Heeseung – “Mmm, you’re so warm, baby… Let’s stay like this a little longer.”
Heeseung is the type to crave skin-to-skin contact, especially after an intense night. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms locked around you, his voice a sleepy murmur against your skin. He loves the feeling of you snug around him, knowing he can still feel you even after everything. He might tease you with slow, lazy movements, just enough to make you whimper. You shift slightly, and he lets out a low groan. “Careful, unless you want another round.” Even half-asleep, he smirks, hand caressing your thigh under the sheets.
Sunghoon – “Shh, don’t move yet… just a little longer.”
Sunghoon isn’t the best with words, but his actions speak volumes. He’s not letting go anytime soon, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if keeping you connected would make the moment last forever. He finds comfort in feeling you close, his lips ghosting over your temple as he presses himself deeper into you with a satisfied sigh. You try to shift, but his grip tightens. “Nope. You’re staying right here.” He nuzzles against your hair, heartbeat steady against your back.
Jay – “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
Jay enjoys aftercare just as much as the act itself. He’s the type to pull you against his chest, fingers tracing idle circles on your hip, making sure you’re comfortable. He loves the intimacy of staying inside you, feeling the way you pulse around him even in the aftermath. His voice is low and soothing, lulling you into relaxation. His fingers trail lazily down your spine. “I could get used to this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
Jake – “I don’t think I can pull out just yet, sweetheart.”
Jake loves any excuse to be wrapped up in you, and this is no exception. He’s always down for prolonged intimacy, using it as an opportunity to whisper sweet nothings while pressing soft kisses along your collarbone. He might nuzzle into your neck, voice husky as he teases you about how good you feel. You shift slightly, and he chuckles. “That desperate for more already?” His fingers trail down your stomach, playing with the idea of making you beg.
Jungwon – “Just stay still, baby.”
Jungwon enjoys the control of keeping you exactly where he wants you. He’s firm yet gentle, guiding your body against his as he whispers reassurances. He’ll pull you closer, murmuring how perfect you feel, savoring every moment. You try to adjust, but his hand presses against your lower back. “I said stay still,” he warns, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice.
Ni-ki – “Too tired… just five more minutes.”
Ni-ki loves comfort, and if that means staying connected to you for a little longer, he’s all for it. He’s not necessarily sentimental about it—he just likes the warmth and laziness of the moment. If you try to move, he groans in protest, tightening his hold on you. You nudge him. “Ni-ki, we need to clean up.” He buries his face in your shoulder. “Mm-mm. Too comfy.”
Sunoo – “W-We should clean up… but… maybe just a little longer?”
Sunoo loves intimacy but might feel a little flustered about staying inside you. He wants to, but he’s shy about admitting it. He’ll bury his face in the pillow, hands fidgeting as he debates whether he should pull away or give in to how nice it feels. You turn to face him, and his cheeks turn pink. “Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me nervous…” But he doesn’t move, enjoying the closeness too much.
Riki and reader that are academic rivals n address eachother by last name, end up making out 🗣️🗣️🙌🏾🙌🏾
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You hated Nishimura.
And he hated you.
At least, that’s what you told yourselves.
For years, the two of you fought for the top spot—trading first and second place, competing in every subject, arguing over grades, challenging each other at every chance.
And the worst part?
Ni-ki never let it go.
"You’re slipping, Y/L/N," he smirked, tapping his perfect test score against your desk.
You glared, snatching it from his hand. "Shut up, Nishimura."
That’s how it always went.
Insults. Eye rolls. Smirks.
But tonight?
Tonight, it all changed.
It was supposed to be a simple project meeting.
But after hours of bickering in an empty classroom, a storm hit—and the door jammed.
Now, you were trapped.
And Ni-ki?
He looked way too calm about it.
"Great," you muttered, shoving at the locked door. "Now I’m stuck with you."
Ni-ki just leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his stupid smirk still there.
"Aw, you say that like you don’t love spending time with me, Y/L/N."
"Love?" You scoffed. "I’d rather die."
Ni-ki laughed—low, amused, like he knew something you didn’t.
"You sure about that?" he murmured, stepping closer.
And that’s when you realized just how close you were.
The tension? Suffocating.
His body? So much warmer than it should be.
And the way his eyes dropped to your lips—
You were fucked.
"Don’t—" you started, but before you could finish, his mouth crashed onto yours.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.
It was messy, heated, all teeth and tongue and years of pent-up frustration.
You shoved him against the desk, gripping his collar, pulling him in like you hated him for making you want him so bad.
Ni-ki just smirked against your lips, biting down, making you gasp.
"Still wanna act like you hate me?" he murmured, his fingers digging into your waist, pulling you even closer.
You yanked at his shirt, breathless, heart racing.
"Shut up, Nishimura."
And then you kissed him again.
