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🪷 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ✶ enha members reaction to you initiating cockwarming with them

◟✿ 𝓜𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─── enhypen x reader ⋆ 🐰 🩰 🏹𓂂 ˳ׄ 💡

◟✿ forewarning ˒ strong language, praise kink, dirty talk, possessiveness, teasing, hickeys, cockwarming, penetration, vaginal sex, fingering, kissing, orgasms, nipple play, size kink, unprotected sex

◟✿ heesung ˒ The dorm was wrapped in that late night hush, the kind that only came after long practices and schedules that stretched into the early hours. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant city sounds filtering through the window. Heeseung had just showered, towel still draped around his neck, droplets of water tracing lazy paths down his toned chest and abs as he stepped into the bedroom. His hair was damp, messy in that effortlessly sexy way, and he wore nothing but loose black sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

You were already in his bed, wearing only his favorite oversized black shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The moment he closed the door behind him, you moved.You rose to your knees, caught his wrist, and pulled him down onto the mattress with you. Heeseung let out a soft, surprised chuckle, his deep voice rumbling.“Missed me that bad, baby?” he murmured, settling back against the pillows as you climbed over him.

But you didn’t answer with words. Instead, your hand slipped into his sweatpants, wrapping around his half hard length. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second as you stroked him slowly to full hardness. Within moments he was thick and heavy in your palm, veins pulsing under your fingers. You pushed his waistband down just enough, positioned yourself over him, and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Heeseung’s cock stretched you open, filling you completely until your ass rested against his thighs, every inch buried deep inside your warm, wet heat. No thrusts no bouncing just staying perfectly still with him sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck—” Heeseung’s voice broke into a low groan, his hands flying to your hips instantly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to ground himself. His eyes widened, dark and intense, locking onto yours with that signature leader intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath already ragged. “Y/N you’re so fucking warm so tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint wet sound of your bodies adjusting to each other. Heeseung’s cock twitched hard inside you, thickening even more at the sudden enveloping heat. You could feel every ridge, every vein, the way his pulse beat steadily against your inner walls. Your own pussy fluttered involuntarily around him, clenching and releasing in little pulses that made his jaw tighten.

Heeseung’s hands slid up under the shirt you wore his shirt—tracing the curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. “You initiating this?” he whispered, voice dropping into that dangerously low register that always sent shivers down your spine. A slow, predatory smirk tugged at his lips, the one that made fans scream and made your stomach twist with want. “No warning, just sliding down on my cock like you own it my greedy girl I love it.”

He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, your nipples hardening against him through the thin fabric. His lips found your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently at your pulse point. Every tiny shift of your body caused delicious friction—his cock nudging deeper without any real thrusting. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale against your skin.

“Stay still like this for me,” he murmured, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “I want to feel everything how wet you’re getting how you’re squeezing me.” He flexed his hips in the tiniest circle, barely perceptible, but enough to make you both gasp. “Shit, you feel incredible like velvet fire around my cock.”

Minutes stretched out. Heeseung was always patient in moments like this teasing, savoring, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on torture. He kept you locked in place with strong arms, his body heat mingling with yours. His free hand roamed lazily: squeezing your ass, tracing your spine, rolling a nipple between his fingers until you whimpered softly. Each sound you made earned you a deep, appreciative groan from him.

“You’re dripping down my balls already,” he observed in that husky tone, voice vibrating against your ear. He reached between your bodies just enough to feel where you were joined, collecting some of your slick on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he licked them clean. “Taste so sweet for me all this just from having me inside you?”

The praise made you clench harder around him. Heeseung’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. “That’s it keep doing that. Milk my cock while we stay like this.” His restraint was impressive, but you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles—the way his thighs trembled slightly beneath you, the constant subtle twitches of his length buried deep.

He kissed you then—slow, deep, and filthy. His tongue slid against yours in the same unhurried rhythm he used when he wanted to drive you crazy. One hand stayed on your hip, holding you down firmly so you couldn’t ride him even if you tried. The other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips for a second.

“I’ve thought about this,” he confessed quietly, forehead pressed to yours. “Coming home and having you warm my cock while we talk about our day feeling you pulse around me for hours.” His voice was pure velvet. “You’re perfect so fucking perfect for me.”

Time blurred ten minutes fifteen twenty. Heeseung kept up the intimate conversation, whispering filthy observations mixed with sweet nothings. How your walls fluttered when he praised you. How he could feel you getting wetter with every passing second. How much he loved being this connected, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Occasionally he’d roll his hips in minute movements just enough to grind against that sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Sweat began to bead on his chest where your bodies pressed together. Heeseung’s eyes were half lidded, dark with lust, but there was also that soft affection he reserved only for you the way he stroked your cheek with his thumb, the gentle kisses he pressed to your temple.

“You’re shaking,” he noted with a soft laugh, the sound low and affectionate. “Am I that deep, baby? Filling you up so good you can’t even think?” He flexed again, deliberately this time, making his cock jump inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Heeseung’s smirk widened. “Good girl let me hear you.”

The tension built unbearably. Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but he kept you pinned, savoring the slow burn. Heeseung’s breathing was ragged now, control fraying at the edges. His hands gripped you tighter, almost bruising.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay still,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good so hot and tight sucking me in like you never want me to leave.” He kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust upward, pushing him impossibly deeper.

You clenched hard in response, and Heeseung groaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck, do that again.” When you did, his resolve cracked. He rolled you both suddenly, still connected, pinning you beneath his larger frame without ever pulling out. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, elbows braced on either side of your head. His damp hair fell forward, framing his handsome face. “I need to move now need to fuck you properly after feeling you warm me for so long.”

What followed was intense. Heeseung started with slow, deep thrusts pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along his length before sliding back home. Each stroke was deliberate, savoring the glide. His pace gradually increased, hips snapping with controlled power. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with his low grunts and your moans.

“You started this,” he panted against your neck, biting down gently. “Taking my cock like that the second I walked in such a naughty girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in tight spirals. “Come for me while I’m inside you want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard, walls spasming violently around him. Heeseung cursed, burying his face in your shoulder as he fucked you through it, prolonging the pleasure. His own release followed soon after deep, powerful thrusts that pushed him to the hilt as he spilled inside you, groaning your name in that beautiful, wrecked voice.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull out immediately. Heeseung stayed buried deep, collapsing half on top of you with his weight comforting rather than crushing. He pressed soft kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, whispering praises.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I love when you take control like that. Love feeling so close to you.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you both came down, still intimately connected. The afterglow stretched long, warm, and full of quiet affection.

Heeseung eventually shifted to lie on his side, pulling you with him so you stayed spooned together, his cock softening but still nestled inside you. “We’re sleeping like this tonight,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling.”

The room grew quiet again, filled only with your synced breathing and the occasional soft kiss. Heeseung held you like you were the most precious thing in his world leader, lover, and the man who had just been completely undone by your bold initiation.

◟✿ jay ˒ The living room in the dorm was dimly lit, the only light coming from the large TV screen paused on Jay’s game. The rest of the members had gone to bed or out, leaving the space quiet except for the low hum of the city outside and the occasional click of the controller. Jay was sprawled on the wide couch in black sweatpants and a loose white tee, one arm draped over the backrest, looking effortlessly handsome with his sharp jawline and focused dark eyes. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it during the match.

You had been watching him from the doorway for a few minutes, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight of his relaxed posture and the way the fabric of his sweats outlined his thighs. Without warning, you crossed the room, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Jay’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a small smirk already forming on his lips.

“Hey, what’s—?” he started, but the words died when your hand slipped inside his waistband, pulling his cock free. He was already half hard from the way you’d been looking at him earlier. You stroked him firmly a few times until he was fully erect thick, veined, and heavy in your grip then positioned yourself and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Jay’s cock stretched you open deliciously, filling every inch until you were seated flush against him, his length buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet cunt. No movement just pure cockwarming.

“Shit—!” Jay’s head slammed back against the couch cushions, a sharp groan tearing from his throat. His hands shot to your waist instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. His eyes flew open wide, dark and blown with lust as he stared at you in shock and raw hunger. “Y/N… fuck, you just— you took me all the way in like that?”

His voice was rough, that slight American accent thickening with arousal. For several long seconds, he didn’t move, simply breathing through the overwhelming sensation of your walls enveloping him completely—hot, slick, and pulsing around his cock. You could feel him twitch and swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing firmly against your deepest point.

Jay let out a shaky, impressed laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly under you. “Bold as hell initiating cockwarming right in the middle of my game? You’re something else, princess.” His hands slid down to grip your ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh as he adjusted his posture slightly, spreading his thighs wider so you sank even deeper. The new angle made both of you moan softly.

He looked down between your joined bodies where you were connected, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to your face. “You’re so fucking wet already. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” Jay’s voice dropped lower, husky and teasing. One hand slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt you wore his shirt again and traced up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “No warning just sliding that pretty pussy down on my cock and staying there. You missed me that much huh ?”

You stayed perfectly still, savoring the intimate fullness. Jay’s cock throbbed steadily inside you, matching his quickened heartbeat. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, his lips finding yours in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned filthy. His tongue explored your mouth with the same controlled intensity he brought to everything precise, overwhelming, leaving you breathless.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “We’re doing this properly then,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin. “Stay right there don’t move.” His restraint was impressive he didn’t thrust up into you despite the obvious need. Instead, he focused on the connection, rolling his hips in tiny, lazy circles that created the barest friction enough to make your walls flutter around him without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

“God, you feel incredible,” Jay whispered, lips brushing your ear. “So warm and tight… like you were made to warm my cock like this.” His hands roamed everywhere cupping your breasts through the shirt, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you whimpered. He pinched lightly, drawing a gasp from you that made his cock jump inside your heat. “That’s it squeeze me just like that I want to feel every little pulse.”

The minutes stretched deliciously. Jay was vocal, whispering a constant stream of praise and filth in that low, accented tone that always melted you. “You’re getting wetter every second. Soaking my sweats already.” He reached between you, fingers grazing where you were stretched around him, collecting your slick before bringing it to your lips. “Taste how much you want this.” His eyes darkened as you sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while staying buried deep. Every tiny shift of your body earned a quiet curse from him. “Fuck, princess you’re clenching so hard. Trying to pull me even deeper?” Jay’s self-control was fraying at the edges you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs flexed under you but he held you firmly in place, one arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed between kisses, voice rough. “Practice was long, but coming home to this? You sinking down on me and keeping me warm best surprise ever.” He flexed deliberately, making his cock nudge against that sensitive spot inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Jay smirked against your neck. “Sensitive there, huh? Good. I want you aching for me while we stay like this.”

Fifteen minutes passed twenty. Jay kept the slow burn going, alternating between deep kisses and soft, affectionate ones. His hands never stopped moving—stroking your back, squeezing your thighs, occasionally tilting your hips just enough to grind subtly. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, his white tee clinging slightly to his chest. The room felt hotter, thicker with tension.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, pulling back to look at you with those intense eyes. A cocky, affectionate smile tugged at his lips. “Am I too big like this? Stretching you so full you can’t think straight?” He rolled his hips again in that maddeningly small motion. “I could stay buried in you for hours. Just feeling how perfect you are around me.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, desperate for more friction, but Jay kept you pinned, drawing out the anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, control slipping. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good. Hot, wet, squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave.”

He kissed you harder then, more desperate, tongue sliding against yours as his hips gave a small involuntary thrust. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, making you both groan loudly. Jay’s hands gripped your ass tighter. “Fuck it,” he growled softly.

In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch without pulling out, his body covering yours. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jay braced himself on his elbows, staring down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. His damp hair fell forward as he started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along every inch before sliding back home. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies meeting filled the living room.

“You started this,” Jay panted, snapping his hips harder. “Taking my cock the second you wanted it such a greedy princess.” One hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart while I’m still so deep inside you.”

The pleasure built fast and intense. Your orgasm crashed over you, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Jay cursed loudly, fucking you through it with powerful, controlled strokes. “That’s it—fuck, just like that. So good for me.”

His own release followed soon after. Jay buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural groan of your name. You felt every pulse, every spurt of warmth filling you.

Afterwards, Jay didn’t pull out right away. He collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you, and pressed soft, lazy kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Love when you take what you want like that.”

He stayed nestled inside you as he shifted you both to a more comfortable position on the couch, spooning you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your thigh. “We’re staying like this for a while longer,” he decided with a lazy, content smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling yet.”

The TV remained paused and forgotten. Jay nuzzled into your neck, whispering sweet nothings mixed with more praise as the afterglow settled over both of you—warm, intimate, and full of quiet affection. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he made no move to separate, content to keep you connected as long as possible.

◟✿ jake ˒ The bedroom was softly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets. Jake had just returned from a late dance practice, his body tired but still buzzing with leftover energy. He was lying on his back in bed, shirtless in just a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, one arm slung over his eyes as he tried to unwind. His messy brown hair was damp with sweat, and his toned abs rose and fell with steady breaths. The faint scent of his body wash—clean and slightly citrusy lingered in the air.

You had been waiting for him, heart racing with anticipation. The moment he settled in, you moved quietly, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap without a word. Jake stirred, lifting his arm with a sleepy, affectionate smile. “Hey, baby missed y—”

The words cut off in a sharp inhale as your hand slipped into his sweatpants, freeing his cock. He was already semi hard from the casual closeness, and a few strokes had him fully erect thick, long, and flushed. You positioned yourself over him and sank down slowly but deliberately, taking every inch until your hips met his and his cock was buried completely inside your tight, welcoming cunt.

Jake’s eyes flew open wide, a mix of shock and instant pleasure flashing across his handsome face. “Oh my god—babe!” His voice cracked beautifully, that bright Australian accent thickening with arousal. His hands shot to your thighs instantly, fingers gripping the soft flesh as his back arched slightly off the bed. “Fuck… you’re so warm so fucking warm and tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, he just stared up at you, lips parted, chest heaving. A bright blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks, but his eyes sparkled with pure lust and adoration. His cock twitched hard inside you, swelling even thicker as your walls fluttered and adjusted to his size. You could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing against your inner walls, the head pressed deep.

Jake let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, the sound warm and husky. “You just… slid down on me like that? No warning, nothing?” He bit his lip, eyes darkening as he looked down to where your bodies were joined. “Jesus, princess…you feel incredible like heaven. I love when you surprise me like this.”

His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, pulling you down flush against him so your chests pressed together. The oversized shirt you wore his, of course rode up, and he slipped his hands underneath, palms warm and slightly calloused from practice as they roamed your bare skin. “Stay like this,” he whispered, voice already rough. “Don’t move yet. I want to feel all of you every little squeeze.”

