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𝑓 ｡ ◜ᴗ◝ ラッキーガール ╱ 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂'𝗆 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒. 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍

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𝟕𝟕𝟕 ✶ BED CHEM , 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾

❪ ★1200𝒾 ❫ tutor!jake x fem!rea ❝ smut, mdni 𓂋 𝘄 ｡ degradation, overstimulation, oral sex ( f receiving ) unprotected sex ✿ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

minji says : i'm back >< i think ... school is starting soon though ㅠㅠ but i will try to post more often ! my new goal of the year

you’ve been struggling with physics since the start of the semester. physics has always been a nightmare, but with him as your tutor, jake, it’s been less about the formulas and more about trying not to stare at his mouth every time he explains something.

he’s 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 he’s explaining something. he’s patient, almost infuriatingly so, and it’s gotten to the point where you’re convinced he knows just how distracted you get around him.

tonight, he’s leaning back in your desk chair, long legs stretched out, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. you’re supposed to be reviewing circuits, but your attention span’s shot.

“you’re not even looking at it anymore,” jake mutters beside you, voice low, annoyed but amused, like he knew this would happen.

you groan and drop the pencil. “because it doesn’t make sense. it never makes sense.”

“it makes sense if you actually focus.” his hand comes into view, long fingers adjusting your notebook so it’s squared with the desk, his pen scribbling out a quick formula you swear you’ve seen a hundred times before. “you’re not stupid, you’re just impatient.”

you glare at him, but the heat in your chest doesn’t come from irritation. you’ve 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. “maybe i’m just not built for physics.”

“or maybe you just like pretending you’re dumb so i’ll keep tutoring you.” his tone is teasing, but there’s 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. “please, i don’t need to fake being dumb. this shit’s impossible.”

he leans forward, elbows on the desk.“you know what might help?”

“what?” you ask, already suspicious.

“a brain break.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s 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 he’s warm and he smells like cedarwood and cologne, and it’s doing something awful to your concentration.

“look at me,” he says softly.

you hesitate, then turn your head. his smirk deepens when he sees the nervous flicker in your eyes. “you’ve been staring at me all semester like you want me to solve a different kind of problem for you.”

your throat goes dry. “i haven’t—”

he cuts you off, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. “you have. i just let you pretend you weren’t.”

then his lips are on yours—slow, testing at first, until you give in. he takes it deeper, tongue sliding against yours, and suddenly you’re clinging to him, fingers digging into his t-shirt like you’ll die if he pulls away.

he breaks the kiss with a grin, lips shiny. “see? already better than physics.”

you want to roll your eyes, to say something snarky, but then he’s kissing down your neck, and the words melt into a soft gasp. his hands are everywhere—sliding under your top, pushing the fabric up until your stomach’s exposed.

he pulls back just enough to smirk. “that’s more focus than i’ve seen from you all semester.”

“shut up,” you whisper, grabbing at his shirt.

“up,” 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.

“jake,” you whine, “we’re supposed to be—”

“studying?” he finishes against your skin, laughing. “yeah, i’ll study you instead.”

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.

“fuck,” he mutters, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “already soaked. you’re such a bad student.” his fingers tease you over the thin fabric.

“off,” he orders, tugging at your waistband. you lift yourself just enough to shimmy out of your pants, panties following until you’re bare in his lap. the way he stares at you makes your skin burn, like he’s cataloguing every inch to memory.

“sit back,” he says, helping you onto the desk this time. papers scatter, pens roll to the floor, but you don’t care—you’re spread out in front of him, and he’s on his knees between your thighs.

“jake, i—”

whatever you were going to say dies when his tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit. your whole body jolts.

“jesus,” he groans against you, licking into you like he’s starving. “you taste so fucking good.”

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking.

“jake—oh my god—” you gasp, legs trembling as he pins your hips down.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his mouth shiny with you. “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. i wanna see how dumb i make you.”

your head tips back, but you force yourself to look down, meeting his dark gaze, tongue circling.

he doesn’t stop, making it drag out until you’re sobbing from overstimulation.