Harder.
Faster.
Like you’d been waiting for this just as much as he had.
His hands slid down, gripping your thighs, lifting you onto the desk.
"You always act so fucking smart," he muttered, his hands gripping your hips, pressing against you.
"You always act like you’re better than me," you shot back, your nails digging into his shoulders as his lips trailed down your neck.
Ni-ki chuckled, dark, amused.
"You sure you wanna do this, Y/L/N?" he teased, his fingers teasing the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath, his touch like fire against your skin.
You exhaled sharply. "Shut up and kiss me, Nishimura."
Jake being my bias in enhypen and me as the fangirl and I catch his eye at the concert, and he flirts with me during the entire concert and ask me to see him backstage smut/nsfw. Thank you 💕🥹
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You weren’t expecting anything.
Sure, you were Jake-biased. Sure, you had the best seat in the venue—but that didn’t mean he’d notice you.
But then, halfway through the concert, it happened.
You locked eyes.
And he didn’t look away.
Instead, he smirked.
For the rest of the show, Jake made sure you knew he saw you.
The way he pointed into the crowd, his finger landing right on you. The way his eyes lingered on your lips when he took a sip of water. The way he winked when he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, smirking when he caught your reaction.
By the time the concert ended, your heart was racing.
Then, as the members waved their final goodbyes, Jake subtly tilted his mic away and mouthed something.
"Come backstage."
Your breath caught.
He couldn’t be serious.
Could he?
At the backstage, security led you through the venue, weaving past staff until they reached a private door.
"Jake’s waiting," one of them said, opening it.
Inside, Jake sat on a couch, his legs spread, his arm draped lazily over the backrest.
The second he saw you, his lips curled into that same smug smirk.
Summary: When a forbidden night with your best friend's irresistible older brother, Jay, spirals into a secret affair, every stolen kiss and whispered promise pulls you deeper into a dangerous game of passion and betrayal. As boundaries shatter and loyalties are tested, you must decide whether to risk it all—or reclaim your heart before it's too late.
The first rule of your friendship with Jungwon was simple—never get involved with his older brother, Jay. Yet some rules, once broken, never let you go.
You and jungwon had always shared everything: secrets, dreams, and countless late-night confessions. Growing up side by side, you trusted him with your heart. Still, there was one unspoken boundary—Jay, his charming, enigmatic older brother, was off limits.
At a crowded family party one night, the music was loud and the alcohol flowed freely. Jungwon was laughing on the couch, too drunk to notice the sparks flying between you and Jay. In a quiet, dimly lit hallway, Jay’s hand grazed your wrist and his voice dropped to a dangerous murmur,
"You shouldn’t look at me like that."
Before you knew it, the tension exploded. A stolen kiss against the cold brick of the wall, heated whispers in a cramped corridor, and then—Jay’s invitation to his childhood bedroom where all reservations melted away.
"Tell me to stop," he demanded in a tone that left no room for debate, and you surrendered to a night of reckless passion.
That night marked the beginning of a secret affair. In shadowed corners and whispered texts, you and Jay continued to defy the rules. His skilled hands and seductive promises made each encounter a heady mix of lust and defiance.
"You love breaking the rules, don’t you?" he’d tease, his voice low and confident. And despite the thrill, guilt tugged at your heart every time you heard Jungwon’s name or remembered his disapproving glance.
Yet, each illicit moment only deepened the dangerous allure—and with it, the stakes.
INEVITABLY, secrets refuse to stay hidden. One night, you slipped out of Jay’s room far later than usual. In the silent corridor, Jungwon waited—hurt, anger, and betrayal radiating from his eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he shouted, the sound of his shattered trust echoing in the hall.
Before you could plead your innocence, Jay stepped forward, his calm mask slipping for a moment.
"It’s not what you think—" But Jungwon’s cry cut him off.
"Bullshit! You knew the rules, and you knew how much I cared about her!"
In that excruciating moment, your carefully hidden world crumbled.
IN THE DAYS that followed, Jungwon’s silence was deafening while Jay maintained his comforting presence at your side, whispering apologies and tender promises. You clung to hope that love might still save you from the pain—but the truth was far more sinister.
Late one night, while scrolling through Jay’s phone, your heart pounded as a series of texts came into view:
Jay: "She fell for it—hook, line, and sinker." Jungwon: "I knew it. She’s everything we expected... Now you owe me 100 bucks."
The shock was paralyzing. With trembling hands, you confronted Jay, demanding answers. His confident façade cracked as he began to explain—a revelation that twisted every memory into betrayal.
It turned out that the torrid affair had never been purely passion. In a moment of reckless drunkenness soon after that first forbidden kiss, Jay had goaded Jungwon with a cruel challenge. Over smirks and slurred words, Jay had dared:
"Let’s see if she’ll cave to my charm. I bet you—she can’t resist me."
