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minji says : i'm back >< i think ... school is starting soon though ใ ใ but i will try to post more often ! my new goal of the year
youโve been struggling with physics since the start of the semester. physics has always been a nightmare, but with him as your tutor, jake, itโs been less about the formulas and more about trying not to stare at his mouth every time he explains something.
heโs a grad student, a couple years older than you, sharp as hell and way too fucking hot for someone who spends his evenings scribbling diagrams on a whiteboard in your cramped apartment. tall, broad-shouldered, with messy hair that never seems to sit right, and those glasses that slide down the bridge of his nose when heโs explaining something. heโs patient, almost infuriatingly so, and itโs gotten to the point where youโre convinced he knows just how distracted you get around him.
tonight, heโs leaning back in your desk chair, long legs stretched out, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. youโre supposed to be reviewing circuits, but your attention spanโs shot.
โyouโre not even looking at it anymore,โ jake mutters beside you, voice low, annoyed but amused, like he knew this would happen.
you groan and drop the pencil. โbecause it doesnโt make sense. it never makes sense.โ
โit makes sense if you actually focus.โ his hand comes into view, long fingers adjusting your notebook so itโs squared with the desk, his pen scribbling out a quick formula you swear youโve seen a hundred times before. โyouโre not stupid, youโre just impatient.โ
you glare at him, but the heat in your chest doesnโt come from irritation. youโve been half in love with the way he leans over the table, shirtsleeves rolled up, veins in his forearms flexing when he writes, hair falling into his eyes.
your head snaps up, eyes narrowing. โmaybe iโm just not built for physics.โ
โor maybe you just like pretending youโre dumb so iโll keep tutoring you.โ his tone is teasing, but thereโs an edge to it that makes heat crawl up the back of your neck.
you scoff, trying to ignore the way his eyes linger too long on your mouth. โplease, i donโt need to fake being dumb. this shitโs impossible.โ
he leans forward, elbows on the desk.โyou know what might help?โ
โwhat?โ you ask, already suspicious.
โa brain break.โ
you roll your eyes, but heโs already standing, tugging the chair beside you out so he can sit close, thighs brushing. you try to focus on your notebook, on the numbers blurring together, but heโs warm and he smells like cedarwood and cologne, and itโs doing something awful to your concentration.
โlook at me,โ he says softly.
you hesitate, then turn your head. his smirk deepens when he sees the nervous flicker in your eyes. โyouโve been staring at me all semester like you want me to solve a different kind of problem for you.โ
your throat goes dry. โi havenโtโโ
he cuts you off, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. โyou have. i just let you pretend you werenโt.โ
then his lips are on yoursโslow, testing at first, until you give in. he takes it deeper, tongue sliding against yours, and suddenly youโre clinging to him, fingers digging into his t-shirt like youโll die if he pulls away.
he breaks the kiss with a grin, lips shiny. โsee? already better than physics.โ
you want to roll your eyes, to say something snarky, but then heโs kissing down your neck, and the words melt into a soft gasp. his hands are everywhereโsliding under your top, pushing the fabric up until your stomachโs exposed.
he pulls back just enough to smirk. โthatโs more focus than iโve seen from you all semester.โ
โshut up,โ you whisper, grabbing at his shirt.
โup,โ he murmurs, tugging gently at your hips. you climb into his lap without thinking, straddling him. he drags your top over your head, tossing it aside.
โjake,โ you whine, โweโre supposed to beโโ
โstudying?โ he finishes against your skin, laughing. โyeah, iโll study you instead.โ
your laugh breaks off into a moan when he pulls your bra down, tongue flicking over your nipple. his hand slides between your thighs, fingers pressing against the heat through your leggings, and you jolt forward, hips grinding down without permission.
โfuck,โ he mutters, looking up at you with hooded eyes. โalready soaked. youโre such a bad student.โ his fingers tease you over the thin fabric.
โoff,โ he orders, tugging at your waistband. you lift yourself just enough to shimmy out of your pants, panties following until youโre bare in his lap. the way he stares at you makes your skin burn, like heโs cataloguing every inch to memory.
โsit back,โ he says, helping you onto the desk this time. papers scatter, pens roll to the floor, but you donโt careโyouโre spread out in front of him, and heโs on his knees between your thighs.
โjake, iโโ
whatever you were going to say dies when his tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit. your whole body jolts.
โjesus,โ he groans against you, licking into you like heโs starving. โyou taste so fucking good.โ
your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking.
โjakeโoh my godโโ you gasp, legs trembling as he pins your hips down.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his mouth shiny with you. โkeep your eyes on me, sweetheart. i wanna see how dumb i make you.โ
your head tips back, but you force yourself to look down, meeting his dark gaze, tongue circling.
he doesnโt stop, making it drag out until youโre sobbing from overstimulation.
โfuck, thatโs it,โ he mutters, his tongue works your clit. โsuch a tight little cunt. bet youโve been waiting for me to do this, huh?โ
you nod frantically, words spilling out in broken gasps. โyesโyes, jake, please, donโt stopโโ
he doesnโt. he keeps going, relentless, until your whole body arches off the desk.
โjakeโfuck, iโm gonnaโโ
โcum for me,โ he growls against you, and you do, clenching around his fingers, crying out his name. he doesnโt stop until youโre whimpering, pushing weakly at his head. he finally pulls back, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.
youโre still trying to catch your breath when he unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. your eyes widenโthick, flushed, already leaking.
โdonโt look so shocked,โ he teases, stroking himself lazily. โbeen hard for you since problem one.โ
โjakeโโ you start, but heโs already pushing your thighs wider, lining himself up.
