through your chest and settling like a cozy fire. It hit you faster than you expected, and soon your cheeks were flushed, your movements a little looser, your laughter brighter and more careless. Euijoo’s eyes flicked to you often, watching the way your hair tumbled over your shoulders, the way your lips curved into a smile when you caught his gaze. There was something about how you looked at him—soft, vulnerable, yet so full of unspoken desire—that made his pulse quicken. “Feeling alright?” he asked, voice low, a teasing edge to it. You giggled, swaying just a bit. “I think the whiskey is winning.” He smirked, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The distance between you shrank until his lips were just brushing yours, light and tentative. You could feel his breath, warm and steady against your cheek. Then you closed the gap. Your lips pressed to his with fierce hunger, the kiss deepening quickly as you tangled your fingers in the nape of his neck. Your tongue slid against his, seeking, claiming. Your body moved instinctively closer, and before you knew it, Euijoo was lifting you effortlessly into his lap. His hands roamed your back and sides, pulling you flush against him as you both lost yourself in the kiss. You could feel the hard outline of him pressing through his sweats, and a low groan rumbled from his chest against your mouth. Your hands found their way lower, gripping the waistband of his sweats as your hips began to grind slowly against his. The friction was delicious, raw, and electric. Every movement, every touch sent a wave of heat pooling deep inside you. Euijoo’s hands slid down your sides to settle firmly on your ass, squeezing with a rough possessiveness that made your breath hitch. You responded by arching your back slightly, pressing yourself harder against him, grinding with more intention.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured, voice thick and ragged, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “You’re drunk.” But the way you felt against his clothed hardness was too much to resist. You grip his shirt tightly and whispered, your voice thick with need, “I need you, Daddy.” His breath hitched sharply, and under his breath, “Holy fuck.” His grip on your hips tightened immediately, fingers digging in as he flipped you gently but firmly onto the couch, so you were lying back against the cushions. His large hands didn’t leave your body as he hovered over you, his lips ghosting down your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Euijoo’s hands slid under your shirt, warm and firm as they cupped your bare skin. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around your nipples, eliciting soft gasps from you. His mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of fire that made your knees weaken. His hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your cotton shorts, fingertips pressing lightly over the fabric of your underwear. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over your heat, the wetness already soaking through. A low, amused groan left his mouth as he looked down at you, eyes dark and filled with desire. “My pretty girl’s so wet f’me, already” he murmured, voice thick with want. You shivered under his touch.

Euijoo’s words made a warm flush spread across your cheeks. Hearing him call you his girl made your heart race and your pussy clench around nothing. Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down for a hungry kiss—deep, desperate, full of need. As your lips met, you ground your hips against his hand, the friction sending sparks through your body.

He pulled back just enough, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Needy little thing, huh?” You nodded eagerly, breathless and trembling. Euijoo chuckled softly, the sound low and approving. Slowly, his hands slid down your hips, slipping under the waistband of your shorts once again. He peeled them off gently, then tugged your panties down with equal tenderness, leaving you completely exposed to him. He groaned low in his throat as his gaze settled between your legs, his hand trailing slowly down your inner thigh until his fingers met your bare heat. “Fuck…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he dragged two fingers through your slick, collecting the wetness, spreading it slowly over your folds.

You whimpered at the first touch to your clit, just a soft press, but his size made everything feel more intense. His fingers were long, warm, confident as they moved in lazy circles, teasing you, testing what made you tremble. “All this just for my fingers?” he murmured, smiling. You let out a broken moan, hips bucking gently toward his hand, and he leaned down, placing a kiss just above your mound. “Relax for me, baby,” he said, voice low and soft. “I’ll take care of you.” And then his mouth was on you. You gasped, head falling back into the couch cushions, as his tongue parted you, licking slow and deep. He groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you as he wrapped his arms under your thighs, holding you open and still. “God, you taste so fucking good…” he breathed between strokes, then latched his mouth around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicked in rhythm. Your hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling without thinking. He groaned in response, grinding his hips down against the couch, clearly just as worked up from your reactions as you were. Then he pulled back just enough to bring his fingers to your entrance.

“Wanna make you feel good.” he said, tone deeper than before. “You can take it, can’t you, baby?” You nodded, lips parted in breathless anticipation. The first finger slid in with delicious ease—long and thick, curling inside you as he watched your face intently. You whimpered when he added a second. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he sighed, slowly moving them in and out, his tongue returning to your clit. “But you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.” You moaned louder, hips rolling to meet each thrust of his fingers, the stretch perfectly overwhelming. He kept his eyes on you as he devoured you, fingers curled just right, dragging along that spot deep inside you again and again. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, but Euijoo didn’t ease up for a second. His free hand squeezed your thigh tightly, holding you open for him, the pressure so firm you knew it would leave bruises in the morning. Your back arched off the couch and your moans turned high and breathless as the pleasure started to crest, hot and unbearable. “Please—daddy,” you whimpered, voice broken, desperate. “M’so close, please—” The second you said it, Euijoo groaned low in his throat. It vibrated through his mouth and straight into your cunt. “Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back just enough to breathe, his fingers still pumping inside you. “You’re my good girl, yeah?” he said, voice rough and breathless. “Gonna come all over daddy’s mouth?”

That pushed you over the edge. Your whole body tensed as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your hips grinding desperately into his face as he worked you through it. He didn’t stop. Not even as your walls clenched around his fingers, not even as your thighs shook and your nails scratched into the fabric of the couch. He kept licking you through every wave, every twitch, until you were gasping and pulling on his hair, too sensitive to take anymore. Only then did he finally slow, easing his fingers out and placing one last soft kiss against your soaked center. You pulled him up into a hungry kiss, still breathless from your orgasm, but already aching for more. Your lips crashed against his, needy and clumsy, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer, and then climbed into his lap, straddling him. He groaned into your mouth, hands sliding up your sides, then under your shirt—lifting it inch by inch until you raised your arms and let him take it off completely. The cool air hit your bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes.“Fuck,” he muttered as he stared down at you, voice wrecked. “You’re so beautiful.”

And then he was kissing down your neck, across your collarbones, before his mouth found your breasts, sucking and licking at your nipples, switching between soft, slow drags of his tongue and sharp little sucks that made you moan softly. Your fingers gripped his broad shoulders, feeling the thick muscle flex beneath your touch, and he helped you take his shirt off. His body was unreal—tall, solid, carved like a sculpture. You wanted to touch all of him. You needed to. Your hand slid down, over his firm chest, his abs, until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock was straining against the fabric, hard and heavy, twitching when your fingers brushed over it. You looked up at him, pupils blown wide and sparkly, voice barely a breath. “Let me,” you whispered, almost pleading. His jaw clenched, and he nodded once, slowly, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the world. You dipped your hand into his waistband, and when you pulled him out, your breath caught.

He was big—long and thick and beautiful, making your mouth water instantly. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling the weight of it pulse in your grip. “You’re so big Juju~” you whispered, watching the way his brows knit together in pleasure. He chuckled, dick twitching in your hand from the nickname. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.” You whimpered at the praise, hand tightening around him, stroking him a little faster now, loving how hard he throbbed in your palm. And then his hands were back on you—on your waist, your thighs, gripping like he couldn’t stand not having you closer. “C’mere,” he growled, pulling you into a kiss. When you pulled away, you slipped off his lap slowly, your bare knees pressing into the carpet in front of him. Euijoo watched you, chest rising with heavy breaths, his hands flexing on his thighs. His cock stood hard in your hand, flushed and thick, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. He groaned low at the sight of you like that—kneeling for him, all soft and shy with those pretty lips parted.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You look so good down there, baby.” You smiled and leaned in slowly, placing the lightest kiss at the tip, your tongue flicking out to taste him. He hissed through his teeth, head tipping back slightly. Encouraged, you licked around him, slow and teasing, hands stroking the base as you explored him with warm, eager touches. “Just like that,” he praised, voice husky. “So sweet f’me, aren’t you?” Your fingers moved gently, trying to take more of him, lips wrapping delicately around the head as you let your tongue swirl against him. He cursed again, hand moving to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Look at you…such a good girl. Taking care of me like this. Like you always do.” The praise made your thighs clench. His voice, that gentle but dominant tone—it sent chills down your spine. You pulled back for a moment, catching your breath, and looked up at him with flushed cheeks and glistening lips. “Want more,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. Your hand still stroked him slowly, your lips swollen, eyes wide and pleading as you looked up at him.

“Want you to fuck me, please~” He twitched hard in your grip, groaning low, before grabbing your wrists gently but firmly and pulling you to your feet. Before you could even react, his arms were around your legs, lifting you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched as he manhandled you, both hands gripping the back of your thighs as you hanged on his back. “You got me wrapped around your finger, sweet girl.”

he muttered, already walking you to his bedroom. He kicked open the door with ease and strode inside, tossing you onto the bed like you were his to claim. The mattress bounced under your body as you landed with a soft gasp, legs spreading instinctively as you looked up at him—panting, flushed, and so ready. He stood at the edge of the bed for a second, towering over you, chest heaving, jaw clenched like he was holding himself back. “You want this?” he asked, voice low. “Need to hear you say it again.” You nodded desperately, breathless. “Yes—Juju, please. I want you, always.” His eyes darkened as he crawled over you, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide. “Good girl.” he murmured, eyes flicking down between your legs, already imagining how good you’d feel around him.

His hand moved to your throat, not tight—just enough to feel his presence, to let you know who was in control. He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his other hand moving. You felt the shift in his body as he pushed his sweats and boxers down, the tension in the air thickening as he settled between your thighs. You were so slick and ready for him it made your cheeks burn. And then, he slid his length up and down your folds, teasing, dragging through your wetness so slowly it made your hips twitch. You moaned against his lips, your fingers finding their way into his hair, tugging softly like you couldn’t take it anymore. The sound you made—sweet, broken, desperate—made him groan low in his throat. “God, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear as he nudged his hips just right. “You’re gonna drive me insane.” Your body arched toward him instinctively, the teasing friction making your thighs shake. The tension was unbearable in the best way. He kissed down your jaw, still holding your throat with just enough pressure to make you shiver. “You ready for me?” he whispered, so gentle. “Tell me.” You nodded, eyes hazy “Mhm!” His eyes searched your face, a soft, approving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Good,” he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek. “Let Daddy take care of his girl, hm?” His words made your heart skip and your thighs clench around him as he lined himself up with you. The first slow push had you gasping. He was stretching you inch by inch, your nails pressing into his back as he moved carefully. “F-Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “So tight—So warm, baby…” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as your body adjusted to the feeling of him—so big, filling you so deeply you couldn’t think. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a second, letting you breathe, his hand still holding your waist, his touch grounding. Then slowly, he began to move. Your cries were soft at first, breathy and needy, hands gripping onto his back like it was the only thing grounding you. But then he started to go deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, more purposeful, and your sounds shifted—whimpers, then moans, broken and high-pitched. He groaned low in your ear, his pace steady but rough, his large hands locked tight around your waist like you were something fragile he couldn’t help but break. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, eyes dropping down between your bodies.

You blinked through the pleasure, dazed and flushed, until you followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. There. A faint bump rising under the skin of your stomach every time he drove into you. “Look at that,” he muttered, voice full of awe. “You feel me here, huh, baby?” Your lips parted, no words coming, just a shaky moan as he flattened his palm over the bulge. You trembled under him as he pressed down, and your body clenched tight around him. “Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re so small, baby. Can feel every inch of me, huh?” You nodded frantically, tears almost pricking your eyes from how full you were, from how deep he was. “Can’t believe I’m this deep in you,” he growled, thrusting up again, and again, letting his hand stay firm on your stomach while your fingers gripped the sheets. “Taking it so well f’me. My perfect girl.” The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between you obscene and constant, your voice breaking into gasps as he kept pounding into you.

You moaned louder and louder by the minute, nearly sobbing as he brought his hand down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ease. He started circling, slow and firm, and it was like your entire body short-circuited. “C’mon, let go f’me,” he murmured, lips grazing your temple. “My pretty girl.” It only took a few more strokes of his fingers, perfectly timed with the deep thrusts of his hips, and your body tensed underneath him. A high-pitched moan broke from your throat as you came hard, everything pulsing—your walls fluttering around him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. He groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering slightly, hands tightening around your waist to steady you through it. You barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. Still trembling from your orgasm, you blinked up at him over your shoulder, dazed. He was already stroking himself at the sight of you like this. Face down, ass up, skin flushed and glistening. He leaned over and kissed the base of your spine, both hands caressing your ass as he lined himself back up. “You can give me one more for Daddy, yeah?”

You were already nodding, dazed and needy. His large palms smoothed over the curve of your ass before he gave a sharp, affectionate squeeze. You whimpered into the pillow when he slipped back inside, deeper now somehow, your body so sensitive. He bent forward over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder. “You’re so good to me,” he praised, hips rolling into you harder. “I don’t deserve you.” Your fingers clawed at the pillows as your body rocked with his rhythm, a fresh wave of pleasure building fast—hotter, messier. He slid a hand around your waist, fingertips finding your clit again, rubbing soft circles that made your legs tremble. “Mm!!—Euijoo!” you whimpered, body arching as his hand kept moving so deliciously. “Close, baby?” he murmured in your ear, his voice hoarse, strained. “Fuck, me too…” You nodded frantically, barely able to form words. “S’too much—M’so close!”

“I’m gonna make you a mommy,” he whispered, voice gravelly in your ear. “Fill you up just right—watch you carry my baby, yeah?” Your whole body jolted at his words, the sound of them shooting straight to your core. You nodded uncontrollably, thighs clenching, the pleasure unbearable now, building fast and out of control. “Daddy—m’gonna—ahh!” you cried, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as the wave finally hit you. Your body shook violently, hips jerking, and then it happened—your climax crashing over you so hard, you couldn’t stop the gush that followed, soaking everything beneath you. “Holy fuck, baby,” he hissed, watching it happen under him. The sight alone was enough. His thrusts faltered and his grip on your waist tightened almost bruisingly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—shit—” With a final, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, cock pulsing as he spilled every last drop into your still-twitching cunt.

He suddenly flipped you over, and shoved his mouth onto yours, kissing you hungrily, his hand cupping your jaw. You both lay there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in sync, the quiet only broken by your mingled breaths. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded and soft as he murmured, “I’ll buy you the pill in the morning, okay?” You smiled sleepily, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek. “Mhm.” you whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. A few minutes passed, and then Euijoo shifted, letting out a long exhale before resting his head against your bare chest, his arms lazily wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. You threaded your fingers through his hair without thinking, letting your nails lightly scrape over his scalp in slow, soothing motions. He let out a quiet hum, almost like a purr, before speaking—voice lower than before, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say aloud. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.”

Your hand paused for a second in his hair. His words settled over you, warm and heavy, sinking into your skin in the quietest, most beautiful way. He didn’t even look up, he just kept holding you, like the confession had slipped out on its own, too honest to keep hidden any longer. You swallowed thickly, heart pounding as a wave of shyness washed over you. But even as your cheeks burned, you couldn’t stop the small, tender smile that tugged at your lips. “…Same,” you whispered, barely audible. That was all you could manage. Just that tiny word. But somehow it was everything. He turned his head just slightly, lips brushing against the soft skin above your heart, and held you even closer. Nothing about it felt rushed. He wasn’t expecting anything. Just this moment. Just you. “I mean it,” he murmured, after a beat. “You don’t have to say it back unless you do. But I wanted you to know.” You nodded against him, your fingers threading through his hair again, slower this time, gentler. “I do,” you whispered. “I mean it.”

There was a pause. You felt him shift slightly against you, and then he lifted his head, just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze searched yours—slow, soft, like he was double-checking that you were really here with him. That this was real. “…Then be my girlfriend” he murmured. “Please. I want you to be mine. Officially.” Your heart did a full somersault. For a second, all you could do was blink at him, your chest tightening with something warm and dizzying. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, the biggest smile tugging at your lips. “I want that too.” The smile that broke across his face made your whole body melt. It was so genuine, so wide and full of affection, his dimples showing, his eyes crinkling, like you’d just handed him the whole damn world. He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep and grateful, and you stayed like that, tangled up in the quiet of your own little world, his heartbeat pressed against yours.

The morning light spilled softly into the apartment as you woke up, wrapped in Euijoo’s t-shirt that hung loosely over your frame. The fabric was warm and comforting, and you realized you were only wearing his shirt and your panties beneath it. You smiled softly, a blush warming your cheeks as you remembered last night. Rising quietly, you noticed the apartment wasn’t as still as you’d thought. Sounds drifted from the kitchen—soft clinks and the hum of a stove. Curious, you padded barefoot down the hall and peeked into the living room. There, your heart swelled to see Euijoo’s little boy giggling and rolling a toy car across the floor. “Oh! You brought him home? I didn’t realize you left,” you said, your voice still thick with sleep. Euijoo glanced back from the stove with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I tried not to wake you up. Come on, I’m cooking breakfast.” As you walked toward the kitchen, you scooped up the baby, cooing softly and playing peekaboo. “Who’s my little champ? Yeah, you’re so cute!” You giggled as his bright eyes sparkled. The sight hit Euijoo like a punch to the chest—there you were, in his clothes, cradling his son so effortlessly, looking utterly domestic and completely his.

His breath caught. His eyes darkened with a mixture of awe and desire, and he felt a familiar heat rising. His body reacted instantly, a growing hardness pressed against his pants. He leaned against the doorway, watching you with a slow, hungry smile. “You look so good like this,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion and something more primal. You felt his presence behind you, the warmth of him radiating through the shirt that brushed your skin. Suddenly, you feel his hands squeeze your ass. You turned your head, cheeks flushing. “Euijoo! Not in front of the baby!” you whispered, half-scolding, half-playful. He chuckled low, moving his hands to your hips. “I can’t help it,” he said softly, eyes never leaving you. “You’re mine.” You glanced down at his son, who looked up with bright eyes, then back at Euijoo with a shy smile. The small family moment made everything feel so real—intimate, tender, and full of promise. Euijoo stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Let’s finish breakfast together,” he whispered. “Then I want to show you just how much you mean to me.” The warmth of his embrace, the love in his gaze, and the gentle chaos of his son laughing in your arms made the morning feel like the beginning of something beautiful, something you both were ready to build together.

a/n: this is kinda rushed bcs i hadn’t posted anything in a while :p

© guliexe

[byuneuijoo]

by0907

[starrihan]

&TEAM Hyung line reaction to their crush having no choice but to sit on their lap. (Like in the car and there isn’t enough seats or during a movie night, etc.)