“fuck, that’s it,” he mutters, his tongue works your clit. “such a tight little cunt. bet you’ve been waiting for me to do this, huh?”

you nod frantically, words spilling out in broken gasps. “yes—yes, jake, please, don’t stop—”

he doesn’t. he keeps going, relentless, until your whole body arches off the desk.

“jake—fuck, i’m gonna—”

“cum for me,” he growls against you, and you do, clenching around his fingers, crying out his name. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, pushing weakly at his head. he finally pulls back, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. your eyes widen—thick, flushed, already leaking.

“don’t look so shocked,” he teases, stroking himself lazily. “been hard for you since problem one.”

“jake—” you start, but he’s already pushing your thighs wider, lining himself up.

“relax,” he murmurs, kissing you once before pressing in until he’s buried inside you. you cry out, clutching at his shoulders, the stretch overwhelming but perfect.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “like you were made for me.”

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.

“jake—oh my god—”

“that’s it, baby,” he pants, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. “look at me when i fuck you. let me see how good i make you feel.”

you’re helpless under him, body clenching around him so hard you can barely think. he’s everywhere—his hands, his cock, his voice in your ear telling you how tight, how perfect you are.

“good fucking girl,” 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.

“shit—fuck—gonna cum—”

he pulls out just in time, jerking himself over your stomach, spilling hot across your skin with a guttural moan of your name.

“still think i’m hopeless?”

“yeah,” he grins, tucking himself back in, smug as ever. “but at least you’re a good student in other ways.”

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𝟕𝟕𝟕 ✶ BED CHEM , 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾

❪ ★1200𝒾 ❫ tutor!jake x fem!rea ❝ smut, mdni 𓂋 𝘄 ｡ degradation, overstimulation, oral sex ( f receiving ) unprotected sex ✿ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

minji says : i'm back >< i think ... school is starting soon though ㅠㅠ but i will try to post more often ! my new goal of the year

you’ve been struggling with physics since the start of the semester. physics has always been a nightmare, but with him as your tutor, jake, it’s been less about the formulas and more about trying not to stare at his mouth every time he explains something.

he’s 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 he’s explaining something. he’s patient, almost infuriatingly so, and it’s gotten to the point where you’re convinced he knows just how distracted you get around him.

tonight, he’s leaning back in your desk chair, long legs stretched out, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. you’re supposed to be reviewing circuits, but your attention span’s shot.

“you’re not even looking at it anymore,” jake mutters beside you, voice low, annoyed but amused, like he knew this would happen.

you groan and drop the pencil. “because it doesn’t make sense. it never makes sense.”

“it makes sense if you actually focus.” his hand comes into view, long fingers adjusting your notebook so it’s squared with the desk, his pen scribbling out a quick formula you swear you’ve seen a hundred times before. “you’re not stupid, you’re just impatient.”

you glare at him, but the heat in your chest doesn’t come from irritation. you’ve 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. “maybe i’m just not built for physics.”

“or maybe you just like pretending you’re dumb so i’ll keep tutoring you.” his tone is teasing, but there’s 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. “please, i don’t need to fake being dumb. this shit’s impossible.”

he leans forward, elbows on the desk.“you know what might help?”

“what?” you ask, already suspicious.

“a brain break.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s 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 he’s warm and he smells like cedarwood and cologne, and it’s doing something awful to your concentration.

“look at me,” he says softly.

you hesitate, then turn your head. his smirk deepens when he sees the nervous flicker in your eyes. “you’ve been staring at me all semester like you want me to solve a different kind of problem for you.”

your throat goes dry. “i haven’t—”

he cuts you off, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. “you have. i just let you pretend you weren’t.”

then his lips are on yours—slow, testing at first, until you give in. he takes it deeper, tongue sliding against yours, and suddenly you’re clinging to him, fingers digging into his t-shirt like you’ll die if he pulls away.

he breaks the kiss with a grin, lips shiny. “see? already better than physics.”

you want to roll your eyes, to say something snarky, but then he’s kissing down your neck, and the words melt into a soft gasp. his hands are everywhere—sliding under your top, pushing the fabric up until your stomach’s exposed.

he pulls back just enough to smirk. “that’s more focus than i’ve seen from you all semester.”