โrelax,โ he murmurs, kissing you once before pressing in until heโs buried inside you. you cry out, clutching at his shoulders, the stretch overwhelming but perfect.
โfuck, youโre tight,โ he groans, forehead pressed to yours. โlike you were made for me.โ
he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours, desk squeaking under the force. every thrust has you gasping, your nails raking down his back.
โjakeโoh my godโโ
โthatโs it, baby,โ he pants, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. โlook at me when i fuck you. let me see how good i make you feel.โ
youโre helpless under him, body clenching around him so hard you can barely think. heโs everywhereโhis hands, his cock, his voice in your ear telling you how tight, how perfect you are.
โgood fucking girl,โ he snarls, fucking you through it.
you shatter, a scream ripping from your throat as your second orgasm crashes through you. he fucks you through it, swearing as your walls squeeze him.
โshitโfuckโgonna cumโโ
he pulls out just in time, jerking himself over your stomach, spilling hot across your skin with a guttural moan of your name.
โstill think iโm hopeless?โ
โyeah,โ he grins, tucking himself back in, smug as ever. โbut at least youโre a good student in other ways.โ
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minji says : i'm back >< i think ... school is starting soon though ใ ใ but i will try to post more often ! my new goal of the year
youโve been struggling with physics since the start of the semester. physics has always been a nightmare, but with him as your tutor, jake, itโs been less about the formulas and more about trying not to stare at his mouth every time he explains something.
heโs a grad student, a couple years older than you, sharp as hell and way too fucking hot for someone who spends his evenings scribbling diagrams on a whiteboard in your cramped apartment. tall, broad-shouldered, with messy hair that never seems to sit right, and those glasses that slide down the bridge of his nose when heโs explaining something. heโs patient, almost infuriatingly so, and itโs gotten to the point where youโre convinced he knows just how distracted you get around him.
tonight, heโs leaning back in your desk chair, long legs stretched out, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. youโre supposed to be reviewing circuits, but your attention spanโs shot.
โyouโre not even looking at it anymore,โ jake mutters beside you, voice low, annoyed but amused, like he knew this would happen.
you groan and drop the pencil. โbecause it doesnโt make sense. it never makes sense.โ
โit makes sense if you actually focus.โ his hand comes into view, long fingers adjusting your notebook so itโs squared with the desk, his pen scribbling out a quick formula you swear youโve seen a hundred times before. โyouโre not stupid, youโre just impatient.โ
you glare at him, but the heat in your chest doesnโt come from irritation. youโve been half in love with the way he leans over the table, shirtsleeves rolled up, veins in his forearms flexing when he writes, hair falling into his eyes.
your head snaps up, eyes narrowing. โmaybe iโm just not built for physics.โ
โor maybe you just like pretending youโre dumb so iโll keep tutoring you.โ his tone is teasing, but thereโs an edge to it that makes heat crawl up the back of your neck.
you scoff, trying to ignore the way his eyes linger too long on your mouth. โplease, i donโt need to fake being dumb. this shitโs impossible.โ
he leans forward, elbows on the desk.โyou know what might help?โ
โwhat?โ you ask, already suspicious.
โa brain break.โ
you roll your eyes, but heโs already standing, tugging the chair beside you out so he can sit close, thighs brushing. you try to focus on your notebook, on the numbers blurring together, but heโs warm and he smells like cedarwood and cologne, and itโs doing something awful to your concentration.
โlook at me,โ he says softly.
you hesitate, then turn your head. his smirk deepens when he sees the nervous flicker in your eyes. โyouโve been staring at me all semester like you want me to solve a different kind of problem for you.โ
your throat goes dry. โi havenโtโโ
he cuts you off, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. โyou have. i just let you pretend you werenโt.โ
then his lips are on yoursโslow, testing at first, until you give in. he takes it deeper, tongue sliding against yours, and suddenly youโre clinging to him, fingers digging into his t-shirt like youโll die if he pulls away.
he breaks the kiss with a grin, lips shiny. โsee? already better than physics.โ
you want to roll your eyes, to say something snarky, but then heโs kissing down your neck, and the words melt into a soft gasp. his hands are everywhereโsliding under your top, pushing the fabric up until your stomachโs exposed.
he pulls back just enough to smirk. โthatโs more focus than iโve seen from you all semester.โ
โshut up,โ you whisper, grabbing at his shirt.
โup,โ he murmurs, tugging gently at your hips. you climb into his lap without thinking, straddling him. he drags your top over your head, tossing it aside.
โjake,โ you whine, โweโre supposed to beโโ
โstudying?โ he finishes against your skin, laughing. โyeah, iโll study you instead.โ
your laugh breaks off into a moan when he pulls your bra down, tongue flicking over your nipple. his hand slides between your thighs, fingers pressing against the heat through your leggings, and you jolt forward, hips grinding down without permission.
โfuck,โ he mutters, looking up at you with hooded eyes. โalready soaked. youโre such a bad student.โ his fingers tease you over the thin fabric.
โoff,โ he orders, tugging at your waistband. you lift yourself just enough to shimmy out of your pants, panties following until youโre bare in his lap. the way he stares at you makes your skin burn, like heโs cataloguing every inch to memory.
โsit back,โ he says, helping you onto the desk this time. papers scatter, pens roll to the floor, but you donโt careโyouโre spread out in front of him, and heโs on his knees between your thighs.
โjake, iโโ
whatever you were going to say dies when his tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit. your whole body jolts.