Oh what I would do to sit on their laps 😔

-> each members parts are about ~600-800 words long! im sorry this took so long but multiple member reactions tend to take the longest time for me to make😅 but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless!!

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

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K:

You were so happy to be volunteering at the annual cherry blossom festival. You needed more opportunities to showcase your instrumental abilities, and the festival hosts needed many people to sing and perform throughout the day. Thanks to the amazing weather recently, the cherry blossoms bloomed faster than projected, ensuring this year’s turn out to be the biggest it's been in years. You were excited but very nervous to say the least. 

You were told that you could do whatever you would like to for your performance, opting to play the piano and sing some traditional songs. You had spent weeks preparing for the festival, wanting to be able to put on the best performance you could. You had met some of the other people who were volunteering as well, especially noticing one of the guys that was going to be doing a dance performance. He told you to call him K, and you met up with him a couple of times in the months leading up to the festival to practice and critique each other at a nearby university’s music room.  

Somewhere over the course of you guys keeping up with these practices, you felt very comfortable with him, finding yourself blushing at any minor compliment or feedback he would give you. He would notice, playing it up just to see the cute smile spread across your face whenever he could. He didn’t hesitate to make you blush, loving the way your face flushed and knowing it was all for him. It would be little touches at first, helping you adjust your sheet music or helping you with your finger placements on the piano, each time you’d grow a little hotter, and your hands a little sweatier. 

About a week before the festival, you found yourself practicing with K yet again, but this time, you were irritated. The seat you normally used when practicing the piano had been taken out and exchanged for a shorter, less stable seat that made playing the piano an inconvenience. You didn’t have much of a choice though, the other rooms on the floor being locked without an authorized staff’s keycard to open it. K watched as you constantly stretched your knees and back, getting up more time than usual to relieve the pain that was building in your muscles and joints. 

After about 4 hours of practicing, you couldn’t take the pain anymore. You stood up, once again stretching your body to try and relieve the pain, but to no avail. You needed to relax with proper back support. K had stopped too, smirking to himself when an idea popped into his head. He quickly made his way over to the seat you were previously sitting in, watching your face morph from that of pain to confusion. 

“C’mere,”

He says. You slowly walk up to him, still confused as he pats his thighs. 

“Sit on my lap. I might have an idea to help your pain.”

Your face is beet red at his suggestion, and he notices the gears turning in your brain at what you think he’s implying. 

“I don’t mean anything weird by it, promise.”

And while that wasn’t his full intention, he wasn’t going to stop you if things took a different turn. You hesitated for a second longer before agreeing, not wanting to look at him anymore to save face and carefully sitting on his lap. He adjusts you accordingly, shifting his legs behind yours before lifting them up and keeping his back straight. You feel yourself slip above his clothes dick, making indirect contact with it through your pants, but letting out a sigh of relief as he helps you stretch your legs out. You can feel his breath on your neck, yelping a little as he leans back, taking you with him as he lowers his legs to help you stretch out your back. The heat radiating off of your clothed core at every little movement from him has you constantly making little sounds.

“Are you feeling relaxed?”

He leans back up, putting you both back in your original positions as his breath seems somehow closer to your ear now.

“Yeah… Thank you.”

You say, keeping yourself seated as you feel his bulge now, not wanting to miss the feeling as you pretend to adjust yourself. His hands tightly grip your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“Yeah, you really are relaxed, huh? Pretending to adjust so you can grind yourself down on me?”

You knew you were caught, but you didn’t really care. You had caught on to his antics too, finally deciding to act on it. 

“I wasn’t pretending, but I can get up if you’d like–”

You say, starting to lift yourself off of him.

“–don’t even think about it.”

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Fuma:

You were called in to help the boys with their dance practice and even to help some of them in their vocal lessons. You had helped with the choreography for their new song first, helping them perfect the intricacies of the dance as a team, ensuring their uniformity for performances without pushing them too hard. They were all really grateful to you, you were much nicer than their other instructors and a better teacher as well. You would call the members out one by one for vocal training, letting them leave after working with them if they chose to do so. 

The day had gone from bright and sunny to wet and dreary as big rain drops pelted at the windows of the building. You sighed as you called in Fuma, the last member you needed to work with for the day, and warned the boys about the impending storm. You had been working with them for a while now, knowing that they wouldn’t heed your warnings but wanting to let them know anyways. That’s why you were their favorite– you always looked out for them. You started your lessons with Fuma. He didn’t have much difficulty with his parts so the session went by quickly, wrapping up only about 20 minutes later. 

During that time, the weather had picked up severely, raining harder than before and wind blowing gusts so strong that the trees were at risk of falling. You were even more worried now, walking back to the practice room with Fuma and noticing that no one was left in the room. You sighed, not knowing whether or not they had left before the storm got worse, but now worrying if it was safe enough to leave. Fuma searched his pockets, looking for his phone before realizing that he left it in the vocal practicing room. 

“Hey Y/N, can you let me into the vocal room? I left my phone and keycard in there…”

He laughs nervously, following you as you nod and let him back in, letting the door close behind you. He grabs his phone, a look of relief washing over him. 

“The others made it back safely, I guess it's just me here. I’m gonna wait until the storm is over before heading back.”

You nod, happy that the others were safe as a loud thunder clap sounds throughout the building. You jump a little, caught off guard at the sound when the lights go out. You look around in disbelief, scanning your card and trying hard to open the door but to no avail. The thunder must've knocked out the power, and the backup generators would take at least a little while to kick back on. You sigh as Fuma turns his flashlight on, smiling reassuringly that everything will be okay. 

He takes a seat on the only chair in the room as you pace back and forth, legs starting to hurt after helping them dance for so long. But you didn’t want to say anything to Fuma, knowing he was also tired and not wanting him to have to give up his seat. But he noticed the way your legs would slightly buckle at the pain they felt. 

“If it’s okay with you, you can sit on my lap…”

He offers and you’re thankful his flashlight doesn’t catch your blush. You sit on his lap, trying your best to sit as comfortably as you can. But it doesn’t last long when another clap of thunder rumbles, causing you to flinch back into him more, directly over his clothes cock. He chuckles as your flinch effectively has you grind into him. 

“Scared of thunderstorms?”

He asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs to try to calm you down, but they only work you up more, especially with how aware you were of what you were sitting on. 

“A little…”

“I can help distract you from them if you’d like?”

He suggests, and you know exactly what he’s thinking with the way his fingers rub circles into your hips. Hopefully the generator doesn’t kick on anytime soon. 

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Nicholas:

You were told that you needed to go with Nicholas, Jo and Maki to their photo shoot because the makeup artist scheduled for today had gotten sick. You quickly got ready, staring at the message that said they would be there in an hour to pick you up. It was pretty short notice, being woken up at 5 in the morning telling you to be ready by 6. You barely had time to wash and dry your hair, hurrying down the stairs of your apartment building.

You’re huffing and puffing by the time you get down there, not realizing how cold it actually was and regretting the decision to put on a skirt. Stepping into the car you noticed that Maki and Jo were sleeping in the 2 seats in the middle row, breathing fogging up the car windows and leaving only the back seat with Nicholas open. You tried to be quiet so as not to disturb the boys, only to realize that the space next to Nicholas had been taken up by the equipment being brought to the photo shoot studio.

Nicholas tried to make space for you, but ultimately you both agreed that sitting on his lap would be the best option, the equipment far too big and wedged into place to move them around quietly. You were nervous to be sitting on Nicholas’s lap, both because you didn’t have a seatbelt on but also because you had the biggest crush on Nicholas. He was holding your waist securely so you didn’t move, warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

At first, it was fine because the roads were smooth and there was no traffic in the way. The site was about an hour away, so you tried your best to relax and get comfortable, as much as you could. The car ride was quiet for the first couple of minutes, Nicholas himself also being very sleepy and relaxed. But when the roads got bumpier, you couldn’t help but let out little noises every time the car jolted, his hips involuntarily jerking up each time. You were directly between his legs too, just barely able to feel his dick through his sweats, but the more bumps the car hit and the sounds you made, the harder it was for him to control how his dick hardened underneath you. His hand moved from your waist to your thigh, gripping it firmly.

“ ‘f you keep moaning like that,”

He murmured lowly, voice rasped with sleep and something heavier,

 “I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

Your face flushes, heat pooling at your cheeks, clenching around nothing at his words.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Really? Then why do you keep moaning and pushing your hips further onto my dick?”

You hadn’t noticed yourself subtly grinding on him, pleasure hidden between your nerves. You look back at him, a dark look clouding his hooded eyes, fingers slowly trialing up your skirt and above your clit, pressing against the fabric of your panties.

“It’s like you were doing this on purpose? Grinding down on me while wearing a skirt because you know it’d be easy access. And no safety shorts either? You’re a naughty girl.”

You clasp the hand that’s going towards your clit, staring straight into his eyes.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you here, but you gotta help me once we get to the studio. I can’t take pictures with my dick hard.”

You swallowed, your heart racing wildly as you just barely nodded. A smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, fingers continuing their way up. 

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Euijoo:

Movie nights were common amongst you and the boys. They were on a short hiatus, being able to spend about 3 days off. They were all so grateful, but since their break was so short, Euijoo and Nicholas didn’t fly home. Of course they were a little bummed, but all the members decided to spend the night together, watching a movie at the dorm.

As K’s little sister, you were friends with all the boys and visited often. Especially with Nicholas and Euijoo, being the same age as them. They invited you to join them, all thinking of you as a sister to them as well, except Euijoo. He never said it out loud, but everyone could tell by the way he would stare at you whenever you walked in, smiling and ears red whenever you’d go up to him to give him food you had brought.

He was especially dense because you had given him numerous hints that you like him. You’d always get dressed up to see him, always giving him his food first, even before K, and even bringing him food separate from the other members because you knew what he liked. You thought that maybe he had gotten the hint by now. But you were also dense for not noticing his feelings for you either.

Upon arriving at their dorm, you were welcomed by Euijoo, who you smiled at and opened your arms to give him a hug. He always accepted them with a blush on his face, sighing as he lingered a little too long to take in your scent. You pulled away first, stepping inside and putting the bags of food on the table. They literally cheered, happy that the food was here so that you could start watching the movie.

You went to the bathroom first, everyone situating themselves either on the sofa or the floor. When you walked out, you noticed that there were no seats left. You looked at them, expressionless.

“Where do I sit?”

Little did you both know the boys had this all planned out. You look over to K who’s looking at Euijoo, a smirk present on his face.

“There’s some room next to Euijoo, if he scooches over.”

He immediately begins to scrunch up to the side of the single couch, trying his best to make some room for you. You glare at K, maneuvering through the tangle of legs on the floor and trying your best to fit in the limited space he had provided. Ultimately, you ended up sitting on his legs, body sprawled horizontally over him as your legs dangled off of the seat.

Of course they picked your least favorite genre, horror. You felt bad, constantly jolting at jump scares, and resulting in Euijoo jolting up into you. He had his hands awkwardly placed on your thighs, and you could tell he was nervous by the way they radiated heat, obviously sweaty. But it’s because his hips bucked into your leg at each jump you made, trying his best to calm his hard-on down. But his efforts fail as you cuddle up to him, hiding your face in his shoulder as you hug his upper body, position shifting to where your ass is directly over his hardening length.

He can tell that you can feel it by the way your grip on his shirt tightens. He rambles nervously in your ear, afraid of what you might say or think.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to but I can’t control it you probably think I’m a creep or a weirdo but really I didn’t want for this to happen I’ve just liked you for so long and…”

He cuts himself off when he feels you push your ass down on him, resulting in him biting his lip to suppress a whimper. He squeezes your thigh, thankful for the blanket covering you both so the boys can’t see what’s going on.

“I like you too, Juju. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on sooner.”

You whisper back into his ear, pretending to be scared and occasionally looking back at the screen, but you’re constantly moving on him, making it harder for him to hold back as he trails his fingers towards your spreading heat. What a way to distract you from a horror movie, just have to be quiet not to alert the other members.

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[starryjake]

comfort | w.y & b.e

in which your best friends find a way to make you feel better after your breakup.

pairing: best friend!nicholas x fem!reader x best friend!euijoo

includes: threesome obviously, MXM CONTENT SO DONT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE (they just make out), oral sex ( f and m receiving), cum eating, unprotected intercourse, nipple play, cumming inside, (lmk if i forgot anything!).

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“i’m really worried about her,” ej said to nicholas, the two of them standing outside your apartment.

ej was carrying a bouquet of flowers and nicholas had a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. they’d knocked on your door a minute ago, but you still haven’t come to answer it.

“she doesn’t see it now, but it’s for the better,” nicholas said. “that guy was an asshole.”

“i know,” ej agreed. “i don’t understand how anyone could cheat on her. she’s so—”

the lock clicked on the other side of the door, so ej shut himself up before you could open it to find them talking about you.

“there she is,” nicholas said warmly. “how are you?”

“never better,” you lied, stepping to the side so they could come in. “you guys didn’t have to do all this.”

“we wanted to,” ej responded, handing the flowers to you as he walked in.

“this is really sweet,” you said with a sigh, bringing the floral arrangement up to your nose and inhaling their fresh scent.

“i brought wine,” nicholas said from the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets for glasses. “figured that could come in handy.”

“that sounds perfect,” you said.

within a few minutes, the three of you were gathered in your living room, each holding a glass of wine. ej and nicholas graciously sat there and listened to you rant.

“i just can’t believe he would do this to me,” you gushed, your eyes watering. you stared down into your glass of wine, continuing. “was our entire relationship a joke to him? was i just a joke?”

“of course not,” nicholas said.

“he’s an idiot for doing that to you,” ej insisted, scooting over to sit closer to you. he placed a hand on your thigh and said, “no one in there right mind would cheat on you if they had you. he was crazy.”

his words meant a lot to you. for weeks now, you had been heartbroken thinking about your failed relationship. you’d cancelled on all your friends, not just nicholas and ej, unable to find it in you to hang out with anyone. but now that they were there, you were beyond glad.

“it just sucks,” you mumbled, quickly dabbing at your watery eyes.

nicholas came and sat on the other side of you, taking the liberty to brush some of your hair out of your face. he then rubbed your back soothingly.

“i know,” he cooed. “is there anything we can do to make it better? anything at all?”

you sniffled, pondering the question.

“you could beat him up,” you joked. nicholas and ej exchanged serious glances with each other. “guys, i was kidding.”

“we’d do it, though,” ej said, his thumb gliding back and forth on your thigh. “anything you need, y/n, you name it and we’ve got you.”

you smiled softly, grateful that you had friends as good as them. friends who were willing to beat up the guy who’d put you through hell, just to make you feel better.

“thank you guys,” you said, your voice soft.

both of them were right there beside you, both their hands on your body in some way, both staring at you like they could see your soul. you were intimidated, despite having known them both for years and trusting them with your life.

you looked over at ej, finding comfort in the way his big brown eyes looked you over protectively. then over at nicholas, who’s sharp eyes were dark and serious, ready to make things right for you however he had to.

you suddenly had a weird feeling in your stomach. heat was spreading throughout your body, and you had to push your thighs together to ease some of the tension that was building.

why the hell were you feeling…turned on? over your two best friends of all people?

you sighed, then said, “i must’ve had too much wine.”

they both glanced over at your glass. you’d only really had about two sips. you couldn’t blame the way you were feeling on the alcohol.

“why do you say that?” nicholas wondered.

“‘cause i feel…”you trailed off, unsure if you should be telling them that you suddenly felt turned on. “weird.”

“weird how?” ej asked.

“i don’t know, i…”

you trailed off again, overcome with embarrassment. they both knew how you were feeling. it wasn’t hard to tell based on the way you were so obviously squeezing your thighs together. but they wanted to hear you say it.

“what is it?” nicholas urged. “do you feel okay?”

“yeah, i feel okay,” you assured. “i don’t know. you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it.”

“hey, we’re here for you,” ej cooed, squeezing your thigh slightly. “we’re your best friends. you can tell us anything.”

you looked over at nicholas, and he smiled reassuringly, which gave you the strength to admit your current predicament.

“i just kinda got…turned on,” you finally admitted.

a silence dwelled in your living room.

you immediately brought your knees up to your chest, knocking both their hands off of you, and hid your face in your hands.

“sorry,” you groaned, hiding from them as best as you could. “i don’t know. i’m a mess. i shouldn’t have said that.”

“hey,” ej said, his hand coming firmly to your back. “look at me.”

you shook your head, too mortified to let them see your face. still, ej pushed your hands out of the way, revealing your blushing face to both him and nicholas.

what you weren’t expecting was ej to smile sweetly at you before leaning in and kissing you. his hands came up to cradle your face, and you immediately melted into the kiss, sighing into his mouth.

you were already starting to sweat from how turned on you were. you brought your hands up to his neck and brought one of them into his hair, tugging softly on the dark strands.

you both mutually pulled away from each other a moment later, staring at each other in shock. that was when you remembered nicholas was still sitting right there next to you.

his face was serious as ever, but you could see the hint of a smirk creeping up. you could also see an evident erection in his sweatpants from watching you and ej make out.

“do you wanna do this?” he asked.

“do what?” you wondered.

“do you want us to make you feel better?” ej intervened.

you gulped. you barely hesitated before nodding your head.

“use your words, baby,” nicholas instructed.

“yes,” you answered confidently. “i want to feel better.”

nicholas and ej smirked to each other, then started to stand up.

“let’s go to your room,” ej suggested.

so, the three of you ditched the wine and the pizza and made your way to your bedroom. it was a short walk to get there, just down the hall, but the entire time you were in your head, questioning if you were really about to have a threesome with your two best friends.

the answer, though, was yes. you sure were.

once the three of you were in your bedroom, clothing started flying off. first was nicholas’ shirt, then yours, then ej’s.

you got on your bed and lay on your back, waiting for the men to join you on either side.