“shut up,” you whisper, grabbing at his shirt.

“up,” 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.

“jake,” you whine, “we’re supposed to be—”

“studying?” he finishes against your skin, laughing. “yeah, i’ll study you instead.”

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.

“fuck,” he mutters, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “already soaked. you’re such a bad student.” his fingers tease you over the thin fabric.

“off,” he orders, tugging at your waistband. you lift yourself just enough to shimmy out of your pants, panties following until you’re bare in his lap. the way he stares at you makes your skin burn, like he’s cataloguing every inch to memory.

“sit back,” he says, helping you onto the desk this time. papers scatter, pens roll to the floor, but you don’t care—you’re spread out in front of him, and he’s on his knees between your thighs.

“jake, i—”

whatever you were going to say dies when his tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit. your whole body jolts.

“jesus,” he groans against you, licking into you like he’s starving. “you taste so fucking good.”

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking.

“jake—oh my god—” you gasp, legs trembling as he pins your hips down.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his mouth shiny with you. “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. i wanna see how dumb i make you.”

your head tips back, but you force yourself to look down, meeting his dark gaze, tongue circling.

he doesn’t stop, making it drag out until you’re sobbing from overstimulation.

“fuck, that’s it,” he mutters, his tongue works your clit. “such a tight little cunt. bet you’ve been waiting for me to do this, huh?”

you nod frantically, words spilling out in broken gasps. “yes—yes, jake, please, don’t stop—”

he doesn’t. he keeps going, relentless, until your whole body arches off the desk.

“jake—fuck, i’m gonna—”

“cum for me,” he growls against you, and you do, clenching around his fingers, crying out his name. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, pushing weakly at his head. he finally pulls back, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. your eyes widen—thick, flushed, already leaking.

“don’t look so shocked,” he teases, stroking himself lazily. “been hard for you since problem one.”

“jake—” you start, but he’s already pushing your thighs wider, lining himself up.

“relax,” he murmurs, kissing you once before pressing in until he’s buried inside you. you cry out, clutching at his shoulders, the stretch overwhelming but perfect.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “like you were made for me.”

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.

“jake—oh my god—”

“that’s it, baby,” he pants, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. “look at me when i fuck you. let me see how good i make you feel.”

you’re helpless under him, body clenching around him so hard you can barely think. he’s everywhere—his hands, his cock, his voice in your ear telling you how tight, how perfect you are.

“good fucking girl,” 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.

“shit—fuck—gonna cum—”

he pulls out just in time, jerking himself over your stomach, spilling hot across your skin with a guttural moan of your name.

“still think i’m hopeless?”

“yeah,” he grins, tucking himself back in, smug as ever. “but at least you’re a good student in other ways.”

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hi ... revamp in the works....

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SLOW DOWN ㅤ★ PARK SUNGHOON

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝓲𝗣𝗧──── 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒."

❪ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐒 ❫ ｡ hockey player!sunghoon & fem!rea 1OOOwc. smut, MDNI. unprotected sex, fingering ˊᯅˋ situationship, oneshot

( minji says ) : 6 months since i've posted. i'm back ! i'll post fluff next week! who missed me ㅠㅠ

you don’t 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 “timing,” and “pressure,” and how “maybe we’re just not meant to be.”

but a few weeks after that, sunghoon came along like a delayed punchline — except he was a better joke than your ex ever was.

park sunghoon. rival team’s golden boy, captain, heartthrob, five penalties this season for fighting — most of them against your ex’s teammates.

you hadn’t meant to kiss him after the game. you really hadn’t.

but maybe the way he’d looked at you that night — smudged eyeliner under his eyes from the team paint, a bloody lip, sweat glistening on his neck — 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 — recklessly — with his jersey still on.

you don’t know what to call it. not dating. not just fucking either. but it’s been three months. and he’s 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 someone’s 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."