Jungwon, harboring secret, unspoken feelings for you and tormented by the constant reminder that you admired Jay’s allure, agonized over the situation. Torn between loyalty and his own deep-seated envy, he agreed to the bet. In his warped logic, Jungwon convinced himself that if you were so easily swayed by Jay’s dangerous magnetism, it would prove something fundamental—either that you were too fragile for the real world or that his protective love wasn’t enough. It was a gamble meant to settle his internal turmoil, even if it meant sacrificing your trust.
"I thought I was doing this for you," Jay admitted bitterly, his eyes dark with regret.
"I thought if you fell for me, it would show you that what you really need is someone who understands you—someone older, more experienced."
Jungwon’s voice was cold and hollow when he finally spoke,
"We were both wrong. I believed I was protecting you, but all I did was gamble with your heart."
In that devastating moment, the truth struck you like a thunderbolt: every stolen kiss, every whispered promise—it had all been a cruel game. Your best friend and the man you trusted to cherish you had manipulated you for a twisted wager.
Left reeling by betrayal, you stood at a crossroads with nothing but shattered trust and a burning question: What now? The weight of their deception pressed heavily on your heart, and you realized that the love you thought you knew was nothing more than a game—a game you never consented to play.
AFTER DAYS of agonizing solitude and tear-stained nights, you finally made your decision. You couldn’t allow their callous bet to define you. With trembling resolve, you chose to reclaim your story. You confronted them both—first, with Jungwon, whose eyes, once brimming with the warmth of friendship, now held only cold regret, and then with Jay, whose once irresistible charm was now laced with cruelty.
"I’m not your pawn," you declared, your voice steady despite the chaos inside. "I refuse to be the prize in your twisted game."
In that moment, you walked away—not from the passion you once craved, but from the lies that had tainted it. It was a painful liberation, a final act of reclaiming yourself. The betrayal would haunt you for a long time, but it would no longer define your future. You decided to rebuild your heart on your own terms, free from the manipulation of those who never truly cared for you.
In the aftermath of a night that shattered every illusion, you chose to rise above the betrayal. With a heavy heart and newfound strength, you stepped away from the ruins of their deception—ready to forge a future where your worth was never wagered on the callous bets of others.
could you do the rest of enha with a tall reader 🥺🩷🩷🩷
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Heeseung – "You think you can handle me, huh?"
Heeseung grins, leaning down just slightly, eyes filled with amusement. "You’re tall, sure," he murmurs, his fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you closer. "But you really think that means you can handle me?" You smirk, tilting your chin up. "I don’t think—I know." Heeseung chuckles darkly. "Cute." Then, without warning, he grabs your waist, spinning you around and pressing you against the nearest surface. "You might be tall," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear. "But I can still pin you down whenever I want." And when he presses his knee between your legs, smirking when your breath hitches? Yeah. Heeseung wins.
Jay – "Oh? You’re actually kinda perfect for me."
Jay tilts his head, scanning you up and down, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re not that short," he muses. "I kinda like this." You raise a brow. "Like what?" Jay steps closer, until his breath is warm against your skin. "The fact that you fit against me so well," he murmurs, his fingers tracing down your spine. "I don’t have to bend too much when I—" You shove him, cheeks burning. "Shut up." Jay just laughs, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. "Why?" he teases, his voice dropping. "Scared you might like it?"
Jake – "Height doesn’t change the fact that you’re still mine."
Jake grins, watching you stand next to him with that smug little expression. "Wow," you hum. "I don’t even have to look up at you." Jake raises a brow. "Oh? So that’s how it is?" You shrug, teasing. "Maybe I should be the one in charge now." Jake laughs. But then he steps forward, crowding you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. "You think height matters?" he murmurs, leaning down, breath ghosting your lips. "Because I can still make you melt in two seconds." And when his lips trail down your neck, teasing, coaxing, making you shiver? Yeah. He proves his point.
Sunghoon – "Oh? That just makes this even more fun."
Sunghoon tilts his head, scanning you up and down. "So, you’re not small," he muses. "Interesting." You smirk. "Disappointed?" Sunghoon chuckles, stepping forward. "Not at all," he murmurs, his hands sliding down your arms. "That just means I don’t have to hold back." You swallow hard. "Why so quiet now?" Sunghoon teases, his fingers curling around your waist. "I thought you liked running that mouth?" And when he pulls you against him, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze? Yeah. You’re speechless.
Sunoo – "You might be tall, but you’re still cute."