“c’mere, baby,” nicholas said, kneeling by your side.

you sat up on your knees to be more level with him and he pushed his lips against yours. his kiss was harder than ej’s, rougher and messier. you could practically feel yourself dripping in your shorts.

you entangled your fingers in his hair, trying to match his pace.

behind you, ej joined the two of you on the bed. he took the liberty to unhook your bra for you, sliding it down your arms and off your body. nicholas had to pull back then to get a good look at you.

“fuck,” he grunted. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

you blushed, crossing your arms over your chest as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. you were completely shirtless in front of ej and nicholas, and that was terrifying.

“don’t be embarrassed,” ej cooed, softly guiding your hands away from your chest. “you’re perfect.”

he kissed you again, bringing his hand up to one of your tits and squeezing it. you gasped into his mouth as he rubbed his fingers over your erect nipple expertly.

while you were kissing him, nicholas stripped himself of his pants and underwear, leaving him completely bare. his cock was so hard that it stood completely straight up, hitting his lower abdomen.

he wrapped his hand around his thick length and watched you and ej make out for a moment, staring shamelessly.

when you finally pulled away and noticed what nicholas was doing, you wanted to help. you crawled over to him, slowly pushing his hand out of the way and replacing it with your own.

nicholas leaned back on his palms and watched you stroke his length, biting his lip to hold back any noises.

ej took that moment to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, then helped you fully undress the rest of the way while you stroked nicholas.

once all three of you were fully naked, nicholas stopped your hand from jerking him off any further. he guided you to lay flat on your back, and all you could do was watch and see what they were going to do next.

both of them moving at the same time was overwhelming. you didn’t know who to focus on. you had to focus on both of them at the same time somehow.

ej positioned himself with his face between your legs while nicholas kneeled at the side of your head. he rubbed his leaking tip on your lips, guiding his cock into your mouth.

meanwhile, ej leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your clit, stroking your thigh. he licked a stripe up your pussy, tasting your arousal and moaning. you were perfect, he thought. you tasted perfect and your pussy felt so good against the tip of his tongue.

he tilted his head to the side, flicking his tongue up and down your folds. you writhed, gasping and huffing while jutting your hips up against his face.

at the same time, you had to manage sucking nicholas off. he wasn’t being too difficult about it. he let you just lick along his length and suck on his tip. the night was about you after all. he didn’t expect you to deep throat him, not right away anyway.

you could feel ej’s finger as it slid inside your fluttering hole, and you took it with ease. you gasped at the sensation, clenching around the finger and tilting your head back.

“does it feel good?” nicholas asked you, his voice deeper than normal. “is he eating your pussy good?

“yes,” you cried out, looking up at him with glistening eyes. “feels so fucking good.”

ej hummed against your pussy, which made you look down to watch him. he seemed like he was truly content there between your legs, licking and fingering you like it was his job.

he looked so pretty down there too. strands of hair were falling into his face, his cheeks a soft shade of pink and his lips were swollen and glistening with your wetness.

it was hard to concentrate on getting eaten out at the same time as sucking off nicholas. you tried, but ultimately, he had to do most of the work, thrusting his thick length in and out of your throat.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed, pushing some hair out of your face. “doing so good.”

you were moaning around his cock, vibrating it and making nicholas want to thrust into your mouth even harder. he’d always thought you were pretty, but he thought you might’ve been even prettier when his dick was down your throat.

the way ej was licking you up and down in long, fluid strokes, and back and forth, and in circles was all too much. he was too good, and you were so sensitive. you just couldn’t last.

“euijoo,” you practically whimpered. “i’m gonna cum.”

he moaned into your pussy, squeezing your thighs, like he was wordlessly giving you permission to let go. and let go you did.

you had to pull off nicholas’s length as it hit you, too overwhelmed to focus on anything but the orgasm washing over you. you gripped ej’s hair, nearly sobbing as you came all over his tongue.

“fuck,” ej nearly growled. “so hot, baby. she tastes so good.”

nicholas raised his eyebrow.

“yeah?” he said.

a silence fell upon the three of you then. nicholas and ej blinked at each other. it seemed as though you were all thinking something.

you, personally, were slightly nervous to speak your mind. you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable or ruin anything, but you decided to speak up anyway.

“you wanna taste me?” you asked nicholas, who directed his attention back to you then. “you guys should make out. you’ll be able to taste me on him.”

ej and nicholas briefly met each others gaze. you couldn’t read their expressions, so you were unsure whether they were on board with the idea or not. you just hoped you didn’t make them uncomfortable.

“you want us to make out?” ej asked, slowly sitting up on his knees.

“well,” you stammered, nervous. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to. it was just an idea.”

ej smiled down at you before looking back over at nicholas. the corners of nicholas’ lips raised ever so slightly, and you just knew that he was into it.

with both of them on either side of you, they attached their lips together, clearly putting on a show just for you. you sat yourself up slightly, watching in awe without sparing a single blink.

the way they were kissing, so fluidly and in sync, made you question if they’d done it before. the way their hands found their way into each other’s hair felt rehearsed.

the idea turned you on. them kissing right in front of you turned you on. all you could do was watch your two best friends as their kiss turned messier by the second, their tongues both coming into play.

“mmm,” nicholas moaned against ej’s mouth. “she does taste good.”

they pulled back from each other after another minute, looking down at you to see your reaction. you were still just staring at them in awe, wishing you could get between them even more so than you already were.

“c’mere,” ej commanded.

you sat up on your knees like them. ej grabbed your waist and held you flush against his chest before kissing you. nicholas, from behind you, brought his hand down to your pussy and started rubbing you.

you were still sensitive from cumming, your knees buckling slightly. nicholas held you up with his arm around your waist, kissing the back of your neck.

you dug your fingers through ej’s fluffy hair and tugged on it, moaning into his mouth as nicholas massaged your pussy, your pussy that was just aching to be filled by one of them, or better yet, both.

eventually, nicholas grabbed you by the waist and pulled you from ej, laying you down on your back. the two men, both so much taller than you, knelt by your side. you were intimidated and even nervous, but way more excited for finding out what their next plan with you was.

“there’s so much i wanna do with you,” nicholas said, his eyes dark as he scanned your body. “i don’t even know where to start.”

“i’ll give you an idea,” you responded, looking up at him with big eyes. “i need one of you inside me.”

nicholas and ej met each others eyes again, like they were able to communicate telepathically. you want to be let in, to know what they were thinking.

suddenly, nicholas was spreading your legs wide enough to make room to fit himself between them.

“want my dick, baby? is that what you want?” he asked you, stroking your inner thigh, which was shaking ever so slightly. “want me to fuck you?”

“god, nicho,” you cried. “please, i need it so bad. it hurts.”

“it hurts?” said ej, who was at your side. he caressed your face, pushing strands of your hair out of the way. “we’re gonna make it feel better for you, baby. don’t worry.”

you looked up at ej with big eyes. he brought his hand down to your chin, then slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it.

it was then that nicholas lined the tip of his swollen cock up with your pussy, and started pushing in.

you clenched your eyes shut, moaning around ej’s finger. ej watched nicholas enter you, pushing himself further and further into your pussy until he couldn’t go anymore.

“fuck,” nicholas shuddered. “oh my god. you’re so warm, baby. so fucking wet and tight.”

ej twitched, wishing he was inside you instead. but he knew his chance would come. he just had to be patient.

he pulled his thumb out of your mouth, letting your moans freely come tumbling past your lips.

“nicho,” you moaned.

“what is it?” he asked. “what do you need, sweet girl?”

“need you to move,” you told him. “please.”

he was quick to listen, pulling his hips back until half of his cock was out of you. then, he pushed back in, feeling you convulse and grip him like your life depended on it.

his pace fastened with each thrust. ej, who could only sit there and watch, brought a hand down to his clothed bulge. he gave himself a squeeze, sighing at the sensation. it wasn’t enough, not even close.

“come here,” you urged, reaching out for him.

he leaned down and you brought your lips together. he sighed into your mouth, bringing his hand up to tweak your nipple and rub it in circles with the tip of his finger.

you couldn’t believe how good you were feeling. you had two of your best friends right next to you, making you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. making you forget all about your shitty ex-boyfriend.

nicholas gripped your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, giving himself more room to thrust harder, and putting you at an angle where his cock hit the deepest part of you, making you see stars.

“fuck!” you yelled out, forced to detach from ej’s lips. “oh my—fuck, it feels so good.”

ej opted to occupy his lips around your nipple instead, sucking on the hard bud and massaging the other one. all you could do was lay there and take it, letting your best friends pleasure you.

“so good,” nicholas growled, losing his mind every time you clenched around him. “can’t believe how good you are, baby.”

you could feel your high approaching in the base of your stomach, like a wave at its peak. then, it all came crashing down.

you couldn’t even warn him as you started to cum around his cock. you just threw your head back and choked out a sob, tugging ej’s hair as nicholas fucked you through it.

“that’s it, baby,” ej cooed, watching you cum closely. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”

nicholas was staring: at your face, at your tits, at your pussy squeezing desperately around his cock. before he knew it, he was pulling out and jerking himself off to completion.

his load drenched your stomach, but you loved it. it was warm and sticky and all over you.

before you knew it, ej was dragging his fingers through his best friend’s puddle, and bringing his release up to your lips. you happily wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking nicholas’s cum off ej’s fingers.

“holy shit,” nicholas muttered in awe at the sight in front of him.

once you’d gotten every last drop, ej pulled his fingers from your mouth. the three of you took a second to rest, to catch your breath and calm down.

but it didn’t last long. ej was still bursting through his pants, utterly desperate to get a feel of you.

but of course, he was too sweet and too shy to say anything. all he could do was lay there and watch you, hoping you’d take the hint.

luckily for him, you did.

you moved to straddle ej’s bare lap. he instinctively brought his hands to your waist, watching without a blink as you gripped his cock and lined the tip up with your soaked entrance.

his cock was thinner than nicholas’s, but longer, whereas nicholas was shorter, but the girth filled you up with everything you’d ever needed.

having already been stretched out by nicholas, it was easy to sink down on ej’s cock. but it just kept going. he was so long that he kept filling you, so deep that it felt like he was in your stomach.

“oh my god,” you whispered, planting your hands on his abs. “it’s so deep.”

“yeah?” nicholas joined. “you feel him nice and deep in there?”

“yeah,” you whispered, looking down at ej underneath you.

he was looking back up at your in awe, his nails digging into your hips.

“fuck,” he moaned. “you’re so perfect.”

you couldn’t go any longer without moving, so you raised yourself up slightly on your knees before sinking back down on him, feeling every inch of him fill you up.

you couldn’t go as fast and hard as you would’ve liked, too tired from having cum twice already, but it was a nice change of pace. it was nice to get to fuck ej slow and deep, to really feel all of him.

eventually, he started raising his hips, fucking up into you to help you. it was perfect, and you couldn’t stop yourself from dragging out long moans and whimpers of ej’s name.

he found your hand and held it, squeezing it every now and then again when he hit that spot inside of you.

your bodies lazily melded together, a fluid motion. ej looked utterly delicious under you, red cheeks and swollen lips and messy hair.

and it seemed that nicholas had been thinking the same thing, as he suddenly leaned down and connected his lips to ej’s once again.

“fuck,” you whispered, watching ej’s eyes close and immediately melt into the kiss.

their kiss was hungrier than the first one, more urgent. nicholas held the side of ej’s face, digging his painted fingernails into his hair. ej moaned into his mouth, parting his lips slightly to allow nicholas’s tongue.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer watching them make out, heat pooling in your stomach.

nicholas trailed his hand to ej’s neck and down his abdomen, scraping his nails along his abs, which caused ej to shudder. he gripped nicholas’s hair, their tongue intertwined.

at that point, you were fully convinced that they’d done this before today.

nicholas pulled apart first, turning his neck to look over around his shoulder at you. he smirked at the shock and desperation on your face.

“look at her,” he snickered. “you close, baby?”

all you could do was nod your head rapidly, too far gone to even think about speaking.

“what about you?” nicholas asked, turning his attention back to ej. “are you gonna cum?”

“y-yeah,” ej sputtered. “fuck, i’m so close. oh my god.”

nicholas watched with eagerness. both of you were about to cum and he was going to get to witness it.

you were barely moving anymore, but just sitting on top of ej while he humped his hips up into you. somehow, that was just enough to push you over the edge.

“ej!” you yelped. “‘m cumming.”

ej watched you fall onto his chest, clenching around him so tight he could barely move. he held you close, quickening his pace until he, too, finally was pushed over the edge.

his entire body tensed as he dumped his load deep inside you, balls tightening as he let go. his grip on you was tight, and you only knew he was finished when he finally loosened his arms around you.

you rolled off of him, the three of you laying side by side in your bed. you were all drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

then as you looked to your left, then your right, the realization caught up to you. you just slept with your two best friends. at the same time.

what the hell were you supposed to do now?

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a/n: ok so what if i wrote this to help myself cope with a breakup im going through??? SO WHAT!!!!

[artmsdoll]

off script, just for tonight ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a euijoo fic (with a bit of smau) in which u two are mcs together and a trip to paris is the final straw to you two making a move on eachother

content : NSFW writing abt euijoo, (if that makes u uncomfortable pls dni) 15% smau 85% just writing (i got lazy sorry..) soft dom!juju x sub!fem reader (this doesn't rly affect the dynamic much, he's just on top lol), hickeys, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap!!!!), swearing

wc : 3100 (+200 in posts/texts)

a/n : i'm back😛 this is my first time putting a little smau in my writing so if its ass im sorry... also also i'll get to ppls recs now!! oh also also pls ignore how the flannels in the pictures don’t match #itried

you and euijoo had been mcs for music bank together for almost a year. you even got a contract renewal since fans loved you two so much. you were not complaining though, he was the best partner you could’ve asked for. however, as much as you wanted to stay professional and not let your relationship pass the very close coworkers stage, he made it a little hard…

first of all, you felt super comfortable with him. your chemistry was great, and you always felt like you two could joke around with each other. he was also just perfect, everything from his personality, to his height, to his annoyingly pretty face was to die for. you also couldn't help noticing how fondly he looked at you, his eyes always finding you in the mirror when you were getting your makeup done. but you couldn't blame him, cause you did the same. how he would gently rub your hands or your back when you were nervous backstage. or that time you were exhausted in between schedules and fell asleep on his shoulder, yet he didn't move a muscle until you woke up so you wouldn't be embarrassed. he did such a good job at not waking you up that you didn’t even know this happened until you saw the picture on the official music bank account.

you had to keep reminding yourself that he was just a genuinely kind person and he was probably just very well trained for fan service. besides, he was way too professional to try and pull a stunt like flirting with his mcing partner, especially when all the staff from both your companies were around.

you two recently got the news that you would be flying out to paris to mc music bank over there. as a little bonus, since both of your schedules had been so full for the last few months, your companies even agreed to let you travel a bit before the actual event so you two could enjoy some time off in the city. your company had been getting lots of backlash lately for overworking you, so this was the least they could do.

it was finally departure day and after some mandatory sasaeng airport photos, you two were off.

you passed out the second you got in your seat, you didn't even bother to grab your blanket or pillow. when you woke up from your nap, groggy and eyes getting adjusted to the dim cabin lights, you realized you were wrapped in a blanket, topped with euijoo’s flannel on your shoulders. you turned towards him only to see that he was the one that was fast asleep now, head tilted toward you, lips parted slightly, and breathing slowly.

the flannel still smelled faintly of cedar and bergamot and him. you couldn't stop yourself and your heart did a little something in your chest. he must’ve noticed your state and covered you up before passing out himself.

you couldn't help but take a 0.5 photo of him sleeping while you pointed at him and sent it to him.

you also took a pictureof yourself and posted it, forgetting that you had euijoo’s flannel wrapped around you… you went back to sleep, unaware of the chaos you just started online.

when you woke up and checked your phone, the realization hit. euijoo was also awake now and you turned to him, a little scared but also finding the situation kinda funny.

“thanks for your flannel… but i fear i may have fumbled a bit…” you mumbled.

“what did you do? as long as you didn’t drool all over it or stain it, it can’t be that bad.” he answered, teasing you.

you sheepishly showed him your phone with the post on it.

“oh that's no problem, you know how my company is with damage control. we’ll be fine,” he reassured you. “and so what if people think we're together, that just means we’ll get more business trip offers!”

not long after, you landed in paris with a beautiful view of the sunset. however, with a popular duo also comes fans waiting for you as soon as you passed customs. as the security guards struggled to surround you two from the mob, you felt a firm hand on your back guiding you gently through the crowd and a whisper in your ear: “you good?” you sneakily nodded yes.

you two finally made it out to your ride to your hotel. unfortunately, since the company sent you two out early, they also sent you with all of the big bags containing makeup, outfits, and props to make sure they were in paris on time for the event. this left you two crammed in the back of the car with bags to your side and no room to move. your thighs and shoulders were pushed next to each other, which wasn't technically weird or anything, but you felt your cheeks flushing a bit. the silence filled with something unspoken that you refused to acknowledge, as you’d be sure to be fired or at least scolded if these feelings kept going where you feared they might.

when you made it to the hotel, you both made your way to your rooms, with euijoo making sure you got inside your room safely and wishing you a good night before going to his.

it was the next morning. you felt like you just had the best sleep of your life. you and euijoo agreed to meet up at 10am the night prior, so you got all dolled up as soon as you were up. you planned to wear this cute dress since the weather was amazing, but there was one problem that you forgot about, it was lowkey impossible to do up on your own and there were no staff here yet to help. you were left with no other choice.

seconds later, you heard footsteps rushing to your door and multiple frantic knocks. you struggled to open the door and hold the back of your dress to avoid flashing the whole hallway.

“you okay?? what happened?” he asked, breathless.

“i just… can't tie this up on my own,” you said, a little embarrassed at the scene you caused.

“oh?” he giggled a bit. “you scared me!”

he stepped closer to you, very close, with one hand settling on your waist and the other zipping it up. his fingers brushed up your spine, and while this was again, something pretty normal, you felt your heart beating faster.