“you are the captain. shouldn’t you act a little less pathetic?”

“you want me to stop calling you my girl when i’m fucking you?” he murmurs, low against your collarbone. “say the word.”

you don’t say it. you never do.

he climbs over you slowly, his bare chest warm against yours as you sink deeper into the sheets. you’re wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, and sunghoon’s 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?"

“act like i belong to you."

his eyes flick up. his hair’s 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 it’s not a confession.

you narrow your eyes. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” he says lazily, but his hand’s moving again, dragging up your thigh. “don’t say things that make your pretty thighs clamp shut like that?”

“sunghoon.”

he smirks. "what. you want me to lie? pretend this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever had? pretend i don’t 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.

“you’re soaked,” he mutters, like it’s your fault. “what’d i say that did it, hm? calling you mine? or saying i want to fuck you dumb?”

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.

“too busy dripping all over my fuckin’ hand, aren’t you?” he mutters, brushing his fingers over your folds, middle and ring finger spreading you open just enough.

“shut up,” you whisper, eyes fluttering.

“make me.”

you don’t. you can’t. 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.

“fuck—sunghoon,”

"that’s it,” he grins, biting gently at your jaw as his fingers start thrusting, unhurried. “say 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.

“shit, baby,” he groans, voice dipping into something lower. “your pussy’s so tight—keep clenching like that and i’ll cum before i’m even inside you.”

“then get inside me,” you choke out, gasping, eyes glassy.

“fuck,” he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”

he strips the rest of his clothes quickly, tossing them to the side like it doesn’t matter. and when he kneels between your legs, cock heavy in his hand, tip glistening — you swallow hard.

he leans down, kisses your mouth slow.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers against your lips. “like this. legs spread. eyes glossy. waiting for me.”

he sinks in slow. painfully slow. your breath leaves in a gasp.

“shh,” he murmurs, voice strained. “i got you.”

you whimper under him, fingers clawing at his back, the burn between your legs making your thighs shake. he groans against your shoulder.

“tightest fuckin’ pussy,” he hisses, starting to move. “so wet—fuck, baby, made for me.”

you can’t 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.

"you’re mine,” he growls, fucking into you deeper. “doesn’t matter if you say it or not. you’ve always been mine.”

“sunghoon—” 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, fuck—let me feel it."

you do — 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 he’s pulling you closer, hips jerking, and you feel the warmth flood inside you as he spills deep, groaning your name like a prayer.

the room’s quiet after that. your chest rises and falls fast. his arm wraps around your waist.

“…still mad at me for calling you mine?” he whispers against your ear.

you snort, burying your face in his shoulder.

“no,” you mumble. “good,” he breathes. “’cause i’m not letting you go.”

and he doesn’t. not that night. not ever.

even if you never say it out loud. you’re his. and he’s yours. even when you’re both too stubborn to admit it.

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SLOW DOWN ㅤ★ PARK SUNGHOON

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝓲𝗣𝗧──── 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒."

❪ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐒 ❫ ｡ hockey player!sunghoon & fem!rea 1OOOwc. smut, MDNI. unprotected sex, fingering ˊᯅˋ situationship, oneshot

( minji says ) : 6 months since i've posted. i'm back ! i'll post fluff next week! who missed me ㅠㅠ

you don’t 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 “timing,” and “pressure,” and how “maybe we’re just not meant to be.”

but a few weeks after that, sunghoon came along like a delayed punchline — except he was a better joke than your ex ever was.

park sunghoon. rival team’s golden boy, captain, heartthrob, five penalties this season for fighting — most of them against your ex’s teammates.

you hadn’t meant to kiss him after the game. you really hadn’t.

but maybe the way he’d looked at you that night — smudged eyeliner under his eyes from the team paint, a bloody lip, sweat glistening on his neck — 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 — recklessly — with his jersey still on.

you don’t know what to call it. not dating. not just fucking either. but it’s been three months. and he’s 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 someone’s 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."

“you are the captain. shouldn’t you act a little less pathetic?”

