✰ LOG 048 — SOL ! | mdni, 18+ content ahead.
— so if you like it, i can take you to my world ⸝⸝
'03, she/her, se asian, eng & fil, jaywon's princess, <3
heeseung’s always looking for an opportunity to snap a picture of you.
not of your face, though—yet he’s always tempted to keep a polaroid at the back of his phone case of your face prettily dripping with his cum.
he secretly takes pictures under your skirt, when you’re naked, of your cleavage, the outline of your cunt when you bend over. and he does exactly what you’d expect with them... he goons to them!
earlier today, his hand cupped your ass when he was hugging you, his fingers hiking up your skirt just enough to take a picture of your plush ass. when he looked back at the photo later, just to find out you had no panties on, he chuckled to himself—knowing he was about to have the best orgasm ever.
his hand pumped his length as his phone glowed with the light of your photo—the perfect curve of your ass cheeks and the subtle outline of your pussy that he so badly wished could’ve been his hand at that moment.
you weren’t oblivious to this. in fact, you passed by his room a few times, door closed or not—because either way, you’d hear his low groans and the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock, or you’d just see it all for yourself.
the abuse and humiliation Greta Thunberg is going through at the hands of the Israelis needs to be put in context with the dehumanising torture Palestinian prisoners are put through on the daily: the fact that darling Greta can be blindfolded and forced to crawl and kiss the Israeli flags - despite her international popularity and the protection her own government should guarantee her - is only possible because Israelis are allowed to beat, humiliate, starve and rape Palestinians to literal death without anyone stopping them.
six different spots you and the enhypen members turned into your own private playgrounds.
⎯⎯ smut, minors do not interact.
contains : semi/public sex (they dont get caught tho), unprotected sex, petnames, more warnings listed for each member
total wc : 4.1k ⎯⎯ not proofread
𐙚 sol : hi im #Alive lawl ive been busy nd sick (mostly sick </3) ill answer asks soon my precious anons but heres smth while u wait !!! this is such a rushed post so if there r any typos or mistakes lmk :,))
LEE HEESEUNG
: fingering, use of panties as a gag, degradation, panty stealer hee :p, library sex
“No, sweet girl. Stop making so much noise unless you want to get caught.” Heeseung pushes your already damp panties further into your mouth, the sudden pressure making you gag faintly around the fabric yet again. Your muffled protests earn nothing but a disapproving ‘tsk’ from your boyfriend, head falling down in shame.
Your mind barely registers how it all happened—you were peacefully studying with your boyfriend, genuinely enjoying the quiet focus for once. After drowning yourself in textbooks all week, you were desperate for a break but still wanted to keep up. So, studying together at the library felt like the perfect compromise, at least, until things took a different turn.
And well, you really should’ve seen this coming, knowing Heeseung.
As the both of you were tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, his wandering hands beneath the table made it clear to you that studying was the last thing on his mind.
Your textbooks are long forgotten; all you can concentrate on is the deliberate curl of his fingers inside you. Every twitch of your body doesn’t go unnoticed by Heeseung, as well as every greedy squeeze of your cunt around his fingers. Slick drips down onto his hand and trails down to your thighs as he presses continuously against the spot that has you writhing, biting back a cry that would surely give you both away.
It’s more than obvious that this excites just you as much as it does him. It makes him laugh under his breath, almost mocking, because his sweet girl is really enjoying this?
You whine against your drool stained panties, eyes rolling back when he pulls his fingers out of your weeping cunt only to rub harsh circles against your clit. “You’re being so fucking loud. You want to get caught, don’t you, angel?” He raises a brow when you shake your head frantically, chest pressing harder into the shelves as you fight the tremors in your body, desperate not to knock a single book loose.
Saliva drops down your chin as your thighs tremble around his hand, fingers slowly making its way back inside your fluttering walls. Just then, footsteps echo down the aisle.
You freeze, eyes going wide, nails digging into the wooden shelf as panic surges through you. The shadow of someone passing by stretches across the floor, lingering really close. Heeseung stills his fingers inside of you, his other hand holding your hip to steady you.
“Quiet,” he breathes out softly, voice deceptively tender despite the way his fingers had just been stretching you open. You barely dare to breathe yourself, your whole body trembling with the effort of staying still while his fingers remain buried deep inside you.