“all done.. are we good to go?” but you still felt him behind you.

you both just kinda stood there, that unspoken tension still there. you managed to let out a “yeah, thanks so much!”

you two spent the day exploring some cafes, the eiffel tower, and every tourist attraction that was on your path, vlogging and taking the iconic “boyfriend/girlfriend” photos everywhere. after what felt like endless kilometers of walking, you made it back to the hotel and you both decided to wind down at the pool. it was just the two of you, and he in just his swim trunks with his perfect toned body and v line on full display #needthat made you kinda lose it internally. you couldn't help but notice his equally wandering eyes.

“you’re staring,” you said, half joking, half trying to get a reaction out of him.

“you started it.” his voice was lower. “should’ve warned me you’d look like that.”

you splashed water at him, trying to play off the situation you created.

trying to quickly change the subject you said, “wait can you take some pictures before my hair gets wet! and we can’t forget the vlog they wanted us to make!”

“awe.. right, i was looking forward to being the only one to see you like this,” he answered, putting on a fake pout.

this threw you for a loop cause now you couldn't tell what he was playing at anymore. he took some pictures of you not to mention, he made you look the best you’ve ever looked. and you uploaded them right away. maybe this could work as some damage control for yesterday's mishap...

you two ended the day or so you thought eating at the hotel's rooftop restaurant. your companies had reserved the whole balcony for you two so you could enjoy dinner in peace. the view both the skyline and euijoo was something straight out of a movie. the candlelight made his big eyes sparkle, and the overall ambiance made you feel some kind of way... while enjoying your meals, the waiter came over with a knowing look and said, “for the lovely couple,” while pouring you two your third… or fourth glass of wine. you both giggled, but neither of you cared to correct him.

your dinner slowly wrapped up. by now, you could definitely feel the wine kicking in, you felt much more giggly than usual. while it did seem to be affecting euijoo a bit, as he seemed a little looser, you knew how drastic the difference was between your drinking tolerances, with his being much higher than yours…

he noticed you getting a little sleepy and suggested you go to bed, as you two were here for work after all, and the show was the following night. afraid you might trip over yourself, he held your hand from the time you got up from the table to when you entered the elevator. once the doors shut, you heard him say softly, while rubbing your hand with his thumb, “you know, if i weren’t so scared of making things complicated and potentially being seen, i would’ve kissed you already.”

that alone knocked the breath out of your lungs. you just stood there, processing what he had just said. you didn’t respond, you couldn't. you felt your cheeks flush and your heart beat faster by the second.

the walk to your room was silent, but his large hand was still wrapped around yours, and you liked that. when you got to your room, you opened the door without letting go of his hand and muttered a, “do you—”

“need help?” he cut you off, stepping in with you.

you nodded.

the room was dim, kinda chilly, and very, very quiet. neither of you said anything else. not yet. you turned your back to him, and he slowly unzipped your dress. the contact gave you shivers all over. you knew damn well it wasn’t just the wine or what he had said earlier that had you feeling like this. you also knew that you didn't want the night to end there, and you could tell he was thinking the same thing. you pulled your dress all the way down, still facing away from him, and broke the silence with, “if i say yes, will you kiss me now?” your voice barely made it past your lips.

without missing a beat, his hands spun you around and he pulled you in. your hands slid up his face and into his hair while his settled on your almost bare hips. he groaned into your mouth like he’d been holding it in for hours. he slowly backed you into the bed, never breaking the kiss. your knees hit the soft edge and you sunk into the mattress, pulling him onto you. your hands slid under his shirt and he took that as his sign to take it off finally. he ripped it off in one swift motion, revealing his sharp collarbones and toned chest that made you lose it just as much as the first time. you felt heat pooling in your lower stomach.

"we can't put this in the vlog" you giggled.

he kissed more intensely now, his lips tracing down your jaw to the sensitive skin on your neck. his teeth grazed lightly as he started to suck, his lips lingering there for a moment. you let out a moan, which snapped him back into reality.

“shit, your makeup artist’s gonna kill me.”

“juju—” you whined.

“i won’t leave a mark,” he whispered against your skin, “unless you want me to.”

you pulled him in closer as your answer, fingers digging into his back as he pressed kisses across your chest, your shoulder, every inch he could reach.

“they can’t do anything about it if they can’t see it!” you giggled.

“god, y/n, you’re unreal. you don’t even know how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

if someone told you a year ago you’d end up in this situation with your co-host, you would’ve laughed in their face, considering the not-so-strict dating ban. but now, you were happy this was the turnout.

“we’re so screwed,” you said, out of breath.

“probably,” he answered, lifting his lips off your chest for a moment. “but… worth it.” and in that moment, it absolutely was.

your fingers clutched deeper into his shoulders, your whole body arching into him, silently begging him to go lower.

he looked up at you, lips swollen. “still okay?” he asked, voice low and raspy, but somehow still soft fingers gently trailing down your sides.

“mhm,” you hummed.

his hands slid down your waist, slowly, as if he was trying to tease you, thumbs dragging along the curve of your hips. he kissed down your stomach, biting softly at the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your panties that were already soaked making you jolt slightly beneath him. then he hooked his fingers under the fabric, pausing for just a second to glance at your face. you gave the tiniest nod, and he slipped them down your legs, kissing your inner thigh.

by the time he moved back up to settle between your thighs, the heat between you was unbearable.

“juju— i need you,” you whined.

his hand slid up your thigh, fingers curling around the back of your knee, lifting it just enough to let him press closer. the thin layer of his boxers was the only thing separating you now. his hips ground into yours, slow and deliberate, and the friction had you gasping.

his fingers passed over your cunt. “fuck, you’re already soaked.”

you could only look at him, eyes wide open, chest rising and falling as you nodded, barely able to breathe. you didn’t have to say a word. his lips crashed into yours again. he didn’t tease this time, pulling his boxers down, lining himself up, his tip sliding through your slick heat.

with a soft groan, he thrusted into you. your breath hitched as you stretched around him. you whimpered his name, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started to move. every thrust was deep and so perfect. your moans filled the room within seconds, the sheets rustling beneath you both. you could feel how close he was already, his breaths turning rough and uneven against your neck.

you clenched around him, urging him on, and the both of you snapped. he buried himself in you with one last thrust, groaning your name as he spilled into you, warmth spreading deep as he held you tight against him. for a long moment, neither of you spoke. you just held each other, your fingers gently combing through his hair as his breathing evened out.

you two didn’t end the night there. you lost count of how many times he made you come again. how many positions he had you in. how often he kissed your shoulder or your thigh or your cheek with so much love. and by the time you both finally collapsed into the sheets, with sore bodies and slick skin, it was well past 3 a.m. you didn’t remember falling asleep, just the weight of his arm around your waist, his chest against your back, and a feeling of fulfillment.

you woke up with the sun shining in your face and your whole body taken over by an ache, a good one though. euijoo’s arm still wrapped around you, his breath hitting the back of your neck, and your legs intertwined in the sheets. you felt exhausted, but it was so worth it. the sweet moment was short-lived as seconds later your phone rang. without even checking who was calling, you picked up, and to your horror, you heard your manager on the other end, who you forgot was flying in that early morning.

“hey, i've been knocking on your door for a bit and i heard nothing back so i’m just checking in…”

“oh— uh— my bad, i was just showering, but i’m all good! shouldn't you be getting rest right now?”

“well now that i know you’re okay i can relax a bit haha. just don’t forget to head to the venue early for your fittings, make sure euijoo knows too!”

“i’ll let him know…” you hung up in a panic and heard euijoo’s sleepy voice asking, “what happened…”

trying to keep your cool, you said, “my manager called 'cause she couldn't find me, so i lied and said i was showering… if they find out i spent the night here we’re so getting scolded…”

“shit,” he said, his voice still a little raspy.

you quickly grabbed your things, gave euijoo a kiss, and made your way to the door. “oh, and don’t forget about the fitting!”

this whole thing felt like a one-night stand, and you hated that. you wanted nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever, but that's what you got for breaking your contract.

the evening of the show finally came. you finally got to see euijoo again after what, like 2 hours lmao, who snuck you to a corner and greeted you with a quick, but heartfelt kiss before he heard his manager calling him. your makeup artist was, in fact, not too pleased with the small but noticeable mark on your neck. you just lied and said it must've been your curling iron, even though you were sure she was onto you.

the fans absolutely loved you two again, and #y/njooinparis trended so fast. fans couldn’t help but notice how you looked a little less energetic than usual, and the mark on your neck, but inevitably blamed it all on your company thank god. saying things like

“they had some days of rest my ass”

“this fuckass company can’t even get a hair stylist and sent y/n on stage with a burn on her neck☹️”

backstage, euijoo found you again, this time with no one around to interrupt. his hand found yours, fingers lacing together with ease. you exchanged a quiet smile and showed him your phone with all the fan theories.

“apparently, they had us rehearsing all night,” you said sarcastically. you two couldn’t help but laugh.

he gave your hand a squeeze. “last night’s gonna be hard to top.” but you weren’t 😛

“yeah,” you said, leaning your head lightly against his shoulder. “but we still have tonight.”

[strangesuki]

&team - period care ♡ (hyung line) maknae line

how each member deals with/reacts to different period symptoms

pairing: bf!&team x afab!reader

genre: fluff and lots of comfort

warnings: mentions of period blood, period pain, dizziness, crying, cursing

w.c.: around 500-700 for each member

a/n: if this doesn't flop i'll post part 2 with maknae line lol. also everybody cheer i wrote something for someone other than nichojoo! xD

🪐 euijoo (crying spells)

you wake up feeling like shit and wanting to cry for no particular reason other than that you're on your period and your hormones are all over the place. added to that was the fact that the space next to you on the bed was empty – your boyfriend was already up. which isn't unusual, euijoo had always been an early bird. however, on that particular morning you couldn't help but wish he was still in bed cuddling you – maybe then you would be feeling less shitty. you feel kind of offended although you know it isn't fair – how is he supposed to know what you want if you don't tell him?

(more under the cut!)

“juju?” you call out but there's no answer – he probably couldn't hear you. you groan and steel yourself to get out of bed; it's about time anyway.

you head to the bathroom to freshen up and do your morning duties and when you emerge from the bedroom you find euijoo in the kitchen making breakfast.

“good morning my love,” he greets you with his warm smile and the sight of him immediately makes you feel a little better. “if you've brushed your teeth have this while you wait. breakfast will be ready in 10!”

‘this’ refers to a bowl of peeled pomegranates sitting on the kitchen table. you look at it and then back at him. he peeled an entire pomegranate for you despite how time consuming and troublesome it must've been. AND he's making breakfast. and most importantly, he looks so damn happy doing it. as you stare at the bowl of pomegranates, you can feel your eyes starting to water and the tears spill over soon after.

“no no baby what's wrong? do you not like pomegranates? but they're good for you – especially on your period,” euijoo is by your side in a minute brushing the tears away.

the fact that he specifically looked up what foods are good on your period only makes you more emotional and you feel guilty for feeling upset at him for not staying in bed longer. when you're finally coherent enough for him to be able to understand what you're saying amidst your sobs, he lets out a frustrated chuckle of disbelief.

“that's why you're crying? god you had me worried for a bit there,” he says, hugging you to his chest.

“you're literally the sweetest ever...what did i do to deserve you?” you mumble.

“sweetheart that was the bare minimum,”

“not to me!” you sniffle, wondering what the hell the opposite of bare minimum was. “to me that was like– like, the grand maximum!”

he giggles at that. “alright, cutie. let's get you something to eat,”

*

after a morning of crying about peeled pomegranates, then about how delicious the breakfast was and then crying about all the crying, you've finally calmed down. you're lying on euijoo's lap and he's running his fingers through your hair with one hand replying to his texts using the other.

“it's very aptly named the orange peel theory, don't you think?” you ask.

“uhh but that was a pomegranate i peeled, not an orange...”

“yes but you're an orange,” you explain like it's the most obvious thing.

he stares blankly at you. “i'm...an orange?”

“uh huh,”

he gives in because really, what choice does he have? “whatever you say my love,”

🪐 fuma (dizziness)

murata fuma is an exceptionally calm and rational man. even when things don't work out or seem to be going downhill, he never panics and instead seeks to figure out what the next plan of action should be – because really, what good would freaking out do? not a lot of things scared him either, it was like the man had no weaknesses. he is one of the most level-headed people you know, and it's no wonder that people often came to him for advice – murata fuma is an exceptionally calm and rational man. except when it comes to you.

for your date today, you're at a mini concert hall to watch this indie rock band play. fuma has been obsessed with them ever since he discovered them a few months ago and after weeks of trying you were finally able to get tickets for today. there's just one tiny problem however – you're on your period, and you don't do well in crowded spaces during this time especially if you have to stand for a long period of time, like you have been for a while now.

fuma is of course not aware of this – as far as he knows your period is not due for another week. you know that if you had told him, he would've not only made you stay home but would've stayed back himself to take care of you and you didn't want to do that to him; you knew how excited he'd been for this.

and so here you both are. you're only halfway through the concert and you're already regretting it. you've been standing for over an hour now and you badly want to – no, need to sit down. you feel kind of breathless and you're sweating but your body also feels weirdly cool at the same time. the music and the screaming around you start to sound like they're coming from far away and you sway on the spot. the last thing your eyes register before you black out is fuma’s panicked eyes.

when you come to, it takes you a minute to figure out where you are – on the couch in the waiting area outside near the receptionist’s desk. worry is etched into your boyfriend's features as he hovers over you along with two other people you don't recognise.

“oh good they're awake. yeah it looks like they just need some air,” one of them says.

fuma helps you sit up and you avoid meeting his eyes; you're mortified.

“how are you feeling?” he asks gently.

you nod and smile sheepishly. “i'm okay now, it just felt a little suffocating in there is all,”

he studies you carefully like he isn't convinced and you notice beads of sweat drying on his forehead. after fuma has thanked and bid adieu to the two strangers who had been kind enough to help your boyfriend who had apparently been running around like a headless chicken after you fainted, he comes to you and envelopes you in a hug so tight you think you might pass out again.

“please don't do that ever again oh my god i swear my heart stopped that was the most distressing 10 minutes of my life. it felt like it lasted forever,”

you chuckle weakly and pat his back comfortingly. “it's a pity i wasn't conscious to see it,”

he pulls back and gives you a stern and disappointed look. “that's not funny, y/n,”

“okay yeah i'm sorry i made you panic. i should've told you the truth, it was stupid,”

“incredibly stupid. i can't believe you thought i would care about a stupid concert more than you,”

“well no it's actually because i knew you would care more about me being okay that i didn't tell you. i wanted you to have a fun time since you've been working so hard lately,”

“any time i spend with you is fun. i don't need to go to a concert for fun,” he grumbles.

“you know what i mean though,”

he crosses his arms across his chest. “no i don't. and you know what? you've just lost walking privileges for the next two days for lying to me and then passing out,”

“i've lost wa– what? fuma don't be ridiculous,”

“it's no more ridiculous than what you just did,” he retorts obstinately.

and he was actually serious about it – he carried you bridal style to the car and then from the car to your apartment and he wouldn't even put you down inside the elevator; he waited until he got to your shared bedroom. and even though you assured him you were fine he proceeded to fuss over you for the next couple of days, not letting you step out of the house without his “supervision”.

🪐 kei (muscle pain)

it's the second day of your period and your legs are hurting more than usual because you had had to stand for hours at the conference at work earlier today. while the pain isn't exactly unbearable, it's still bad enough that sleep keeps evading you. you roll over and look at the clock on the side table – it's 12.47 am. the longer you stay awake, the less well-rested you'll be tomorrow. you have to be up in 5 hours. tears of frustration make their way down your cheeks.

not wanting to disturb your boyfriend kei who is peacefully asleep beside you, you get out of bed and make your way to the couch in the living room. you flop down and try massaging your legs, sniffling quietly.

kei stirs awake a little while later. he reaches an arm out sleepily to pull you close but when he finds the bed empty he immediately sits up.

“y/n?” he calls out, his voice thick with sleep. he walks out to the living room and sees your hunched figure on the couch and frowns. he's about to switch on the light when he hears you sniffle and freezes. he stands there for a few seconds listening to you cry, his heart slowly breaking. he wonders why you ever felt like you couldn't come to him with whatever was troubling you.

he turns on the light and makes his way to you as you quickly wipe your face and try to seem okay. he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“what's wrong?” he asks softly.

“it's nothing. just a bit of muscle pain. i'll be fine in a while, kei. go back to bed.”

kei is not having it. he scoops you up off the couch effortlessly and carries you back to your room, ignoring your weak protests. “is it because of your period? why didn't you wake me?” he asks while he lays you down gently on the bed.

“it's really not that serious, babe. besides it's late and you have work tomorrow,”

“so? you do too. and if anything you need to sleep more than i do.”

“it's really not that big of a deal...” you start to say and kei gives you a disappointed look. he sighs and doesn't say anything further, just quietly massages your legs. but dang does the man have magic hands. his strong hands skillfully knead your leg muscles and you can feel the pain slowly fading away. you could cry tears of relief. you sigh contentedly and mumble a thank you, holding out your arms for a hug but he ignores you. “kei?”

“do you not trust me?”

the question catches you off guard. “what?”

“you never come to me when you're in pain...” he sounds so dejected.

“oh, love,” you sit up and scooch closer to him. “of course i trust you. it's just– you're always taking care everyone else and–”

“because i like taking care of the people i love. and i love you the most. but you never let me do anything for you even though you're always taking care of me and i don't know, it sometimes feels like you don't trust me enough to be vulnerable with me…” his voice cracks on the last syllable and you want to kick yourself.

you never meant to make him feel this way. he was always the one taking care of those around him so in your relationship at least you wanted him to be on the receiving end which is why you tried never to burden him with your problems, big or small. but you were so caught up in what you thought was best for him that you didn't consider how he might feel about it.

“i'm sorry, i didn't realise how that must make you feel, love. i trust you more than i trust anyone, of course you're the one i always want to run to no matter what. so from now that's what i'll do, okay?”

“you promise?”