“you want me to stop calling you my girl when i’m fucking you?” he murmurs, low against your collarbone. “say the word.”

you don’t say it. you never do.

he climbs over you slowly, his bare chest warm against yours as you sink deeper into the sheets. you’re wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, and sunghoon’s 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?"

“act like i belong to you."

his eyes flick up. his hair’s 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 it’s not a confession.

you narrow your eyes. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” he says lazily, but his hand’s moving again, dragging up your thigh. “don’t say things that make your pretty thighs clamp shut like that?”

“sunghoon.”

he smirks. "what. you want me to lie? pretend this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever had? pretend i don’t 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.

“you’re soaked,” he mutters, like it’s your fault. “what’d i say that did it, hm? calling you mine? or saying i want to fuck you dumb?”

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.

“too busy dripping all over my fuckin’ hand, aren’t you?” he mutters, brushing his fingers over your folds, middle and ring finger spreading you open just enough.

“shut up,” you whisper, eyes fluttering.

“make me.”

you don’t. you can’t. 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.

“fuck—sunghoon,”

"that’s it,” he grins, biting gently at your jaw as his fingers start thrusting, unhurried. “say 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.

“shit, baby,” he groans, voice dipping into something lower. “your pussy’s so tight—keep clenching like that and i’ll cum before i’m even inside you.”

“then get inside me,” you choke out, gasping, eyes glassy.

“fuck,” he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”

he strips the rest of his clothes quickly, tossing them to the side like it doesn’t matter. and when he kneels between your legs, cock heavy in his hand, tip glistening — you swallow hard.

he leans down, kisses your mouth slow.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers against your lips. “like this. legs spread. eyes glossy. waiting for me.”

he sinks in slow. painfully slow. your breath leaves in a gasp.

“shh,” he murmurs, voice strained. “i got you.”

you whimper under him, fingers clawing at his back, the burn between your legs making your thighs shake. he groans against your shoulder.

“tightest fuckin’ pussy,” he hisses, starting to move. “so wet—fuck, baby, made for me.”

you can’t 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.

"you’re mine,” he growls, fucking into you deeper. “doesn’t matter if you say it or not. you’ve always been mine.”

“sunghoon—” 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, fuck—let me feel it."

you do — 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 he’s pulling you closer, hips jerking, and you feel the warmth flood inside you as he spills deep, groaning your name like a prayer.

the room’s quiet after that. your chest rises and falls fast. his arm wraps around your waist.

“…still mad at me for calling you mine?” he whispers against your ear.

you snort, burying your face in his shoulder.

“no,” you mumble. “good,” he breathes. “’cause i’m not letting you go.”

and he doesn’t. not that night. not ever.

even if you never say it out loud. you’re his. and he’s yours. even when you’re both too stubborn to admit it.

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★ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU WEAR A SHORT MINIDRESS ───𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ ‘𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇

﹙𝑜𝑓﹚: when enhypen get a bit obsessed when you wear your pretty outfit && 12OOwc. ˖ smut ⠀⎯⎯ ⠀fem!centered ﹙ ⌕. ﹚ 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 ㅋㅋ

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

your phone vibrated, the picture you’d just sent practically radiating heat through the screen. that 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 heeseung’s 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 he’d 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. “you’re driving me fucking insane,” 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. “god, you’re so fucking hot. so fucking mine.”

“mmm, heeseung,” 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.

“mine,” 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. “you’re such a little tease, baby,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, then dipping lower, parting your folds and teasing your clit, making you gasp.

“only for you,” 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. “say my name, baby,” he grunted, his breath hot against your ear, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements.

“heeseung! fuck, heeseung! oh, fuck!” 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.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

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 jay’s 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.

“where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” 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. “movie night? remember?” you twirl slightly, making the dress flare out. you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. a visible bulge strains against his sweatpants. he definitely didn’t wear boxers.

“yeah, but… that?” 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.