The footsteps pause—right at the end of the row. Your heart pounds so violently it feels deafening, it makes you think that everyone can hear it. Heeseung smirks against your shoulder, fingers sliding in and out of you at a cruel pace that makes your knees buckle. You bite down hard on the panties stuffed in your mouth, muffling those needy sounds that threaten to slip out.
After what felt like eternity, the shadow moves on, footsteps finally subsiding. Relief washes over you, but before you can even get to relax, Heeseung presses back into you, lips thinning into that grin.
“See, baby? No one has to know when you learn how to listen and stay quiet.”
He hooks two fingers into the drenched fabric between your lips, tugging it free with slow precision. The way he watches you—in complete awe—makes your stomach flutter. You cough weakly once the fabric is gone, swallowing down the excess spit that had gathered in your throat.
Your panties, soaked through with your arousal and drool, dangle from his hand for a moment before he casually folds them up and slips them into his pocket, like he has every right to keep them.
“I’ll buy you a new one, yeah?”
PARK JONGSEONG
: fiance jay, pool sex (nobody is around Though), slight breeding kink, teasing more than anything tbh, backshots, praising, jay is smitten <3
Visiting Thailand with your fiancé, Jongseong, was nothing short of unforgettable—you spent days wandering through breathtaking sights, soaking in the scenery, and picking up souvenirs for your family back home. Though after a full week of nonstop sightseeing, your body had finally had enough.
By the time you reached the hotel,l it was only natural for you to groan dramatically to Jay about how “your feet were killing you,” craving nothing but relaxation.
Slipping into the hotel’s rooftop pool felt like heaven. The water was cool and refreshing, the city lights stretching out below you, and for once, the place was completely empty, just the two of you. The quietness made it feel private, even though you knew at any moment someone else could step through the doors.
Not that it mattered, it was already late, and right now the pool felt like it belonged to the both of you alone. Surely no one would come in, right?
Your thoughts are quickly replaced the second Jay’s hands find you under the water, groping you in places where they shouldn’t. A teasing grin is plastered onto his face as he leans down, whispering filth against your ear while keeping a perfectly calm expression like he wasn’t completely driving you insane.
“You’re so sexy, wearing this all for me? I might just be the luckiest guy in the world, princess.”
And that he is.
Your stomach flips, heat rising under your skin as his hands slide lower, squeezing your ass hard enough to pull a squeal from you. “Jay—” The words die in your throat when he catches your waist, turning you with little effort until your back is pressed against his chest.
“Baby—here? You’re not serious…” You giggle breathlessly, as if you had been holding it all this time. You think he’s not serious, half-convinced he’s only teasing you, but you realize better when you feel him kiss your temple from behind.
“Why not, princess?” he murmurs against your skin, “wouldn’t it be such a waste to wait until you take this beautiful bikini off?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead his lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing teasingly at your skin, and you can’t help but grind your ass against the bulge growing beneath the water.
Splashes ripple around you as his free hand moves up to squeeze your tits, and you hear him chuckle with such smugness that normally would make you roll your eyes at him, but you don’t even bother to at this moment.
“Look who’s enjoying this now,”
“Shut up,” you shoot back breathlessly, but it comes out more like a whine than a threat.
Jay just grins against your skin, letting his hand slip lower, skimming your stomach languidly until his fingers slide under your panties. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, making your knees nearly give out, but his arm around your waist keeps you steady.
“Already so wet,” he mutters with a breathless laugh, his other hand tugging at his shorts to free his hardening cock. In one smooth motion he pushes your panties aside, the blunt tip of his length pressing against your dripping cunt.
You suck in a sharp breath, the sudden pressure making your body go tense. “J-Jay—” you whine, though it’s not exactly a protest when you push your hips back against him. He ignores your needy whimpers and whines darkly as he slowly drags the head of his cock along your slit, teasing, smearing your slick over his length. “You were grinding on me first, sweetheart,”
Your nails dig into his forearm where he steadies you, another whimper slipping from your lips when he finally pushes inside, just enough to stretch you open before pulling back again. The water does little to hide the way your body shudders under his hold, your voice breaking when you beg. “S-stop teasing me,”
His hips roll forward just enough to bury himself deeper, pulling a strangled moan from your lips before he pulls back again, deliberately slow. The water ripples with every shallow thrust, each one just enough to make your legs twitch, but never enough to satisfy the ache growing at your lower stomach.
“Jay, please,” you whimper, throwing your head back against his shoulder.