“i do,” you seal it with a soft kiss on his pout, which makes him smile. he massages you until you fall asleep, and snuggles up next to you soon after.

🪐 nicholas (staining)

you wake up to the unmistakable feeling of blood soaking through your underwear onto your pants and you yeet yourself out of bed as fast as you can praying it hasn't gotten on the covers as well – you're at your boyfriend nicho's place.

but luck was not on your side – there's a coin-sized dark red stain on the light blue sheet. fucking great. you cannot believe this. how on earth did you manage to bleed through not one but two extra large pads?! god kill me. you make your way to the bathroom as quietly as possible so as not to wake your boyfriend – you know how much he loves to sleep and how grumpy he gets when he's woken up. granted, he doesn't mind as much when it's you but you still don't want to disturb him.

you clean yourself up, grateful you had brought an extra pair of underwear and night pants for your stay. then you wet a piece of cloth and head back, leaving the bathroom door open just a sliver so there's enough light for you to see. you lift the stained part of the sheet a little so it doesn't stain the mattress and proceed to rub the wet cloth against it so you can at least get the blood off of it – you know it'll be much harder to clean once it dries – and you can't very well strip the entire sheet off the mattress with your boyfriend still sleeping. and god, does he look so incredibly adorable.

the stain looks significantly much lighter now, and you head back to the bathroom to rinse the cloth out and apply a drop of detergent liquid to it. you glance at the clock on your way – it's 2:14 am. you groan internally. you can't even go straight to bed after this because you will also have to wash the bloody mess that's your underwear and pants. you had triple checked to make sure everything was leak-proof before bed but there's only so much you can do when your body apparently likes ejecting copious amounts of blood for no good reason. and now you're stuck dealing with the aftermath when all you really wanna do is collapse and never wake up for a week but you can't and are now questioning whether a uterus is really worth having or if you can just rip it out. you're so preoccupied thinking about all this while washing up at the bathroom sink that you don't notice nicholas standing at the bathroom door watching you until he speaks up.

“that's a lot of blood...”

you meet his alarmed eyes in the mirror. “oh shit oh fuck i'm so sorry nicho i didn't mean to wake you or for you to see this and i'm so sorry it got on the sheets as well- just a little but i'm still sorry i swear i don't–”

“hey hey hey babe shhh it's okay, stop apologising,” he places his hands on your shoulders and gently squeezes to halt your anxious rambling. you look close to tears and it breaks his heart. “why are you even apologising baby? i said that's a lot of blood in the sense that i was worried - is it normal for you to be bleeding that much?”

“well, um sometimes i guess but– wait are you sure? you're not mad?”

“why on earth would i be mad?” he looks a little hurt that you would think that.

“because i got blood on your sheets...”

“so? that can be washed,”

“i also woke you up...and you love sleep....”

he cups your face. “i love you more, dumbass. if anything i'm just mad you didn't wake me sooner - i could've helped you clean up,”

you stare at your boyfriend, taking in his bleary eyes and his hair sticking up in all directions and the earnest sincerity in what he just said. you didn't think it was possible to love him more than you already did but here you are.

divider credits: @/enchanthings-a

[ninisdollie]

heated - byun euijoo ⋆｡𖦹°‧

𓏲˚ ۪ ❤︎⊹

“In which a hot, comfy summer morning turns into something a little filthier”

‎ ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ content: +18MDNI

fem! reader x ej, established relationship, unprotected sex, soft dom! ej, morning sex, sweat like lots of sweat, just a messy sex session in a hot summer morning, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f. rec) riding, overstimulated ej, creampie.

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The heat had already seeped into your skin by the time you woke up.

It was the kind of suffocating warmth that clung to everything, heavy and wet, sticking to your thighs, beading along your chest, collecting at the bend of your knees. The ceiling fan turned lazily above you, useless and slow, pushing stale air around the room like a tease. Light filtered in through the thin curtains, spreading golden strips across the floor, across the bed, across his bare chest beside you.

Your parents’ beach house was beautiful but ancient, perched just a few streets off the coast. Every summer it became a sanctuary for your family, wide open windows, salt in the air, sunscreen on your skin, laughter echoing up the wooden staircases. But in this heat, the house felt more like a furnace. No AC. Just stillness and fans and the hope of an occasional ocean breeze that never really came.

You were in a pair of really small shorts, and even with that, the heat was almost unbareable. Your throat dry. Sweat dampened your tank top and soaked into the sheets. You shifted, peeling yourself away from the warmth of Euijoo’s sleeping body, careful not to wake him. He barely stirred, just mumbled something incoherent, his brow furrowing before his arm fell back over your empty space on the bed.

You padded out of the room barefoot, the old wooden floor warm under your feet as you moved toward the kitchen. The house was silent, no movement, no voices. Everyone else was still asleep. Even the waves outside sounded soft, lazy, half-awake.

You poured yourself a glass of water and leaned against the counter as you drank, letting the coolness of the glass ease the heat from your palm. The water wasn’t exactly cold, but it was refreshing all the same, grounding you in the quiet hum of morning. It was a moment you could’ve stayed in longer, but something tugged at you, gentle and warm, like gravity pulling you back down the hallway.

Back to him.

When you pushed open the bedroom door, sunlight had already flooded the space completely, spilling golden light across the tangled sheets. It looked like a painting, warm and still and intimate.

Euijoo was awake now, sprawled across the bed like he had melted into it, hair damp against his forehead, one arm bent beneath his head. The sheet was low on his hips, boxers riding even lower, clinging slightly to the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. His eyes found you immediately, heavy-lidded and soft.

“Come back to bed,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “It’s too hot to be up.”

You leaned against the doorframe, your glass still in hand, and watched him for a long, quiet second. His chest rose and fell slowly, sheen catching the light, gorgeous and golden and completely unrushed.

“You look like you’re melting,” you said, voice barely above a murmur.

He gave a breathy laugh and threw an arm over his face.

“I am melting, but i need you here with me.”

You smiled faintly and set the glass down on the nightstand as you walked toward him. He reached for you without hesitation, large hand slipping into yours, fingers warm and damp, grounding you instantly.

“I missed you,” he said, pulling you back under the covers, back into the heat.

It was too hot for this. Too hot to be tangled together like this. But there was no place else you’d rather be.

You barely had time to settle before his arms wrapped around you again, pulling you back into his chest like he needed the contact to breathe. The sheets beneath you were already damp with sweat, clinging to your skin, sticking between your thighs. The heat pressed in from all sides, thick, relentless, like it had settled into the walls themselves.

His body was just as warm, maybe more.

Euijoo’s skin was slick against yours, every inch of contact making you feel like you were melting into him. His chest rose and fell at your back, shallow and uneven. You could feel the way his breath caught when his hand slid beneath your tank top again, palm flattening against your stomach.

His hand was warm. Too warm. His skin stuck to yours as he moved slowly, up, down, dragging just enough to leave a trail of heat in his wake. The fan above barely helped. All it did was stir the thick, sun-soaked air around the room like steam in a sauna.

His mouth brushed against your shoulder again, lips slightly parted. His damp hair tickled your skin, and you felt the heat of his breath, heavy and shaky.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered against your skin, voice ruined by sleep and need. “So soft. I can’t—fuck—I can’t stop.”

You felt him shift behind you, hips moving just enough to press his hardness against the curve of your ass, slow and unintentional like he hadn’t meant to, but he had. The low sound that escaped him made your thighs clench.

“Seriously?” you breathed, voice low, teasing. “It’s way too hot for this.”

“I know,” he groaned, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck. His hair was soaked, sticky where it touched you, and when he pulled his hand back to run it down your waist, you felt how damp his palm was. “I’m sweating like crazy. It’s disgusting.”

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His hair was sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed a deep red, lips wet and parted like he couldn’t catch his breath. His eyes were glassy, heavy-lidded with need.

“You look like you’re dying,” you said softly.

“I am,” he muttered. “You were gone for two minutes and now I’m like—burning up.”

His hand slid lower now, fingers skimming just under the waistband of your panties, not touching you where you needed yet, just teasing, just brushing. And when you inhaled sharply, he whimpered. Actually whimpered. His body was tense behind you, barely holding himself back.

“I woke up hard, and then you left,” he said, voice broken and ragged. “And then you came back all sweaty and flushed and sleepy—and now I can’t think. I need you.”

You could feel his cock now, thick and straining against his boxers, pressed tight to the curve of your ass. He rolled his hips forward just once, slow, controlled, and the sound he made this time was deeper, rawer, buried against your skin like he couldn’t let it out fully.

His hand slid up again, under your top this time, cupping your breast gently, thumb swiping across your nipple, which had already hardened from the heat, or from him, you couldn’t tell anymore.

“You’re so warm,” he breathed. “So perfect. I could stay like this all day.”

“Too hot,” you mumbled again, but this time it came out weaker, breathier, because now his teeth were grazing the side of your neck and you were arching into him despite yourself.

“You’re not stopping me,” he murmured with a soft, smug smile you could feel against your throat. “You want it too.”

You did. God, you did. The heat had soaked into everything now, into your skin, into your bones, into the throb building between your legs. You could feel sweat gathering between your breasts, down your spine, where your thighs were pressed together. His palm was slick as he slid it back down your body, slow and reverent, every movement worshipping the way you squirmed under his touch.

“You feel that?” he whispered, rutted against you again, harder this time. “What you do to me?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

And when he kissed your shoulder again, open-mouthed and wet, tongue slipping out just a little, you knew you weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon.

His fingers slid slowly down your stomach, each movement deliberate, like he was savoring the way you twitched beneath his touch. The air was thick with heat and silence. Outside the window, the morning sun spilled golden light across the room, but inside, everything was soft and slow and dangerous.

You swallowed hard.

“Euijoo,” you whispered, barely a breath.

“I know,” he murmured into your skin, his voice wrecked and quiet. “I know. Just let me.”

His hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties at last, and you shivered at the contact, his fingers warm and damp with sweat, the pads sliding low, low, lower, until they found the heat between your legs. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were, his breath stuttering against your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “You’re soaked.”

You bit your bottom lip, hard, forcing your body to stay still. You couldn’t trust your voice. Couldn’t trust the soft whimper curling in your throat, desperate to get out. You could hear the quiet creak of the house settling, the distant hum of waves beyond the open windows, but no other voices, no footsteps.

Your family was still asleep. Still just down the hall.

And he was touching you like it was only the two of you in the world.

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Not when his hand was already down your panties, slick fingers teasing you so gently it made your thighs tense. His palm was wet against your stomach, the drag of sweat and heat making everything feel electric, raw, overwhelming.

You whimpered softly, biting your lip.

His cock was pressed against you again, hard and hot through his boxers, and when he rutted forward, just a little, just enough, it felt sticky, like even that was messy in this heat. You felt a droplet of sweat roll down the side of your face and onto the pillow, soaking into the cotton beside your cheek.

“You’re making such a mess,” he whispered into your neck, his voice wrecked. “Sweating all over me, baby. You feel how wet you are?”

You nodded, a breathy sound escaping before you could swallow it back.

“Shhh,” he whispered gently. “You gotta be quiet. Everyone’s still asleep.”

And still, his fingers moved. Slow circles over your clit now, slick from both your arousal and the sweat between your thighs. Every touch was so gentle, so restrained, like he knew how close you were to unraveling and he wanted to keep you there, hovering just on the edge.

His body was trembling behind you, hips barely moving, muscles tight from holding himself back.

“I’m losing my mind,” he groaned quietly. “You’re so soft, and you smell like sleep and sweat and sex—I can’t stop touching you.”

You felt his forehead press to your shoulder again, skin hot, damp, sticking there. His breath came fast now, shallow, like he was the one getting touched. Like he was falling apart just from feeling you squirm in his arms.

Another droplet rolled down your chest, slipping between your breasts. You were soaked. You both were. Your bodies were wrapped up in each other like there was no air between them, like you were the only place he wanted to be, no matter how stifling it got.

And then his fingers dipped lower again, sliding through your folds with a slow, slick sound, the kind that made your whole body tense and your teeth clamp down on the pillow to stop the gasp rising in your throat.

“You’re dripping,” he whispered. “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already dripping, baby.”

You tried to breathe through it, through the pressure building and the heat and his voice in your ear and the sweat that just wouldn’t stop beading at your temple.

“I wanna taste you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Wanna get between your thighs and feel how wet you are on my tongue, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”

You whimpered again, muffled, your thighs shaking slightly as his fingers circled your clit again, firmer this time. The air was thick with your shared breath, the sound of skin on skin, and the stifled moans you couldn’t quite keep down.

And still, your family was asleep just down the hall.

You were burning, shaking, soaking through your underwear with him whispering filth into your ear and touching you like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do.

Euijoo’s hand moved with a kind of frantic slowness, like he wanted to take his time, but his body wouldn’t let him. His fingers kept sliding through your folds, sticky with sweat and slick, smearing the mess across your skin with every stroke. The heat in the room was unbearable now, a pressure pressing down on both of you, thick and wet, turning every breath into steam.

You were barely holding on.

His forehead pressed into your shoulder again, damp hair sticking to your skin, his lips dragging open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, wet and hungry. Every part of him was sweating, his chest against your back, his hand between your legs, his cock twitching against the curve of your ass, leaving a dark patch of precum on his boxers.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, voice hoarse and desperate. “I can’t—fuck, I need you.”

His fingers slipped a little as he circled your clit again, too slick to stay steady, and he let out a frustrated breath, then did it again, slower, more deliberate. You could feel his palm now, hot and damp, pressing messily into you with every movement.

“You’re driving me insane,” he breathed. “You feel so good, baby. So soft, so wet. I can’t stop touching you. I can’t stop.”

You whimpered again, and he groaned into your neck, like just the sound of your breath was enough to ruin him.

Your body jerked slightly when he slid two fingers inside, the stretch slow but so slippery it made your thighs shake. The slick sound of it filled the quiet room, obscene and impossible to ignore. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he curled his fingers inside you, searching for that spot with clumsy, desperate precision.

“Fuck—feel that?” he muttered. “You’re sucking me in. So tight. So wet. I can’t believe I’m not inside you yet.”

His hand trembled slightly—actually trembled—and when he pulled back just to push in again, deeper this time, his wrist knocked against your thigh with a wet smack. You knew your inner thighs were slick now, not just from arousal but from sweat, from the heat, from him grinding against you like he couldn’t help it.

You could hear him now, panting, breathless and needy behind you, every sound a low whimper or half-bitten moan, like he was the one getting touched.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he choked out, rutting against you again. “I don’t—fuck, I don’t think I can last if I don’t get inside you soon.”

You barely managed a whisper.

“Euijoo…” before he groaned again and kissed the side of your neck, messy and hot, dragging his tongue over a bead of sweat that had rolled down to your collarbone.

His pace picked up, fingers thrusting into you a little harder now, the angle desperate and rough, but still wrapped in the slow rhythm of someone who didn’t want it to end.

“You feel that?” he murmured again, his voice wrecked. “Feel how wet you’ve made me?”

You could. His boxers were soaked, sticking to your ass every time he rolled his hips, and his chest was pressed tight to your back, so hot and slick that your bodies felt like one melting, heaving thing.

And still, his fingers moved. Soaking in the heat and the mess and the need. Desperate. Sloppy.

His fingers slowed inside you, dragging out slowly with a wet sound that made your cheeks burn. Your thighs instinctively clenched, chasing the friction, but Euijoo only groaned under his breath and kissed your shoulder again, lazy and wet, lips sticking to your sweat-slicked skin.

You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with the weight of the heat and the ache he’d left behind. Your body was trembling, sticky with sweat, clinging to his.

Then you felt it.

His hand moved, fingers gliding up your stomach, smearing slick and sweat across your skin until he reached your lips. You opened your eyes just as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your mouth, shiny, soaked in you, warm from your heat and his.

“Open,” he whispered, voice rough and low and so close to breaking. “Taste how sweet you are.”

You hesitated for only a breath before parting your lips, letting him press the fingers past them, slow and deliberate. The taste hit your tongue immediately, salty and musky and yours, and the second your lips closed around him, Euijoo shuddered behind you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes fluttering half shut. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

His other hand gripped your waist tighter, sweat-slick palm sliding just slightly on your skin. You sucked gently, slowly, letting your tongue swirl over his fingers, savoring the way he groaned into your neck, breath shaky and uneven.

“Just like that,” he said softly. “You’re perfect, doll. So good for me.”

You pulled back with a quiet pop, and his fingers slipped from your mouth, glistening now with a mix of your slick and your spit. He stared down at you, wrecked and flushed, hair wet and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving against your back.

You barely had a second to catch your breath before Euijoo was moving again, pulling his hand from between your thighs, dragging it up your body, over your stomach, across the slick curve of your ribs.

Then his fingers hooked into the hem of your tank top.

“Lift your arms, baby,” he murmured, voice low and full of want. “Let me see you.”

You obeyed, dazed and flushed, and he tugged the thin fabric up, slow and unhurried, baring more of your damp skin inch by inch. Your top clung where the sweat had soaked through, peeling off with a soft, sticky sound. When it was finally over your head and tossed to the side, the humid air hit your bare chest, making your nipples tighten instantly.

Euijoo groaned at the sight.

“Fuck. Look at you,” he breathed. His eyes roamed across your chest like he didn’t know where to touch first. “You’re dripping. You’re so sweaty, baby. I love it.”

And then he devoured you.

His mouth found your breast, hot and open and hungry, lips closing around your nipple with a wet, desperate moan. He sucked hard, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, and the noise you made was barely a whisper, but your hips bucked.

You were soaked, sweat and arousal mixing between your thighs, your skin slippery everywhere he touched. His hands gripped your waist, trying to steady himself, but they kept sliding, palms wet, fingers trembling from need.

He moved to your other breast, nipping gently, then kissing away the sting. His breath was ragged, shaky, like he couldn’t breathe properly unless his mouth was on your skin.

“You taste like sweat,” he panted, tongue dragging down your chest, “and summer and you.”

You whimpered under him, your hands sliding into his hair, fingers threading through the damp strands at the nape of his neck. He was soaked, his forehead, his temples, the back of his neck, and his mouth was everywhere, kissing a path down your body like he was worshipping the heat that clung to you.