Sunoo laughs, ruffling your hair. "Wow," you grumble, swatting his hand away. "You’re not that much shorter than me." Sunoo smirks. "Yeah, but I don’t care about height. You’re still cute." You roll your eyes. "I’m not cute." Sunoo tilts his head. "Oh?" And then, before you can react, he tugs you forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath warm against your skin. "You’re right," he whispers, his fingers pressing against your lower back. "You’re adorable." And when he pulls you closer, lips hovering near yours, teasing? Yeah. Maybe you don’t mind being called cute.
Jungwon – "Doesn’t matter. I’ll still put you in your place."
Jungwon crosses his arms, watching you smugly. "So what?" you tease. "We’re practically the same height." Jungwon raises a brow. "And?" You smirk. "Means you can’t boss me around anymore." Jungwon steps forward—slow, deliberate. "Oh?" he murmurs, his fingers grazing your jaw. "You really think so?" Before you can respond, Jungwon grabs your wrist, spinning you around and pinning your arms behind your back. "Let’s get one thing straight," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "Height doesn’t mean shit when I can still put you in your place." And when his grip tightens, his breath hot against your skin? Yeah. You definitely underestimated him.
Enhypen with a virgin s/o? (Or just inexperienced) pleaseee
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Heeseung – "I’ll take my time ruining you."
Heeseung smirks, caging you against the mattress, his knee pressed between your thighs. "You’re so cute when you get nervous," he murmurs, trailing a finger down your stomach. "But don’t worry, baby—I’ll go slow." His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "Until you start begging me not to." And when he finally pushes against you, teasing, testing, taking his time drawing out every little sound from your lips? Yeah, slow isn’t going to last for long.
Jay – "I’ll teach you exactly how to please me."
Jay’s smirk deepens as he watches you squirm beneath him. "You really have no experience?" he muses, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, just barely touching where you need him. You nod, cheeks burning. Jay leans in, lips grazing your ear. "That means I get to teach you everything," he whispers. Then, without warning, he flips you onto your stomach, pressing his weight against you. "And don’t worry, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I’ll make sure you remember every single lesson."
Jake – "You don’t have to be shy with me."
Jake can feel how tense you are, the way your fingers clutch the bedsheets. "You okay, angel?" he murmurs, kissing down your jaw, hands running up your thighs. You nod, but your hesitation is obvious. Jake chuckles, flipping you onto his lap. "No need to be shy," he whispers. "Just let me make you feel good, hmm?" He takes his time, teasing, coaxing, whispering filthy praise into your ear—and when he finally gets you falling apart for him, he just smiles. "See?" he breathes. "Nothing to be nervous about."
Sunghoon – "I’ll be your first and your last."
Sunghoon grins, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. "You really haven’t done this before?" he hums, tilting his head. You shake your head, cheeks burning. His smirk widens. "Good," he murmurs. Because when he presses you into the mattress, lips dragging down your body, hands pinning your wrists above your head? It’s obvious. He plans on ruining you for anyone else.
Sunoo – "I’ll take care of you, don’t worry."
Sunoo doesn’t tease—not in a mean way, at least. Instead, he smirks as he watches you get flustered under his touch. "You’re so sensitive," he whispers, his lips brushing against your throat. "It’s cute." He keeps his pace slow, letting you adjust, guiding your hands over his body. "You don’t have to do anything," he murmurs, voice low. "Just lay back and let me take care of you." And when he finally takes you apart piece by piece, pressing kisses down your trembling body? He makes sure you know—this is only the beginning.
Jungwon – "I’ll be gentle… for now."
Jungwon watches you carefully, noting every little reaction. The way your breath hitches. The way you tense when his fingers ghost down your skin. "You really are untouched, huh?" he murmurs, his thumb stroking your jaw as he tilts your chin up. Your cheeks burn, but you nod. His lips curl into a slow, lazy smirk. "I’ll go easy on you," he says, kissing you deep. "At least the first time." And when his grip tightens, his breath hitching as he finally feels you against him? Yeah. Gentle won’t last for long.
Ni-ki – "I’ll make sure I’m the only one you ever want."
Ni-ki stills for a second when you tell him, blinking at you. Then, slowly—a smirk stretches across his lips. "So, I get to be your first?" he murmurs, tilting his head. You nod, heart pounding. "Good," he says, voice dropping. "Because I don’t plan on letting anyone else touch you." Then, in one fluid motion, he’s flipping you beneath him, caging you in, his mouth tracing along your jaw. "I’ll go slow," he teases, his hand sliding up your thigh. "For now." And when he finally takes you apart—inch by inch, teasing, torturing, making sure you only ever think of him? Yeah. You’re never going to want anyone else.
what ab their reaction to reader having more photocards of another member than them but nsfw?
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Heeseung – “You must really like testing me, huh?”