His grip on your waist tightens, nails digging in as he groans at the way you clench around him. “Shhh… let me fill you up nice and slow, yeah? Stay still and look pretty, hah—just like that, my beautiful girl, so perfect. You never make me regret putting a ring on you.”
SIM JAEYUN
:: dryhumping <3, making out, lots of praise, cowgirl pos, car sex
“So pretty, fuck—prettiest girl ever.”
Jaeyun loves making out with you.
Especially when you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat, the cramped space making every movement feel hotter. Your lips are already swollen, your neck marked with the hickeys he’s painted across your skin, he eats it all up—every dazed look, every shiver, every little sound that slips out.
Like right now, you’re on his lap, knees pressing into the worn leather, hips grinding down against the growing bulge straining under his sweatpants. The fogging windows and faint creak of the seat only leave you drowning in the pleasure of it all.
But none of it matters when his mouth is on yours, shoving his tongue down your throat, and the car is the only place in the world that exists.
His hands travel down from your jaw to your hips, guiding you to grind down even harder against him, pulling moans straight from both your throats. “Just like that, baby,” Jake mutters, breathing ragged as he relishes in the friction of your clothed cunt dragging over his clothed length.
Your fingers clutch at his hoodie, desperate for something to ground you as your nails dig in its fabric. Each drag of your body over his makes your thighs tremble, the small space increases every nerve and sensation until you feel like you’re burning alive.
“You feel so good even like this,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and ragged. The steering wheel digs into your back when he leans forward, chasing more of you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. The car rocks faintly with your movements, the windows now fogged beyond recognition.
He trails wet kisses down your neck, his hand brushing the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down. The fabric gets stuck for a moment in the cramped space, but Jaeyun doesn’t care. He groans into your neck and yanks harder until they’re bunched around your knees.
“Fuck, finally,” he breathes, eyes flicking down to where your panties are already clinging to your soaked heat. You can barely think, can barely breathe, especially when he pushes the crotch of your panties aside and runs two fingers along your slit. “J-Jake!”
He breathes out a chuckle before moving to tug your shirt over your head in one swift motion, then unclasping your bra with the kind of ease that comes from too much practice (and you know damn well he has).
His eyes drink you in shamelessly, tracing over every inch like he can’t get enough. Your brows knit together, heat rising to your cheeks under the weight of his stare. You nudge his shoulder, trying to pull him back to you. “Jakey…”
His brows lift, and for a moment he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world —like he wasn’t just about to fuck your brains out. “Up,” he commands, and your hips obey before your brain even catches up.
Your head spins and your heart pounds in excitement as he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging insistently against your slick folds.
“Hold onto me if it gets too much, okay, baby?” he murmurs, eyes soft even as his grip stays firm, and for just a split second you catch the worry there, making your chest ache. You nod quickly, fingers clutching his shoulders like your life depends on it.
With one steady thrust, he eases into you. The stretch makes you gasp from your throat, pressing your forehead into his. “Feels s’good,” you whimper, your body trying to adjust around him. He groans as he kisses your temple softly, almost too gently for the way he’s splitting you open.
“Good girl, doing so well for me,” he all but breathes out, hips stilling for a moment to let you catch your breath. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your hip, though the hunger in his eyes betrays how badly he wants to move.
Your breath hitches when you feel him twitch inside you, before you lean back, his grip tightening on your waist. Slowly, you start to move—every descent making your walls flutter around him, every slam down drawing a moan from deep in his chest.
“So tight—shit, you’re milking me already. Mhm, its okay baby, don’t rush it. Go on, take me deeper.”
PARK SUNGHOON
: use of vibrator, kinda brat reader, hoon’s a meanie, degradation, omo :3, club bathroom sex
Pissing off Sunghoon before going to a party with him had to be one of the biggest mistakes you’ve ever made. He wasn’t the type to let things slide easily, and you should’ve known better than to push his patience when he was already reluctant about it in the first place.
He, also, made it clear that he didn’t want to be here. The music was far too loud than usual, the lights were too bright, and the press of strangers grinding on the dance floor only annoyed him further.
He’d rather be anywhere else than trapped in the suffocating heat of the club, forced to shout just to be heard over the thundering bass.
But you had whined and tugged on his arm until he finally caved, rolling his eyes and muttering that you “owed him for this.”
Now it was you, reaping the consequences.