โjesus,โ he groans against you, licking into you like heโs starving. โyou taste so fucking good.โ
your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking.
โjakeโoh my godโโ you gasp, legs trembling as he pins your hips down.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his mouth shiny with you. โkeep your eyes on me, sweetheart. i wanna see how dumb i make you.โ
your head tips back, but you force yourself to look down, meeting his dark gaze, tongue circling.
he doesnโt stop, making it drag out until youโre sobbing from overstimulation.
โfuck, thatโs it,โ he mutters, his tongue works your clit. โsuch a tight little cunt. bet youโve been waiting for me to do this, huh?โ
you nod frantically, words spilling out in broken gasps. โyesโyes, jake, please, donโt stopโโ
he doesnโt. he keeps going, relentless, until your whole body arches off the desk.
โjakeโfuck, iโm gonnaโโ
โcum for me,โ he growls against you, and you do, clenching around his fingers, crying out his name. he doesnโt stop until youโre whimpering, pushing weakly at his head. he finally pulls back, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.
youโre still trying to catch your breath when he unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. your eyes widenโthick, flushed, already leaking.
โdonโt look so shocked,โ he teases, stroking himself lazily. โbeen hard for you since problem one.โ
โjakeโโ you start, but heโs already pushing your thighs wider, lining himself up.
โrelax,โ he murmurs, kissing you once before pressing in until heโs buried inside you. you cry out, clutching at his shoulders, the stretch overwhelming but perfect.
โfuck, youโre tight,โ he groans, forehead pressed to yours. โlike you were made for me.โ
he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours, desk squeaking under the force. every thrust has you gasping, your nails raking down his back.
โjakeโoh my godโโ
โthatโs it, baby,โ he pants, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. โlook at me when i fuck you. let me see how good i make you feel.โ
youโre helpless under him, body clenching around him so hard you can barely think. heโs everywhereโhis hands, his cock, his voice in your ear telling you how tight, how perfect you are.
โgood fucking girl,โ he snarls, fucking you through it.
you shatter, a scream ripping from your throat as your second orgasm crashes through you. he fucks you through it, swearing as your walls squeeze him.
โshitโfuckโgonna cumโโ
he pulls out just in time, jerking himself over your stomach, spilling hot across your skin with a guttural moan of your name.
โstill think iโm hopeless?โ
โyeah,โ he grins, tucking himself back in, smug as ever. โbut at least youโre a good student in other ways.โ
( minji says ) : 6 months since i've posted. i'm back ! i'll post fluff next week! who missed me ใ ใ
you donโt really remember what your birthday cake looked like this year. only that your ex broke up with you before it was even lit.
said some bullshit about โtiming,โ and โpressure,โ and how โmaybe weโre just not meant to be.โ
but a few weeks after that, sunghoon came along like a delayed punchline โ except he was a better joke than your ex ever was.
park sunghoon. rival teamโs golden boy, captain, heartthrob, five penalties this season for fighting โ most of them against your exโs teammates.
you hadnโt meant to kiss him after the game. you really hadnโt.
but maybe the way heโd looked at you that night โ smudged eyeliner under his eyes from the team paint, a bloody lip, sweat glistening on his neck โ maybe that had meant something.
you kissed him anyway.
and then you kept kissing him.
after practices.
after away games.
after your classes.
in the backseat of his car.
in the stairwell of your dorm.
once โ recklessly โ with his jersey still on.
you donโt know what to call it. not dating. not just fucking either.
but itโs been three months.
and heโs in your bed again tonight.
"you locked the door, right?" he mumbles against your neck, lips dragging warm and unhurried, tongue flicking at your pulse just to hear your breath stutter.
you roll your eyes, fingers threading through his hair, tugging. "why? scared someoneโs gonna see you with me?"
he huffs a soft laugh against your skin, something equal parts amused and fond. "if anyone sees me with you, they'll think i won the fucking lottery."
โyou are the captain. shouldnโt you act a little less pathetic?โ
โyou want me to stop calling you my girl when iโm fucking you?โ he murmurs, low against your collarbone. โsay the word.โ
you donโt say it.
you never do.
he climbs over you slowly, his bare chest warm against yours as you sink deeper into the sheets.
youโre wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, and sunghoonโs hand sneaks under the hem with zero shame, gripping your hip like he owns it.
"why do you always do that?" you whisper, breath hitching when his thumb brushes low over your waistband.
"what?"
โact like i belong to you."
his eyes flick up. his hairโs messy from your hands, his lips slightly pink from where you've been kissing them. he looks so annoyingly good it makes you want to scream. or kiss him again. or both.
"because you do," he says simply, shrugging like itโs not a confession.
you narrow your eyes. โdonโt.โ
โdonโt what?โ he says lazily, but his handโs moving again, dragging up your thigh. โdonโt say things that make your pretty thighs clamp shut like that?โ
โsunghoon.โ
he smirks. "what. you want me to lie? pretend this isnโt the best thing iโve ever had? pretend i donโt want to fuck you stupid every time i see your face?"
you bite your lip, and he notices, of course. his hand slips between your legs then, fingers warm and firm through your underwear.
โyouโre soaked,โ he mutters, like itโs your fault. โwhatโd i say that did it, hm? calling you mine? or saying i want to fuck you dumb?โ
you gasp when he presses harder, fingers circling gently, but not nearly enough. your hips twitch against his touch, but he pulls back just enough to make you whimper.
โtoo busy dripping all over my fuckinโ hand, arenโt you?โ he mutters, brushing his fingers over your folds, middle and ring finger spreading you open just enough.