Heeseung leans against the bedpost, arms crossed as he eyes the stack of another member’s photocards in your hands. "That’s a lot of him," he muses, voice low. "Didn’t know my own girlfriend was collecting my members instead of me." You smirk, flipping through them. "Well, maybe if you gave me more, I wouldn’t have to." His jaw clenches. "That so?" Before you can react, he’s got you under him, hands pinning yours above your head. His knee presses between your legs, his breath warm against your lips. "How about I remind you who you belong to?" he murmurs, grinding his hips against yours—slow, deliberate. "And when I’m done, you won’t even remember his name."
Jay – "So, you like him more than me?"
Jay picks up the other member’s photocard, twirling it between his fingers before shooting you a look. "You’ve got, what? Seven of his? And only two of me?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "You’re just asking for trouble, sweetheart." You roll your eyes. "It’s just photocards, Jay."
"Is it?" He steps closer, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "Because I think you like getting a reaction out of me." His free hand slides down your waist, gripping just a little too tight. "Let’s see if you’re still thinking about him when I’ve got you begging for me instead."
Jake – "Oh, you’re in for it now."
Jake frowns at the stack of photocards before turning to you with a knowing smirk. "Didn’t realize I was in competition," he teases, pulling you onto his lap. "Should I be jealous?" You wrap your arms around his neck. "You? Jealous? No way."
"Mmm, yeah," he leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "Not jealous. Just motivated."
"Motivated for wha—" Before you can finish, Jake’s hand is slipping under your shirt, fingertips tracing your spine. "You wanna collect something?" His voice is lower now, rougher. "How about all the marks I’m about to leave on you instead?"
Sunghoon – "You’re joking, right?"
Sunghoon blinks at your photocards. Too many of them. Not enough of him. "Why do you have so many of him?" You shrug. "He’s photogenic." Sunghoon scoffs, tossing the card aside. "Yeah? And what am I?" You barely have a second to process before he’s grabbing your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "You wanna obsess over someone?" he murmurs, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt. "Then let me give you something worth obsessing over."
Sunoo – "I see how it is."
Sunoo gasps dramatically, holding the other member’s photocard between two fingers. "Betrayal. Right in front of my salad." You laugh. "It’s just a collection!" Sunoo hums, unconvinced. "Well, if you like looking at him so much, I guess you won’t mind if I—" he suddenly grabs your phone and straddles you, tilting your chin up with a smirk. "If I send you a little something to look at later," he finishes, clicking a picture of himself—his shirt riding up just enough to tease, his lips parted just enough to drive you insane. "See?" he grins, handing you your phone back. "Now you have something actually worth keeping."
Jungwon – "You really wanna test me, huh?"
Jungwon sighs, shaking his head as he picks up your photocard collection. "You do this on purpose, don’t you?" he murmurs, pushing you back onto the bed, his weight settling over you. You gulp. "I—"
"You want to see how I’ll react," he interrupts, eyes dark. "How far you can push me." His fingers ghost over your stomach, then lower. "Fine. Let’s play that game, then."
Ni-ki – "Oh, so you have a type?"
Ni-ki flicks through the other member’s photocards with an unreadable expression. You watch carefully, waiting for him to react. Then, out of nowhere—he shoves you onto the couch, trapping you between his arms. "You must really like teasing me," he murmurs, his leg slipping between yours. "Guess I should remind you who your actual favorite is." And when his lips crash into yours? Yeah, you don’t argue.
Could you do smt with readee and riki who’s the same age? (05) and maybe similar height to jay? I wanna send it to my friend 🤭🥺 (she’s not confident about her height but I feel like riki could make anyone feel small 🧍🏼♀️)
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Warnings: Flirty teasing, suggestive moments, oral (receiving), slight power play
"You know, most girls would love to be tall," you say, arms crossed as you glare up at Ni-ki.
He hums, pretending to think about it. "Yeah, but you’re not most girls, are you?"
You scowl. "I swear, if you say I’m short—"
Ni-ki grins, stepping just a little too close, his presence almost overwhelming. "Oh, I wasn’t gonna say that."
You narrow your eyes. "Good."
"I was gonna say…" His voice dips, teasing. "Even at your height, you still fit perfectly under me."
Your brain short-circuits.
"WHAT?"
Ni-ki laughs at your reaction, dodging the swat you aim at his chest. "What? It’s true."
"I’m literally almost your height!" you argue, pointing at the small difference between you two.
He leans in, lips curling. "Almost."
"You’re the worst," you mutter, face heating up.
"And yet—" he reaches out, fingers barely grazing your wrist before pulling you into him. His grip is firm, his voice softer now.
"You’re still smaller than me," he whispers, letting the words linger in the space between you.
The heat between you shifts.
For a second, it’s not just teasing anymore.
It’s the way his fingers brush against your skin, the way his breath ghosts against your jaw. The way his presence alone makes you feel small—even when you’re nearly his height.
Ni-ki watches your expression, smirking at your stunned silence before finally stepping back.