Jake was affectionate even in the filthiest moments. He pulled you into a deep kiss slow and sweet at first, full of that warmth, then growing more heated as his tongue tangled with yours. His hips gave one tiny, involuntary roll, nudging deeper without breaking the stillness. The sensation drew matching gasps from both of you.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured against your lips, forehead resting against yours. “I can feel it. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? My sweet girl initiating cockwarming the second I get home.” His smile was bright and playful, but his voice carried that low, needy edge. One hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair while the other squeezed your ass possessively, holding you in place.

He stayed perfectly still for long minutes, savoring the intimate connection. His cock throbbed steadily inside your heat, and every time your walls clenched around him whether from pleasure or on purpose he let out a soft, wrecked groan. “That’s it… just like that keep pulsing around me. Feels so good, baby.”

Jake’s hands never stopped moving gentle but exploratory. He traced your spine under the shirt, cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers until they pebbled. He kissed everywhere he could reach your lips, your jaw, the sensitive spot beneath your ear, your collarbone. Between kisses, he whispered constant praise in that addictive accent.

“You’re so perfect for me. So tight and hot like you were made to warm my cock.” He flexed deliberately inside you, making his length jump and nudge that sweet spot. The tiny movement sent sparks through both of you. “Mmm, hear that little whimper? I love it love how full you feel with me inside.”

The cockwarming stretched on Jake’s usual playful energy mixed with deepening desire. Sweat began to glisten on his chest where your bodies were pressed together. His breathing grew heavier, but he held you firmly, refusing to let you ride him yet. “Not yet,” he’d murmur with a teasing grin whenever you shifted. “I want to enjoy this a little longer. Just feeling you around me… so wet and snug.”

He reached between your bodies once, fingers grazing your stretched folds where you took him so deeply. Collecting some of your slick, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time. “Tastes so sweet all this because my cock is buried in you? God, I’m lucky.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but Jake kept the slow burn alive. He rolled his hips in maddeningly small circles barely any movement, but enough to grind subtly and keep the pleasure building. “You’re shaking already,” he observed softly, affection clear in his voice. “Am I that deep, baby? Stretching you so good you’re trembling on top of me?”

The tension coiled tighter. Jake’s control was fraying despite his sweet demeanor. His thighs tensed beneath you, abs flexing as he fought the urge to thrust. “I don’t think I can stay still much longer,” he admitted, voice strained and husky. “You feel too fucking amazing. Hot, wet, squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.”

He kissed you desperately then, tongue sliding deep as his hips gave a small involuntary buck. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing loud moans from both of you. Jake’s hands gripped your hips tighter. “Fuck… okay, I need you.”

In one smooth motion, he rolled you both over without pulling out, settling on top while staying fully sheathed. The new position let gravity press him even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jake braced himself on his elbows, messy hair falling forward as he looked down at you with bright, lust-filled eyes and that heart-melting smile.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he whispered, starting to move slow, deep thrusts at first. He pulled back just enough for your walls to drag along his length before sliding home again, the wet sounds of your connection filling the quiet room. His pace was enthusiastic and passionate, exactly like Jake—full of energy and focus on your pleasure.

“You started this,” he panted, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “Climbing on me and taking my cock so perfectly such a good girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing perfect, tight circles in time with his strokes. “Come for me while I’m this deep. Want to feel you milking my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard and fast, walls spasming violently around his thick cock. Jake groaned loudly, the sound raw and beautiful as he fucked you through it, hips snapping with controlled power. “Yes—fuck, just like that. So tight, baby so perfect.”

His own climax followed soon after. Jake buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a long, throaty moan of your name. You felt every pulse, every warm spurt filling you as he trembled above you.

Afterwards, Jake didn’t pull out. He collapsed gently on top of you, careful with his weight, and buried his face in your neck. Soft, lazy kisses peppered your skin your shoulder, your jaw, your lips. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse and full of affection. “I love when you take initiative like that feeling you warm me… best way to end the night.”

He shifted carefully, pulling you with him so you were spooned against his chest, his cock still nestled softly inside you. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand gently stroking your thigh and hip. “We’re staying like this,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied grin, nuzzling into your hair. “Don’t want to lose this closeness yet feels too good to let go”

The room fell into comfortable quiet, filled with your synced breathing and occasional soft whispers. Jake pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck, murmuring how much he loved you, how perfect you felt, how he could stay connected like this forever. His body heat enveloped you, the afterglow warm and lingering as you both drifted toward sleep intimately joined, content, and utterly satisfied.

◟✿ sunghoon ˒ The dorm’s private gym corner in the basement level was quiet and dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single overhead LED strip that cast cool, bluish tones across the mirrored walls. Sunghoon had stayed back after the others left, working on his core strength and flexibility routines that kept his figure skating precision sharp even in idol life. Sweat glistened on his skin, his black tank top clinging to his lean, sculpted torso and his loose training shorts riding low on his narrow hips. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, and his sharp jaw was set in concentration as he finished a set of planks, breathing controlled and steady.

You had slipped down quietly to find him, drawn by the low sounds of his exertion. The air smelled of clean sweat and the faint citrus of his post workout spray. Without announcing yourself, you waited until he rolled onto his back to stretch his hip flexors, legs bent and slightly apart. That was your moment. You moved swiftly, straddling his waist and tugging his shorts and briefs down just enough to free his cock.

Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open, dark and intense, as your hand stroked him quickly to full hardness long, thick, and curving slightly upward. Before he could form a question, you lined him up and sank down in one fluid, deliberate glide, enveloping every inch until you were fully seated, your ass flush against his pelvis. His cock was buried to the hilt inside your slick heat.

A sharp hiss escaped Sunghoon’s lips, his hands instinctively flying to your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin. His usual cool, princely composure shattered in an instant. “Y/N—” His voice came out strained, lower than usual, almost a growl. His eyes widened, pupils dilating rapidly as the overwhelming sensation hit him your walls hugging him so tightly, so warmly, pulsing around his length without any movement.

He stayed frozen beneath you for several heartbeats, chest heaving, abs contracting visibly under the tank top. The position him on his back on the cool gym mat, you perched perfectly on his cock made everything feel impossibly deep. “You… you really just took me like that? Right here?” Surprise laced his tone, but it quickly melted into dark arousal. A faint blush colored his sharp cheekbones, contrasting his typically icy visuals.

Sunghoon’s hands trembled slightly as they gripped you, holding you down so neither of you could shift. His cock throbbed powerfully inside your pussy, swelling thicker at the sudden intimate embrace. You could feel every ridge, the subtle curve pressing against your front wall, his heartbeat pulsing through the vein along his shaft. The mirrored walls around you reflected the scene back endlessly your bodies joined, his long legs stretched out beneath you.

“Fuck… you’re burning hot around me,” he whispered, voice husky and amazed. He licked his lips, gaze dropping to where you were stretched so obscenely around him. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing the hem of your thin dress higher, exposing more skin. “No prep, no talking… just sinking onto my cock after my workout so fucking bold tonight.”

Sunghoon didn’t immediately pull you down for kisses. He was more visual, more sensory. He kept you upright on him, eyes roaming your body as he adjusted his breathing. His fingers traced slow patterns on your thighs, then higher, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your clit without touching. The stillness amplified everything the faint twitch of his cock, the way your walls fluttered in response, the shared heat building between your connected bodies.

“Stay exactly like this,” he commanded softly, that deep, velvety tone sending shivers through you. He flexed his hips in the tiniest upward tilt, barely noticeable but enough to nudge deeper, drawing a gasp from both of you. “I want to feel how wet you get just from holding me inside. Look at the mirror.” He nodded toward the wall. “Watch how perfectly you take me.”

You both turned your heads. The reflection was erotic Sunghoon’s lean, powerful body beneath you, sweat making his skin glow, his cock disappearing into your body. He groaned low at the sight, his free hand reaching to squeeze your ass, spreading you slightly for a better view. “So tight gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Minutes passed in charged silence broken only by soft breaths. Sunghoon was masterful at restraint years of skating discipline showing in how he held perfectly still while his body screamed for friction. But he wasn’t silent. He murmured observations in that precise, low voice, each word dripping with lust.

“Your pussy is dripping down my shaft already. I can feel it coating my balls.” He shifted one leg slightly, bending his knee to change the angle just enough to press against a new spot inside you. The subtle movement made you clench hard. Sunghoon’s head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as he swallowed thickly. “Again do that again.”

You obeyed, and he rewarded you with a rare, devastating smile half smirk, half genuine pleasure. His hands moved with purpose now one staying on your hip to anchor you, the other slipping under your dress to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between cool fingers. “Sensitive tonight. Everything feels heightened because we’re not moving, doesn’t it?” He pinched lightly, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every reaction.

The cockwarming dragged on deliciously. Sweat from his workout mixed with new beads of arousal on his skin. The gym mat stuck slightly to his back, but he didn’t care. Sunghoon’s usual aloofness cracked further with every passing second his breathing grew ragged, and his thighs tensed beneath you like coiled springs.

“You’re so warm and slick it’s driving me insane,” he confessed, voice breaking into a whisper. He reached up, pulling you down until your chests met, but still no real thrusting. Instead, he wrapped both arms around your waist, holding you impossibly close. His lips finally found your neck—not soft kisses, but deliberate, sucking bites that would leave faint marks. “I train for hours to stay controlled, but you come in here and undo all of it in seconds.”

He guided your head to his shoulder, letting you feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek while his cock continued its constant, throbbing presence inside you. Every tiny involuntary clench from you earned a quiet curse or a sharp inhale. Sunghoon’s hand trailed down your back, fingers dancing along your spine before gripping your ass again, spreading you wider in the reflection.

“Look how deep I am,” he murmured, voice dark. “You’re taking all of me so well my perfect girl.” The praise was sparse but potent, delivered in that intensity. He flexed again, this time holding the tension longer, letting his curved tip grind subtly against your g-spot without pulling out. The pressure built unbearably, your clit aching where it pressed against his pelvis.

Your whimpers grew louder. Sunghoon’s control finally frayed. “I can’t… I need to feel more.” In a swift, powerful move, he rolled you both sideways on the mat, keeping his cock fully sheathed. Now on your sides facing each other, legs tangled, he hooked one of your thighs over his hip. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, his body curving into yours.

Sunghoon stared into your eyes, foreheads nearly touching. “You initiated this. Now take what comes next.” He began moving—slow, rolling thrusts that never fully withdrew, keeping the connection intimate and constant. Each stroke was precise, controlled, hitting every sensitive spot with skater-like grace and power. The wet, slick sounds echoed softly in the empty gym space.

His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, expert circles. “Come on my cock,” he demanded quietly, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I’m this deep.” The intensity built fast his lean muscles flexing, hips snapping with increasing force while still somehow maintaining that connected depth.

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls convulsing hard around his thick length. Sunghoon groaned, deep and guttural, fucking you through the waves with focused thrusts. “Yes… just like that so good—fuck.” His own release followed moments later. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, warm pulses filling you while he held you tight against him.

Afterwards, Sunghoon stayed inside, not pulling out. He rolled onto his back again, bringing you on top once more, his arms wrapped securely around you. His breathing slowed gradually, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. The cool gym air contrasted with your heated bodies.

“That was unexpected,” he said softly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. His voice regained some of its usual calm, but affection warmed it. “I like when you catch me off guard. Makes me feel alive.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, then your lips lingering and tender.

He didn’t move to separate. Instead, he reached for a nearby towel, draping it over your joined lower bodies casually. “We’ll stay like this until I say otherwise. I’m not ready to lose how warm you feel yet.” His hand stroked your hair, the other resting possessively on your ass, keeping you pinned.

The mirrors reflected your entwined forms in the low light. Sunghoon’s usual aura softened into quiet intimacy. He whispered occasional praises how perfect you felt, how he’d think about this during his next practice while his cock softened slowly inside you, still nestled comfortably. The afterglow stretched long, the gym quiet except for your breathing, creating a private world just for the two of you.

Eventually, he helped you up carefully, still connected, and carried you toward the elevator back to the main dorm levels, your legs wrapped around him. “Shower together later?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow, already planning to extend the closeness.

◟✿ sunoo ˒ The soft glow of string lights wrapped around the headboard filled Sunoo’s room with a warm, pinkish hue, creating a cozy, almost dreamy atmosphere. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the dorm had settled into silence after a long day of rehearsals. Sunoo had been unwinding in his favorite way sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed, a fluffy blanket draped over his lap, humming softly to himself while applying a sheet mask to his face. His skin was dewy from the recent cleanse, and he wore a loose white tank top paired with soft black shorts that rode up his thighs. His hair was slightly tousled, falling cutely over his forehead, and his expressive eyes sparkled with that signature Sunoo brightness even as he relaxed.

You entered quietly, drawn by the gentle melody he was humming one of their upcoming tracks. He glanced up with a bright smile, peeling the edge of the mask. “Hey~ You’re still up? Come here, I’ll share the mask—” But you had other plans. You crawled onto the bed, gently pushing his shoulders back until he was propped against the pile of pillows. Before he could react fully, you tugged his shorts down just enough, revealing his smooth, pretty cock. A few teasing strokes had him hardening quickly elegant and sensitive, responding beautifully to your touch.

Sunoo’s eyes widened in surprise, the sheet mask crinkling as his mouth formed a perfect ‘O’. You straddled him smoothly, pulling your own sleep shorts aside, and sank down onto him in one slow, intentional glide. Inch by inch, you took him until he was fully nestled inside your warm, slick walls, your hips flush against his. Pure cockwarming—no immediate movement, just the intimate, throbbing connection.

“Ahh—! Y/N…” Sunoo’s voice came out in a breathy, melodic gasp, higher-pitched than usual with shock and pleasure. His hands flew to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your top as his whole body tensed beneath you. The sheet mask slipped slightly on his cheek, but he didn’t bother fixing it. His cheeks flushed a deep pink almost instantly, that adorable blush spreading down his neck. “You… you really just sat on me like that? While I’m doing skincare?” A soft, disbelieving giggle escaped him, mixing cuteness with growing arousal.

His cock twitched vividly inside you, thickening and pulsing as your heat enveloped him completely. You could feel every subtle ridge, the way he fit so perfectly, like he was made for this closeness. Sunoo’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling under the thin tank top. He stared up at you with those large, expressive doe eyes, a mix of playful shock and deep want shining through.

“Wow… you’re so warm and tight right now,” he whispered, voice turning husky yet still retaining that sweet, bell like quality. He bit his plush lower lip, trying to stay composed, but the way his thighs shifted slightly underneath you betrayed him. Instead of immediately pulling you down for kisses, Sunoo reached up and gently adjusted his sheet mask with one hand, the other staying firmly on your hip to hold you still.