Then he shifted, kissed your stomach, licked a bead of sweat that had trailed down your navel. His hands slid lower, hooked under your thighs, and then—

He settled between your legs.

He pushed your legs apart slowly, reverently, groaning when he saw the mess between them. Your panties were damp, nearly see-through from sweat and slick, and he pressed a hot kiss to the inside of your thigh before speaking again, voice low, gravelly, wrecked.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered, nuzzling closer, tongue dragging along your inner thigh. “I don’t care how sweaty you are. I want it. I want all of you.”

And when he licked you through your underwear, slow, filthy, and needy, you nearly cried out, biting your hand to keep quiet.

Your breath caught as Euijoo mouthed over the damp fabric of your panties again, hot, open-mouthed, wet. He groaned into you, tongue dragging slow and heavy over the soaked spot, and you felt the sound vibrate through your core.

“Fuck, princess” he whispered, almost to himself. “I can feel you through these—can taste you.”

His fingers curled around the waistband, and you lifted your hips for him, body trembling. He peeled your panties down slow, reverent, sticky from how soaked they were. They clung to your folds before slipping free, and he let them drop somewhere off the side of the bed without even looking.

And then he looked at you.

Not at your face, at your cunt.

Eyes dark, lips parted, sweat shining on his flushed skin, and when he exhaled, it was a shaky, wrecked breath.

“God,” he said, almost reverently. “You’re perfect.”

Then he dived in.

No teasing. No hesitation. Just tongue, hot, slick, eager, flattening against you, licking one long, slow stripe through your folds before circling your clit in slow, shaking strokes. He moaned when he tasted you properly, grinding his hips into the mattress below like he couldn’t take it.

You threw a hand over your mouth, eyes wide, body locking up at the sheer intensity of it.

He was soaking now, his hair stuck to his forehead, temples slick, sweat dripping from his jaw onto the inside of your thigh. His hands gripped your legs tighter, sliding slightly from the heat and mess, but he held you open, anchored to you like this was the only place he ever wanted to be.

His tongue moved slow, then fast, then slower, drawing tight circles around your clit, then flicking it gently, rhythm messy and needy like he couldn’t decide what would make you fall apart faster.

Every few seconds he pulled back to catch his breath, panting hard, cheeks flushed red. Then he’d dive right back in, groaning, licking, devouring you like the taste of you was everything he’d ever needed.

You felt his voice more than you heard it, low vibrations against your soaked skin.

“So sweet,” he murmured. “I could stay here all day.”

And he meant it.

Your thighs trembled around his head, your body arching up, sweat slicking every inch of skin between you. You felt him press messy kisses to your clit, slow and open-mouthed, hands roaming your hips with desperate reverence, like he needed every part of you under his palms.

When his tongue slipped lower, down to your entrance, inside, you almost sobbed into your fist, the noise muffled but your body giving you away.

“You taste so good like this,” he whispered, licking back up through your folds, “so messy and hot and mine.”

Your hand was still pressed over your mouth, but your hips gave you away, twitching, bucking, grinding helplessly into Euijoo’s face as his mouth worked you over like he was starving. And maybe he was. The way he moaned into your pussy, low, wrecked sounds that vibrated through your whole body, made it feel like he needed this more than air.

His tongue was everywhere. Messy, relentless, greedy. Licking through your folds like he couldn’t get enough, sucking your clit with wet, filthy noises that had your eyes rolling back.

You couldn’t keep your thighs still. Couldn’t keep quiet either, every time his tongue slipped a little lower or he moaned into your heat, something soft and helpless escaped your lips, half-strangled into your palm.

“F-fuck, Euijoo—” you breathed, barely audible, like your lungs couldn’t hold enough air. “You’re—gonna make me—”

“Do it,” he panted against you, his voice cracked and drunk and gone. “Come for me. Please. Please, baby, come on my mouth, I need it—”

He sounded wrecked.

His face was soaked, chin slick, lips shiny, hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands. Sweat dripped down his neck, tracing his spine, and his hips rutted softly into the mattress like he couldn’t help it.

His tongue didn’t stop.

He sucked your clit again, rough and slow and needy, then licked back down, deeper, dragging the flat of his tongue over your entrance before slipping inside. He moaned as you clenched around him, a full-body, fucked-out moan like he was tasting heaven.

“Can’t stop,” he mumbled, slurring the words into your skin. “You’re so good—fuck—you taste so fucking good, baby—”

You were sweating, panting, toes curling into the sheets. The heat, the pressure, the way his hands gripped your thighs to keep you still, it was all too much. Your whole body was trembling, wet and sticky and his, as he devoured you like a man possessed.

When his thumb reached up and circled your clit in time with his tongue inside you, you broke.

Your back arched, body locking tight, your cry muffled against your hand as you came, hard, and hot, and wet, against his mouth.

And Euijoo didn’t let go.

He groaned, drinking it in, messy and unashamed, like your orgasm was something sacred. His tongue kept moving, slower now, gentler, but still so greedy, licking you clean, moaning through it, lips slick and swollen.

When you finally sagged into the mattress, chest heaving and thighs twitching, he pulled back just enough to kiss your thigh, slow and sloppy, before resting his cheek against it.

His face was soaked.

Hair a mess. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy.

And when he looked up at you, breathless and flushed, he smiled like he was drunk.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he whispered, voice rough with heat and love and lust.

Euijoo rested his cheek on your thigh for a moment, still panting, still dazed. His lips were swollen and shiny, and when he blinked up at you, it was like he wasn’t even fully back in his body yet.

Then he moved, slow, heavy, like every inch of him was weighted with heat and hunger. He crawled up over you, dragging his damp body along yours, the sweat between you making your skin stick together. You could feel the heat radiating off him — from his chest, his stomach, the hard length of him pressing hot against your hip.

He leaned in to kiss you, and you let him. Let him press his mouth to yours, slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours so you could taste the salt and the slick he’d just pulled from you. You moaned softly, hips twitching up into his, and he shuddered.

“I need you,” he breathed, voice rough, lips brushing yours. “Need you on top of me, baby. Wanna feel all of you. Slow, messy… I don’t care how hot it is.”

Your thighs were still trembling, but the second you shifted beneath him, wrapping your arms around his back, rolling your hips up, he groaned like he was in pain.

“You’re so hard,” you whispered against his mouth, and he nodded, frantic, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“Been hard for you since you walked back into the room,” he confessed, breath shaking. “Sweaty and flushed and mine—I couldn’t think straight.”

You kissed his temple, your fingers running through his hair, soaked now, the strands clinging to your palm, and then you pushed gently at his chest. He rolled onto his back, breath catching when you straddled his hips.

His hands gripped your thighs, sliding up slowly, shakily, fingers slipping on your damp skin. You were soaked, hot, aching, and when you reached down to wrap your hand around him, thick and twitching and leaking against your fingers, he choked out a sound that made your stomach clench.

“Fuck—baby—”

You sank down slowly, both of you gasping as the heat between your bodies surged, sticky and slick and unbearable. The stretch made you whimper, and Euijoo’s hands flew to your hips, holding you like you’d disappear if he let go.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, head falling back against the pillow, sweat trickling down his neck. “You feel—fuck, you feel too good.”

You started to move, slow, rolling grinds of your hips, your thighs sticking to his, the sheets beneath you completely soaked now. The sun had climbed higher through the window, light spilling over both of you in gold, and the air felt thick, like it had weight, like even breathing was heavy.

And still, he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

“Ride me, baby,” he pleaded, voice hoarse. “Take your time. Make me feel all of it.”

You leaned down, kissed the sweat off his jaw, your bodies sticking and sliding together, and started to move again, slow and deep, letting him feel every second of it.

His moans were breathless, high and shaky, fingers digging into your hips, dragging you down harder, messier, needier every time.

“I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, eyes fluttering. “You’re so wet—so hot—fuck, I’m gonna come just like this—”

You moved slowly, hips rolling with the rhythm of your breath, your slick skin dragging across his with every grind. The sweat made everything slippery, your thighs, his stomach, the sheets underneath you already soaked through. The room felt unbearably hot, air heavy and thick, and the only sounds were your ragged breathing, the wet slap of your hips meeting his, and the occasional soft moan you couldn’t keep in.

Euijoo was ruined.

His eyes fluttered every time you sank down on him, mouth open, chest rising and falling too fast. His hair was damp against the pillow, strands sticking to his temples, and his cheeks were flushed bright pink, sweat dripping down the curve of his jaw.

“God—fuck—baby—” he gasped, head tipping back as you grinded down harder, slower, keeping him deep.

He was so deep inside you. Every inch, every pulse, right there, and the more you moved, the more wrecked he got. His fingers flexed around your hips, trying not to grip too hard, but he couldn’t help it. He was shaking.

“Can’t—can’t hold it,” he panted, brows scrunched, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “You feel so good, fuck”

You leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his moan, your hands sliding through his damp hair. You moved again, slow and deliberate, grinding until you felt him twitch inside you.

And he whined.

High and breathless, like he was about to fall apart.

His body jerked, his hips lifting helplessly as he gasped your name like he was drowning. His release spilled deep inside you, thick and hot and endless, his arms wrapping around you so tightly it felt like he was trying to melt into you. His thighs trembled under yours, his whole body tense and trembling.

But you didn’t stop.

You kept moving, slow and steady, grinding through it, pulling more from him even as he whimpered against your shoulder.

“F-fuck—baby, I—oh my god”

His hips still lifted, just barely, like even overwhelmed and overstimulated, he needed more. Needed all of you.

But he didn’t slow down.

Even as he twitched through it, gasping into your skin, he kept moving, dragging your hips against his, slow but forceful, refusing to let you pull away. His cock was still buried inside you, still hard, overstimulated and throbbing, but his hands only gripped you tighter.

“Don’t get off me,” he muttered, voice dark and breathless against your shoulder. “Not yet. You’re gonna come like this.”

“Euijoo—” you gasped, back arching. “You just came—”

“I don’t care,” he cut you off, a groan breaking through his teeth. “Need to feel you come. Need to feel you lose it on my cock.”

He sat up a little, chest to chest now, sweat slick between your bodies. His palms slid up your back, firm and hot, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he rocked you over him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re gripping me so good—fuck, baby, come on.”

You whimpered, your thighs shaking around him, every nerve in your body lit up from the heat and the pressure and the way he owned your pace now. He rolled his hips up into you, matching your rhythm, dragging you down to meet every thrust, each one just a little rougher.

Every time you tried to slow down, catch your breath, he pushed you back into it, harder, deeper, his breath hitting your mouth in hot, heavy pants.

“You feel this?” he rasped, eyes locked on yours. “Feel how wet you are? How full you are?”

You nodded, barely able to think, your head spinning.

“That’s mine,” he growled softly, jaw clenched, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles over your clit. “That’s all mine. Now give it to me. Come for me, baby—come now.”

The pressure hit you like fire.

You cried out, lips parting in a silent gasp, your whole body locking down as the orgasm tore through you. You clenched around him hard, shaking in his lap, and Euijoo groaned, low and possessed, like the feel of you coming on him was the only thing keeping his soul in his body.

“F-fuck, there it is,” he gasped, hips jerking up into you, helpless. “Good girl. Good fucking girl—ride it out—”

You collapsed against his chest, gasping into the space between his neck and shoulder, trembling through the comedown. His arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close, not letting you go, not even when your bodies stopped moving.

Just the two of you, skin to skin, panting in the quiet morning heat. His cock still inside you, his hands still roaming over your back, like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you.

You didn’t know how long you laid there after, still straddling him at first, his chest rising and falling under yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathless. Your thighs were trembling, your skin damp and sticky against his, but the weight of him still inside you, the way his arms were wrapped around your waist like you might disappear, it was perfect.

Eventually, he shifted, slow and gentle, rolling with you until your back hit the mattress and he settled beside you. Not far , never far. His leg was slung over yours, one arm under your head, the other stretched across your belly, palm warm and heavy.

The sheets stuck to your skin, and the pillowcase under your cheek was damp, but Euijoo didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were soft when he looked at you, that warm, half-drunk kind of dazed, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

Then he leaned in and pressed his mouth to your shoulder. A kiss, slow, lingering, followed by another. And another. Then lower, to the edge of your collarbone, then down between your breasts, each one softer than the last.

“I’m sweaty,” you whispered, teasing. “Disgusting.”

“You’re perfect,” he corrected instantly, kissing the swell of your breast, then the side of your ribs. “Could stay right here forever.”

His lips traveled across your chest, warm, open-mouthed kisses on every inch he could reach. He nuzzled his face against your skin like a cat, humming softly, his voice all sweet and sleep-slurred.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he confessed, lifting his head just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of wonder. “Like I’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream if I let go.”

You turned to kiss him, slow, lazy, your lips just barely moving over his. His hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. He kissed you like he had all day, like there was no rush at all, like he’d still be kissing you long after the sun had set.

The air was still thick with heat, your skin still buzzing, but with Euijoo curled around you like that, clinging to you, kissing every inch, whispering soft, sleepy praise against your chest.

It felt like summer.

It felt like him.

[lovelyjuju]

ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ – ʙʏᴜɴ ᴇᴜɪᴊᴏᴏ

euijoo x fem!reader

genre: love at first sight – college au!, fluff

warnings: a little angst here and there, curse words, alcohol consumption, euijoo is literally just so in love it hurts

word count: 6.5k

euijoo was never the type to receive a lot of attention from others. he wasn't disliked, he just went unnoticed – overlooked, despite his height. but he didn't mind. he liked it that way; being in his own little bubble that consisted of classes, late night study sessions, his favourite books, and weekends spent gaming with his best friend nicholas. it was peaceful like that and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

until he met you.

euijoo was weaving through the crowded college hallways, lost in thought about the upcoming exam period, and mentally organizing how to spread out all the study materials over the next two weeks, when a bright, unfamiliar laugh pierced through the haze of his thoughts.

almost instantly, his eyes found the source of the sound – and he swore he could feel his heart sink. for a moment, he stood frozen, completely taken aback. it wasn’t just your appearance that left him breathless, but something more – a kind of effortless energy that seemed to fill the space around you. he couldn’t believe he had never noticed you before. had you always been there, just beyond the edge of his awareness, waiting to catch him off guard?

the easygoing, yet warm smile you wore, made his heart flutter in a way he'd never experienced before – it captivated him, leaving his eyes fixed on you, unable to look away.

it wasn’t until a dull ache in his shoulder brought him back to reality that he finally gathered his thoughts. "how about not standing in the middle of the hallway," he heard an irritated student mutter as they brushed past him. euijoo quickly stepped aside, clearing his throat before mumbling a half-hearted apology.

when he looked back at you, you were gone, the spot that had held your presence just moments ago now empty, yet somehow, your warmth still seemed to linger in the air. he shook his head as if it could clear his mind that suddenly seemed to only have space for you – exams long forgotten.

as he continued his way to the cafeteria, he tried his best to quiet his thoughts, but to no avail. it was almost ridiculous, he thought, how just twenty seconds of seeing you could completely take over his mind. hell, he didn't even know your name, and until two minutes ago, he hadn’t known you existed at all.

he tightened his grip on the straps of his backpack and exhaled deeply before stepping into the cafeteria, scanning the room for nicholas, determined not to let anything show.

"juju! everything okay?" nicholas greeted him once the younger found him sitting at a table.

"yes," he replied, almost a little too quickly. "why wouldn't everything be okay?"

nicholas furrowed his brows, leaning back in his chair a bit, and scanned his best friend's face carefully. "you know," he started, "i usually ask. but honestly, today you're being weird about it." nicholas crossed his arms in front of his chest. "so, what's up?"

euijoo quickly looked down, knowing damn well he couldn’t lie to nicholas face-to-face, and silently cursed himself for trying too hard to hide how he really felt. he'd always been too awkward when trying to play it cool, and nicholas was too much of a good friend to not notice.

"nothing," he mumbled after a while, "i'm just stressing over exams, i guess."

nicholas sighed slightly. "you know you'll ace it, you always do. why do you have to panic first?"

euijoo just offered a slight shrug as he picked up his chopsticks to eat his lunch, attempting to focus on nicholas’s ramble about finding healthy ways to relieve stress – attempting not to let his thoughts drift back to you once again.

even days later, euijoo couldn’t shake the moment from his mind. your laughter, your presence – it all replayed in his head, tugging at him in a way that was unfamiliar. he found himself scanning the hallways more often, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you. but whenever he did spot you, his heart would pound in his chest, his feet frozen, leaving him unable to approach. instead, he’d linger from a distance, admiring in silence, and hoping you wouldn’t notice.

nicholas was quick to catch on. the two were sitting on the lawn near campus after some hours of studying together in the library. it was evident that both were a little exhausted, but euijoo seemed quieter than usual, distracted.

"you’ve been acting weird lately," nicholas said after some moments of silence, a hint of concern coating his words. "what's going on? is it really just exams?"

euijoo tried to brush it off, shaking his head. "it's nothing, just a lot on my mind."

nicholas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. just as he was about to respond, he noticed euijoo's eyes slightly widen at something. he followed his friend's gaze, realizing that it wasn’t something after all, but rather someone. euijoo wondered how you always somehow managed to be exactly where he was. so close, yet just so out of reach. he found himself watching you a moment longer than he intended, and nicholas, ever the attentive friend, understood immediately.

"a lot on your mind, huh? or someone on your mind? spill, who is she?"

after a long pause, euijoo sighed. "just–... actually, i don't know." he felt a heat rise to his cheeks just saying it.

nicholas's eyes lit up at euijoo's blushed cheeks, a grin spreading across his face. "you don't know? let me guess, you’ve never talked to her?"

euijoo frowned. "it’s not that easy. i don’t even know where to start. 'hi, i've been secretly watching you for a while now cause you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen?' will surely go well," he said sarcastically.