โshut up,โ you whisper, eyes fluttering.
โmake me.โ
you donโt. you canโt. not when his fingers finally slip inside, slow and deep, curling instantly like he already knows what makes your toes curl.
you arch off the bed with a gasp, grabbing at his shoulder, nails sinking in.
โfuckโsunghoon,โ
"thatโs it,โ he grins, biting gently at your jaw as his fingers start thrusting, unhurried. โsay my name like that again."
you do. you say it more than once, breathless and broken and desperate, hips chasing his hand, thighs trembling already.
his thumb finds your clit with unfair ease, circling slow as his fingers keep pumping into you, tight and warm and slick.
you hear yourself whining. actually whining.
โshit, baby,โ he groans, voice dipping into something lower. โyour pussyโs so tightโkeep clenching like that and iโll cum before iโm even inside you.โ
โthen get inside me,โ you choke out, gasping, eyes glassy.
โfuck,โ he groans. โyouโre gonna kill me.โ
he strips the rest of his clothes quickly, tossing them to the side like it doesnโt matter. and when he kneels between your legs, cock heavy in his hand, tip glistening โ you swallow hard.
he leans down, kisses your mouth slow.
โyouโre so pretty,โ he whispers against your lips. โlike this. legs spread. eyes glossy. waiting for me.โ
he sinks in slow. painfully slow. your breath leaves in a gasp.
โshh,โ he murmurs, voice strained. โi got you.โ
you whimper under him, fingers clawing at his back, the burn between your legs making your thighs shake.
he groans against your shoulder.
โtightest fuckinโ pussy,โ he hisses, starting to move. โso wetโfuck, baby, made for me.โ
you canโt speak. your mouth falls open, a moan stuck in your throat as he starts to fuck into you harder, hips snapping, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again until your legs are wrapped around his waist.
his hand cups your cheek, fingers brushing your jaw. he groans low, hips stuttering just slightly.
"youโre mine,โ he growls, fucking into you deeper. โdoesnโt matter if you say it or not. youโve always been mine.โ
โsunghoonโโ your voice cracks, and his thumb finds your clit again, pressing harsh circles as you tighten around him.
"cum for me, baby," he pants. "cum on my cock, fuckโlet me feel it."
you do โ crashing over the edge with a strangled cry, body spasming, legs shaking as you clamp down around him.
he curses loud, fucking you through it, pace turning rough and desperate.
and then heโs pulling you closer, hips jerking, and you feel the warmth flood inside you as he spills deep, groaning your name like a prayer.
the roomโs quiet after that.
your chest rises and falls fast.
his arm wraps around your waist.
โโฆstill mad at me for calling you mine?โ he whispers against your ear.
you snort, burying your face in his shoulder.
โno,โ you mumble.
โgood,โ he breathes. โโcause iโm not letting you go.โ
and he doesnโt.
not that night.
not ever.
even if you never say it out loud.
youโre his.
and heโs yours.
even when youโre both too stubborn to admit it.
( minji says ) : 6 months since i've posted. i'm back ! i'll post fluff next week! who missed me ใ ใ
you donโt really remember what your birthday cake looked like this year. only that your ex broke up with you before it was even lit.
said some bullshit about โtiming,โ and โpressure,โ and how โmaybe weโre just not meant to be.โ
but a few weeks after that, sunghoon came along like a delayed punchline โ except he was a better joke than your ex ever was.
park sunghoon. rival teamโs golden boy, captain, heartthrob, five penalties this season for fighting โ most of them against your exโs teammates.
you hadnโt meant to kiss him after the game. you really hadnโt.
but maybe the way heโd looked at you that night โ smudged eyeliner under his eyes from the team paint, a bloody lip, sweat glistening on his neck โ maybe that had meant something.
you kissed him anyway.
and then you kept kissing him.
after practices.
after away games.
after your classes.
in the backseat of his car.
in the stairwell of your dorm.
once โ recklessly โ with his jersey still on.
you donโt know what to call it. not dating. not just fucking either.
but itโs been three months.
and heโs in your bed again tonight.
"you locked the door, right?" he mumbles against your neck, lips dragging warm and unhurried, tongue flicking at your pulse just to hear your breath stutter.
you roll your eyes, fingers threading through his hair, tugging. "why? scared someoneโs gonna see you with me?"
he huffs a soft laugh against your skin, something equal parts amused and fond. "if anyone sees me with you, they'll think i won the fucking lottery."
โyou are the captain. shouldnโt you act a little less pathetic?โ
โyou want me to stop calling you my girl when iโm fucking you?โ he murmurs, low against your collarbone. โsay the word.โ
you donโt say it.
you never do.
he climbs over you slowly, his bare chest warm against yours as you sink deeper into the sheets.
youโre wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, and sunghoonโs hand sneaks under the hem with zero shame, gripping your hip like he owns it.
"why do you always do that?" you whisper, breath hitching when his thumb brushes low over your waistband.
"what?"
โact like i belong to you."
his eyes flick up. his hairโs messy from your hands, his lips slightly pink from where you've been kissing them. he looks so annoyingly good it makes you want to scream. or kiss him again. or both.
"because you do," he says simply, shrugging like itโs not a confession.
you narrow your eyes. โdonโt.โ
โdonโt what?โ he says lazily, but his handโs moving again, dragging up your thigh. โdonโt say things that make your pretty thighs clamp shut like that?โ
โsunghoon.โ
he smirks. "what. you want me to lie? pretend this isnโt the best thing iโve ever had? pretend i donโt want to fuck you stupid every time i see your face?"
you bite your lip, and he notices, of course. his hand slips between your legs then, fingers warm and firm through your underwear.