He let out another soft laugh, but it dissolved into a quiet moan as your walls fluttered around him involuntarily. The position him half reclined against pillows, you fully seated in his lap under the pretty string lights felt intimate and almost romantic. Sunoo’s free hand trailed up your side, slipping under your top to caress your bare skin with feather light touches. “Don’t move yet, okay? Let me feel you all of you holding me like this.”

True to his playful nature, Sunoo kept the moment light even as heat built between you. He tilted his head, studying your face with sparkling eyes while staying perfectly still. His cock continued to throb steadily inside your pussy, the sensation amplified by the lack of movement. “It feels like you’re hugging me from the inside,” he murmured sweetly, then giggled again when you clenched on purpose. “That’s cheating but I like it.”

Minutes ticked by in this dreamy haze. Sunoo was vocal and affectionate, filling the quiet room with whispered compliments and little hums. He finally peeled the sheet mask off completely, tossing it aside, revealing his glowing skin. “Look at us,” he said, nodding toward the mirror across the room that reflected your connected forms under the soft lights. “You look so pretty on me like this so full.”

His hands explored gently tracing your curves, cupping your breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. Each touch was tender yet teasing, never rushing. He leaned forward slightly to nuzzle your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone while his hips remained motionless. The only “movement” came from subtle flexes—him deliberately pulsing his cock inside you, making you both gasp.

“You’re getting wetter I can feel it trickling down,” Sunoo observed in a hushed, almost reverent tone, his voice like velvet. “All because my cock is just sitting warm inside you? that’s so hot.” He sucked a small mark just below your ear, then pulled back to watch your reactions, his own face flushed and eyes half lidded with pleasure. The skincare scent mixed with the growing musk of arousal, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere unique to him.

Sunoo’s usual bright energy simmered into something deeper and needier. He started humming again softly a gentle melody that vibrated through his chest into yours while one hand slipped between your bodies without breaking the seal. His fingers hovered near your clit, teasing circles in the air just close enough to make you ache, but he didn’t touch fully yet. “Patience,” he teased with a cute pout, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. “I want to remember every second of you warming me so nicely.”

Your whimpers made his resolve waver. Sunoo’s breathing grew uneven, his plush lips parting as he fought the urge to thrust. “You feel too good so silky and hot. I could stay like this forever, just talking and feeling you squeeze me.” He finally cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a slow, deep kiss. It was sweet at first then turned passionate, tongues gliding lazily in time with the subtle throbbing between your legs.

The tension coiled tighter. Sunoo’s thighs trembled beneath you, his lean body taut with restraint. “I’m trying so hard to be good,” he confessed against your mouth, voice breaking into a whine. “But you’re clenching so much it’s making me throb.” He rolled his hips in the smallest possible circle, grinding subtly against your front wall without pulling out. The motion drew a shared moan, the string lights casting shifting shadows across your skin.

Your clit pressed insistently against his pelvis, begging for friction. Sunoo noticed, his eyes darkening with desire while retaining that playful sparkle. “My baby needs more?” He finally let his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, precise circles that matched the melody still humming in his throat. The dual sensation his cock buried deep and unmoving, plus the targeted touch pushed you closer to the edge.

Sunoo’s control snapped elegantly. “Okay I can’t hold back anymore.” With surprising strength, he shifted you both while staying fully sheathed, turning so you were on your back with him hovering above, still connected. The new angle let him press even deeper, his pretty face flushed and hovering close to yours. The blanket tangled around your legs, adding to the cozy mess.

He started moving slow, rolling thrusts that kept the intimacy intact, never fully withdrawing. Each stroke was graceful and rhythmic, like his dance moves translated into pleasure. “You started this surprise,” Sunoo panted softly, his voice melodic even now, “sinking onto me while I was masked up so naughty and cute.” His hips snapped a little sharper, hitting that perfect spot consistently.

One hand braced beside your head while the other continued teasing your clit. “Come for me like this,” he encouraged, eyes locked on yours with that intense yet loving gaze only. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock while it’s so deep.”

The orgasm washed over you in warm waves, your walls clamping down hard on his length. Sunoo moaned beautifully high and sweet fucking you through it with precise, passionate strokes. “Yes… ahh, just like that. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.” His own climax followed quickly, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you with a long, breathy whimper of your name, filling you with warmth.

Afterwards, Sunoo stayed buried inside, collapsing gently onto you with his face tucked into your neck. He pressed dozens of tiny, affectionate kisses across your skin, giggling breathlessly. “That was amazing I didn’t expect my night to end like this, but I’m so happy.” His voice was soft and satisfied, full of that signature sunshine even post-orgasm.

He rolled carefully to the side, pulling you with him so you remained spooned together, his softening cock still nestled comfortably inside your heat. The string lights twinkled above as he wrapped both arms around you, one leg hooked over yours to keep you close. “We’re sleeping just like this,” he declared cutely, nuzzling your hair. “I don’t want to pull out yet. You feel too warm and nice like my personal heater.”

Sunoo continued humming softly, his fingers drawing hearts on your arm as the afterglow wrapped around you both. He whispered sweet praises how much he loved your boldness, how perfect the connection felt, how he’d smile thinking about this during tomorrow’s schedule. The room filled with quiet contentment, his bright personality making the filthy act feel loving and special. No rush to separate, just prolonged closeness under the pretty lights, bodies joined and hearts synced.

◟✿ jungwon ˒ The dorm’s small home office nook off the main living area was quiet under the soft glow of a desk lamp. It was deep into the night, long after the other members had retreated to their rooms. Jungwon, ever the responsible leader, sat at the wooden table with his laptop open, reviewing tomorrow’s schedule and scribbling notes on a notepad. He wore a simple black hoodie and gray sweat shorts, his dark hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it in concentration. His sharp, cat like eyes scanned the screen with focused intensity, but his shoulders carried that subtle tiredness only you could notice. A half empty mug of herbal tea sat beside him, steam long gone.

You had been watching him from the doorway, admiring the way he carried the weight of the group with such quiet grace. Without speaking, you approached from behind, sliding your arms around his shoulders first. Jungwon turned his head with a soft smile, about to greet you, but you moved faster. You slipped onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs right there at the table. Before he could set his pen down, your hand dipped into his shorts, stroking his cock from soft to fully hard in quick, practiced motions thick, veined, and curving just right.

Jungwon’s breath hitched sharply. “Y/N, what are you—” The words dissolved into a low, surprised groan as you pushed his shorts aside and sank down onto him in one steady, deliberate motion. You took him all the way in, your slick walls enveloping every inch until you were fully seated in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside your warm heat. No movement. Just cockwarming, right there at the desk with his laptop still glowing behind you.

His eyes widened, pupils blowing wide in the dim light. “Oh wow,” Jungwon breathed, his voice that perfect mix of youthful and commanding. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your oversized tee. He sat perfectly still, processing the sudden velvet grip surrounding him. His cock twitched powerfully inside you, swelling thicker as your pussy fluttered and adjusted around his length. You could feel the subtle curve pressing firmly against your front wall, his pulse beating steadily deep within.

For a long moment, Jungwon just stared at you, cheeks flushing a soft pink that contrasted his leader aura. A small, breathless chuckle escaped him, low and slightly disbelieving. “Right here? While I’m working on schedules?” His tone held fond exasperation, but his dark eyes gleamed with instant heat. “You really chose now to warm me like this so sudden and bold.”

He leaned back slightly in the chair, careful not to dislodge you, the wooden seat creaking softly under your combined weight. The new position him seated at the table, you fully impaled on his cock with your legs wrapped around his waist made everything feel incredibly intimate and risky, the open nook adding a thrill of possible discovery. Jungwon’s hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare back as he pulled you closer until your chests touched. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Sliding down on me without any warning my sneaky kitten.”

Jungwon’s response was measured yet intensely focused. He didn’t thrust or grind immediately. Instead, he held you there, savoring the deep connection while his laptop screen dimmed behind you. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on your lower back, then lower to cup your ass, holding you flush so not even a centimeter of his cock escaped your heat. “Stay still for me,” he said softly, almost like a gentle order. “I want to feel every pulse. How you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now.”

The cockwarming stretched in charged silence. Jungwon’s discipline as leader showed in his restraint he remained almost motionless, only allowing tiny, controlled flexes of his cock inside you. Each deliberate throb made you both inhale sharply. “Feel that?” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “That’s what you do to me. Just sitting here, warm and tight around my cock it’s driving me crazy in the best way.”

He turned his head to nuzzle your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat while one hand slipped between your bodies to rest just above where you were joined, feeling the heat radiating there. No direct touching yet, just heightening awareness. “You’re dripping onto my shorts,” he observed quietly, a hint of teasing amusement in his voice. “All this slick just from warming me at the table?”

The desk lamp cast soft shadows across his sharp features as he continued light conversation mixed with filth, his tone calm yet increasingly strained. He occasionally glanced at the laptop screen, pretending to check a note, but his attention was entirely on the way your walls hugged him. “This schedule can wait,” he decided, closing the lid with one hand without shifting you. “You’re more important right now.”

Jungwon’s hands roamed with purpose cupping your breasts under the shirt, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. He rolled them gently, then a little firmer, drawing soft whimpers from you. “So responsive,” he praised, voice low and velvety. “Every time you clench, I feel it all the way up my spine. You’re going to make me lose focus completely.” Sweat began to form on his brow, his hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. He tugged it off one-handed, revealing his toned torso, then pulled you tighter against his bare chest.

The position allowed for subtle shifts. Jungwon tilted his hips minimally in the chair, changing the angle just enough to nudge a new sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness. The motion made your clit grind lightly against his pelvis, sending sparks through both of you. “There,” he murmured with a small, satisfied smile. “Feel how deep I am? Filling you up so well while we sit here like nothing’s happening.”

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes darkened, restraint fraying at the edges despite his composed exterior. His thighs tensed beneath you, muscles flexing as he fought the urge to move. “You’re trembling on me,” he noted, one hand stroking your thigh soothingly while the other gripped your waist. “So needy already. My strong, independent baby initiating this…it’s adorable and so hot.”

The tension built unbearably. Jungwon’s cock throbbed constantly now, leaking inside you. He captured your lips in a deep kiss, then turning hungry, tongue sliding against yours with growing desperation. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I can’t stay still much longer,” he confessed, voice rougher. “You feel too incredible. Hot, wet, wrapped around every inch of me.”

With a quiet groan, Jungwon pushed the chair back from the table. Still fully connected, he stood carefully, lifting you with surprising strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you the few steps to the nearby couch in the nook, lowering you onto it on your back without ever pulling out. The new position him hovering above you, cock buried deep allowed better leverage.

“Eyes on me,” Jungwon commanded softly, that natural leader tone sending a thrill through you. He began to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that kept him mostly sheathed, grinding rather than pounding at first. Each thrust was precise, hitting that perfect curve against your walls. The wet sounds of your connection filled the quiet space, obscene against the earlier silence of schedules.

“You surprised me tonight,” he panted, hips snapping a little harder. “Taking what you want while I was trying to be responsible such a bratty leader’s girl.” One hand braced beside your head while the other slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm, expert circles. His pace built steadily, powerful yet controlled, exactly like Jungwon focused entirely on your pleasure.

The orgasm hit you intensely, walls convulsing hard around his thick cock. Jungwon moaned low, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it, thrusts deepening. “That’s it squeeze me just like that so good for me.” His own release followed swiftly. He pushed to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a quiet, guttural groan of your name, warm pulses filling you completely.

Afterwards, Jungwon stayed buried deep, collapsing carefully over you with his weight comforting. He pressed tender kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, his breathing gradually slowing. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of affection. “I love when you pull me away from work like this. reminds me I need balance too.”

◟✿ niki ˒ The dim glow of Niki’s gaming setup illuminated the corner of his room. He was slouched in his ergonomic chair, long legs stretched out under the desk, wearing only black basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie. Headphones sat around his neck as he laughed into the phone call with Jake, who was away visiting family and catching up on random stories. The speaker was on, Jake’s cheerful Aussie voice filling the quiet space while Niki played with a fidget toy in his free hand.

“Yeah, hyung, the new choreography is brutal on the knees. I keep telling the choreographer we need more breaks—” Ni-ki’s words cut off mid sentence as you quietly entered and approached him from the front.

His eyes flicked up, a playful smirk already forming, assuming you were just there to bother him like usual. But you didn’t give him time to react properly. You tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock, already half hard from the casual laziness of the late hour. A few firm strokes later, he was fully erect long, thick, and flushed. Without breaking eye contact, you straddled his lap, pulled your panties aside, and sank straight down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion.

All of him disappeared inside you in seconds, your walls stretching around his impressive length until you were flush against his pelvis, fully seated on his cock while he was still on the phone.

Niki’s entire body jerked. His free hand shot to your hip, gripping hard, knuckles whitening. A choked sound escaped him before he could stop it. “—uh, yeah, I’m still here, hyung,” he managed, voice suddenly deeper and strained. His sharp eyes locked onto yours with a mix of shock, panic, and burning heat. His cock pulsed wildly inside you, thickening even more at the unexpected, scorching grip of your pussy.

Jake’s voice continued casually on the speaker. “You okay? You sound weird.”

Niki swallowed thickly, biting the inside of his cheek. You stayed perfectly still, impaled on him, the fullness overwhelming in the most delicious way. The risk of the ongoing call made everything sharper. “Just… stubbed my toe on the desk keep going,” he lied, forcing a breathy laugh. His long fingers dug into your thigh under the desk, a silent warning and plea at the same time.

You clenched around him deliberately. Niki’s head tipped back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he fought to stay composed. The new position him seated upright in the gaming chair, you in his lap facing him, bodies joined while Jake chatted away felt dangerously intimate. His cock throbbed rhythmically against your walls, the subtle curve pressing right into a sensitive spot that made your breath hitch quietly.

“Shit you’re evil,” he mouthed silently at you, not daring to speak it aloud. Sweat already beaded on his forehead. He tried to focus on the call, nodding along to whatever Jake was saying about food recommendations, but his free hand roamed your body under your shirt instead. Long fingers traced your ribs, then cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow, teasing circles that matched none of the calm tone he forced into his voice.

Every tiny shift of your hips even the involuntary clenches made his jaw clench. “Yeah, that place sounds good, hyung. We should go when you’re back,” Niki replied, but his voice had dropped an octave, husky and rough around the edges. You could feel him leaking inside you, the warmth spreading as your arousal coated his length and dripped down onto his shorts.