You weren’t just stuck dealing with the bass that shook the floor and the suffocating press of bodies on the dance floor—oh no, that would’ve been too easy. To make things worse, your friends had somehow vanished the second you came back from the bathroom, leaving you stranded in the chaos.
The blinding strobe lights, the sticky air heavy with alcohol, all of it grated on your nerves, but none of it compared to the throbbing hum between your thighs, tucked beneath your panties.
It takes every ounce of your willpower not to let your legs loose right then and there. It’s no better when you can see Sunghoon’s eyes piercing right at you, too. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, dropping your head down to make a beeline for the bathroom—intent on breaking his one rule: to remove the vibrator out.
But he's faster. He knows you too well by now, and to say the least, he's even more fucking pissed. He catches your wrist before you even get to open the bathroom door, the look on his face tells you everything. "You truly never learn, do you, baby?"
Before you can even form a response, he’s dragging you inside, shoving the door shut behind you with a harsh click of the lock. The cramped stall suddenly feels smaller with the weight of his glare on you, his hand still tight around your wrist. “Hoon—”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m pissed enough already.”
Sunghoon cuts you off in a harsh tone, clearly irritated . In one rough motion, he turns you around, pinning your wrists behind your back with one hand. His free hand slips into his pocket, pulling out the remote.
Without hesitation, he cranks the vibrator up a level, the sudden intensity shooting through you so hard your knees nearly buckle, saved only by his grip on you.
Your thighs press together, mouth falling open in a strangled cry. Your body folds forward as pleas spill from you, hips twitching forward uncontrollably with every wave of stimulation. Tears blur your vision as the knot in your belly coils tighter, threatening to snap at any second.
When he dials the toy up even higher, you choke on a scream, eyes shooting open. With all the drinks you’ve had—you’re certain that you’re going to pee anytime.
And he fucking laughs. He laughs at you, slipping the remote back into his pocket as his fingers thread through your hair, yanking your head back.
“You’re seriously going to wet yourself fully clothed? Poor girl can’t even hold it in, what am I gonna do with you?”
You shake your head, chest heaving as you desperately beg for him to stop, to make it stop. Albeit it only urges him further, his smirk widening like this is the most fun he’s had all night. He pushes up your skirt, letting his gaze feed on the beautiful sight of your panties drenching wet with the vibrator still buzzing inside it.
Heat floods your cheeks, humiliation twisting with arousal until it’s impossible to tell them apart. You know you can’t hold it back anymore, you don’t have a choice. A broken whine slips from your lips as it spills between your thighs, your legs squeezing together while your palms press against the cold bathroom wall for support.
“Wetting all over like you’ve forgotten how to behave, how embarrassing is that?”
KIM SUNOO
: co worker sunoo, face fucking, cumplay, degradation & praise
Sunoo thinks he’s got you wrapped around his finger, when in fact, it’s him tangled around yours.
He’s so envious—but you’re so fucking pretty. Who could blame them? That doesn’t change the fact he hates you. He hates you, and still can’t stop being endlessly in love with you.
The two of you are tucked away in the storage room, shelves of office supplies stacked around you, the hum of printers and faint chatter of co-workers bleeding through the thin walls. It’s so cramped that every shift of your bodies makes the boxes rattle. It’s reckless, stupid even, knowing someone could walk in at any second. But not the both of you care, you perhaps even like it.
“Yeah… take it, take me deeper.” He pants, head tipping back, eyes rolling as he fights not to cum too soon. Because the sight of you on your knees, mouth stretched around his cock, is enough to ruin him completely.
Your tongue drags along the underside of his cock and his thighs tense instantly. His hand shoots to the back of your head, forcing you down further than you’d expected. “Fuck—just like that. Knew you’d be good for something other than stealing my spotlight.”
His words are cruel, but his voice cracks with need that betrays him well. Drool slips past your lips, dripping down your chin as he uses you to chase his high. You stare up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, eyebrows slightly knitting to top it all off.
The risk of someone opening the door at any second only adds to the thrill. Every creak of the floor outside, every muffled voice drifting down the hall makes your pulse quicken, makes you press your thighs together just a little tighter. You know better than anyone else that with just a few words you could flip this entire situation, have him on his knees instead, begging to taste you—but where’s the fun in that?
You feel the grip he has on your hair tightening, the sound of his ragged breaths filling the cramped storage room. “Look at you,” he groans, “you’re drooling all over yourself,” the sting of his voice makes a tear fall from your eye, though his thumb brushes your wet cheek in a touch far too soft for his cruelty.