"it’s not rocket science," nicholas said with a laugh. "you don’t have to confess that you’re hopelessly in love with someone you barely know, juju. you just go up and say hi. you do know how to say hi, right?"

euijoo groaned, sinking deeper into the lawn. "i’m not like you, nicholas. i don’t know how to just... talk to people like that."

nicholas leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "then we’re gonna fix that."

over the next few days, nicholas kept pushing him. whenever they passed you in the hallway, nicholas would nudge euijoo's shoulder and whisper, "now’s your chance," but every time, euijoo’s nerves would get the best of him. his heart would race, his hands would get all sweaty, and the words he wanted to say would evaporate before he could speak.

it became a routine – nicholas encouraging, euijoo hesitating. no matter how much he wanted to approach you, the thought of saying something and making a fool of himself kept holding him back.

nicholas, ever persistent, wouldn’t let up. "look, euijoo," he said one afternoon, pulling him aside after class, "if you don’t do something soon, someone else will. you don’t want to regret not taking your shot, do you?"

euijoo knew nicholas was right, but every time he tried to gather the courage, he felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, too afraid to jump.

one afternoon, in the final week of lectures before exam season would hit with full force, euijoo found himself sitting in the cafeteria, eating his lunch with nicholas while grumbling about the little time they had between lectures and exams, which left them hardly any opportunity to study in peace.

"euijoo," nicholas interrupted his best friend's rant, when he spotted you at a table. usually, you'd sit with your friends, but this time, you were all by yourself. he titled his head in your direction, instructing euijoo to look your way.

"she's alone, that's your chance," he encouraged him yet another time to approach you. the younger opened his mouth to object, but nothing came out – you weren't surrounded by your friends, you weren't rushing to your next class; he didn't have any excuses this time.

"what's the worst that can happen?" nicholas pressed.

the worst that can happen? him making a total fool of himself? you rejecting him? maybe even making fun of him? or worse, ignoring him?

despite the doubts swirling in his mind, he pushed his chair back, stood up on slightly wobbly knees, and walked over to your table. he didn't understand where his confidence came from, but as quickly as it did, it fled his body again, when someone else approached you first.

he stopped dead in his tracks, watching as kei, known as one of the best athletes on the college's team, sat down next to you, greeted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek, and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you just a little closer.

euijoo's heart dropped. he felt stupid. so, so stupid. of course you had a boyfriend. why would a girl like you not have a boyfriend?

he turned around, hoping that the way he had stood there, as usual, just went unnoticed by everyone. he slowly went back to the table he shared with nicholas and sank down in his chair, shoulders slumped and eyes stuck to his still half-full plate.

a hint of worry washed over nicholas's face as he saw euijoo's expression. he intentionally hadn’t observed the approach, wanting to spare euijoo from feeling scrutinized, but now he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for not knowing if he could have jumped in to help. "what happened?" he asked softly, not sure if he'd even get a reply.

euijoo just shook his head, not lifting his gaze. "nothing. she's with kei," he replied silently.

nicholas slightly bit his bottom lip, watching as his best friend picked up his chopsticks again to pick at his food. "shit... i'm sorry, i had no idea," he mumbled, although knowing it wouldn't help anyhow.

again, euijoo shook his head slightly. "it's fine. it was delusional to think she'd be single anyways."

for the first time since he'd started college, euijoo felt genuinely thankful for the stress that came with exam season. he'd get to spend his time studying, sometimes until late at night, and whenever he finally closed his books, he was too exhausted to think about how he felt.

although nicholas tried his best to convince euijoo to take more breaks, the younger thrived on the distraction that studying brought about. it was a little ridiculous anyway, he tried to convince himself. he couldn't seriously be upset that his hallway crush had a boyfriend. after all, he didn't even know you, and now he was sure it would stay that way. so why be upset about it?

still, euijoo was happy when the last exam was done, a wave of relief washing over him. he knew he'd head back to his home country to spend the summer break with his family, and he was certain that by the time he'd return to college, he'd be fully unbothered by you.

during the summer break, euijoo found comfort in returning home, where life felt familiar and calm. being surrounded by family and catching up with old friends brought a sense of ease, and he could finally relax and clear his head.

each day that passed, the thought of you slipped further from his mind. it felt ridiculous, really – how a brief, one-sided crush had thrown him off so much. by the time summer neared its end, euijoo felt lighter. the idea of going back to campus no longer felt stressful.

he’d be fine; that's what he told himself. if he saw you again, so be it. but this time, he'd be walking back onto campus in control of his emotions.

his resolve lasted exactly one day.

he had almost made it throughout the first day of classes without running into you. one last class and he'd head to finally meet up with nicholas to catch up about the summer.

he found a spot near the middle of the room and settled in, pulling out his notebook and glancing around casually as the rest of the students trickled in. just as he was about to pull out his phone, the door opened again, and a familiar laugh echoed through the room.

his heart stopped for a moment, his hand freezing halfway to his pocket.

he didn’t even have to look to know it was you. that laugh – it was the same one that had derailed his focus for weeks last semester. and against his better judgment, he glanced up. there you were, walking in with a friend, that warm energy surrounding you like a halo. euijoo’s breath caught in his throat. you hadn’t noticed him, but he sure as hell noticed you. all the progress he thought he’d made over the summer crumbled in an instant.

he quickly looked down at his notebook, gripping his pen tighter than necessary, mentally scolding himself for how easily his resolve had vanished. stay calm, he told himself. it’s just one class. you’ll survive.

the professor began speaking, announcing the outline for the semester and the project that would take up the majority of their time, continuing with a speech on the importance of teamwork, but euijoo barely listened. had you gotten more beautiful over summer? was that even possible?

"i don't want any bickering on who's working with who, so i'll call out pairs. i expect everyone to work together efficiently," the professor continued, "raise your hand when your name is called so your partner can find you."

euijoo zoned out, still trying to push you from his mind, repeating a mantra to himself that everything was fine, that this would all blow over soon.

"byun euijoo and–" the professor called out, snapping him back to attention, "– y/l/n y/n."

euijoo scanned the room while hesitantly raising his hand.

his heart dropped. he could almost feel the air leave the room.

you had raised your hand. for a second, you seemed to look around, processing the pairing before your gaze settled on him.

slowly, as if in a daze, he looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time. it felt like time had slowed down, like every sound in the lecture hall faded away except for the quiet hum of his own heartbeat in his ears. he could feel the heat rushing to his face, his head starting to spin, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

you smiled – a soft, polite smile, the kind you give someone you don’t really know but are about to work with for an entire semester. it wasn't much, but oh god, euijoo swore the world stopped for a second.

when you turned back toward the front of the class, he didn't even know if he'd returned the smile, if he'd nodded in acknowledgement, or if he'd done absolutely nothing.

throughout the entire class, it became increasingly obvious for euijoo that the weeks of distance had done nothing to change the way he felt about you. he found himself zoning out, replaying the tiny interaction between you again and again, or looking back to your seat for just a second before he forced himself to look away.

as the professor ended class, he started packing up his things, and took a deep breath. he knew he'd had to talk to you now. and although techincally, he had prepared for that moment so long during the last semester, he felt himself hesitating yet again.

he tried to remind himself that it was just for the project and that there was no way he could ridicule himself now.

euijoo took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the class began to filter out. his palms felt sweaty, and his heart raced faster with every step that brought him closer to where you were gathering your things. his mind raced with a thousand ways to approach the conversation, yet none of them seemed right.

as if sensing his approach, you glanced up from your bag, your eyes meeting his for the second time that day. that soft smile appeared again – this time with a hint of curiosity, and euijoo nearly forgot what he had planned to say. for a moment, the world felt too quiet, his nerves too loud.

"hi, euijoo, right?" you said, breaking the silence with an easy warmth. your voice was gentle, and somehow it felt like a small bit of relief to hear his name spoken so softly.

euijoo swallowed hard, blinking as if snapping out of a daze. "uh, yeah. that’s me." he managed a small, awkward laugh. "looks like we’re project partners."

you nodded, still smiling as you stood up. "looks like it. should we maybe set up a time to meet and figure out a plan?"

it was such a simple question, and yet euijoo’s heart felt like it was racing a marathon. he quickly nodded, trying not to let his nerves show. "yeah, sure. uh... maybe at the library? it’s usually quieter there." he didn't know how the hell he'd managed to sound so calm, but he felt a short pang of pride rush through him.

"perfect," you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "how about tomorrow afternoon?"

"tomorrow sounds good," euijoo replied, his mind scrambling for something else to say – something that wasn’t awkward or strange. his fingers fidgeted with the straps of his own backpack as he added, "uh, we can exchange numbers too? you know, to coordinate."

you smiled again, and euijoo could almost feel the tension melting away, though his pulse was still thrumming in his ears. "sure yes. just type in your number."

you handed him your phone, almost brushing his fingers with yours in the process, and he just hoped you didn't hear how his breath hitched. he quickly typed his number in and handed it back to you with a sheepish grin. "there you go."

"great! i’ll text you so we can figure out the details. see you tomorrow, euijoo."

with one last smile, you turned and headed toward the door, leaving euijoo standing there, his mind still trying to process the fact that not only had you smiled at him – twice – but now you had his number. sure, it was only for a project, and his chest still felt tight, his knees were still slightly shaky, but a strange sense of accomplishment settled over him.

"what took you so long?" nicholas frowned at his best friend as he finally approached their usual spot at the lawn.

euijoo plopped himself down next to him, hoping that the blush on his cheeks had faded by now, but nicholas was already eyeing him suspiciously.

“uh… nothing,” euijoo said, scratching the back of his neck. but the smile that kept creeping onto his face as his mind went back to the reason of his delay gave him away completely.

nicholas narrowed his eyes. “that is not a ‘nothing’ face. what happened?”

euijoo let out a long sigh, leaning back on his hands. “you remember that girl… the one from last semester?” he started, feeling his face flush slightly as he spoke.

"the one you swore you were over?" nicholas chimed in, an amused tone lacing his voice and a smirk tugging at his lips.

euijoo sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “i never swore anything,” he mumbled.

nicholas’s smirk only widened. “right. so what happened? did you see her?”

euijoo took a deep breath, feeling almost embarrassed at how easily he’d been caught. “she’s… in my class."

nicholas’s eyes lit up. “wait, her? she’s in your class?”

the younger nodded, his voice a little quieter now. “actually... we’re partnered up for the semester project.”

nicholas’s jaw dropped in exaggerated surprise, his smirk growing into a full grin. “no way. the girl you were practically obsessed with is now your project partner?”

“obsessed is a strong word,” euijoo protested, though he couldn’t deny that it wasn’t too far from the truth.

the older leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. "you do realize that this is the chance you've been waiting for, right?"

euijoo groaned, although he'd lie if he said he didn't allow himself to entertain that thought for a second. "it's not a chance, nico. she's taken, remember? i'm not going to try anything."

nicholas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "you cannot know that. maybe they broke up," he said, to which euijoo just shot him a pointed look that told him this was the end of their conversation.

in the following weeks, you and euijoo met regularly to work on the project. though the workload was tiring, the way your minds seemed to complement each other perfectly made the process surprisingly smooth. it seemed like you could finish all of his thoughts when he struggled, and he had all the answers to your questions.

it should have been a relief for euijoo, knowing the project wasn't going to be impossible to handle, but instead, it only made things more complicated for him. your sharp insights and ideas left him even more captivated, as he realized that beyond your pretty face that still left him breathless, and the energy you carried, you were also incredibly smart. it felt almost too much to handle.

during the time you spent together, he couldn't help but notice little things about you that he hadn't seen from the distance. like the way your brows furrowed slightly when you were concentrated, or the way you tapped your pen on your chin when you were thinking. all of these things, no matter how simple or seemingly meaningless, somehow only carved the place he had reserved for you in his heart a little deeper. it felt like every new thing he learned about you warmed his chest more.

he'd catch himself smiling whenever he'd watch you just a little too long while you were busy typing on your laptop, and he got used to quickly looking down or pretending to search something in his backpack every time he felt the all too familiar heat rushing to his cheeks.

it was a miracle, really, how you hadn't caught on yet. at least that's what nicholas said – that everyone could clearly see the way euijoo was so obviously, helplessly in love.

"you got it bad, huh?" he had asked one time he met euijoo after your scheduled study session at the library. but the younger had just quickly shrugged it off with a mumbled, "shut up."

of course, working with you didn't only bring warmth and nervouseness that had by now grown to feel almost comfortable. it also brought hard, almost cruel, reminders of the one-sidedness of his feelings. of how you weren't his.

there was that pretty necklace you wore – one with a small gem – that he was certain kei had gifted to you. it hung around your neck like a constant reminder that you belonged to someone else.

there was kei who'd come to pick you up from the library when you finished whatever you had planned for that day, so you wouldn't have to go home alone. euijoo was glad to know there was someone who made sure you got home safely, but hell, he would be that someone too.

every time he saw you smiling at your boyfriend's arrival, the brightness in your eyes sent a flutter through euijoo's heart, only to be swiftly replaced by the reminder of how happy you were with him. it felt like a punch to the gut, and he’d quickly look away, embarrassed by the way his heart ached.

the confidence kei radiated made euijoo feel almost small. kei seemed to be everything he was not, and even the thought of ever standing a chance felt ridiculous.

sometimes, while working on the project, you would receive a text from your boyfriend, and euijoo couldn’t help but glance at your phone. he’d see the photo of the two of you together as your lock screen, and it would make his chest tighten uncomfortably.

whenever you’d smile at your phone while typing a quick reply, it was like a dagger in his heart; you were so genuinely happy, and he felt foolish for still liking you when he knew damn well that you were taken. he felt stupid for even letting himself dream about what it would be like to be the one making you smile like that.

one afternoon when euijoo arrived to the library, he found you at your usual spot, already immersed in the book in front of you and taking notes here and there. he pulled out his phone, slight panic washing over him. was he late? no. 4:30pm – he wasn't late.

"hey," he greeted gently after approaching the table, careful to not startle you. you looked up from the book and your eyes met his for a second. he didn't know how many times you had held eye-contact with him already, but it still made his knees wobble like it was the first.

"hey," you greeted back with a soft smile, and he swore his heart skipped a beat or two.

"i'm not late, am i?" euijoo asked after sitting down across from you, taking out his supplies but never leaving your gaze.

"no, no, don't worry," you shook your head, "i just uh... had nothing to do, so i figured i could start already. here look," you handed him your paper of notes and, yet again, reading your ideas and understandings of the text almost stunned him.

you continued working together until you reached the goal you had set for the day. when euijoo packed up his things, he tried to mentally prepare himself to see kei, his stomach filling with nervous premonition. but he didn't catch any sight of him.

he watched as you finished packing your bag, and he swore your eyes scanned the library too – just for a second, before you quickly glanced down to your phone, biting your bottom lip just the tiniest bit.

"isn't uh... isn't kei coming?" euijoo asked, his tone careful, almost shy.

he saw a hint of something flash through your eyes – something he couldn't quite name, but it vanished as quickly as it came. you shook your head. "i'm going alone today," you responded, offering a slight smile.

euijoo couldn't help but feel that something was up. he would have loved to be there to listen if his intuition was right, but he knew he wasn't in the position to ask.

"i can walk you home," he blurted out the offer before his brain could even finish processing the thought. he mentally cursed himself, when he saw your slight smile. it looked different from your usual bright, friendly smiles – it looked more forced, not really reaching your eyes.

"sorry, that was a stupid idea," he added, his voice a little quieter now. his mind started racing. had he made you uncomfortable? was it weird for him to suggest keeping you company outside of the project?

"it wasn't," you replied equally quiet, yet you cut through the thoughts that had started clouding his mind. "i'll be fine, but i appreciate it... thanks, euijoo." the volume of your voice decreased until all that was left was another, almost shy but this time more genuine smile from you.

euijoo lingered for a moment, his bagpack slung over his shoulder, still standing at the table as you looked back down at your phone. he gave a small nod, even though you weren't looking, and quietly left the library, his mind replaying the brief conversation over and over.

the following week, you canceled the study session last minute. it was the first time you had done so, and euijoo felt an odd twinge of concern. he didn't pry, didn't want to dig deeper, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

when you rescheduled for the week after, euijoo's intuition only grew stronger; he could clearly sense something was off. you seemed quieter, more in thought than usual. during the session, your eyes occasionally drifted away from the book, your notes, and even from him, as if you were miles away.

it wasn’t until euijoo noticed the absence of your necklace that a deeper worry settled into him. you had absentmindedly reached for it, your fingers grazing your collarbone, but when they found nothing, you quickly pulled your hand away.

“hey,” he asked softly, “is everything okay?”

your eyes met his, surprised by his question, but you gave a small shrug, your lips pressing into a thin line. "yeah, it's fine."

euijoo knew better than that by now, and he wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to push too hard. he hesitated for a moment before softly offering, “you know... if you ever want to talk... i’m here.”

you gave him a longer look this time, something unreadable in your eyes. and then, after a brief pause, you exhaled, leaning back in your chair. “i broke up with kei.”

euijoo felt his breath catch in his throat. what? he hadn't expected you to tell him. not so quickly, and not this. the name hit the air between you both, hanging there for a moment.

"i... i'm sorry," was all he managed to say. he wasn't sure how to choose his words, but he wanted to comfort you. "that... must be hard."

you nodded slightly, looking down at your hands, your voice soft. "it’s been coming for a while, i guess. he’s been distant, and i should’ve known, but... yeah." euijoo could feel his heart crack at the hint of sadness in your voice.

he felt the urge to reach across the table, maybe take your hand or offer some kind of physical comfort, but he stopped himself. he knew the boundaries well, and he didn't want to overstep. instead, he gave you a warm smile, hoping that would soothe your pain – that it would somehow be enough.

