Warnings: Praise kink, slight dollification, mirrors, Sunoo likes to watch, nipple play, panties, dry humping, pet names, etc
wc: 2.4k
Ever since you saw him across the room, perched in the loft of the massive frat house, you knew you had to get your hands on him.
The way he cracked crude, raunchy jokes with his group of friends—just another frat bro playing the part—might have fooled anyone else. The type of guy who’d ruin your hair, fuck you into the mattress, and never speak to you again.
But you noticed the cracks in his facade.
The way his expression faltered for just a second when one of his friends took a joke too far. How he sipped cautiously from his cup, as if he’s pacing himself. The way his eyes flickered to reflective surfaces, checking his appearance, or how he hugged his arms around his torso and flushed a pretty shade of pink whenever someone particularly attractive walked by. He seemed... shy, almost?
After spending two hours with him—thanks to the friend who dragged you here, tight with the guys who lived in this house—you learned a few things. Like how he sipped his drink slowly because he was a lightweight and wanted to avoid embarrassing himself. Or how you must be his type, since his cheeks have stayed rosy ever since you showed up and joined their circle. Or that he had a jewelry collection he’d been building since he was little—stored safely in his room, just a few doors down the hall.
“I love your necklace, by the way,” you had said earlier, tugging gently at the silver chain resting against his chest. Your eyes wandered, taking in the many other pieces he wore: bracelets, rings, each more intricate than the last. “Jewelry’s your thing, huh? Like a hobby?”
“Yeah, actually,” he said, launching into a surprisingly passionate explanation.
And, of course, you couldn’t resist. “You have to show me!”
Which is how you got THE Kim Sunoo of Alpha Phi Fraternity alone in his bedroom.
“Can I close the door?” you asked, flashing him a sweet, disarming smile. “It’s kind of loud out there.”
His head snapped up from the desk drawer he’d been rummaging through, expression shifting to something flustered. “Uhm—yeah, yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sure,” he stammered.
You smiled at his obvious nervousness, shut the door behind you with a quiet click, locking it, and crossed the room to his bed, perching on the edge of the mattress to watch him.
“Ah, here it is,” he mumbled after a moment, pulling out a battered Skechers shoebox—the kind that looked like it might’ve been with him since childhood. He turned back to see you waiting on his bed, and the sight seemed to hit him hard–a pretty girl on his bed. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, cheeks burning even brighter.
He joined you, placing the box on his lap and lifting the lid to reveal a colorful sea of trinkets. Little friendship bracelets, lockets, paper rings from grade school, and newer pieces, too—ones similar to the jewelry he wore tonight.
“This is adorable,” you cooed, voice dripping with fondness. “You’ve kept all these for so long?”
He nodded bashfully, scratching at his neck like he wasn’t sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.
For the next few minutes, you sifted through the treasures, holding up a piece every now and then as he told you its story. Some were funny, others surprisingly sentimental.
Then, something caught your eye—a sliver of pale pink, buried beneath the layers of other items.
“What’s this?” you asked, pulling it free. Soft, silky—a choker of white lace with a tiny pink rose sewn at the center. Clipped to it were two baby pink bow hair clips—delicate.
“Shit!” Sunoo’s reaction was immediate. He snatched it from your hands, crumpling the fabric in his fists to hide it. “It’s—it’s nothing important!” he insisted, his voice breaking slightly.
You blinked, then felt the heat radiating from his thin frame.
Oh…
His reaction told you everything you needed to know.
You tilted your head, a slow smile curling on your lips as you leaned in closer. “Nothing important, huh?” you echoed, voice soft but teasing. “You snatched it out of my hands pretty fast for something so unimportant.”
Sunoo’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as he avoided your gaze. He mumbled something so quiet you couldn’t decipher, fingers fidgeting with the lace balled up in his hands.
Reaching out, you gently brushed your fingertips over his knuckles, coaxing his grip to loosen. “Sunoo,” you said softly, letting his name hang in the air like a gentle command.
When his eyes finally darted to yours, wide and full of nervous energy, you offered him the slightest smile.
For a moment, he hesitated, lips parting as if he wanted to argue—but no words came out. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he let his fingers uncurl, revealing the lace choker and the delicate bow clips nestled in his palm.