The call dragged on. Jake kept talking, completely oblivious. Niki’s usual boundless energy was now channeled into pure restraint. He mouthed filthy things at you between responses “So fucking wet,” “You’re gonna pay for this,” and “Don’t you dare move yet.” His long legs trembled slightly under you, muscles taut from holding still. The chair creaked faintly whenever he involuntarily flexed his cock deep inside your heat.

You leaned forward, resting your head against his shoulder, lips brushing his neck. Niki’s breath stuttered audibly. “Sorry dropped something,” he quickly told Jake, covering for the noise. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, not to touch your clit, but to press lightly just above where you were stretched around him, feeling the obscene bulge of his cock inside you. The pressure made you both shudder.

Minutes felt like hours. The cockwarming was torturous in the best way no big movements, just the constant, throbbing fullness while Niki multitasked on the call. His hoodie suddenly felt too hot he tugged at the collar with his teeth, eyes half lidded and dark as he stared at you. The fairy lights you’d helped him string earlier twinkled softly, casting shifting colors across his flushed face and sharp jawline.

Finally, Jake said something about calling it a night. “Alright dude don’t stay up too late gaming.”

“Yeah… yeah, I won’t,” Niki rasped. The second the call ended, he ripped the headphones off and tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter. Both hands gripped your ass immediately, squeezing hard.

“You absolute menace,” he growled, voice raw and no longer restrained. A wicked, breathless grin broke across his face. “Sitting on my cock the entire time I was talking to Jake? I almost moaned your name, you know that?” He rolled his hips upward in one sharp, controlled thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper. The sudden friction after so much stillness ripped a moan from both of you.

Niki didn’t flip you or move to the bed. Instead, he stayed right there in the chair, using his long legs and strong core for leverage. He guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm deep, circular rolls that kept him buried almost completely while hitting every sensitive angle. His height advantage let him lean in and bite at your collarbone, sucking marks that would be hidden by clothes tomorrow.

“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your skin, voice playful yet wrecked. “You took all of me while I was trying to sound normal. So fucking tight and sloppy now.” One hand finally moved to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles with those long fingers. The wet sounds of your connection were loud in the now silent room obscene and slick.

He kept the pace torturously controlled at first, savoring the way you fluttered and clenched after the long wait. “You’re shaking already,” he teased, nipping your earlobe. “Was it the risk? Knowing Jake hyung could’ve heard me lose it?” His thrusts grew sharper, more energetic, hips snapping up to meet you each time you sank down. The chair rolled slightly on the floor from the force.

The buildup was intense and different no soft kisses or long praise sessions like the others. Just raw, teasing energy mixed with pure need. Niki’s stamina showed as he fucked up into you relentlessly while keeping you anchored in his lap.

“Come on,” he urged, voice dropping into that deep timbre. “Let me feel you come while I’m still so full inside you. Right here where I was talking to hyung five minutes ago.”

Your orgasm crashed hard, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Niki cursed loudly thrusting through it with powerful strokes, drawing out every wave. His own release hit seconds later he buried himself to the hilt, long body shuddering as he came deep inside you, hot pulses filling you while he groaned your name against your neck.

Afterwards, Niki didn’t pull out. He slumped back in the chair, arms wrapped loosely around you, still buried deep. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was insane best worst idea ever.” He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple, then another to your lips lingering and warm.

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what do u think abt sucking yuma’s dick for agessss and when he finally cums we don’t pull off.. so he has to pry us off!! and maybe he gets all nasty having us over his lap, making us count how many times he spanks us while we sulk and squirm….

got kinda carried away w this one hehe, i hope u like it nonie!! ♡

【 18+ 】 tw ──── dom!yuma . . blow job, spanking, overstimulation ( m. rec ) don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

you’ve lost track of time as your knees begin to ache—lips stretched around yuma’s cock, tongue working him with lazy, wet strokes while he leans back against the couch, one hand loosely tangled in your hair. spit drips in glossy threads down your chin, pooling warm against his balls. his groans have turned ragged, breathy as his hips twitch up into the heat of your throat, fingers tangled tight in your hair. 

but you don’t stop. you won’t. 

not when his quiet praises slip out between gritted teeth—“fuck, just like that… good, so fucking good for me”—each word low and rough, feeding the ache low in your belly until it blooms hotter. your throat flutters around him as you take him deeper, nose brushing the dark hair at his base, swallowing once, twice, letting the spit and precum mix into something messy and obscene. every pull back leaves him glistening, twitching on your tongue, and you lap at the leaking tip like you’re starving, hollowing your cheeks with slow, reverent pressure.

he watches you the whole time, heavy-lidded, that cocky half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—the one that says he knows exactly how desperate you are, how you’d stay here for hours if he let you, mouth full and eyes glassy, lost in the simple worship of him.

you don’t rush.

you never do when he gets like this—quiet, sprawled, breathing through his teeth while you take him apart with nothing but patience and hunger. every slow stroke of your tongue, every wet sound, every flutter of your throat feels like a secret you’re pressing into his skin. his fingers tighten again in your hair, not pushing, just anchoring, and another low “good girl” slips out like smoke, rough and sweet and only for you.

he’s been letting you set the pace for what feels like forever—lazy and indulgent—occasionally guiding your head down a little further or holding you there until your throat flutters desperately around him.

your jaw begins to ache, but you simply ignore the soreness, lips swollen and slick. lip gloss log gone. the wet, obscene sounds of your mouth working him fill the quiet room: slow, sloppy sucks and the occasional quiet gag when you push yourself too deep.

he lets out a low, shaky laugh that melts into a groan, fingers flexing again as he holds you down just a second longer, letting you feel the way he throbs against your tongue. 

chest heaving, voice rough, he pants out, “fuck… baby, i’’m close—don’t fucking stop—”

and then he cums.

thick, hot pulses flooding your mouth as he curses under his breath. you swallow around him greedily, throat working in tight, fluttering pulls, milking every drop while your lips stay sealed tight around the base. the taste of him coats your tongue—salty, warm, overwhelming—and still you keep sucking, slow and soft now, tongue swirling gentle circles over the sensitive head even as he twitches and hisses through the aftershocks. y

ou swallow without thinking, throat working around him like it’s the only thing that matters—milking him of every last drop. humming softly around his member, content even as his length begins to soften, your eyes half-lidded and glassy. you can feel it twitch and leak whatever’s left into your mouth. 

his hand tightens in your hair. “shit—okay, enough—”

his words fall on dear ears and you don’t pull off. you just hum around him, lazy and possessive, eyes fluttering half-shut like you could happily stay there all night—so focused on the weight of his cock in your mouth that you can’t even hear how ragged his breathing has become. can’t hear the way his groan fractures into something sharper, almost pained. 

“fuck—hey—!” yuma’s voice cracks, his body jerking. he tries to shift away but you follow, keeping him sealed in that warm, wet heat. his hand tightens hard in your hair and he lets out a sharp inhale.

“what the hell… get off—”

before you can even whine around him, he grabs your hair properly and yanks you off with a wet pop that makes your lips sting. strings of spit and cum stretch and break between your swollen lips and his cock. you blink up at him, dazed, a little sulky, already missing the weight on your tongue.

when your eyes finally meet, you see it. his face is flushed. the pale skin coated in red, eyes dark and narrowed.

“what’s wrong with you?” he demands, voice low and dangerous. he’s still breathing hard, cock twitching against his stomach, overstimulated and shiny from your mouth.

the words land heavily. 

he doesn’t give you time to answer.

in one smooth motion, he’s hauling you up by your hair—flipping you over his lap in one swift motion. your belly pressing into his thigh, ass raised like an offering you didn’t mean to make. he yanks your bottoms and underwear down in one angry tug, exposing your bare skin.

his palm smooths over the curve of your cheek once, almost tender, before the first sharp smack lands—loud, stinging, blooming heat across your skin. the sound echoes through the room. echoing loud enough to mask the weak whimper that leaves your lips.

“you couldn’t just let me enjoy it, huh? had to keep sucking like a greedy little slut even when i told you to stop.” his palm rubs over your ass again, almost gentle. but it only lasts for half a second before the second hard spank cracks down, loud and stinging. 

“count.”

the word is sharp. final.

you squirm, hips twitching uselessly against his thigh, a small sulky sound slipping out before you can swallow it. the sting is already spreading, hot and bright, sinking low between your legs even as tears prick at your eyes.

another spank. this time it's harder.

“three,” you mumble, voice small and weak, face half-buried in the couch cushion.

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[250318]

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[blueuijoo]

gamer!fuma ⋆·˚ ༘ * fuma x reader

just thinking about giving this man head while he's playing games 🤤

tags: smut, gamer!fuma, female!reader, established relationship, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m), piv, rough sex, coming inside, unprotected sex, exhibitionism

wc: 800

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

You were needy. So fucking needy. But you would feel bad if you interrupted Fuma's down time by asking him to make you come.

At least, at first.

"Fuck," you huffed to yourself, standing up from the couch and hastily making your way to the bedroom where Fuma was gaming online with his friends.

He turned his head slightly, sending you a small smile in acknowledgement when he heard you open the door before going back to his round.

"Shit! On your right!" He yelled into the mic, leaning forward in focus and pressing the buttons quicker as he sniped his opponents.

Your heartbeat increased, thighs squeezing together as you watched his fingers, the way they moved on the controller so precisely. Calculated. Your stomach twisted. Fuck, you needed him to tap against your clit like that, to press inside of your walls instead.

You whimpered, quiet enough that Fuma couldn't hear you over his headset as you got on your knees and slipped below the desk in front of him. He peered down at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed slightly, until the game required his attention again.

You watched him shift in his seat, listening to the vibrations of his controller. Every time he moved, you saw the tip of his cock push against the material of his sweatpants. He wasn't hard yet, but you could see his bulge slowly developing.

You licked your lips, pawing at his waistband. Fuma gave you a look of warning, but once he saw your glossy, begging eyes, he was done for; mouth dropping, thighs parting, back slouching a little bit more in the seat.

He inhaled sharply, legs jerking as you took him into your mouth, licking one long stripe up his length before kitty-licking his tip. His head fell back a little, causing his hood to fall to his shoulders. You steadily picked up your pace, Fuma leaning forward and holding you in place by pressing his elbows into your back because he still needed his hands for the controller. He rutted into you, the sounds of you choking on his cock causing him to mute the headset.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, short thrusts against your tongue sending him closer to the tipping point, "gonna come."

His body shook, hands nearly dropping the controller onto your back as his arms pushed you even further around him so you could milk him dry. He grunted, hot white ropes dripping down your throat. He lifted his weight off of you, grabbing your strands and pulling you off his cock to see your beautifully ruined face; cheeks flushed, cum coating your swollen, pretty pink lips.

He unmuted his mic for a moment, "I gotta pause for a second guys, hold on," then looked down at you with a devilish smirk. "Someone's needy," he cooed, pulling you up gently by your shoulders, "why don't you sit on my cock while I finish playing with my friends, hm?" Your eyes sparkled, nodding as you began to slide your pants off of your body.

He grabbed your hips the second they left your ankles, spinning you around and slipping his cock into you, already ready to fill you up once more. "F–Fuma," you stuttered, his length brushing against every inch of your walls as he bottomed you out. You felt so perfect, so full.

He licked just below your earlobe before biting down, your body jolting at the sensation of his sinking teeth. He hummed against you, his speed picking up.

"Why don't I unmute the mic for a little, yeah?" He suggested smugly, hand sliding down the front of your body until he reached your exposed cunt. He pressed into your clit, circling steadily. "Try to keep quiet while I fuck you like this."

You tried. Really tried. But Fuma had a way of hitting your sweet spot so perfectly every time that eventually you were gripping the sides of his desk, meeting him halfway as you fucked yourself desperately on his cock.

He pushed the microphone of his headset away from his mouth enough so he could lean over and whisper in your ear. "You know what? let them hear you, baby," he sent one deep, hard thrust into your cunt, and you whimpered, "let them know how good I'm fucking you."

And so you did, screaming and crying desperately as your body trembled, sweat pooling at your forehead, cum gushing out of you and coating his cock and thighs. "Fuck– Fuma– fuck!"

He laughed, almost sinisterly, still pounding into you until you were completely finished.

"Fuma, what the–"

"Gotta go, guys," he cut off his friend, shutting down the computer immediately.

He barely gave you any time to come down before lifting you off his cock and spreading your legs apart while you stayed perched on his lap. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he taunted, handle of the Xbox controller slowly entering your hole. You gasped. "I'm just getting started."

tag list: @nichozzystuffs @yuversi @minhosimthings @hyunjinswife4ever

[slaybinnie]

the way i signed up for 6 summer classes… mind you im already stressed asf from this semester

[guliexe]

OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK IM SO WET WHAT A FUCKING SLUT

[slaybinnie]

Hello! Can I request the weak hero class boys reactions to reader sending a picture of them wearing one of their clothes?

note: hey i’m so so so sorry im so late with this req 😭 my inbox was glitched and i literally forgot. i hope you love this <3

warning: suggestive in seongje’s & baekjins (i’m sorry i can’t help myself)

pair: gn!yn x whc characters

[a11100]

WORDS OF KISSES - nishimura riki (ni-ki)

summary. ni-ki loves interrupting his girlfriends rants with kisses. pairing. bf!ni-ki x gf!reader. mentions. established relationship, kissing (duh), skinship, fluff, just a quick thing i felt like writing sorry if it’s so short lol 🫠

y/n wasn’t sitting still.

her apartment was quiet except for the sound of her voice filling the living room where her and her boyfriend sat with a half-finished cup of tea abandoned on the coffee table beside an open bag of snacks and a plush blanket thrown over both of their legs. y/n, however, was too worked up to notice any of it.

she sat cross legged on the couch, her hands flying everywhere as she talked. every word came out faster than the last, her voice rising and falling in exasperated little bursts as she retold a story for what had to be the third time.

“she literally said- no, wait, you’re not even listening- riki, this is important!”

riki was listening. just… maybe not in the way she wanted.

he was sprawled beside her with one arm lazily stretched along the back of the couch, his tall body turned toward her. his leg bounced as he watched her with quiet amusement, brown eyes teasing every little movement she made instead of focusing on the actual story.

there was something almost unfair about how cute she looked when she was annoyed; her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, brows drawn together, lips moving so quickly he could barely keep up. every now and then she’d pause for a second like she expected him to react more dramatically.

instead, he smirked lightly, “you’re cute when you’re mad, you know.”

she froze mid-sentence, staring at him.

“did you just call me cute? i’m literally trying to tell you something-”

“yeah.” he shrugged, utterly unfazed, “i know.”

her mouth dropped open, “see this is what i mean! you’re not taking this seriously. i’m trying to tell you what happened and you’re-”

she didn’t even get to finished because in one swift motion, riki had pushed himself upright and leaned in, his hand coming up to gently catch her wrist. before she could scold him for moving or doing anything but listening to her, his lips were pressed against hers in a quick kiss - it was soft enough to feel like a tease but perfectly timed to cut off her words. just enough to leave her momentarily speechless.

when he pulled back, her brain took a second longer to catch up than she’d like to admit. she blinked up at her boyfriend who was smiling like he was way too pleased with himself.