“thanks for telling me,” he said gently. he wanted to say more, to be a better source of comfort. but he sensed that he shouldn't press further, that you didn't want to talk about it now. "if you need anything… i’m here.”

you didn’t say anything for a moment, but then you gave a small, genuine smile – one that felt more like you. "thanks, euijoo."

after that, the two of you returned to your routine of project work. you both focused on your work, talking when necessary but mostly just working comfortably in each other’s presence.

euijoo began bringing you your usual coffee, not making a big deal out of it, just setting it down next to your books with a small remark like, "i thought that might help to cheer you up a little."

and while you thanked him casually each time, those gestures began to tug at something inside you. you found yourself looking forward to seeing him, not because of the free coffee but because of him – the way he always seemed to know when you needed a break, the quiet understanding he brought with him. his presence felt like a comforting anchor in the storm that had been your breakup.

one time, you looked up to thank him, your eyes meeting his, and for a second, you held the gaze. for the first time, you noticed how his brown hair fell slightly over his eyes, how his smile reached them in a way that felt warm, inviting. your heart gave a tiny flutter that you immediately brushed off. euijoo sat down, pulling out his notebook, but you could feel his presence in a way that felt more heightened than usual.

as time passed, you started seeing things you'd never noticed before, like the way his eyes lit up when he was explaining something he seemed passionate about, or the way he'd always look down for a second when he smiled shyly. you tried to focus on the project, but your mind wandered – drifting back to the small moments where you found yourself lingering on him. you began to notice how his kindness, patience, and quiet support filled you with a gentle warmth that spread through you in a comforting way.

yet, each time you felt that warmth in your chest, you quickly dismissed it. it was too soon. you had just started getting over kei; the last thing you needed was to rush into something else.

but euijoo made it so easy. you were falling for him, you knew it. and he made that fall feel so effortless, almost natural – filled with a mixture of comfort and anticipation.

"please, euijoo," you begged, pouting your lips slightly, hoping that this would help you succeed in your attempt to persuade euijoo to join a party that a fellow student hosted to celebrate the end of the semester.

he opened his mouth to object, but, oh god, you were just too adorable to resist. he actually felt like he'd combust if you didn't stop pouting anytime soon, so he gave in. "fine, but only for two hours."

you smiled brightly, still catching euijoo off guard like the very first time he saw you smile. oh how he wished he could tell you just how much that smile meant to him.

throughout the second half of the semester, you two had somehow bonded, feeling a little less awkward and a little more comfortable around each other – conversations flowing with ease, even for euijoo. but despite nicholas's (unsuccessful) attempts to encourage euijoo to finally tell you about his feelings, the latter didn't want to ruin the comfort you had just found in each other. if that was the closest he could get to you, then he'd settle for that.

when you arrived to the party hours later that day, people were already gathering in the small place, chatting and drinking, and some even danced. you felt embraced by the warmth of euijoo's body next to you, although the two of you didn't touch. but it felt comfortable, somewhat safe.

you grabbed some drinks from the kitchen before pushing through the growing crowd of people, euijoo's hand softly staying on the small of your back as if to not lose you. your skin buzzed in the spot where his hand rested, but you tried to shrug the feeling off.

you spent your evening reminiscing about the past semester, laughing here and there at funny stories either of you had to tell.

as the evening wore on, the party around you grew louder, drawing you a little closer to each other, leaning in a bit more whenever the other said something. you hadn’t touched since euijoo’s hand had briefly rested on your back earlier, but you could still feel the ghost of it. now, so close to him, the thought kept drifting to the back of your mind, no matter how much you tried to focus on the conversation.

when you couldn't hear each other anymore, not even after leaning in unnervingly close, you exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between you. without a word, you both quietly slipped out to the balcony.

the sudden quiet was soothing. you both leaned against the railing, the city lights glowing softly below, the distant sounds of the streets below grounding the moment.

neither of you spoke for a while, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. it felt more like a necessary pause. you could feel the weight of euijoo’s presence next to you, close enough that his arm almost brushed yours, but not quite.

after a few more beats of silence, euijoo shifted slightly, his hand brushing against the railing, fingers curling around it before he turned to you. his eyes found yours, and he didn't know if that was what pushed him, or if it was the alcohol in his blood that made his head buzz softly.

“you know,” he started, “i’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

you blinked, the soft buzz in your own head making his words seem like they were suspended in the air, slow to sink in. “yeah?” you asked, feeling your heart pick up pace. now or never, your intoxicated mind told yourself, "me too."

euijoo blinked, a bit taken aback, and the confidence he had brought up from god knows where suddenly vanished. he swallowed, tightening his grip about the railing. "what is it?" he asked quietly, too scared to say what had been on his mind now that he didn't know what was on yours.

you slightly shook your head. "no, you go first."

he hesitated, the silence stretching between you to a point it started to feel almost unbearable. he wouldn't go first, you thought, so you opened your mouth to beat him to it. but just when you uttered those three words, he did the same.

"i like you," you both said in unison, the words hanging in the air between you, leaving an almost tangible shock in their wake.

for a split second, you both froze, wide-eyed. then, simultaneously:

"what?"

again, the word echoed in both of your voices. you could feel your cheeks warming, and before you could help it, a small, nervous laugh escaped you.

euijoo blinked, stunned for a heartbeat, before the tension broke and he chuckled too, his laughter soft but genuine. the sound of it sent a wave of warmth through you, easing the fluttering in your chest.

"i–" he started, still smiling but a little more serious now. he took a breath, steadying himself, before his eyes found yours again. "i've been wanting to say that for a while. longer than i probably should have."

his confession was soft, but it felt heavy with sincerity. his eyes searched yours for a reaction, and you felt your heart flutter again.

you smiled, taking a step closer, feeling that familiar comfort in his presence. “i realized it recently,” you admitted quietly, “but… i can’t deny it anymore, either. being with you, it’s just… it feels... good."

euijoo’s gaze softened, and you could see the relief wash over his face, like the tension he’d been carrying for so long had finally lifted.

the space between you felt smaller now, filled with the weight of what had just been said.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. you just stood there, the city lights twinkling below. and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, euijoo took a small step forward, his hand reaching up gently, hesitantly, to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

your breath hitched as his hand lingered near your cheek, his touch light and careful, like he was waiting for permission. and with a small nod, you allowed him to close the distance that had always been between you – to finally kiss the lips that, with that laugh long ago, had captured him completely. <3

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⼺　BABY FEVER　( エンティーム )

genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs)   cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread   wc 1170   request no   note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :(   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids

but his true form is a goofy dad

will match his childrens energy 200%

always making silly faces and getting them to laugh

would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc

all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little

there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older

from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids 

he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!

would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active 

and he will never miss a game

his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion

he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well

his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy

pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys

his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things

frankly fuma is out of control with it

his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles 

he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something

seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm

you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables 

although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health

and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick

he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats

speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(

he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son 

very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is

raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth

has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things

because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things

nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has

this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son

always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well

every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal

because to nicholas, it is

every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest 

he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends

will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain 

even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together

he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

girl dad in the house

his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones

and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason

points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad

euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time

he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter

he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears

he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms

loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies 

tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success

but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her

reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together

loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics

peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit

she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident

every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother

you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness

yuma is convinced it was partly you as well

either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work 

fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time

gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend

whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave

but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers

 it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already 

despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond

and he would protect her from anything 

he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well

although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons

yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly

and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)

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[yum-nyang]

(by0907)

[leechqnsgirl]

𓂃۶ৎ switch!euijoo drabble

notes: based off of this ask

18+ | switch!euijoo x switch!reader | wc: 195 | masterlist

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your boyfriend took in a breathe when he bottomed out inside you, his hands holding your hips.

"fuck." you felt so perfect around him, your gummy walls gripping his cock tight. "so warm baby," he moaned, starting to move his hips. sliding himself in and out.

he leans down, pressing a mouth against your tit. god, he loved them. he whined against your chest, doing his best to keep going. you just felt so good, his brain goes dumb when he's in you.

your hand settled on the back of his neck, grabbing onto the short hairs. "j-juju?" he moaned in response, his hips faltering.

the hand in his hair pulled, he gasped when he realized how close he was to your face now.

"mm, you're so dumb, aren't you?" you teased him, bucking your hips up to his cock. "you always wanna try to be so big, so in control but you can't." he whimpered, shaking his head.

"n-no!" he tried to straighten himself up, he tried to regain himself but he just couldn't. he felt so gone whenever he'd feel your tight cunt grip onto him.

"oh yeah? why don't you show me."

[am00ures]

‘ BAD DATE. ’ &TEAM

ᵎᵎ pairing: &team x reader ♱ word count: 00 ♱ genre: fluff ♱ tags: down bad teamies, bestfriend!teamies, g.neutral!reader, texting w/ teamies, overprotective teamies, semi friends to lovers, cursing, reader needa wake up and smell the flowers ♱ synopsis: asking the teamies to come pick you up after a date gone wrong! ♱ an: i need better fake imessage apps pls spare a crumb or recs 🤲 ♱ @kstrucknet @lune-net

ー kei , fuma , nicholas

for anyone having a hard time reading nicho’s :

‘pls come pick me up he keeps trying to get me to go home with him and i’m uncomfy.’

ー euijoo , yuma

ー jo, harua, taki

ー maki

©am00ures . all rights reserved.

[byuneuijoo]

cool guy nico and his (slightly) less cool bff ej

[fawnymeadows]

mon amour 𓂃⋆.˚ &team reaction to burnt out s/o

&team ot9 headcanons

genre ▸imagines, headcanons, vignette, fluff, angst

warnings ▸ none except for cursing in nicholas'

requested :3

⊹ ࣪ ˖MASTERLIST

✿ koga yudai:

k is often a bundle of joy. he's understanding and aware of your rigorous timetable - studying every second of the day - as you yearn for that place in law school. but despite your best efforts you're unaware that yudai yearns for you.

one evening, you noticed k's moody demeanour. he muttered a soft 'hm' almost begrudgingly when you asked what he wanted for dinner. you ignore his silly remark and went to your shared bedroom exhausted from the day. not long after your ear's perch up at the sound of a light knock 'darling can I come in.' without waiting for your response k barges in and attacks you with a multitude of cuddles attaching his huge body on to yours. you groan at his weight to which he just chuckles at; remorse eating away at him 'i'm sorry I behaved in such a petty way earlier' he confessed as he held you tight "I know you're tired and working so hard" 'it's-' 'no pls I just wanted your affection and I know you can't always give it to me. I'm completely fine with just your presence' you cut him off with the sudden urge to plaster his face with kisses. when you stopped he cradled you in his arms for hours.

❀ murata fuma:

you didn’t mean to snap at him. the words came out sharp like glass and the moment they left your mouth, you saw the way they cut into him. but fuma didn’t flinch. he just stood there, watching you tremble under the weight of your own words, hands curled into fists at your sides, breath caught somewhere between a scream and a sob. 'I’m trying, okay?' you cried. 'I’m doing everything I can and it’s still not enough. And I know you’re just trying to help but I can’t fuma I can’t breathe.' you half-expected him to walk away. maybe slam a door. say something spiteful like 'then what the hell do you want me to do?' instead…he just stepped forward. he didn’t say a word as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. one hand found the back of your neck, the other gently rubbing circles on your back, slow and steady. you choked on your own sobs as the stress poured out of you like a dam breaking. 'I’m sorry,' you hiccuped, over and over. fuma just kept holding you. 'I know,' he whispered finally, voice hoarse. 'you don’t need to apologise angel. not to me.' and he stayed like that until your body stopped shaking until your breathing matched his, he pressed a soft saccharine kiss on to your coarse lips. holding you like you might shatter in his arms at any moment.

✿ nicholas wang

'you haven’t looked at me all day,' nicholas says with a smirk, nudging your leg under the table.

you blink. still rereading the same textbook paragraph for the fifth time. 'I’m serious, y/n' he adds, a teasing tone laced into his voice. 'at this point I’m starting to wonder if you even remember you have a boyfriend.' you clench your jaw already over his stupid remarks. 'don’t start this shit, nicholas' 'what?' he laughs, but there’s a slight edge to it now. “I’m just saying. I know you’re busy, but it’s like I don’t even exist lately.” something inside you snaps. 'oh my god. you narcissistic prick. you think this is about you?' his smile falters instantly. you shove the textbook shut. the sound harsh, final. 'I’m exhausted. I’m behind. I haven’t slept properly in weeks. and now I have to manage your feelings too?' his brows knit together, defensive. 'I’m just asking for attention, not a war.' you laugh, cold and bitter. 'then maybe ask someone who has the energy to give it to you' he recoils like you struck him across his face.

silence.

'weno, I didn’t mean that' you start, but it’s too late. the hurt’s already there, tucked into the way he pulls his hoodie sleeve over his hand like a shield. 'I get it,' he scoffs, softer now. 'na you don’t have to explain. i'll fuck right off' and he walks out, leaving your heart pounding in the wreckage of your words.

❀ byun euijoo

ej has always known how to read you. you like to pretend you're okay muttering 'just five more pages' like it's a prayer, blinking through exhaustion as you type away under the dim desk lamp. he doesn't say anything at first, just slips into the room with two mugs of tea and a gaze that lingers a second too long. 'you’re doing it again,' he murmurs softly, setting the mug down beside your laptop. you blink up at him, dazed. 'doing what?' 'carrying everything like you’re not allowed to fall apart.' your eyes sting a little. you didn’t realise you were that transparent. he leans down and brushes a kiss to your temple, then your shoulder. 'I know how badly you want this, baby. but if you're burning yourself out to prove you deserve it, you're gonna forget that you already do.' you don’t reply you can’t really but when he pulls your chair back and gently coaxes you into his arms, you don’t resist. he rocks you back and forth in the silence for a long time.

'just rest doll,' he whispers, 'and I’ll stay right here.'

✿ nakakita yuma

friday nights were always sacred in yours and yuma's relationship; you both snuggled in front of the tv watching a cheesy and typical rom-com that you've both probably watched over a hundred times. but when you refuse 'i can't tonight yuma I have to study for the dat' yuma's brainwaves fuse into a silly yet loving explosion forming an idea to cheer you up. he disappears from the room with a soft hum, muttering something about a plan b leaving you buried in textbooks and fluorescent highlighter streaks. fifteen minutes later, you're pulled from your revision fog by the sound of the microwave beeping. when you wander out, he's standing in front of the tv in his pyjamas holding a tray with popcorn, grape fanta, and the most dramatic puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. 'i promise just twenty minutes,' he pleads, already queueing up legally blonde. 'if you don’t laugh at least once, i’ll do your flashcards in a goofy accent.' you almost cry. he doesn’t guilt-trip you. doesn’t push. just offers this quiet reminder that you’re allowed to feel joy, too. you take the popcorn, sit beside him, and let your body lean into his shoulder. he presses a kiss to the top of your head like it's the most natural thing in the world. 'okay,' you whisper, already blinking slower. 'just twenty minutes.' but you both know it'll be thw whole movie.

❀ asakura jo

youve had a day from hell: midterms, spilled coffee, stress tears in the school bathroom. you come home tense, dead silent. jo immediately clocks something’s wrong. he panics because bless his chalant soul what does he do better? what does he do to solve your shared dilemma? he starts baking. but Jo doesn’t know how to bake... he just remembers you once said, 'cookies solve everything' and his brain latched onto it like gospel. cue flour on his face, the oven beeping wrong, and him sheepishly offering you the ugliest, slightly burnt cookies known to society. '...I was gonna write you a note too but I ran out of sticky notes and do you wanna just, like, scream into a pillow together or something?' you burst out laughing. and maybe crying. and jo just lets you, patting your head until you calm down, your warm embrace wrapping around him like a bundle of candles lighting up a bitter room on a piercing-cold autumn night.

✿ shigeta harua

you’re at your desk, hunched over like your spine is crumbling beneath the weight of a future you’re not even sure you want. everything hurts your eyes, your brain, your sense of time. harua’s behind you, quiet. he’s been reading on your bed for the past hour, only shifting occasionally, as if afraid even movement might set you off. he doesn’t say a word. not until your pen drops and your head falls into your hands with a soft, exhausted groan. then, he moves. a small sound the rustle of blankets, the creak of floorboards, the click of a light dimming. he comes over, slips an airpod into your ear without asking, without explaining. the music is gentle. lo-fi, but there’s a piano loop that sounds like the kind of rainy afternoon you and harua used to dream of watching the rain drops dance gracefully upon the battered window pane. the kind you haven’t felt in a while. 'you’re breathing too fast,' he murmurs, crouching beside you. 'just let it slow down.' he whispers as he cradles your hands in his. your breath hitches. 'rua i’m behind,' you confess, 'and tired and everyone else is' he takes your wrist gently, presses his thumb to your pulse. says nothing. just lets it beat against him, like proof that you’re still here. still trying. and then quietly. 'you’re allowed to rest.' it wasn't a harsh demand. and he definitely wasn't scolding you . just a lingering reminder. and somehow, that makes you cry more than anything else could’ve.

❀ takayama riki

you’re hunched over your notes again, highlighter cap between your teeth, the vivid light making everything feel too sharp. you don’t hear him come in. until a soft thump hits the side of your head. 'what the hell'. you turn. your gremlin of a boyfriend. taki. grinning profusely, pillow in his hand, stance wide. 'you look like you're about to cry,' he says, deadpan. 'figured I’d strike first.' you want to be mad. you do. but he whacks you again, this time in the stomach, and something in your chest just breaks. not in a painful way. in a release kind of way. you burst out into a fit of laughter. you tackle him with your own pillow, and for a few glorious minutes theres no studying. no deadlines. just feathers, shrieking, messy hair and your laughter bouncing off the walls. eventually you both collapse. breathless, tangled in blankets, your textbook buried somewhere under the chaos. 'you okay now? he asks softly, poking your cheek. you nod. mostly. 'i don't like seeing you disappear on me like that' to that you grin engulfing him into a hug whilst he giggles kicking his feet -taki is so babygirl coded idc idc

✿ hirota riki

the apartment smelled like garlic and candle wax. soft music played from the speaker low, dreamy. you blinked at the table. it was set for two. 'hey,' he called, stepping out of the kitchen, apron still on a nervous smile twitching at his lips. 'you’re early.' 'you made dinner' you asked, eyes darting to the steaming pasta. he scratched the back of his neck. 'you’ve been… kinda quiet lately. and I didn’t know if I should ask or wait, so I thought maybe' he trailed off his voice soft. '...this would feel like something.' something in you splintered. not in pain. in gratitude. you hadn’t meant to shut him out. you were just tired. and he’d read every part of your silence like a poem he wanted to find the sheer nuance of. you wrapped your arms around him. he hugged back, firm and still. you don’t have to say anything tonight. 'just let me love you in solace'