โyouโre soaked,โ he mutters, like itโs your fault. โwhatโd i say that did it, hm? calling you mine? or saying i want to fuck you dumb?โ
you gasp when he presses harder, fingers circling gently, but not nearly enough. your hips twitch against his touch, but he pulls back just enough to make you whimper.
โtoo busy dripping all over my fuckinโ hand, arenโt you?โ he mutters, brushing his fingers over your folds, middle and ring finger spreading you open just enough.
โshut up,โ you whisper, eyes fluttering.
โmake me.โ
you donโt. you canโt. not when his fingers finally slip inside, slow and deep, curling instantly like he already knows what makes your toes curl.
you arch off the bed with a gasp, grabbing at his shoulder, nails sinking in.
โfuckโsunghoon,โ
"thatโs it,โ he grins, biting gently at your jaw as his fingers start thrusting, unhurried. โsay my name like that again."
you do. you say it more than once, breathless and broken and desperate, hips chasing his hand, thighs trembling already.
his thumb finds your clit with unfair ease, circling slow as his fingers keep pumping into you, tight and warm and slick.
you hear yourself whining. actually whining.
โshit, baby,โ he groans, voice dipping into something lower. โyour pussyโs so tightโkeep clenching like that and iโll cum before iโm even inside you.โ
โthen get inside me,โ you choke out, gasping, eyes glassy.
โfuck,โ he groans. โyouโre gonna kill me.โ
he strips the rest of his clothes quickly, tossing them to the side like it doesnโt matter. and when he kneels between your legs, cock heavy in his hand, tip glistening โ you swallow hard.
he leans down, kisses your mouth slow.
โyouโre so pretty,โ he whispers against your lips. โlike this. legs spread. eyes glossy. waiting for me.โ
he sinks in slow. painfully slow. your breath leaves in a gasp.
โshh,โ he murmurs, voice strained. โi got you.โ
you whimper under him, fingers clawing at his back, the burn between your legs making your thighs shake.
he groans against your shoulder.
โtightest fuckinโ pussy,โ he hisses, starting to move. โso wetโfuck, baby, made for me.โ
you canโt speak. your mouth falls open, a moan stuck in your throat as he starts to fuck into you harder, hips snapping, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again until your legs are wrapped around his waist.
his hand cups your cheek, fingers brushing your jaw. he groans low, hips stuttering just slightly.
"youโre mine,โ he growls, fucking into you deeper. โdoesnโt matter if you say it or not. youโve always been mine.โ
โsunghoonโโ your voice cracks, and his thumb finds your clit again, pressing harsh circles as you tighten around him.
"cum for me, baby," he pants. "cum on my cock, fuckโlet me feel it."
you do โ crashing over the edge with a strangled cry, body spasming, legs shaking as you clamp down around him.
he curses loud, fucking you through it, pace turning rough and desperate.
and then heโs pulling you closer, hips jerking, and you feel the warmth flood inside you as he spills deep, groaning your name like a prayer.
the roomโs quiet after that.
your chest rises and falls fast.
his arm wraps around your waist.
โโฆstill mad at me for calling you mine?โ he whispers against your ear.
you snort, burying your face in his shoulder.
โno,โ you mumble.
โgood,โ he breathes. โโcause iโm not letting you go.โ
and he doesnโt.
not that night.
not ever.
even if you never say it out loud.
youโre his.
and heโs yours.
even when youโre both too stubborn to admit it.
โ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU WEAR A SHORT MINIDRESS
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๏น๐๐๏น: when enhypen get a bit obsessed when you wear your pretty outfit && 12OOwc. ห smut โ โฏโฏ โ fem!centered ๏น โ. ๏น ARCHiVE ?
( minji says ) : my new years eve gift for you guys! i love writing and i love you guys~hehe, i wrote this at like 10 pm... i really need to go to sleep ใ ใ
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your phone vibrated, the picture youโd just sent practically radiating heat through the screen.ย thatย dress. barely there, clinging to every curve, showcasing miles of leg that started just below your ass. you could almost feel the cool air on your skin where the fabric ended, a stark contrast to the burning anticipation building inside you. you smirked, imagining heeseungโs reaction.
the penthouse door crashed open, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent space. heeseung stood there, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, his hair a mess as if heโd been running his hands through it in frustration."baby," he breathed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air.
"heeseungie," you purred, tilting your head, letting your eyes roam over his body, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against his expensive suit pants. you saw his jaw clench, his hands fisting at his sides.
he moved then, with a speed and purpose that erased any trace of the polished businessman. he crossed the room in three long strides, his hands already reaching for the hem of your dress. โyouโre driving me fucking insane,โ he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushed the fabric higher, revealing the delicate lace of your thong. he cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples through the thin material, making them harden instantly. โgod, youโre so fucking hot. so fucking mine.โ
โmmm, heeseung,โ you moaned, arching into his touch, your head falling back as he leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. his hot breath ghosted over your skin before he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, nipping and biting until you were whimpering, your hands clutching at his hair.
โmine,โ he repeated, his voice thick with possessiveness, his fingers kneading into your ass, squeezing and teasing. he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, your core pressing against his hard cock. he carried you to the bedroom, the urgency of his movements sending waves of anticipation through you. he dropped you onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, burning with an intensity that made you tremble. he followed you down, his body pressing against yours, his hard cock throbbing against your core through the thin fabric of your thong. โyouโre such a little tease, baby,โ he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, then dipping lower, parting your folds and teasing your clit, making you gasp.