"You’re impossible," you grumble, trying to ignore the way your pulse is racing.
"And you love it," he says, winking as he strolls away—leaving you standing there, breathless, heart pounding, and completely flustered.
"Get back here," you grab his wrist before you even think about it.
Ni-ki pauses, turning to you with an eyebrow raised. "Oh?"
You hate how smug he looks. How he thinks he has all the control.
So, when you push him back against the nearest wall, pinning him there with a hand on his chest, you expect his smirk to falter—expect him to be surprised.
But all he does is look down at you, amused. "What are you trying to do?"
"Shut you up," you say, and before he can respond, you crash your lips against his.
Ni-ki exhales sharply through his nose—shocked, but only for a second.
Then, he flips you.
One moment, you’re in control. The next? Your back is against the wall, his thigh slipping between yours, his hands gripping your waist so tight you swear you feel bruises forming.
"Nice try," he breathes against your lips, grinding his thigh up between your legs just to hear your breath hitch. "But I’m still the one in charge here."
You want to argue. You really do.
But when he drops to his knees in front of you, pushing up your shirt with slow, deliberate hands, his mouth trailing lower and lower?
Yeah. You don’t complain.
Because even when you’re nearly his height—he still makes you feel small in the best way possible.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, friends-to-lovers tension, unprotected sex, emotional confusion
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐰.
You shouldn’t be here.
In his bed.
Underneath him.
With your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips hot against your neck, his hands gripping your hips like he never wants to let go.
𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
He always has been.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.
"Fuck," Ni-ki groans against your skin, his breath heavy, uneven. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
You do.
Because you’ve wanted it too.
Even when you shouldn’t have. Even when you tried to ignore the way his touch lingered longer than it should, the way his gaze would flicker to your lips mid-conversation.
And now?
𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩.
His mouth crashes against yours, a mix of hunger and desperation, hands sliding under your shirt—pulling it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him.
Your skin burns everywhere he touches, every brush of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Ni-ki," you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as his lips move lower, teeth scraping along your collarbone before he bites down, just hard enough to make you shiver.
He grins against your skin. "That’s my name, baby. Say it again."
𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.
But fuck, if you don’t love the way he sounds when he’s like this—low, dark, teasing.
And when he finally presses into you, stretching you open, filling you to the hilt in one deep thrust?
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.
"Shit," Ni-ki hisses, forehead resting against yours. "You feel so fucking good."
Your legs tighten around him, pulling him closer, deeper.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
And maybe—just maybe—you don’t care anymore.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
The bed is cold.
Your skin is still burning from where he touched you, lips swollen from how hard he kissed you.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.
You blink, trying to process the emptiness beside you. Your head is spinning.
Baby, i would like to ask for something inspired by a TikTok trend, "putting my boyfriend on the kitchen counter", very dom reader please 🥺❤️
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Heeseung – "Oh? You think you can handle me?"
Heeseung blinks when you suddenly grab his wrist and shove him back against the counter. A second later, he’s perched on the edge, legs spread slightly as you step between them. His lips curl into a slow smirk. "You’re getting bold, baby," he hums, amusement flickering in his darkened gaze. But when you press your palm to his chest, forcing him down further, his smirk falters just a little. "You think you can handle me?" he taunts, but his breath hitches when your hand slides up his throat, fingers tightening just enough to make him swallow. "Try me," you whisper. And for the first time, Heeseung actually listens.
Jay – "Oh, you’re really playing with fire now, baby."
Jay barely has time to react before you’re gripping his waist and hoisting him onto the kitchen counter. He exhales sharply, blinking down at you in surprise. Then? He grins. "You’re really playing with fire now, baby," he murmurs, tilting his head. But you don’t give him time to recover—you step between his legs, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at you. "I don’t play," you whisper. Jay’s cocky smirk falters for half a second. Then, he licks his lips, eyes darkening. "Prove it."
Jake – "Baby, what are you—oh, fuck."
Jake yelps when you suddenly lift him onto the counter, pushing his back against the cabinets. His eyes are wide, breath slightly uneven as he grips the edge for balance. "Baby, what are you—" You step between his legs, gripping his thighs, spreading them apart. Jake inhales sharply. "Oh… fuck," he mutters, blinking down at you, cheeks dusted pink. "You good?" you smirk, tilting your head. Jake exhales shakily, nodding a little too quickly. "Yeah," he breathes, voice slightly unsteady. "Yeah, I’m good." But when your hands slide further up his thighs—dangerously slow—his fingers tighten around the counter’s edge. "Fuck," he whispers again.