“what? it’s comfortable,” you murmur, batting your eyelashes.

he runs a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. “comfortable for who? because i’m about to lose my fucking mind.” 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. “is that so?” 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. “you know exactly what you’re doing,” he murmurs against your skin. “and i’m not sure how much longer i can pretend i’m not about to fuck you right here, right now.” he shifts slightly, pressing harder against you through his sweatpants. the friction is intense, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “fuck,” he breathes, his hips subtly rocking against yours. “right through my pants… you feel that?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

the closet door creaks open, you emerge, a nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin. jake’s 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.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine. “is that… is that even a dress?”

you blush, biting your lip and twisting a strand of hair around your finger. “i i bought it today. do you like it?”

jake’s 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. “like it? baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, “you’re killing me.” he reaches out. he tugs you gently forward, pulling you into the space between his spread legs. “come here, you little tease.”

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. it’s 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.

“god,” 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. “you’re driving me fucking crazy.” his hands slide down your back, cupping your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh, kneading and squeezing. “you’re so fucking hot.” you gasp again, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.

“jake…” you whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

he groans, his grip tightening on your ass. “ride me, baby,” he commands, his voice low and demanding. “ride my fucking cock.”

you don’t 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. “fuck,” 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. “oh, fuck, yes,” you moan, your voice thick with pleasure. you can feel jake’s hands tightening on your ass, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin as he urges you on. “that’s it, baby, fucking ride me,” he growls. he’s 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. “you’re so fucking wet,” he gasps, his voice thick with lust, “fucking perfect.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

his breath hitches when you walk in. the fabric of the minidress, barely skims your thighs, clinging to every curve. he’s 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.

“fuck,” he breathes, the word barely audible. he clears his throat, the sound rough and uneven. “that… that’s…” he stumbles over his words, his eyes still fixed on you. “quite a dress.”

you offer a slow, deliberate smile, tilting your head slightly. “do you like it, sunghoon?” 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.

“like it?” he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against your ear. “i’m about to lose my mind.”

before you can even register what’s 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 you’re 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.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs,

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(🪽)⋆ ࣪ 午 : RICH BOY ENHYPEN CHASING YOU ────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝑖𝐒 ✶ rich boy!enhypen x fem!readerㅤ｡｡ fluff suggestive. & 14OOwc. : kissing, skinship, petnames ── ARCHiVE

( minji says ) : my first sfw fic ㅠㅠ, 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

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

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 he’s doing. you roll your eyes, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you.

"you’re late," you say, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice wavers.

heeseung chuckles, low and smooth. "relax, princess. i’m here now, aren’t i?"

"don’t call me that," you snap, but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips tells you he won’t 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 it’s weak at best. "you’re insufferable."

he grins, "and you’re beautiful when you’re 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 swear—"

"swear all you want, baby," he cuts you off, his lips hovering near your ear now. "but you’re here. and you look way too good to be mad at me for long."

damn him. and damn the butterflies in your stomach.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

“you’re hiding from me again.” jay’s 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.

“i’m not hiding,” 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?

“baby, you disappear every time my parties get a little wild.” he smirked, stepping closer, the faint smell of cologne and alcohol trailing him. “what, too many people for you?”

“too many people for you,” you shot back, glaring at him over the rim of your cup. “you’ve been all over the place.”

he laughed, tipping his head back slightly, his golden hair catching the light. “jealous, sweetheart?”

“hardly.”

but he didn’t buy it. he crouched down to your level, his free hand finding your knee. “you know, it’s hard to have fun when the only person i want to drink with keeps running off.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to shiver at his touch. “then maybe you should stop throwing these ridiculous parties.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he grinned, pulling you to your feet with a firm but playful tug. “come on. let me make it up to you. we’ll drink together—just us. deal?”

and somehow, with him looking at you like that, you couldn’t say no.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

"you’re 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 i’m your pain," he shot back, twirling the keys around his finger like some kind of movie villain. “now, get in. i’m bored.”

"it’s midnight," you deadpanned, crossing your arms. “normal people are asleep.”

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 you’re too busy flirting to look at the road?"