โonly for you,โ you whispered back, your breath catching as he fumbled with his belt, his hard, thick cock springing free, pulsing with anticipation.
he thrust into you, hard and deep, making you gasp, your head snapping back against the pillows. โsay my name, baby,โ he grunted, his breath hot against your ear, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements.
โheeseung! fuck, heeseung! oh, fuck!โ you cried out, your nails digging into his back, your hips bucking against his as you met each thrust with equal force. you felt his fingers teasing your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, until you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you in waves of pure pleasure.
you tug the hem of the short black minidress down, smoothing it over your thighs. it barely covers anything, riding high on your hips. you take a deep breath and walk into the living room, where jayโs sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels. he glances up, his eyes widening as they travel down your body. his jaw tightens, and he abruptly sits up, the remote falling to the cushions.
โwhere do you think youโre going dressed like that?โ he asks, his voice low and rough. he tries to sound stern, but the heat in his eyes gives him away.
you shrug, feigning nonchalance. โmovie night? remember?โ you twirl slightly, making the dress flare out. you see his Adamโs apple bob as he swallows hard. a visible bulge strains against his sweatpants. he definitely didnโt wear boxers.
โyeah, butโฆ that?โ he gestures vaguely at your dress.
you saunter over to the couch and plop down, deliberately sitting on his lap. you feel the immediate pressure of his erection against your lower back. you smirk, knowing he can feel you shifting slightly against him.
โwhat? itโs comfortable,โ you murmur, batting your eyelashes.
he runs a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. โcomfortable for who? because iโm about to lose my fucking mind.โ he whispers, his voice thick with lust. he looks down at you, his eyes dark. "you're killing me right now."
you look up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. โis that so?โ you reach up and trace a finger along his jawline.
he groans and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your fingertips. โyou know exactly what youโre doing,โ he murmurs against your skin. โand iโm not sure how much longer i can pretend iโm not about to fuck you right here, right now.โ he shifts slightly, pressing harder against you through his sweatpants. the friction is intense, a low growl rumbling in his chest. โfuck,โ he breathes, his hips subtly rocking against yours. โright through my pantsโฆ you feel that?โ he asks, his voice hoarse.
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the closet door creaks open, you emerge, a nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin. jakeโs sprawled across the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his phone screen, but the second he catches sight of you, his head snaps up. the phone clatters onto the nightstand, forgotten. his eyes widen.
โfuck,โ he breathes, his voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine. โis thatโฆ is that even a dress?โ
you blush, biting your lip and twisting a strand of hair around your finger. โi i bought it today. do you like it?โ
jakeโs eyes darken further, his breath catching in his throat. he throws his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up abruptly, his gaze never leaving you. โlike it? baby,โ he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, โyouโre killing me.โ he reaches out. he tugs you gently forward, pulling you into the space between his spread legs. โcome here, you little tease.โ
you stumble slightly, your heart pounding in your chest, and land softly between his thighs. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, his hands splaying across the small of your back, pulling you firmly onto his lap. a gasp escapes your lips as you feel the hard, insistent ridge of his cock pressing against your thigh through the thin material of your dress. he shifts slightly, and you feel the denim of his jeans straining against him. with a quick, practiced motion, he unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs, kicking them off to the side of the bed. then, with a flick of his wrist, his boxers follow, revealing his fully erect cock. itโs thick and heavy, the head a dark, purplish red, pulsing with anticipation. a thick vein runs down its length, and you can see a drop of precum glistening at the tip.
โgod,โ he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. he nuzzles the sensitive spot behind your ear, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. โyouโre driving me fucking crazy.โ his hands slide down your back, cupping your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh, kneading and squeezing. โyouโre so fucking hot.โ you gasp again, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.
โjakeโฆโ you whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
he groans, his grip tightening on your ass. โride me, baby,โ he commands, his voice low and demanding. โride my fucking cock.โ
you donโt hesitate. gripping his shoulders, your fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath his shirt, you begin to move. you shift on his lap, aligning yourself perfectly with the hard length of his erection. a gentle rocking of your hips that allows you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. you press down, feeling him fill you completely, a delicious ache spreading through your core. โfuck,โ you whisper as he slides in deep.
you arch your back slightly, lifting yourself up and then sinking back down onto him. the thin fabric of the dress does little to protect you from the heat of his skin against yours. you grind against him, feeling the head of his cock rub against your most sensitive spot. โoh, fuck, yes,โ you moan, your voice thick with pleasure. you can feel jakeโs hands tightening on your ass, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin as he urges you on. โthatโs it, baby, fucking ride me,โ he growls. heโs groaning beneath you, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.
as you ride him harder and faster, the friction intensifies. you can feel the slickness of your own juices mixing with his precum. โyouโre so fucking wet,โ he gasps, his voice thick with lust, โfucking perfect.โ
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his breath hitches when you walk in. the fabric of the minidress, barely skims your thighs, clinging to every curve. heโs sprawled on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, but he straightens instantly, his eyes widening. the magazine he was pretending to read slips from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug.
you move with a deliberate sway, a subtle tilt of your hips as you walk past him. you can feel the heat of his stare burning into your skin, making you flush. he shifts on the couch, a low groan rumbling in his throat. his jaw clenches, a muscle ticking nervously in his cheek.