Sunghoon – "What the hell—"
Sunghoon’s eyebrows shoot up the moment you grab him and lift him onto the counter, pressing between his legs. "The hell do you think you’re doing?" he scoffs, glaring down at you. You smirk, hands gripping his thighs, keeping him in place. "Putting you where you belong," you hum. Sunghoon opens his mouth to argue—but stops when your hand slides up his chest, resting lightly on his throat. His breath stutters. You tilt your head. "Something wrong, baby?" Sunghoon clenches his jaw. "…No," he mutters. But his thighs tense under your grip. Yeah. That’s what you thought.
Sunoo – "Oh, you’re stronger than you look."
Sunoo gasps when you suddenly lift him onto the counter, gripping his waist, pressing between his legs. He blinks down at you, lips parting slightly. "Oh?" he breathes. "You’re stronger than you look." You smirk, fingers trailing up his sides, lightly squeezing his thighs. "I could say the same about you," you hum. Sunoo lets out a soft, breathy laugh—but it quickly cuts off when you lean in, lips brushing against his ear. "You gonna behave for me, baby?" Sunoo bites his lip, shifting slightly. "Guess that depends," he murmurs, voice dropping. You raise a brow. "On what?" He grins. "How well you handle me."
Jungwon – "You’re awfully bold tonight, baby."
Jungwon inhales sharply when you suddenly push him onto the counter, stepping between his thighs. His hands grip the edge instinctively. "You’re awfully bold tonight," he murmurs, tilting his head. But you just smirk, fingers trailing up his chest. "You like it," you hum. Jungwon exhales slowly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "And what if I do?" he muses. You lean in, lips grazing his jaw. "Then I’ll make sure you remember it." Jungwon chuckles—soft, low, dangerous. "Show me, then."
Niki – "What the fuck—"
Niki lets out a startled grunt when you suddenly grab him, lifting him onto the counter with ease. His eyes widen, hands gripping the edge for balance. "What the fuck," he mutters, blinking at you. You smirk, stepping between his legs, gripping his thighs. "Problem?" Niki stares at you for a second. Then? He grins. "Didn’t know you had it in you," he hums, tilting his head. You squeeze his thighs, leaning in until your lips hover over his. "You don’t know a lot of things, baby," you murmur. Niki laughs, low and amused. "Guess it’s time for me to learn."
since you posted enhypen being older than you, what about like "you being older than enhypen"? cause my friend (who's a huge engene btw) gave me info that heeseung and jake (and maybe jay idk) LOVES older women and i haven't been the same since then (and we all know that heeseung is a major flirt like come on)
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Heeseung – "You like that I’m younger, don’t you?"
Heeseung doesn’t even flinch when you bring up the age gap. If anything, it fuels his ego. "You keep mentioning it," he muses, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly. "But let’s be real—you like that I’m younger, don’t you?" His hands wander, teasing, deliberate, as his lips graze your ear. "Bet it makes you feel a little guilty," he chuckles, voice dripping with amusement. And when he finally has you beneath him, breath hitching as he presses you deeper into the mattress? "You’re not fooling anyone, baby," he smirks, lips brushing against your throat. "You love it, and so do i."
Jay – "You think I’m just some kid?"
Jay doesn’t appreciate the teasing—especially if you joke about his age. He’ll do anything to prove that he’s more than capable of being the man you need. "Call me a baby one more time, and I’ll make you regret it." He’s all about proving himself, so if you so much as hint that he’s inexperienced? He’ll shut you up real quick—whether it’s with his hands, his mouth, or his body pressed up against yours. "Still think I’m too young, baby? ‘Cause you sure weren’t complaining last night."
Jake – "That just means I get to call you noona, right?"
Menace. Absolute menace. The second he realizes you’re older, he’s using it to fluster you. "Noona~" he purrs, dragging out the word just to watch you squirm. He’s all sweet smiles and teasing touches—until you finally snap and tell him to stop. Then his grin turns downright wolfish. "Oh? But I thought you liked being in charge?" His voice dips, fingers trailing down your spine. "Or do you want me to remind you who’s really in control?"
Sunghoon – "Doesn’t change anything."
Sunghoon doesn’t make a big deal out of it—until you do. Then he uses it against you. "So? You think that means I’m any less of a man?" His voice is low, challenging. He might be younger, but he refuses to let you treat him like he’s inexperienced. He’ll kiss you slow and deep, hands gripping your waist tightly. "You can tease me all you want, but at the end of the day, you still melt for me." And when he’s got you breathless and begging? "That’s what I thought."
Sunoo – "That means you should be taking care of me!"
Sunoo milks the age gap for all it’s worth—expect endless pouting and playful manipulation. "I’m younger, so you should be pampering me, duh." He crosses his arms, pretending to be upset just to see if you’ll cave. But the second you kiss him, all that bratty energy turns into something else entirely. "Wait—do that again." And when you do? Yeah, now he’s in charge.
Jungwon – "You should be careful how you talk to me."