“..what…”

“sorry.” he said, clearly not sorry at all, “you were talking too much.”

her jaw dropped, “excuse me?”

riki softly laughed under his breath. his hand was still loosely wrapped around her wrist and his thumb started brushing absentminded circles against her skin, “i was listening!” he added, “but you looked like you needed a break.”

“i did not-”

he leaned in again. another kiss. this time, it was a lot softer and a lot more deliberate, lingering for a few seconds enough to make her thoughts melt into complete static.

when he pulled away, there was a playful glint in his brown eyes that made her stomach flip despite herself.

“continue.”

y/n stared at him in disbelief because how dare he think she could actually continue talking after what he’d just done. he knew the affect he had on her, what his kisses did to her, and she was completely thrown off now. all the frustration from earlier had tangled up with the warmth creeping onto her cheeks.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“mhm,” he hummed, “go on.”

she tried. she really did.

“a-and then she said that i was being dramatic, which-”her words faltered slightly when his touch slipped from her hand and went to her waist, his fingers resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world and he hadn’t just short-circuited her thoughts.

“and?” he prompted, watching her closely now. her breath hitched.

“and…” y/n repeated, but there was no bite left in her tone because his thumb was rubbing softly into her side, completely distracting, grounding and infuriatingly gentle. his fingers skimmed the edge of her top, dangerously close to sneaking under her shirt and it was driving her insane.

suddenly, whatever the hell she’d been upset about felt very, very far away.

“lost your train of thought?”

she narrowed her eyes at him but there was no real annoyance left - just a warm, flustered kind of frustration, “this is your fault.”

“probably.”

y/n huffed and crossed her arms, though she didn’t move even an inch.

“…she said i was dramatic.” she tried again. her tone was a little quieter but riki still caught it, he still revelled in her cute little sigh of irritation and the way she suddenly got so shy under his gaze.

he nodded slowly, leaning closer a bit more and flashing her that smile he knew made her weak in the knees, “yeah?”

“and i said-”

he kissed her again. this one was longer than the others, still just as soft, still just as distracting. his lips slotted over hers like they were made to mould together, and his arm slid from the side of her waist to her back, pulling her until she was practically glued to him. y/n inhaled sharply as her words dissolved completely, yet she still kissed him back, still let her hand travel to his chest as if wanting to push him away but she didn’t have it in her to.

when he pulled back after basically stealing her breath, words and thoughts all at once, riki grinned down at her, unable to hide it.

“sorry, baby.” he muttered, voice dipped in mischief.

y/n stared at her boyfriend for a second before lightly shoving his shoulder, “stop interrupting me!”

“then finish your story.”

she opened her mouth to argue but then she noticed the way he was looking at her: attentive and amused, soft in a way he didn’t show often. he was enjoying this, and she knew he loved teasing her, he did it practically ten times a day which is why that look alone made it impossible to stay mad.

“…you’re so annoying.” she mumbled. riki just smiled that cute, boyish, boxy smile she loved so much, the one that made his features soften so sweetly, and she just knew she couldn’t ever stay mad at him.

“mhm, but you like me.” he playfully leaned forward and grazed his nose against hers before pressing a tiny peck to her cheek. y/n tried to roll her eyes but the breathy chuckle she let out gave her away.

“…maybe.”

“good.” both his arms slipped around her waist then, pulling her fully into his side until she was tucked comfortably against him. the blanket shifted around them as she instinctively curled closer, one arm wrapping around his middle.

riki planted a soft kiss to her hairline.

“now…” he kissed again, closer to her temple, “finish your rant.”

[keotaa]

WALK EM LIKE A DOG ; JUNGWON

texts between college students jungwon and his (slightly) mean gf ; suggestive ; +18

doll’z note : i already miss heeseung y’all 💔💔🥀🥀

— ©dollzuv. do not steal, copy, repost without credits.

[rresiduals]

MY FUNNY VALENTINE — byun euijoo

pairing : euijoo x fem!reader. synopsis : you start to get secret admirer letters but little do you know the boy writing you silly jokes is actually the same boy you sit next to in calculus II. genre : college au, loser!euijoo. wc : 2.4k

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the letters started coming two weeks ago, always in the same spot at your workplace, on the chair of the table that was closest to the register. you didn’t think much of it at first, the slip of paper only held sweet corny pick up lines, you threw them out assuming that they were just a sweet customer doing them as a thank you. but then the slips of papers started getting signed off to you. ‘dear yn’ or ‘for yn’ or ‘only open if you are yn!’, that was when you started keeping them. 

“doesn’t it creep you out though?” yuma muttered as the two of you made your way into the line for food, picking what you wanted on your tray in the dining hall. “not really, maybe a customer has a crush or it’s a sweet kid” you shrugged, truth was you hadn’t given it much thought since yuma brought it to your attention. maybe it was a little bit creepy but you just hoped it wasn’t a creepy man or a stalker, after all the only thing that they knew was your name and your workplace. since you worked on campus it was pretty evident that whoever it was definitely went to your university. 

“yeah but like, what if they’re just stalking you?” yuma said, following you as you walked over to your usual table that you sat at, “the pickup lines are extremely harmless yuma please, besides i think a stalker would do a lot more than just leaving innocent jokes on a seat” you sighed out, picking up your spoon to take a bite of your rice. yuma nodded and pursed his lips, then his lips grew into a smile. “so you have a secret admirer then?” he grinned at you and you rolled your eyes, “guess so” you mumbled before taking another bite of your food. 

yuma grinned back even bigger if that was possible, “you know i think we should find out who it is” he said and you snorted, shaking your head. “secret admirers are supposed to just stay secret yuma” you replied and he groaned in response, almost kicking his feet under the table. “come on yn! you have to be just a bit curious i mean just think…” yuma’s voice drowned in your ears, your mind filled with the possibilities. you were in fact very curious, so curious to the point where you showed up to work earlier than your shift to find who was putting the letters there or stayed a little bit later to maybe see someone. but nothing, nothing at all. 

you secret admirer was someone who was quiet, slick, and unnoticeable. you wonder what they looked like, if he was as sweet as the letters were or if he was more timid, maybe he was a lot more outgoing. as you daydreamed about your mystery man, yuma waved his hand in your face. “earth to yn! did you even listen to what i said?” he huffed and you hesitated before speaking. “yeah i did you uh.. um..” you blanked completely making yuma groan. “god forget it, i ended up speaking to.. you know who” you smiled softly, “oh? and did you know who finally get the hint?” you pressed on making yuma sigh out. 

“not really, he’s still clueless as ever” he groaned, setting his spoon down to look at you. your smile softened slightly, “maybe he’s not clueless and just not ready, give him some time i’m sure he feels the same way” you said, yuma smiling softly in return. “yeah you’re right” he sighed out reluctantly, clearly not wanting to admit that. you picked up your phone to check the time, five minutes until your calculus class. “i should head out, update me on operation: he who must not be named!” you scrambled to clean up your things and grab your bag, waving bye to yuma as you rushed out of the dining hall. 

your calculus class was as bleak as any math class. boring professor with students who are required to be there or actually enjoy calculus that much. you didn’t think that was possible because professor kim’s lectures were so boring that you never wanted to hear anything about math ever again. every boring class needed a distraction, yours was byun euijoo. 

he sat right next to you in that boring white lecture hall, his things always neat and put together. his notes were the epitome of well structured, and he was always focused. maybe that’s what made you so curious about him, he was the very face of a perfect student. he wore big black glasses that covered his big brown eyes and the clothes he wore were always put together and never messy. to put it simply one could call him a nerd, but you thought it was cute. 

something in you found it so adorable how he’d mumble a soft ‘hello’ to you as you sat down next to him. or how he’d laugh softly when the professor says something funny, or even how he would smile when he gets an answer right (which he does often). maybe you had the smallest crush on byun euijoo, but it was one that was slightly unattainable. you knew that you and him had two different personalities and you didn’t mind that in the slightest, but you knew nothing could steer him away from school and his studies. and that was okay with you, you were just glad you got to get distracted by him with no repercussions. 

today’s lecture was no different, you entered the hall to see almost everyone already there, of course euijoo was there. you always assumed he was five minutes early every time. you sat down next to him, smiling as you heard him mumble hello to you. you took out your notebook and looked for a pen in your bag, the one day you decide to pack light you in fact forget every pen you own. as you rummaged through your bag, euijoo looked at you, a small pout on his face. 

he pulled out a pen from his own pencil bag and slid it to you, “here you can use mine” he said, his voice as sweet as he looked. you looked at him and smiled softly, picking up the pen. “thank you” you said, earning a soft smile from him. that was the most you had heard him speak ever. his voice was a soft melody in your head, playing as the lecture went on. 

days went on and here you were, back at work again. as you wiped down the tables you noticed a letter, of course. you picked it up, opening the slip of paper to reveal yet another corny pick up line. ‘you’re the fixed point of my attention’ you snickered softly, a math related one. maybe your secret admirer was a little bit of a math geek, cute. 

the next day you entered your calculus class, taking a seat next to euijoo as you always did. professor kim droned on as you took your notes, quite lazily. whenever you get slightly bored you glance over at euijoo, who of course, is completely oblivious to the fact of you staring at him. his pretty lips were always in a soft pout as he focused on making sure everything he wrote down was very neat. his hair fell in front of his face in messy bangs, making him look almost romantic. it was the perfect sight to daydream at. 

this time however, your eyes fell to his notebook, watching him neatly write everything down. you weren’t sure why you kept looking but you didn’t regret it because you picked up on something. euijoo wrote his ‘y’ with a soft loop at the bottom, almost signing his own work with a fingerprint. you weren’t sure if you had seen someone else write a y like that.. other than the letters. you furrowed your brows as you reached in your jacket pocket, pulling out the note in your lap to see the handwriting. 

‘you’re the fixed point of my attention’ the slip of paper looked back at you, as if taunting you. had the answer been right next to you this whole time? in the shape of the tall, awkward, nerdy byun euijoo? surely you were imagining things, more people can write their y’s like that! you shook your head softly, shoving the slip back in your pocket. professor kim clapped his hands, bringing you back to reality. 

“well! that’s all for this lecture, remember that pages 130 to 146 in the textbook are due next class, you’re free to go” and with his dismissal, the room filled with the sound of students rummaging their things to pack up. next to you, euijoo packed his things silently with no rush. you felt this thing in your stomach, nerves? butterflies? fear? you weren’t exactly sure but whatever it was was eating you alive. 

just as he was about to put his notebook away you stopped him, your hand on his arm. he looked at you with a flushed face, then down at your hand. “oh- sorry i.. i kind of dozed off this lecture.. can i take a picture of your notes?” you sputtered out, your own face flushing as well. what you said wasn’t far from the truth, but for some reason you needed to be sure it was euijoo who was your secret admirer. 

he looked at you with his beautiful wide eyes and nodded softly, opening the page for you. euijoo watched as you took a couple pictures of his notes, your hair falling over your shoulders perfectly, making you look romantic in the horrible light of the lecture room. he smiled softly, already feeling his face on fire due to the contact from earlier. “thanks” you mumbled out, stuffing your own notebook in your bag and stood up. “no problem” he said softly, watching as you left the lecture hall. he looked down at his notebook, a smile stuck on his face at the thought of you. 

“oh you are so delusional” yumas voice rang out through your phone as you sat down on your bed. “am not! the handwriting is so similar look!” you turned around the camera so he could see the slip of paper, already analyzing the picture you had sent of euijoos notes to compare the two. “holy shit” yuma said, clearly just as baffled as you were. “i know!” you turned the camera back around so it was back on your face, with that you laid down in bed. “what should i do?” you muttered, the question up in the air as both you and yuma thought. 

your thoughts drifted elsewhere however. byun euijoo, having a silly crush on you. it seemed like you were dreaming, you couldn’t think that the small crush you had on him was actually reciprocated in the form of those small little pick up lines he wrote. you imagined how he would smile as he wrote them, making sure that they were enough to make you smile or even laugh. 

“hello? yn did you hear me?” yumas voice broke you out of your fantasies. “uh no sorry can you say it again?” you said and he sighed through the phone. “i said.. why don’t you write him a small letter. you know to kind of say that you know about it without saying it” he said once more, a smile appeared on your face at the thought of it. “that’s perfect god you’re a genius yuma!” you said, getting out of your bed and to your desk to brainstorm the letter. 

euijoo entered the lecture as he always did, early and first. he was used to arriving even before the professor so he did his normal routine, opening the lights, pulling down the white board and cleaning it, then taking a seat. however there was something different today. a piece of paper folded in half sat at his usual seat. he furrowed his brows, picking it up to see if it was someone’s forgotten notes but what it actually was shocked him. 

for byun euijoo only!! do not open if you are not him >< dear euijoo, you’ve been figured out! at first i didn’t know who in the world was sending me all of those pickup lines. but now that you’ve very obviously figured out, it all makes sense. i’ll be honest, i have a small (big) crush on you.. i love staring at you during class as creepy as it sounds. sometimes i find myself just daydreaming while i look at you and you just never seem to notice because you’re always so focused in the actual lecture, as you should be btw!! :). i think you’re extremely cute and i would’ve loved making the first move but i just didn’t think id be your type.. clearly i was wrong judging from your very very bold pickup lines. any other person would be creeped out but i found it very endearing so.. i am giving you a chance!  would you, byun euijoo, like to go out with me, yn yln?  yes or no  circle whichever answer you want :3 , hoping it’s the answer i want! 

he smiled to himself, scribbling something down and folding it in half, setting it on your seat now. he knew it wouldn’t be long before you enter the lecture hall seeing as the professor was already here as well as a couple other classmates. and he was right, because shortly after he got his things settled you arrived, looking beautiful as always. truth was, euijoo wasn’t just attracted to you for your looks. you were sweet, warm. you always said hello even if euijoo didn’t respond and told him to have a good day, he saw how sweet you were with others which is what made him yearn to be yours. 

you smiled softly, seeing the paper on your seat now as you took a seat, opting to get your things out before glancing at what he circled. it was a mystery and it wasn’t like you were scared for his answer but rather you wanted to wait for a little bit just to tease him. it worked because he kept side glancing at you then the paper so you would open it. the lecture went on and you glanced at it again, contemplating what to do. 

reluctantly you opened the slip of paper and your smile only widened. euijoo had circled the yes, and next to it he wrote: ‘why are we studying x and y if i want to study u and i?’ making you snicker to yourself. you glanced over at him to see him smiling to himself as he wrote down his notes. this was gonna be fun. 