โfuck,โ he breathes, the word barely audible. he clears his throat, the sound rough and uneven. โthatโฆ thatโsโฆโ he stumbles over his words, his eyes still fixed on you. โquite a dress.โ
you offer a slow, deliberate smile, tilting your head slightly. โdo you like it, sunghoon?โ you ask softly, your voice a low purr.
he pushes himself off the couch. he closes the distance between you in long strides, his eyes never leaving yours. his hands settle on your hips, his thumbs brushing against the bare skin just above the hem of the dress.
โlike it?โ he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against your ear. โiโm about to lose my mind.โ
before you can even register whatโs happening, his hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers finding the soft folds of your flesh. a gasp escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch involuntarily. he moves his fingers slowly, rhythmically, teasing you with gentle strokes, building the pressure until youโre trembling. he withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. he licks them clean, slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on yours, a predatory gleam in their depths.
โyouโre going to be the death of me,โ he murmurs,
( minji says ) : my first sfw fic ใ ใ , some of these are based on real-life scenarios !! i had a rich boy pinning after me before back in my 1st year at uni... it was not as cute as this though
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he leans against his car, arms crossed, that stupid smirk playing on his lips. the soft glow of the streetlights dances across his face, making him look unfairly good. rich boy charm and all, like he knows exactly what heโs doing. you roll your eyes, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you.
"youโre late," you say, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice wavers.
heeseung chuckles, low and smooth. "relax, princess. iโm here now, arenโt i?"
"donโt call me that," you snap, but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips tells you he wonโt stop.
he pushes off the car, closing the distance between you. his cologne wraps around you, far too familiar. "why not? you like it," he murmurs, voice dipping lower.
you glare up at him, though itโs weak at best. "youโre insufferable."
he grins, "and youโre beautiful when youโre mad. what a pair we make."
before you can respond, his fingers brush against your wrist, tugging you closer. "admit it," he whispers, his voice soft but daring. "you missed me."
"heeseung, i swearโ"
"swear all you want, baby," he cuts you off, his lips hovering near your ear now. "but youโre here. and you look way too good to be mad at me for long."
damn him. and damn the butterflies in your stomach.
โyouโre hiding from me again.โ jayโs voice cut through the noise as he found you tucked into a quiet corner of his sprawling house. the party was in full swing, the bass rattling the walls, red cups littering every surface like decorations.
โiโm not hiding,โ you muttered, taking a slow sip from your drink.
he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, a red cup dangling lazily from his fingers. his tie was long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. goddamn why was he so attractive?
โbaby, you disappear every time my parties get a little wild.โ he smirked, stepping closer, the faint smell of cologne and alcohol trailing him. โwhat, too many people for you?โ
โtoo many people for you,โ you shot back, glaring at him over the rim of your cup. โyouโve been all over the place.โ
he laughed, tipping his head back slightly, his golden hair catching the light. โjealous, sweetheart?โ
โhardly.โ
but he didnโt buy it. he crouched down to your level, his free hand finding your knee. โyou know, itโs hard to have fun when the only person i want to drink with keeps running off.โ
you rolled your eyes, trying not to shiver at his touch. โthen maybe you should stop throwing these ridiculous parties.โ
โwhereโs the fun in that?โ he grinned, pulling you to your feet with a firm but playful tug. โcome on. let me make it up to you. weโll drink togetherโjust us. deal?โ
and somehow, with him looking at you like that, you couldnโt say no.
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"youโre such a pain, jake," you groaned, standing on the curb while he leaned against his stupidly shiny aston martin like he owned the world. which, to be fair, he kind of did.
"but iโm your pain," he shot back, twirling the keys around his finger like some kind of movie villain. โnow, get in. iโm bored.โ
"itโs midnight," you deadpanned, crossing your arms. โnormal people are asleep.โ
he grinned, full of trouble. "good thing neither of us is normal. come on, sweetheart. just one ride. you, me, and 600 horsepower."
you raised an eyebrow. "and what happens when we crash because youโre too busy flirting to look at the road?"
"oh, you wound me." he pressed a hand to his chest like youโd insulted his honor. โiโm an excellent driver. but if youโre scared, i could always hold your hand.โ
"youโre so annoying," you muttered, but your feet were already moving.
"thatโs my girl," he said, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish.
"iโm not your girl," you shot back, sliding into the seat anyway. the leather was ridiculously softโof course it was.
he climbed in, tossing you a wink as he revved the engine, the car practically purring. โkeep telling yourself that, doll.โ
and then he took off, speeding through empty streets like he was allergic to rules, laughing every time you yelled at him to slow down. but when he reached over, casually lacing his fingers with yours on the console, you didnโt pull away.
"admit it," he said, grinning like the devil. "youโre having fun."
you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "shut up and drive, jake."
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you shouldnโt even be here. sunghoon texted you two hours ago: โyou free?โ and now youโre in a chanel store watching him do what he does bestโflaunt his ridiculous wealth.
โthese?โ he holds up a pair of earrings you barely glanced at five minutes ago.
โyeah, theyโre pretty,โ you reply, trying to stay unbothered.
fifteen minutes later, heโs signing off on half the store. you cross your arms, glaring as he grins, a devilish glint in his eye.
โwhat the hell is wrong with you?โ you hiss. โi didnโt ask for all this!โ
โyou didnโt have to, sweetheart.โ he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm like itโs casual, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
โsunghoon,โ you warn, but your voice falters when he tilts his head, studying you like heโs amused by your attempt at resistance.