Just because he’s younger doesn’t mean you’re the one in control. If anything, Jungwon enjoys flipping the dynamic entirely. "You keep acting like you’re the mature one, but we both know who’s really in charge here." His voice is calm, but his grip on your chin isn’t. He loves the little power struggles, the way you pretend to have the upper hand—until he’s got you right where he wants you. "Now be good for me and let your younger boyfriend take care of you."
Ni-ki – "Aren’t you ashamed, going after someone younger?"
Menace². He never lets you live it down, no matter what. "Wow, you really couldn’t find someone your own age?" He smirks, dodging the pillow you throw at him. He loves getting under your skin, making you second-guess yourself—until you finally snap. And when you do? That’s when he changes completely. His teasing smile fades, and he steps closer, voice dropping. "Nah, don’t back down now. You started this." – "Aren’t you ashamed, going after someone younger?"
Reaction to significant other saying "its not that big" ?
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Heeseung – "Oh, you’re really asking for it now."
Heeseung raises a brow, mocking amusement dancing in his eyes. "Not too big, huh?" His voice is smooth, teasing—but you don’t miss the dark glint in his gaze. "You sure you wanna say that, baby?" He doesn’t even wait for a response before grabbing your thighs, pulling you closer, pressing his cock even deeper inside you. Your breath catches, fingers clawing at his shoulders. "Still think it’s not big enough?" he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. And when you can’t answer—when you can’t even breathe properly because of how deep he’s hitting—he chuckles. "That’s what I thought."
Jay – "Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby."
Jay smirks, tilting his head. You can see the challenge in his eyes. "You’re really gonna sit there and lie to me like that?" His fingers tighten around your hips before he thrusts up, slow but deep, filling you in one smooth motion. Your body jerks, and a breathy moan spills past your lips. Jay just chuckles. "What was that?" he taunts. "Didn’t sound like something a girl who thinks I’m ‘not too big’ would say." His pace picks up, rough and deliberate, dragging out every inch just to slam back in. "Come on, baby," he grins, kissing your jaw, biting your neck. "Say it again."
Jake – "That’s cute. Let’s test that theory."
Jake lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Not too big?" he repeats, eyes narrowing playfully. "Alright then," he smirks, flipping you over onto your stomach. "Guess that means you can take all of it, huh?" Before you can react, he presses his chest against your back, sinking in deeper, pushing your legs apart until there’s no space left between you. You gasp, hands fisting the sheets. Jake just kisses your shoulder, mockingly sweet.
"You said it wasn’t too big," he whispers, rolling his hips, grinding against you. "Don’t tell me you were lying, baby."
Sunghoon – "Oh? We’ll see about that."
Sunghoon scoffs, running a hand through his hair, clearly amused but also a little offended. "Not too big?" he repeats, like he’s actually considering it. "Alright, baby. Let’s see if you can handle it then." Without warning, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, driving himself even deeper, stretching you open in a way that has you gasping. His lips curl into a smirk. "Yeah?" he taunts, watching the way your body shakes beneath him. "Still not big enough for you?" He picks up the pace, sharp and punishing, each thrust sending you higher and higher. You don’t even realize you’re moaning his name until he leans in, voice dripping with arrogance— "That’s what I thought."
Sunoo – "Aw, that’s adorable. Let’s fix that."
Sunoo quirks a brow, his lips curling into a sweet but dangerous smile. "Not too big?" he hums, tilting his head. "Then I guess I haven’t fucked you properly yet." His hands slide down your waist, gripping hard enough to make you gasp. Then, without warning—he slams into you, the sudden stretch stealing the breath from your lungs. "Shhh," he coos, mockingly soft. "You said it wasn’t too big, remember?" His fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he picks up the pace. "Let’s see if you’re still saying that by the time I’m done with you, baby."
Jungwon – "Oh, baby. That was the wrong thing to say."
Jungwon clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Not too big?" he repeats, mock disappointment in his tone. "Alright," he breathes, leaning down, kissing the corner of your lips. "I’ll make sure you feel it then." His grip tightens around your waist before he pulls out slowly—almost too slow—then slams back in with one deep thrust. Your body arches off the bed, a gasp catching in your throat. Jungwon just chuckles, watching the way you squirm beneath him. "That’s better," he smirks. "Now, be a good girl and take it."
Ni-ki – "Oh, you’re so cute when you talk shit."
Ni-ki raises a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Not too big?" he echoes. "Bet." Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s manhandling you, pushing you onto all fours, gripping your hips as he rams into you in one deep thrust. Your arms give out instantly, face pressing into the pillows as a strangled moan rips from your throat. Niki laughs, low and cocky.
"Aw, what’s wrong?" he teases, rolling his hips slowly, grinding against your sweet spot. "You were talking real big just a second ago." His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back so he can murmur against your ear. "Still think I’m not big enough, baby?"
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