"oh, you wound me." he pressed a hand to his chest like you’d insulted his honor. “i’m an excellent driver. but if you’re scared, i could always hold your hand.”

"you’re so annoying," you muttered, but your feet were already moving.

"that’s my girl," he said, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish.

"i’m not your girl," you shot back, sliding into the seat anyway. the leather was ridiculously soft—of course it was.

he climbed in, tossing you a wink as he revved the engine, the car practically purring. “keep telling yourself that, doll.”

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 didn’t pull away.

"admit it," he said, grinning like the devil. "you’re having fun."

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "shut up and drive, jake."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

you shouldn’t even be here. sunghoon texted you two hours ago: “you free?” and now you’re in a chanel store watching him do what he does best—flaunt his ridiculous wealth.

“these?” he holds up a pair of earrings you barely glanced at five minutes ago.

“yeah, they’re pretty,” you reply, trying to stay unbothered.

fifteen minutes later, he’s signing off on half the store. you cross your arms, glaring as he grins, a devilish glint in his eye.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you hiss. “i didn’t ask for all this!”

“you didn’t have to, sweetheart.” he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm like it’s casual, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

“sunghoon,” you warn, but your voice falters when he tilts his head, studying you like he’s amused by your attempt at resistance.

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” he murmurs, his tone low, teasing. “one little compliment and i’m ready to buy out the whole store. what does that say about me, huh?”

“that you’re an idiot,” you quip, even though your cheeks are warming under his gaze.

he chuckles, stepping into your space. “an idiot who knows exactly how to make you melt.”

his fingers trail down your arm, his smirk deepening when you don’t pull away. “relax, baby. it’s just a little fun.”

“you’re trouble,” you mutter.

“and yet,” he says, leaning in close, “you keep coming back.”

the worst part? he’s not wrong.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

you’re scrolling through your phone when it pings—a 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, you’re met with sunoo’s ridiculously perfect smirk. his car, some expensive foreign model, is parked crookedly in your driveway, headlights still on. he’s dressed in a white button-down, sleeves rolled up, and jeans that fit too well.

“didn’t think you’d actually show up,” 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.

“what can i say? i missed you,” he drawls, leaning casually against the doorframe. “besides, you look way too cute to be sitting home alone. couldn’t let that happen, could i, pretty girl?”

you roll your eyes, but your stomach flips at the pet name. “you’re insane. what if i wasn’t home?”

he grins, stepping closer, his cologne clouding your senses. “then i’d wait. or maybe climb through your window. dramatic enough for you?”

“absolutely not.”

his fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up. “oh, come on. you love it when i’m dramatic. admit it.”

“sunoo—”

“shut up and say you love me,” he interrupts.

you hate how he leaves you breathless every time.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

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.

“this one?” you hold up a dress, simple but elegant, and he tilts his head like he’s considering it.

“try it on,” he says, voice low, but there’s a glint in his eyes that screams he’s already imagining you in it. “actually, try all of them on. i’ll decide which one i like best.”

“jungwon,” you sigh, giving him a pointed look. “i don’t need you to buy me anything.”

he steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his cologne wraps around you like a second skin. “but i want to,” he murmurs, his lips quirking up. “you’re not gonna deprive me of seeing you look drop-dead gorgeous, are you, baby?”

your cheeks heat at the pet name, and you swat his chest lightly. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you love it,” 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. “besides, you deserve nice things. let me spoil you.”

he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “just admit you like having me wrapped around your finger.”

“who said that?” you shoot back, but your smile betrays you.

“me,” he replies smoothly, grinning as he takes the dress from your hand. “now go try this on, sweetheart. i want to see my girl look perfect.”

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

your birthday party is too crowded, the kind of rich-kid chaos you can’t fully escape. you’re by the dessert table when you feel him before you see him—riki’s cologne, his stupidly expensive leather jacket brushing your arm.

“happy birthday, sunshine.” his voice is all smooth confidence, and when you glance over, he’s already smirking at you.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, pretending not to notice the way his hair looks unfairly good, messy like he rolled out of bed but somehow perfect.