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[ilysungho]

        ─── tiresome recharge.

        𝜗ৎ 𓊆 𝓶ini !! 𓊇 — 한태산 CONTAINS: office worker taesan x fem!reader, established relationship (bf/gf), grinding, thigh humping, boob obsessed taesan, marking, boob sucking bruh idk, lmk if i missed anything! (0.8k) INSPIRED BY: ask 1, ask 2

a long day is a usual occurrence for a working man like taesan. but a tired arrival is too rare, something that happens once in a blue moon.

before you could greet him and ask how his day’s been, your boyfriend was already sitting on the couch with his arms coming up to rest on top of the cushions. a heavy sigh with his eyes closed was yet another signal of just how drained he is from who-knows-what. but to you, all that occupied your mind quickly became the loosened tie and his shirt unbuttoned from the top, sweat evident in his slicked back hair, and legs spread apart to accommodate his position of comfort.

as you bit your inner lip, all the words that were supposed to come out of your mouth got stuck in your throat as the feelings of how much you missed him surged throughout your body in more ways than one. just then, he opened his eyes to take a look at your waiting figure, fingers fidgeting in front of you as you looked like you were lost in a daze.

“come here baby,” taesan patted his thigh, his mind latching onto the idea of using you for relieving his stress. he didn’t say it with words, but his actions showed that he too wasn’t exactly innocent minded at the moment.

you took that as a sign as you obeyed, taking eager steps towards him until you sat on one of his thighs, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer to him into a kiss.

slow and deep, the first kiss turned sensual as he took his time before letting go, tilting his head the opposite way for the second. his other hand went to your back with it, his touch sucking the breath out of you as you got needier. you didn’t want to give an indication of it without telling him the words though, so you brought your palms against his chest, pushing away slightly until you could open your eyes to stare into his dark orbs that were already pinned right on you.

“taesan… ‘m getting needy you know… let’s go to the bedroom please?” you innocently ask, hoping that you could get what you wanted. but instead of that, you got met with his head shaking side to side.

“too tired today.” his answer is simple and short, his voice barely as loud as his usual volume. “but, you can use me to get off. that alright with you baby?”

humming after a pause, you lean back in to continue kissing him, his lips simply too irresistible. and during the kisses, you managed to move closer, his thigh in between your legs to be in just the right position to grind on him. he helped you with it too, his hand rubbing your side so as to encourage you.

the first movements were slow, still getting used to his permission as the friction in between your wetness and the clothes built up. despite the pleasure growing, your mind was trained on keeping quiet while soaking in his touch. the whimpers you suppressed couldn’t be hidden forever though, your throat involuntarily letting out sounds as you felt your clit rub against you perfectly with one roll of your hips.

“feel good?” taesan whispered after letting go, smiling against your lips as he listened to your sweet sounds. you give up on keeping it in, responding with a moan of a yes, your hands grabbing his shirt’s collar for some semblance of staying grounded. he let out a soft chuckle at that, speaking up, “how about you help me too, yeah?”

before you could agree, you felt his hands firmly grab the hem of your top, lifting it up slowly. like a habit, you lifted your arms up, helping him take it off to reveal your bare chest, nipples sticking out with need as taesan’s eyes permanently etched into your skin. with one hand squeezing a boob, his tongue darted out to lick a stripe around the other, tasting your sweat with ease while his other hand slid down your spine, urging you to continue.

feeling your dampening panty, the new stimulation made you weaker as your boyfriend sucked pretty marks all over your torso, though it mostly happened when he wasn’t lustfully sucking on your nipples. he littered you with marks, some to replace faded ones from a couple nights before, and some to cover new patches of your skin that were previously empty.

to taesan, this was the bliss he seeked after a stressful day of meetings and regulating his staff, his obsession with your body, specifically your tits, being his safe haven. and the same could be said about you, the unending need for your boyfriend only getting satisfied even when you are just in his hold.

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[hxxsxxng]

riding niki's fingers while he games ᥫ᭡. wc: 763

you lay on niki’s bed as the light of his computer screen illuminates the room. he's focused, his fingers flying over the keyboard, wearing that black chrome hearts hoodie you love - the one with the silver cross emblem glinting faintly. his dark hair falls into his eyes, and he doesn't even glance your way as you watch him, but there is an undeniable heat building between your thighs.

you slide off the bed and approach him quietly, your bare feet padding across the carpet. he doesn't notice at first, too absorbed in beating his opponents. you stand behind his chair, your hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. “babe,” you whisper, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. he hums in acknowledgment but keeps playing, his body relaxed under your touch.

you walk around the edge of the chair and straddle his lap carefully. the chair creaks under your weight as you settle onto him, your shorts riding up your thighs. niki finally spares you a quick glance, his eyes dark. “what are you doing?” he murmurs, but his hands stay on the keyboard and mouse. you grind against him lightly, feeling the hardness starting to grow in his pants. “just missing you,” you reply, your voice breathy.

he chuckles low, returning his focus to the screen, but one hand slips away from the mouse to rest on your hip. you take the invitation, rocking your hips forward, the friction sending sparks through you. your pussy aches already, wetness soaking through your panties. you kiss his jaw, nipping at the skin, and he tilts his head slightly to give you better access. “you're distracting me,” he says, less like a complaint, more like encouragement.

you reach down and guide his free hand between your legs. his fingers brush against the damp fabric of your shorts, and he pauses for a split second, his character on screen taking a hit. “fuck,” he mutters, but it's about the game, not you. you unzip your shorts and shimmy them down along with your panties, exposing your slick folds to the cool air. niki's fingers find your entrance immediately, teasing the wetness there as you hover over his lap.

you lift yourself slightly, positioning so that when he pushes two fingers inside you, you can sink down onto them. he does it effortlessly, his digits curling just right as you lower your body. the stretch feels perfect, his skin warm against your inner walls. you gasp, gripping his shoulders through the hoodie, and start to move. up and down, riding his fingers slowly at first, the wet sounds of your pussy echoing softly in the room.

“you're so wet,” he whispers during a lull in the game, his eyes flicking to yours. you nod, biting your lip, your breasts heaving under your thin tank top. you pull the straps down, freeing your tits, and niki's gaze lingers before snapping back to the screen. his fingers thrust deeper, scissoring inside you, hitting that spot that makes you go crazy. you moan loudly, risking his friends hearing though the headset.

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles that make your thighs tremble. you ride him faster now, your ass slapping lightly against his thigh with each movement. his hoodie bunches up under your grip, the fabric soft against your skin as you lean forward, pressing your chest to his. niki adds a third finger, stretching you further, and you cry out, your walls clenching around him. “shit, niki - right there,” you beg, your voice breaking. he obliges, pumping his hand in rhythm with your movements, his thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit.

before you even have a chance to figure out what is going on, liquid comes squirting out onto his fingers. your orgasm rips through you violently, your pussy convulsing around his hand as a gush of clear fluid squirts out. 

the bottom of his hoodie and his lap between you are completely soaked, the hot release soaking his fingers and wrist, the scent of your arousal filling the air. “look what you did,” he teases, glancing down at the drenched hoodie, the fabric heavy and clinging from your release.

you smile lazily, still catching your breath, and kiss him deeply. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting of mint. “worth it,” you murmur against his lips. he withdraws his fingers slowly, slick with your squirt, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes locked on yours. the sight makes your core twitch again, already hungry for more.

this was based on an ask but i accidentally deleted it sigh

[starryjake]

extra sweet | w.y

what better way to make the time go by than messing around with your hot coworker?

pairing: wang nicholas x fem!reader

warnings: smut MDNI, coworker!nicho, flirty pink haired nicho OBVIOUSLY, harumaki briefly on the side lol, semi public sex, sex at place of work, unprotected sex, f and m receiving oral, kinda dry humping, dirty talk, interrupted sex, cum swallowing, drooling, slight face fucking, squirting, finger sucking.

wc: 5k

people say don’t date your coworkers, but most people’s coworkers aren’t wang nicholas.

how could you not want him?

he was, in your opinion, the hottest man who worked at your job. hell, he was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen in general. he could’ve been a model, you thought, so you weren’t sure what he was doing working as a barista with you at the local coffee shop in town.

you wouldn’t complain though. you liked him a lot, and he was a decent worker, too. the customers liked him as well, maybe a little too much.

“can i get that extra sweet?” the middle aged woman standing on the other side of the counter asked, fluttering her eyelashes up at nicholas.

“of course,” he responded, adding the note onto the order. “extra sweet for the extra sweet lady.”

the lady giggled, immediately turning bright red like it was her first time ever getting flirted with. you, on the other hand, had to try with all your might not to roll your eyes.

“why do you do that?” you wondered when the lady walked away, and you began making her drink.

“do what?” he wondered innocently.

“flirt with everyone,” you said.

“extra tips,” nicholas responded bluntly.

you scoffed, chuckling to yourself as you steamed the milk with extra syrup.

when the drink was done, you handed it off to nicholas to call it out.

“vanilla latte,” he called. the lady began walking over, and he gave her a wink as he handed the drink over. “extra sweet.”

she giggled, and you watched as she slipped nicholas a few dollar bills and a folded note before walking away with her drink.

you couldn’t even be mad at all the women who were flattered when nicholas flirted with them. anyone with working eyes could see that he was hot with his pink hair, his sharp features, his killer smile. if you were a customer, you’d probably feel inclined to give him your phone number too.

nicholas dropped the dollar bills into the tip jar and tossed the note in the trash without even reading it.

“i’m pretty sure those tips were for you alone,” you said, wiping out the remaining coffee grounds in the portafilter.

he shrugged. “i’m a team player.”

you snickered.

“yes, we all truly appreciate you flirting with middle aged women for the sake of tips,” you said.

he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching you wipe down the station.

“you should,” he remarked.

“well, i think you like doing it regardless,” you told him, to which he frowned at you. “hey, i don’t know what you’re into.”

with those sharp eyes of his, he scanned you up and down, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“not them,” he answered vaguely.

you gulped, suddenly nervous under his gaze. but then a customer walked into the store, and so nicholas looked away to take their order, flirting with her for the sake of tips.

-

it seemed that flirting was a common occurrence at the coffee shop. the next day, you quietly restocked the milk fridge while your two coworkers, maki and harua, shamelessly flirted behind you.

“i couldn’t decide if i wanted blue or pink,” harua explained, showing his new nails off to maki, “so i just did both!”

“they’re so pretty,” maki gushed, taking harua’s dainty hand to examine closer.

you sighed, shutting the fridge door. nicholas was supposed to be getting to work soon, which relieved you. at least then, you’d be less of a third wheel with harua and maki.

but you forgot who you were dealing with—nicholas: king of flirting. when he got to work, he immediately got right into it with the customers, complimenting them on their outfits, their hair, their eyes. it annoyed you more and more every time.

“you’re quiet today,” he said to you once the rush had died down.

because your flirting with customers doesn’t give me a chance to speak, you wanted to respond pettily.

“tired, i guess,” you responded with a shrug.

“were you up late?” he wondered.

“a little,” you said.

“doing what?” he asked.

you squinted your eyes at him.

“you’re full of questions,” you answered.

“you make me curious,” he remarked, leaving you to ponder what that meant when a customer stepped up to the register.

you shoved it to the back of your mind until you went on break, where you ended up sitting in the back office—the only room in the coffee shop where you could be completely alone.

when the manager came in, they usually occupied the office, but they came in very rarely, for whatever reason. that made it the perfect spot for you to take your breaks, undisturbed.

you sat at the desk chair, closing your eyes with a tired sigh. you let your body relax, feeling yourself doze off for a minute when the door flew open, jolting you awake.

“oh, sorry,” nicholas said, lingering in the doorway. “were you sleeping?”

“no,” you said, sitting up straight so you didn’t look like you’d been sleeping. “of course not.”

“oh,” he said. “well, it looked like you were.”

you stretched, groaning.

“what do you want?” you asked.

he stepped further into the office, the door shutting behind him. he looked around for a second before his eyes settled on the shelf above you.

suddenly, he was standing right next to the chair where you sat, reaching up onto the shelf and stretching his arm high enough that the bottom of his shirt rose up. you couldn’t help taking a peak at the little display of skin showing, the bottom of his defined abs.

and he was so close now that you wanted to just reach out and touch. you wanted to plant your palm on his abs, feel every line and indent, and bring it down further into his pants.

nicholas grabbed a phone charger from off the shelf, and brought his arm back to his side, his shirt falling back into place and covering himself entirely again.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

“just this,” he said. “i’ll let you get back to your nap now.”

“i wasn’t napping!” you insisted.

nicholas only smirked at you before leaving the office and closing the door behind him.

-

nicholas was drinking strawberry milk when you finally snapped. he held the little pink carton, making it look tiny in his large hand, sipping the pink milk through the thin plastic straw.

you were staring, and he caught you.

“you want a sip or something?” he asked, offering the carton to you.

it wasn’t the milk you wanted a sip of. it was him, but you couldn’t. you were both at work—the only ones in the shop.

you took the box of milk and took a sip from the straw he’d just had his lips around. you tasted him and the sweet cold liquid dissolved on your tastebuds, making you hum in satisfaction.

nicholas watched you, staring like you had with him.

“good?” he asked you.

“mmm,” you confirmed. “really good.”

“have the rest of it,” he said. “i have more at home.”

you smiled at him, tightening your fingers around the cardboard milk box. he watched you sip the rest of the milk until the carton was empty.

you noticed his chest was rising and falling quicker, his jaw clenched. he swallowed a lump in his throat, struggling to look away from you.

“there’s something in the office i need,” he said suddenly. “can you help me find it while there are no customers?”

you hoped to god he was thinking what you were thinking.

and it turned out, he was.

the minute the door to the office closed with both of you inside, he pressed you against it and crashed your lips together. you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

you could faintly taste strawberry milk on his lips, and got even more of that sweetness when he slid his tongue into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the wet muscle, sucking the strawberry taste off like it was candy.

“fuck, i want you so bad,” he mumbled against your lips. “wanted you for so long.”

“you should’ve been flirting with me then,” you remarked, tangling your fingers in his pink hair. “not them.”

“wanted to see if it’d make you jealous,” he admitted, dragging his lips down your face to your neck. “did it?”

you scoffed, and it turned into a gasp when he began sucking on your neck, just below your ear.

“fuck,” you hissed, tugging his hair as he swiped his tongue over the bruise that was forming from the suction. “yes, i hated it.”