Your heart melted at how vulnerable he looked, lashes fluttering as his gaze fell to the floor. You picked up the choker, letting the soft fabric slide through your fingers. “This is so cute,” you murmured. “It’s yours?”
He turned his face away in humiliation, his hands twisting in his lap.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on him for a moment—how cute he looked, how shy, how utterly perfect. “No need to be shy, hm?” you teased softly, your voice low, making his shoulders tighten. You turned the choker in your hands, inspecting it. “I bet these would look pretty on you.”
You pluck one of the baby pink hair clips from his lap. The delicate bow looked so dainty between your fingers and you couldn’t help but imagine how it would look in his silky strands.
His head shot up, eyes wide and panicked. “W-what? On me? No, no, it’s not—”
Before he could protest further, you plucked the box from his lap and set it on the floor, then smoothly climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He froze beneath you, his breath hitching as your knees settled on either side of him.
“Shh.” You placed a finger against his lips, cutting off his rambling, and leaned in close enough that you could see the way his blush crept down his neck. “What, you don’t want to look pretty?” you asked, feigning innocence.
You held the hair clip up to his silky strands, threading your fingers through his hair. You tucked the first bow into place, gently pulling back a stray lock that had fallen into his eyes, then clipped the second bow.
You twirled the choker around your finger. “Hmm…” you mused, trailing your touch along his throat. “I think you should at least try it on, don’t you?”
Sunoo’s breath caught, his hands gripping the bedspread like he needed to ground himself. But his body betrayed him—stiffening, lips trembling.
“May I?” you asked, though you were already looping the lace around his throat, fastening it delicately at the back.
“There.” You sat back to admire your handiwork. The lace framed his slender neck beautifully, the little pink rose sitting at the hollow of his throat. He looked at you, wide-eyed, lips parted, breath shallow. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Perfect,” you murmured, brushing your thumb along the lace. His breath stuttered.
His lips trembled. “I-I don’t…” he began, but his voice cracked.
“You look pretty, Sunoo. Don’t you think so?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hide behind his lashes, his breath shaky. “I—” The words died in his throat as you trailed your finger along his neck again, your touch almost possessive.
You leaned in close, whispering against his ear. “You like this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You pulled back just inches from his face, your fingers still toying with the choker, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he trembled beneath you.
You cooed, tilting his chin up. “It’s okay to like it.” You tugged gently on the lace, watching his throat bob. A tiny, helpless whimper escaped his lips that he clearly hadn't been able to swallow down in time.
“You’re so cute,” you purred, leaning in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You shouldn’t be shy about it.” Your voice dropped, each word slow and deliberate, meant to unravel him further. You tugged on the choker again, just enough to make him flinch, and his breath caught in his throat, a little moan escaping from him as he arched his neck instinctively.
Sunoo’s head turned quickly, avoiding your eyes once again. He was looking anywhere but at you, and you couldn’t help but think it was because of his shyness—how cute it was that he couldn’t handle all of this attention. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hands were gripping at the edge of the bed, and his legs were trembling beneath you.
The sight of him so lost, so desperate, was too much. You leaned in again, your lips brushing against his ear as you let your fingers slide into his hair. You tugged at the strands softly, coaxing him closer as your lips grazed the shell of his ear. “What if you touched me too, hmm? Would that make you feel better?”
His breath stuttered as his eyes flicked down to his hands, then back to you, and you could see how torn he was. But as your fingers lingered over his choker, his gaze once again shifted.
"Look at me, Sunoo," you murmured, your voice a soft command that made his chest tighten. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his eyes flicked quickly to the side again, before to you.
Curious, you followed the direction of his gaze, and there, across from you, was a full-length mirror hanging on the closet door, reflecting both of you in perfect clarity. It had been there the whole time, but now, everything clicked into place.
Sunoo wasn’t just avoiding your gaze because he was shy—he was watching. Watching himself. He was mesmerized by how he looked—by how pretty you’d made him look. He liked it. No, he loved it.
His body trembled, his breath coming in quick bursts as his gaze finally flicked toward you, still filled with vulnerability and desire. But when he spoke, his voice was quieter than ever, barely a whisper. “Please…wanna touch you.”