“celebrating, obviously.” he pops a chocolate into his mouth like he owns the place. “where’s my birthday kiss?”

you scoff. “it’s my birthday.”

“exactly.” he steps closer, his voice dropping. “so i’m giving you one.”

“absolutely not.” 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. “who even invited you?”

“your mom loves me, didn’t you know?” he grins, all teeth and trouble. “she said, ‘riki, please crash her party and make her blush.’ her exact words, promise.”

“you’re so full of it.” you shake your head, but your pulse quickens when he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

“admit it,” he murmurs, “you’d miss me if i wasn’t here.”

you hate that he’s right. but before you can retort, he tilts your chin up, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “happy birthday, sunshine,” he whispers, and just like that, he’s walking away, leaving you standing there, flustered and furious.

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✶ DEAR MASTERLiST : ENHYPEN ──────𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌.

DISCLAIMER ! furthermore, it is crucial to note that all idols depicted in my work are distinct characters and do not illustrate their real-life identities. they are fictional personas created for the purpose of entertainment and should not be seen as an accurate reflection of reality.

please do not copy, repost, or translate my works on any platform. i only post on tumblr. if you find it anywhere else, kindly let me know.

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OO1. HEADCANONS & REACTIONS. (SFW)

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OO2. INDIVIDUAL MEMBER ONESHOTS (SFW)

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OO3. HARD HOURS-REACTIONS, HEADCANONS & DRABBLES. ( NSFW ) ───CHECK MY GUIDELINES FOR MORE INFORMATION ON WHAT I WRITE AND WHAT I DONT.

HYUNG LINE

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HEESEUNG LEE

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JAY PARK

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JAKE SIM

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PARK SUNGHOON

34+35 : brother's best friend ( when it gets a bit spicy between you and your brother's best friend, sunghoon ) oneshot

slow down : hockey captain (when your ex breaks up with you on your birthday, you start secretly hooking up with his rival hockey captain—and you’ve never moved on faster. ) oneshot

OO4. LONG ONESHOTS ( SFW & NSFW )

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───WHO'S ITSMINJIFY ? ABOUT MINJI.

my name’s minji, a 2004 baby hehe. you can call me whatever nickname you like, and i’m an esfp. i'm french-korean, currently living in korea ㅋㅋ

writing since 2021 and for enhypen since 2022 > < a uni student and literature major—i disappear sometimes, take forever to post, and leave multiple projects on hold

i’m a heehoon girl through and through. i stan tons of girl groups, so if you’re a gg stan, please become my moot! i promise i don’t bite

i do my best to reply to asks and dms quickly, but if i’m a bit slow, please bear with me ㅠㅠ, my inbox is always open if you need tips, advice, or just a genuine chat !!

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˖ ㅤ( 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ) @ iTSMiNJiFY : GUIDELINES ㅤ৲ ───𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅

( OO1 ). my blog includes both SFW and NSFW content, so minors, please avoid interacting with the nsfw posts—or better yet, stay far away altogether.

( OO2. ) keep things respectful here—this blog is a safe space, and I won’t engage with anything that disrupts that. feel free to rant, vent, or share whatever’s on your mind, though—you’re more than welcome!

( OO3. ) requests: i accept reactions, headcanons, and drabbles for both sfw and nsfw (nsfw limited to the hyung line). for oneshots, you’re welcome to share ideas, but i’ll ultimately focus on what sparks my creativity the most.

( OO4. ) israel supporters, racists, victim blamers, and anyone rude or disrespectful—strictly do not interact. standard dni criteria apply.

( OO5. ) please note that everything on this blog is purely fictional and not intended to reflect the real-life images of any idols. this is just a hobby and meant for fun!

finally, please avoid spam-liking my posts, as it can lead to shadowbanning—anyone found doing so will be blocked. however, feel free to spam reblogs; they are greatly appreciated! thank you!

꒰⠀ 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 don’t 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 I’ll 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, it’s likely i’ll be okay with it. if not, i’ll 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

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( OO1. ) 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝗋𝗌. '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌.

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