“‘m sorry, baby,” he said, sliding his hand down to the side of your thigh. “let me make it up to you.”

suddenly, nicholas was on his knees before you, looking up at you with hungry eyes. he tugged on the waistband of your pants and slid them down your legs. you stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side.

your panties were next to go, leaving your lower half completely bare before nicholas, right there in the office of your workplace.

he kissed your inner thighs with feather like lips, inching closer and closer to where you needed him the most. now was not the time to be slow and teasing, yet nicholas was acting like you guys had all the time in the world.

“come on,” you urged, bucking your hips forward in desperation. “please.”

he chuckled, hot air fanning your pussy, then finally leaned in and licked a firm long stripe up your slit, your arousal coating his tongue like syrup.

you moaned shamelessly, knowing no one was out in the store to hear it. nicholas groaned, the sound of it sending vibrations through your cunt.

“mmm,” he hummed, flicking his tongue over your clit. “you’re so fuckin’ sweet, baby.”

you felt your knees buckling, so nicholas planted his hands on your legs firmly, keeping you upright and spread for him to have enough room between them. he practically buried his face in your pussy, leaving no room between his mouth.

when you looked down at him, all you could see was his messy pink hair between your thighs. you could barely keep your eyes on him, though. the sensation of his warm, wet tongue sliding around your folds was too good to keep your eyes from rolling back into your head.

“oh my god, nicho,” you moaned. “that’s so fucking good.”

he hummed in satisfaction, giving your leg a little squeeze. he tilted his head slightly up so the tip of his nose would rub against your clit, and that seemed to be the final thing you needed to feel your high rapidly approaching.

your legs squeezed around the sides of his head, and you were panting like you couldn’t catch your breath. you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue with how wet you were, and it would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t already so far gone.

“fu—‘m gonna cum, nicho!” you squealed, pressing your cunt impossibly closer to his face, nearly sitting on it.

he moaned, only continuing to lap at your pussy like a man starved until the rubber band in your stomach snapped, and you were releasing all over his face.

the back of your head hit the door when you threw it back, crying out in ecstasy. your legs vibrated, your entire body pulsating and throbbing from the intensity of your orgasm.

nicholas milked you through it, his tongue slowly scooping up your essence and swallowing it like the strawberry milk. when he pulled back, his lips were pink and shiny with your cum.

he wasted no time standing back up, grabbing your hips, and bringing you over to the desk. he laid you flat on your back and unbuckled his belt with a needy ferocity.

“need to be inside you,” he said as he slid his pants and boxers down in one go. “need to feel that pussy around me.”

his cock, long, hard, and thick, stood straight up and was already leaking precum. if you had more time, you would’ve gotten on your knees for him and gotten a taste for yourself, but it was more urgent that he fucked you.

he spread your legs again and you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him in close. he lined his flushed tip up with your quivering hole and slid in slowly with ease from the slick of your previous orgasm.

“ohhhh,” he exhaled, sighing at the relief of your warm walls clamping around his dick.

your jaw fell slack, eyes glazing over, and you could just feel yourself going dumb on his cock already. he didn’t even need to do anything and you were already so far gone.

“nicho,” you mewled, digging your nails into his abs.

“i know,” he cooed, pulling out and pushing back in. “you feel so good, baby. so tight ‘n wet for me.”

you dug your heels into his back, practically giving him no escape. you don’t know what you would’ve done if he stopped with how good he was fucking you on that office desk, knocking papers and pencils down onto the floor without a care.

the stretch of his cock inside you was addictive. the way it was long enough to reach the deepest parts of you, so deep it felt like he was in your stomach. you clenched around him, sucking him deeper and deeper.

“fuck, baby,” he growled, leaning down to get close to your face. “i’m so fuckin’ deep. you feel me all up in there, hm?”

“yes, nicho!” you said, nearly yelling. “it’s so fucking deep. it’s so—”

and then, the familiar sound of the front door. that painfully irritating ring of the bell above the door, alerting you both that a customer had walked in.

both your eyes widened, and nicholas’s thrusts came to a complete stop.

“shit,” he muttered, pulling out.

“no, wait!” you begged, grabbing his arms to pull him back in. “please, don’t stop. i need it.”

nicholas had the audacity to laugh at you then in your desperate state.

“there’s a customer,” he told you, like you weren’t aware. “go help them.”

you looked up at him in awe, eyebrows pushing together.

“m-me?” you sputtered out. “but…”

you trailed off. you wanted to forget the customer, for nicholas to keep fucking the life out of you. but you couldn’t do that, not unless you wanted to get fired.

he handed you your pants, and you two got redressed as quickly as possible. you fixed your hair and readjusted your shirt, glancing at nicholas once more before opening the office door and running back up to the front.

the customer was standing at the counter, examining the menu.

“hello, welcome in,” you greeted, letting out a much needed exhale once you made it to the register.

“hello,” the woman said. “can I please get a caramel latte?”

you heard the office door open again, nicholas making his way behind the bar with you.

“of course,” you said. “would you like that w—”

suddenly, nicholas was standing behind you. he reached around you to grab a cup, pressing his erection into your ass, rubbing it against you right there in front of the clueless customer. it took the air from your lungs, and you couldn’t speak.

in front of the customer. what was he thinking?

“would you like that with whole milk or non dairy?” he asked, since he knew you couldn’t get the words out.

“whole milk, please,” the lady responded.

he was still behind you, his cock still throbbing against you as you took the cash from the lady and counted it out with shaking hands.

he only walked away to start making the drink once you gave her her change back.

you looked over at him, and he smirked at you like it was funny. your face had never been redder, you were sure.

what you hoped would happen was that he’d make the drink, give it to the customer, they’d leave and you could go back to the office and finish where you left off.

what actually happened, though, was that nicholas gave the lady the drink, she left, and another customer came right after. then another. and another. you guys were busy for the rest of the day, and you knew you weren’t going to make it back to the office with him.

-

a few days later, you were scheduled to close the coffee shop with nicholas. just you two.

you suffered a few hours of him flirting with customers while you made drinks—the usual—before you could finally lock the doors and get to closing tasks.

he swept the floor while you cleaned the espresso machine, carefully scrubbing all of its parts.

“was pretty slow today,” nicholas said to you, continuing to sweep.

“yeah,” you agreed, carefully screwing one of the parts back into place.

“bet we would’ve had time to fuck without getting interrupted this time,” he said.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, but he still didn’t look at you. still swept like he hadn’t a clue what he just said.

“i didn’t know we were gonna talk about that,” you responded.

“why not?” he asked with a shrug. “it was good, wasn’t it?”

“well, yeah,” you answered, watching him now. “it was. really good.”

he smirked, setting the broom to the side. he leaned on his elbows across the counter from you, biceps bulging through his t-shirt.

“sucks we never got to finish,” he said. “don’t you think?”

you gulped as his demeanor changed. his eyes became serious, the playful smirk fading from his face.

“y-yeah,” you stuttered, trying to distract yourself by wiping the counter down.

nicholas wasn’t having any of it though. he stepped around the counter and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from cleaning.

“you felt so good,” he mumbled, voice deep right beside your ear. “and it was so hot, how you just wanted to keep going. wanted me to keep fucking you even though a customer was waiting.”

you exhaled shakily, feeling a dull ache between your legs just because of his proximity, his warm breath fanning your neck. all you had to do was turn your head, and you’d be practically kissing him.

before you could, though, he grabbed your jaw with a gentle hand and turned your head for you. he leaned in and kissed you then, and you felt your body turn to jelly at the feeling.

he was the best kisser you’d ever came in contact with. his lips were warm and soft on yours, and even tasted good. you wanted to suck on them, to suck on his tongue and get every bit of essence out of him that you could.

you leaned back against the counter, planting your palms on either side of his firm face, deepening the kiss. he pressed his hands onto the counter on either side of you, leaving you trapped under him, and it was right where you wanted to be.

you dragged one hand down from his face, down the front of his shirt, and down to his belt. you brushed your hand over his bulge, feeling that he was already entirely hard. he hissed when you closed your hand over his clothed erection, palming him through his jeans.

he watched without sparing so much as a blink as you detached from his lips and sunk to your knees in front of him, his clothed cock now right in front of your face.

“fuck,” he mumbled when you started fidgeting with getting his belt off. “so pretty when you’re on your knees.”

you smiled to yourself, finally managing to get his belt off. you unbuckled his jeans and slid them down, pressing your lips to his cock now with only the thin layer of his boxers separating you from it.

you kissed the fabric, feeling his long cock pulsating and twitching with need. the teasing wasn’t enough, and you knew he wanted more, but he was a lot of fun to play with. plus, you didn’t have to worry about getting walked in on now. there was no need to rush.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he urged breathlessly, hand firm on the back of your head. “wanna see you put your mouth on it.”

he pushed the waistband down, pulling his cock out. it looked even bigger now that it was right in front of your face, and you eyed it, intimidated by its size. nicholas bit his lip, guiding the tip into your mouth.

you swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty precum he had built up. nicholas sighed from the relief of having your warm mouth around him, your tongue licking him like a lollipop.

once you’d lapped up all his precum, you sank down further, taking more of his length in your throat. he groaned, setting one hand on the counter behind you to ground himself while he kept the other on your head.

“oh, fuck,” he moaned. “you’re so good at it, oh my god.”

you breathed through your nose and took his dick as deep as you possibly could, until your nose was pressed to his pelvis and his tip was nudging the back of your throat. you caught nicholas’s leg twitch, and when you looked up at him, his head was thrown back, his jaw slack in awe.

you bobbed your head back and forth, feeling tears prick in your eyes from the gagging, but it was all worth it to hear the pretty moans he was releasing, to feel his fingers tangled in your hair.

“just like that, baby, fuck,” he groaned. “gonna cum so fucking soon if you keep doing that.”

so, you continued what you were doing because you wanted his cum. you wanted to taste him, to smear his essence between your lips and wear it like it was lip gloss.

drool was spilling out the corners of your lips, but it only made it better for nicholas because you looked really hot, and the added lubrication was a plus. he caressed your cheek sweetly, romantically even, feeling the bulge of his cock in your mouth.

he looked down at you, in awe of you still looking beautiful in such a position. you were drooling, tears streaming down your red cheeks, and yet you’d never looked prettier. he had to ruin you, had to make you an even bigger mess.

“ah—gonna f-fucking cum,” he said, his voice cracking as it hit him.

his abs clenched and he held your head in place, fucking your mouth until he was spurting ropes of cum right onto your tongue. you stuck it out for him, and he groaned and grunted as each stream landed on the pink muscle, your lips, or other parts of your face.

you lapped up every bit of what he had to offer. you gathered some that had landed on your cheek and licked it off your finger because what a shame it would’ve been to let any go to waste.

“you’re fucking amazing,” he praised when he was done, petting your hair in reassurance.

when you rose from your knees, he kissed you again, unbuttoning your pants at the same time. he slid his hand into your panties and rubbed your clit in circles, feeling how wet you were just from sucking him off.

“good girl,” he mumbled against your lips, inching the tip of his finger into your pussy. “nice and wet ‘n ready for me.”

you mewled when he slid his entire finger in, massaging it against your smooth walls. you clenched around it, grinding your cunt against his palm because you were so desperate that you couldn’t even feel embarrassed. you just needed him.

once he felt you were ready, he said your panties all the way off and turned you around, pressing you down flat on your stomach so you were bent over the counter before him.

you arched your back, bracing for the stretch of him entering you. he started with his tip, popping it in and taking it slow as he slid in the rest of his length.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he said, squeezing your hip.

“f-for you,” you sputtered out, fingers curling around the edge of the counter.

“yeah?” he asked, slowly pulling out halfway. “just for me?”

he pushed back in so slowly, forcing you to feel every vein, every inch of his thick length, and it made your eyes roll into the back of your head. you could feel his tip pressing against your sweet spot, could feel him in your stomach.

“yes, nicho,” you purred. “just you. no one else.”

“that’s my girl,” he said, giving you a nice hard thrust for it. “so good at taking me.”

you squeezed around him, feeling your legs buckle because he was making you weak—too weak to stand up on your own. he grabbed your hips, ensuring you wouldn’t collapse right there.

slow, hard, and deep, nicholas fucked you, right there at the coffee station where you worked nearly everyday. the same spot you made hundreds of drinks, the same spot nicholas flirted with ladies in the name of extra tips, getting phone numbers that he tossed in the trash without a second glance.

because it wasn’t them he wanted. it was you.

you turned your head to the side, straining your neck to try and see him. his lip was between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. when he noticed you turning your head to look at him, his expression softened, a warm smile overtaking his features.

“so pretty,” he said.

he brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb before slipping it past your lips, flat on your tongue. you hollowed your cheeks and began sucking on it, looking up at him through your eyelashes, and nicholas thought you were unreal.

your moans were muffled around his finger, louder as his thrusts became faster and harder. the sound of skin slapping filled the quiet room, a room that was usually bustling with noise of whirring espresso machines and conversation. now, though, it was just skin on skin, high pitched moans and heaving breathing.

“harder,” you begged, his thumb slipping from your mouth.

nicholas dug his nails into your hips and fucked you even harder, his cock like a piston with how hard and fast it was moving inside you. your entire body jolted with each thrust, and you just knew that with the force he was using on you, you were going to be sore later on.

your cunt was nonstop clenching and tightening around him, sucking him as deep as you possibly could, and it was making nicholas lose his mind. a part of him was angry with himself for waiting so long to fuck you. if only he’d known your pussy was this good. if only he’d known that you’d been waiting for him to make a move this whole time.

your nonstop moans were getting louder, the intensity building up much like the pressure in your stomach. you felt like you were going to explode, like you were going to cum so hard that you’d pass out.

“n-nicho,” you sputtered, trying to find a way to warn him but you were too far gone.

you were so close to the brink, so fucked dumb that you couldn’t even utter the words before you were hitting your climax. hard.

your body tensed, your pussy clenching around him as a gush of wetness shot out around his cock and down your legs, splattering on the counter and on the floor.

“fuck, nicho!” you shouted, drooling on the counter.

you clenched your eyes shut as he kept fucking you through it, milking out your orgasm while he chased his own.

“holy fuck,” he groaned. “you’re so fucking hot, oh my god.”

he was slamming into you, your cunt squelching every time from the excess of wetness. it was humiliating, really. purely vulgar, but you couldn’t get enough. plus, you were practically on another planet after how hard you’d just cum.

he thrusted three more times then came to a halt. his cock twitched inside you once, and then you felt the hot warmth of his cum stuffing your spent pussy full.

“ohhhh, fuck,” he moaned, slowly rutting in and out of you as he came. “good girl. take it all, baby.”

you did. you whimpered at he feeling of him filling you up, and you took it greedily. you wanted every last bit of him inside you.

when he pulled out, his cock was drenched in a mixture of your releases, and your cunt was dripping with the same. you were both a mess, and the surrounding area around you was a mess. your collective cum was a puddle on the floor, and your drool was drying on the counter.