Your hand moves to his wrist, guiding it slowly, gently, towards your body–your waist. His skin is warm, his touch hesitant, but he can’t stop himself. His fingers graze under your tight top, just a light brush at first, but then his palms linger, as if savoring the feeling of touching you.
You hum, satisfied, but just as you think he’s about to pull back, you notice it again—his gaze flickers to the mirror, to the reflection of the two of you together.
You leaned closer, your voice dropping into a teasing whisper, brushing his hair back gently, looking at your reflection with him. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
At your words, he tensed, and for the first time that night, he admitted he agreed, nodding, just slightly, his eyes still fixated on the mirror.
His fingers brushed against your ribs, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.
You pressed yourself a little closer to him, your body brushing against his as you let your lips trail along his neck, the soft sound of his breath the only thing breaking the tension that had been building between you both.
His head tilted back slightly, his body shuddering under your touch as he let out a soft, desperate sound—something between a sigh and a moan—that sent a thrill through you. You could see it in his reflection, the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his body responded to each of your movements. He was melting, losing himself in the sensations, in the way you were making him feel.
Your thumb lingers on his jaw as you pulled him in for a kiss—slow, teasing.
You slip your hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
You broke the kiss, whispering into the space between your lips. “Let me take this off,” you murmured, voice dripping with desire.
Sunoo nodded, his gaze heavy with something between need and hesitation, as you lifted his shirt over his head. You tossed it aside, eyes drinking in the sight of his bare chest. He has the cutest flat little tummy, and his pink nipples stand out against his pale skin, almost matching the bows in his hair.
You take advantage of his position and grind down on his lap, eliciting a soft gasp from both of you.
When you finally slip his shirt off, you can't help but stare at his chest. He has the cutest flat little tummy, and his skin is smooth and unblemished. His nipples are a soft shade of pink, almost matching the bows in his hair.
The way he flinched when you blew soft, cold air on the sensitive nubs, rubbing one between your thumb and index finger, the pink skin turning even more rosey, had you cooing in fondness and adoration.
“T-too much—“ Sunoo whimpered, his hand twitching at his side, yet never making any real attempt in stopping your actions. “Sensitive…”
Wow, if he was this sensitive there, you wondered how sensitive he'd be on his—
"Ngh- want-" he stammered, his voice muffled.
You smirked, leaning back in to kiss him and began to rock your hips against his, rubbing his cock through his pants, as you could feel his hardness pressing against your ass.
As you continue to kiss each other, you notice as Sunoo's hands started to wander down towards your waistband. He hesitated for a moment, but then he slipped his hands inside and gasps when he feels the material of your panties.
You had worn lace panties that coincidentally matched the choker around his neck. When he felt the fabric, he let out a needy little moan.
His fingers finally slid lower as he traced the waistband of your panties, his breath becoming heavier with each passing second. He tugged at your waistband, trying to pull them down and off.
Holy fuck, he wanted your panties wrapped around his cock, stroking him painfully to completion. And that's exactly what you would give him.
Let me know if you want a full length version of this fic, this was pretty much just the start of a fic that has been sitting in the drafts for over a year now, so I figured I would post it for my comeback post!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!
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rimming and slowly fingering hyune sounds like a lovely experience, sweet little sighs and giggles and smiley sleepy hyunie!! so perfect
oh man 😵💫😵💫😵💫 hyunjin loves to have you between his long legs anyway, but when you want to pamper him like that?? unreal. like you said, he’s all lazy smiles and dazed giggles, shaky sighs and fluttering eyelashes at the tender press of your lips and fingers to somewhere so private. it makes him feel spoiled and taken care of. and he’s so flexible too! you can really play around with how you want him to fold his legs lol. to his chest or over your shoulders… he doesn’t mind holding him legs up for you but so desperately wants to run his fingers through your hair when he’s feeling really good.
This is a Green Ant Hunter (Cosmophasis bitaeniata), a type of jumping spider found around Indonesia and Australia! They actually are that metallic!
Their exoskeletons contain similar hydrocarbons to those of the Green Tree Ant (Oecophylla smaragdina), and the ants seem to treat the spiders like members of their colony, which the spiders take advantage of to sneak in and eat their larvae
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Chan: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Felix: I'm so in love with you.
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