“So beautiful like this,” he admits, voice dropping, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling down his length, his knees nearly giving out. His eyes lock onto yours, and thats when you feel he’s spilling into your throat in thick spurts, helpless against the way you swallow him down.
When you finally pull off, a strand of his cum clings between your lips and the swollen tip of his cock. You cough softly, wiping at your chin, but he catches your wrist mid-motion. “Don’t,” he mutters, thumb swiping a streak of spit and cum across your cheek.
You let your tongue dart out to lick what’s left on your lip, and his breath stutters. On impulse, he scoops the spill from your chin with two fingers, pressing them against your mouth. “Open,” he orders, voice hoarse. You obey, lips wrapping around him, sucking his fingers clean
You continue to stay quiet, biting back the smirk threatening to form, because the real game isn’t who’s in control right now, it’s how long you can let him believe he is.
“Good girl, what a pretty little thing. I should leave you like this, let everyone see who you belong to.”
“Do you think being smarter makes you untouchable?” Jungwon spits out, dragging you into an empty classroom.
Even with his grip tight on your wrist, you still manage to smile up tauntingly at him, because you know well that he’s told you before not to outdo him.
“Maybe,” you breathe, just as he slams you back against the wall, showing no mercy.
Being rivals with Won wasn’t easy, not easy at all. But it was fun. Fun to see him lose control like this, fun to know you could get such a reaction out of him. And god, if it didn’t turn you on to no end.
His hand presses firmly against your chest, pinning you harder into the wall. His face is so close you can feel his breath fanning across your lips, eyes burning with irritation and something darker he’d rather die than to admit.
“You think this is funny?” he growls, his hand tightening around your wrist.
“Mm, maybe,” you whisper again, tilting your head just enough to make the taunt sting more.
Jungwon’s jaw flexes as he drags you toward a desk, forcing you to plant your palms against the cold surface. The suddenness makes your heart leap, and his grip is far too strong to break free. “Jungwon—!” you squeal, and this time, it’s his turn to wear that menacing smile.
“Silence,” he mutters, forcing you to stay in that position. “If you’re so smart, then take this. Let’s see if you’re top of the class at handling me.”
A shiver runs through your body at his words, and he notices instantly. You try to glance back, but his hand shoves your head down, keeping you bent over. You whimper, trying to breathe normally.
Smack!
His hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting shooting straight through you. You jolt, a cry tearing from your lips, thighs squeezing together on instinct. The sound echoes in the empty classroom, and you’re certain anyone that would pass by could hear.
You try to wiggle your way out of his grip, whining as you do so. “Where’s all that confidence now, Y/N?” The continuous land of his palm on your skin has you shaking uncontrollably, either whining and whimpering whenever a strike hits.
He hikes your skirt up, taking a peek like he’s some fucking pervert, only to be met by the drool-worthy view of your panties soaking wet, making his throat bob, a low groan threatening to emit. “And you like this…” He trails, slowly inching closer to look closely at your slick-stained panties.
You’re fucking embarrassed, to say the least. “Jungwon—”
“Yeah, baby? No need to say it out loud, ‘know you like this. Getting treated like a whore. Who would’ve thought?” His laugh is edged with cruel sarcasm, making your chest tighten. You try to squirm away again, but he’s faster, pinning you in place. You should’ve known better by now.
He hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties, “tell me to stop,” he raises a brow at you, not mockingly, like he’s genuinely asking you. He tilts his head to the side, watching you as you hesitate.
You freeze, torn between shame and desire. “K-Keep going,” you whisper at last.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk at your words. Really, who would’ve thought this was all it took to finally shut his rival up? A little teasing, a little smacking around—and now you’re bent over for him.
He tugs your panties down just enough to expose your ass, fingers trailing between your thighs, brushing along your soaked slit with feather-light touches. You barely have a second to catch your breath before he’s plunging two fingers deep into your sopping cunt, making you gasp.His other hand clamps onto your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “So wet, all because of me, isnt that right?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, shame burning your cheeks. “D-Don’t say it like that—”
“It’s okay to admit the truth,” he sighs, cooing at you with mock sympathy. “After all, shouldn’t a good top student always be truthful? Pfft, my fingers alone are already enough for you to go silent. Maybe I should do this everyday, no? Plug your pretty butthole while I’m at it, too.”
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