โdonโt act like you donโt love it,โ he murmurs, his tone low, teasing. โone little compliment and iโm ready to buy out the whole store. what does that say about me, huh?โ
โthat youโre an idiot,โ you quip, even though your cheeks are warming under his gaze.
he chuckles, stepping into your space. โan idiot who knows exactly how to make you melt.โ
his fingers trail down your arm, his smirk deepening when you donโt pull away. โrelax, baby. itโs just a little fun.โ
โyouโre trouble,โ you mutter.
โand yet,โ he says, leaning in close, โyou keep coming back.โ
the worst part? heโs not wrong.
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youโre scrolling through your phone when it pingsโa text from sunoo.
sunoo: speeding to your house rn. 30 seconds, pretty girl.
you blink at the screen, heart skipping a beat. you barely have time to process before the doorbell rings.
opening the door, youโre met with sunooโs ridiculously perfect smirk. his car, some expensive foreign model, is parked crookedly in your driveway, headlights still on. heโs dressed in a white button-down, sleeves rolled up, and jeans that fit too well.
โdidnโt think youโd actually show up,โ you say, trying to sound unimpressed, but the way his eyes flicker over you, taking in your oversized hoodie and bare legs, makes your face heat up.
โwhat can i say? i missed you,โ he drawls, leaning casually against the doorframe. โbesides, you look way too cute to be sitting home alone. couldnโt let that happen, could i, pretty girl?โ
you roll your eyes, but your stomach flips at the pet name. โyouโre insane. what if i wasnโt home?โ
he grins, stepping closer, his cologne clouding your senses. โthen iโd wait. or maybe climb through your window. dramatic enough for you?โ
โabsolutely not.โ
his fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up. โoh, come on. you love it when iโm dramatic. admit it.โ
โsunooโโ
โshut up and say you love me,โ he interrupts.
you hate how he leaves you breathless every time.
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jungwon leans against the sleek black car parked outside your favorite boutique, arms crossed, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. the sunlight hits his tailored shirt just right, giving him that effortless rich boy glow. you hate how good he looks.
โthis one?โ you hold up a dress, simple but elegant, and he tilts his head like heโs considering it.
โtry it on,โ he says, voice low, but thereโs a glint in his eyes that screams heโs already imagining you in it. โactually, try all of them on. iโll decide which one i like best.โ
โjungwon,โ you sigh, giving him a pointed look. โi donโt need you to buy me anything.โ
he steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his cologne wraps around you like a second skin. โbut i want to,โ he murmurs, his lips quirking up. โyouโre not gonna deprive me of seeing you look drop-dead gorgeous, are you, baby?โ
your cheeks heat at the pet name, and you swat his chest lightly. โyouโre insufferable.โ
โand you love it,โ he quips, grabbing your wrist gently before you can pull away. his fingers brush against yours, lingering just enough to send a shiver up your spine. โbesides, you deserve nice things. let me spoil you.โ
he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. โjust admit you like having me wrapped around your finger.โ
โwho said that?โ you shoot back, but your smile betrays you.
โme,โ he replies smoothly, grinning as he takes the dress from your hand. โnow go try this on, sweetheart. i want to see my girl look perfect.โ
your birthday party is too crowded, the kind of rich-kid chaos you canโt fully escape. youโre by the dessert table when you feel him before you see himโrikiโs cologne, his stupidly expensive leather jacket brushing your arm.
โhappy birthday, sunshine.โ his voice is all smooth confidence, and when you glance over, heโs already smirking at you.
โwhat are you doing here?โ you ask, pretending not to notice the way his hair looks unfairly good, messy like he rolled out of bed but somehow perfect.
โcelebrating, obviously.โ he pops a chocolate into his mouth like he owns the place. โwhereโs my birthday kiss?โ
you scoff. โitโs my birthday.โ
โexactly.โ he steps closer, his voice dropping. โso iโm giving you one.โ
โabsolutely not.โ you narrow your eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand casually settles on your hip, thumb brushing circles over the fabric of your dress. โwho even invited you?โ
โyour mom loves me, didnโt you know?โ he grins, all teeth and trouble. โshe said, โriki, please crash her party and make her blush.โ her exact words, promise.โ
โyouโre so full of it.โ you shake your head, but your pulse quickens when he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.
โadmit it,โ he murmurs, โyouโd miss me if i wasnโt here.โ
you hate that heโs right. but before you can retort, he tilts your chin up, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. โhappy birthday, sunshine,โ he whispers, and just like that, heโs walking away, leaving you standing there, flustered and furious.
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๊ฐโ NSFW RULES : PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING
( OO1. ) i only write smut for the enhypen hyung line. for sunoo, jungwon, and riki, i stick to suggestive content at most (and even less for riki). please donโt request anything beyond that for them.
( OO2. ) hard hours are usually open, though there may be times when I lean more toward writing sfw content. requests for smut drabbles and reactions are also almost always open, but Iโll prioritize and write the ones that inspire me the most.
( OO3. ) please take a moment to read through the list of things i am/am not comfortable writing before making a request. if your request includes something outside of that list, itโs likely iโll be okay with it. if not, iโll be sure to let you know.
DO WRITE : voyeurism, DDLG, alcohol use, overstimulation, exhibitionism, degradation kink (sometimes), mirrors or reflective surfaces, spanking (limited a bit), toys in scenarios, dominance/submissive dynamics, markings
DONT WRITE: NON-CON, big age gaps, older readers, incest, step-cest, chubby reader, piss kink, anal play, face slapping, abuse, blood/knife kink, anything that's too hardcore, member x member, boy reader x member, pedophilia, shit/puke, eating disorders, age regression, gore, kidnapping, self-harm, drugs, dubious medical scenarios