“you okay?” he asked, keeping his hand on your waist to hold you steady, noticing your shaking legs.

“yeah,” you said with a laugh, leaning into his chest.

he kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back.

“i promise if we weren’t at work, i’d actually be good at aftercare,” he said.

you chuckled

“i believe you.”

you both cleaned yourselves up in the bathroom, and despite how exhausted you both were, the cafe was still only half closed down. only now, it was even dirtier than it was before.

-

“who closed last night?” maki asked the next morning as you and him opened the store. “it looks terrible back here.”

you looked around, taking in the appearance of how you left the cafe when you closed last night. there were a few closing tasks you and nicholas decided to ditch, too exhausted and eager to get out of there.

he ended up spending the night at your place, where you continued your festivities into the night.

but you decided not to tell maki that it was you who closed last night, and you especially decided not to mention why you’d left the cafe in the condition it was in.

it was a secret that was just between you and nicholas.

[miusoju]

 　 SUCKER 4 KiSSES　 𔘓　bonedo

favourite spots that bonedo loves to kiss ♡

cw boynextdoor x gn!reader ꒱ bf!bnd, established relationship, kissing, suggestive ( if you squint ), slice of life, skinship, not proofread ( sorry not sorry) 1507 wordcount

◜ ᴗ ◝ 　i was planning on writing nerd!riwoo, but brainfog took over me and i wrote this instead ♡ reblogs and likes are appreciated!

myung jaehyun ♡s cheek kisses he was originally a sucker for kisses on the lips, but after seeing the smile that you give him every time he kisses you on the cheek, he couldn’t help but fall in love with kissing your cheek. don’t even get him started when you kiss him back, he basically crumbles every time you do. he loves it when the two of you are cuddling and he has his face oh so close to yours, he just can’t help himself and presses a swift kiss on your cheek. ♡ “baby i’m going to the mall,” you giggled, bag in hand as you stood at the front of the door. all jaehyun could do was smile as you looked so cute, he leaned his head against the wall as a little smile creeped up his lips. “you look really pretty,” he cooed, smirking like a dork as he walked towards you. “oh really?” you batted back, trying your best to look coy. “yes, how could i not think so!” he chuckled. “be safe, okay? make sure to call me if you need anything.” he hummed, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. you nodded, turning the doorknob. “love you, jae” you sang, making him practically fall backwards.

park sungho ♡s wrist kisses sungho likes two things when it comes to physical touch, hand-holding and kissing your wrists. in his words “it’s way less awkward for me to kiss your wrists in public than kissing your lips,” even though it draws more attention than kissing, he wants to be “different”. it’s super cute when the two of you are outside and he clasps your hands in his—trying his hardest to warm your freezing hands, only for him to press his soft lips on your wrist. ♡ you were in the middle of trying out all of the cosmetics you bought from your local drug store, bottles of creams and oils scattered all over your bed. “what are you trying out now?” sungho hummed, curiosity all over his face. “i’m using this handcream, it’s vanilla scented and super smooth. honestly— it was worth it,” you rambled as you rubbed the cream in. sungho paid attention to each word you said as he stood in front of you. “come smell it” you cheered, raising your hand for him to hold. sungho bent his head down a bit to smell it, his eyes locked on yours with a cute smile on. “smells really nice, y’know i should buy it..” he said, holding your hand with such care. “it smells so good” he hums, pressing chaste kisses on your wrist before letting your arm fall down. “good, we can go back there and buy it together.”

lee riwoo ♡s hand kisses this man is like cornfield levels of corny, so don’t be surprised when he jokes about being a gentleman. at first, he would kiss the back of your hand as a “funny” joke, but little did he know he would actually enjoy kissing your hand. whenever you’d come home he would always kiss your hand with a stupid smile attached to his face, giggling to himself about how silly he was. as no surprise to you, you actually became fond of his little joke, even if it was 1000 days old. ♡ riwoo jumped for joy as you brought groceries home, smiling like a dork as he ran over to hold the bags. “i’m so thankful that you brought food home, i am starving!” he sighed in relief, placing the bags on the counter. “you’re welcome,” you chuckled, sliding your slippers off before walking to the kitchen. “soo, what do you wanna eat? we could honestly eat a snack, and then we can cook later.” you spoke up, hoping that your idea fancied him. “yeah sure, i can wait a few more hours before eating,” he smiled, his hands taking the food out of the bags before putting them away. you nodded. as you walked over to the sink to wash your hands, riwoo grabbed your hand softly, holding your fingers in his hand before kissing your hand. “ohmygod! riwoo, i didn’t wash my hand, do you know how gross that is…” you stared at him in shock, “well… if i get sick, you’ll take care of me, right?” you sighed, you knew damn well you would.

han taesan ♡s top of the head kisses lets cut to the chase. he is way taller than you, so it’s just so convenient to kiss you on the top of the head. that is the only reason he could come up with. plus, he can do it in public and no one would bat an eye cause he can just rest his head on top of yours after. he just loves how you don’t mind him doing that to you. he likes not feeling super embarrassed after kissing you, and you like how he touches you, so it clearly is a win-win situation. ♡ the two of you stood in the moving subway, holding onto the handle as you awaited your stop. taesan stood behind you, hand resting on your waist, holding you near him. you pulled your phone from your jacket pocket and opened the camera app to use it as your mirror. you stared at your phone as you fixed your shirt’s collar, making sure it popped the way you liked it. as you were busy fixing your outfit, taesan rested his chin on your head, watching you. you didn’t even realize he kissed your head multiple times. it just felt so natural, so you didn’t say anything and let him do it. taesan turned you around and mindlessly fixed your outfit—smoothning it out and helping you with your collar once and for all. “thank you, sannie” you whispered, making him smile. you turned around again and embraced his hand in yours. kim leehan ♡s thigh kisses this sounds really shocking, but truly hear me out. leehan likes any kiss in general, he will smother you in thousands of kisses. but something so intimate about kissing your thighs—it drives him wild. it isn’t even inherently sexual either, he just loves it when you let him kiss your thighs as it’s super rare for you to let him do it. he obviously cherishes the moment in his heart. ♡ a random show was playing as filler noise as you laid in your bed with leehan, scrolling through your phone as you wrapped your body around him. you turned your phone off after a bit of usage and placed it on your dresser. you turned to face your boyfriend again and smiled. leehan stared at you, his eyes lazy from sleep trying to take him. “ihan, you’re so cute” you muttered, kissing his nose. he giggled softly before yawning. you squeezed him with all of your strength. “you give me such bad cuteness aggression, what is your secret” you hummed, tracing your finger down his chest. “i’m not sure,” he whispered. you continued to squeeze him, the both of your bodies moving around in the bed. you finally let go after a bit and your leg was over his neck. “you’re crushing me with your leggg” he whined, moving you closer to him, making your thigh rest over his face. “and this isn’t crushing you?” you scoffed jokingly, shaking your head as a smug smile rested on his lips. without a word, a kiss landed on the back of your thigh, making you giggle. “do it again,” you laughed, and he complied, kissing you over and over again. 

kim woonhak ♡s lip kisses he’s new to relationships and very inexperienced when it comes to those kind of things. so, to keep it simple in his mind he just sticks to kissing your lips. besides, his lips are so kissable. who wouldn’t kiss him!? it could be cute pecks to making out with him, it doesn’t matter to him. as long as you kissed him he doesn’t care about anything else in the world. ♡ you sat on the bleachers as you watched woonhak play basketball, eyes glued onto him as he ran across the court, chasing the ball and trying his hardest to steal it from his opponent. you videoed him on your phone and tried your hardest to capture all the good moments of the match. as it reached the final minutes of the game and his team winning, you knew it was going to be alright. in a flash, woonhak stole the ball from the guy and ran to their net, “YES WOONHAK RUN!!!!!” you screamed, standing up and shouting at him to shoot. in no one’s surprise he shoots and scores, ending the game and winning for the team. you ran down the bleachers and without a doubt, woonhak ran over to you and hugged you, kissing you and squeezing your body with his. “i’m so freaking happy for you!” you cheered, making him smile like a dork. you kissed him once again and hugged him.

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[rikirush]

Niki loves using you

Niki loves using you like this, loves how you sink down on him.

The sheer heat of you wrapped tight around his cock after too damn long apart damn near steals his breath. He’d been starved for the feel of you, that slick, snug clutch only your body gives him, and now you’re straddling his lap, riding him deep and slow, your thighs trembling against his hips.

His big hands grip your ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding your movements. He lifts you just enough to feel the delicious drag of him pulling out, then shoves you back down, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrates through both of you. Jesus. The wet, hot velvet of your cunt swallows him whole every time.

"Look at you," he rasps. His eyes are locked on yours, burning with a hunger that makes your belly clench tight around him. "Taking me so deep, pretty girl. You feel that? All of me… right where I belong."

He helps you lift, then slams your hips back down, forcing a high, broken whine from your throat. "Yeah… just like that. Fucking beautiful."

His thumbs press into the base of your spine, pushing you into a faster rhythm. "So damn good for me. Squeezing me just right. My good girl." Every word is a low rumble against your skin, feeding the fire coiling low in your belly.

You’re a moaning mess, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each rough descent onto his thick cock.

The pleasure builds fast, too fast, a tidal wave cresting inside you. You sob his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Niki… God… it’s too much… feels too good…" Your voice is a ragged plea, trembling on the edge of surrender.

His grip tightens impossibly on your ass, fingers biting into flesh. "Too much?" he growls, bucking his hips up to meet your next downward plunge, hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

“No, baby. You can take it. You love it. Feel how your greedy little cunt sucks me back in?" He starts moving up harder, faster, his hands controlling your body completely now, slamming you down onto his driving cock with relentless force. "My perfect little fuck toy," he breathes against your ear, the words hot. "Made just for this cock."

The intensity is shattering. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks—tears of pure, overwhelming sensation.

Niki sees them glistening in the low light. With a rough sound caught between a groan and a growl, he surges up, capturing a salty drop with the swipe of his tongue against your cheekbone.

The gesture is shockingly tender against the brutal rhythm of his hips pounding into you.

"That’s it," he murmurs, licking away another tear, his breath hot on your damp skin. "Give it all to me.”

He doesn’t slow down. He drives harder, deeper, each powerful thrust bottoming out inside you, stretching you impossibly full, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside your choked cries and his ragged breaths.

A deep tears from his chest as he locks one arm like an iron bar across your lower back and the other hand grips your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Gonna fill you up," he moans, the words desperate. "Mark you deep inside." You feel him swell, pulse, then erupt. Hot jets of his cum flood you.

At the same moment, his teeth sink hard into the tender curve where your neck meets your shoulder—a sharp bite that sends a jolt of pure electric shock straight to your clit.

He holds you there, pinned by his teeth and his cock as he empties himself into your clenching pussy, his entire body rigid with the force of his release. His low moan vibrates against your neck, a sound of utter satisfaction as he fills you with everything he has.

[mwotgata]

all i wanna do is be with you. ꨄ.. ⠀⠀ot6 x reader. phone calls when you're miles apart.

a/n: gn!reader for all except for taesan's because he calls you 'good girl' once lol. also suggestive for taesan's and maybe leehan's hehe. idk ihanie's one is kinda tame but he does have his shirt off...!

#성호 SUNGHO

you watch as sungho mumbles something about his schedule between his bites of steak and vegetables, your own morning cereal untouched as you cup your chin and watch him busy himself with his dinner through the screen of your phone propped up against the salt shakers.

“your cereal is gonna be soggy.”

sungho’s voice eventually breaks you out of your stupor and you shake yourself awake, eyes blink as sungho’s blonde hair and smile unblurs in your vision and sharpens into view.

“i like watching you eat,” you mutter, poking at your milk and cereal with your spoon.

sungho leans forward, shuffling his chair forward as he pushes his plate and utensils away, “you’ll be late for work. eat.”

you reluctantly obey, shoveling the rest of your cereal - that’s already soggy anyways - into your mouth as sungho watches.

tastes like cardboard, you want to say over the clinking of your spoon, but everything does when sungho has to go thousands of miles away from you - you swear he sucked a little bit of colour away from your life with him.

sungho watches you take another bite, his turn to watch you as he leans on his arm and stares at you through his own tiny screen.

“miss you,” he eventually says, after you’ve swallowed your last bite of milk and cornflakes.

“miss you too,” you answer softly, placing your finger against the screen like you can reach for him through the glass, “at least it’s easier when we do it like this.”

he laughs humorlessly, hovering his finger against his own phone in the same place as yours. the two of you watch each other breathe.

“i should go get ready,” you mumble.

“yeah,” sungho agrees, “i should i get ready for bed.”

but neither of you move, and sungho sucks in a breath in that way where he has something to say but is wondering whether he should say it.

“sorry about this,” he eventually settles on, “can’t believe i’m eating dinner and you’re eating breakfast.”

you watch him shift slightly - distances compressed into pixels and numbers through a screen.

“not your fault,” you say back, “timezones suck.”

“they do,” he agrees, nodding. he glances at the clock on the wall behind him through the screen.

“go get ready,” he reminds you, “you’ll be late.”

you sigh, drawing away from the phone, “okay, okay. sleep well?”

“always better when i’ve seen your face,” he says, and he can’t stop the smile tugging on his lips, “talk tonight?”

“tonight,” you promise.

#리우 RIWOO

“babe, look!” you pull the phone away from your face as riwoo flips his camera around, the fireworks in view lighting up your dim room in bursts of colour and light.

“woah, pretty,” you breathe out, mesmerised by the rhythmic explosions of fireworks across your screen.

“right?” riwoo’s voice crackles over your speaker, “it’s the special version to celebrate new years! wish you were here to see it…”

your chest aches again - it’s always the same feeling that bubbles up with every wishing you were here you exchange with your boyfriend.

you pull the phone back towards yourself as riwoo flips the camera back around. you can see the fireworks reflected in his eyes as he looks up at the sky. his orange hair is slightly mussed, messy like he rushed out without bothering to fix it, and he’s wearing the hoodie you gifted him when you first started dating - the one whose hoodie has been chewed through by daebak.

“me too,” you admit softly, watching an amber firework fan out behind his head, casting shadows across his face, “but this is nice too. at least i get to see it.”

the phone shuffles on riwoo’s end, and he settles on some kind of bench, the camera jostles slightly in his hold before steadying.

“it's not the same though,” he says, but there’s no bitterness in it, “i want to hold your hand while we watch, and then i can give you my jacket when you feel cold.”

you laugh, a small, breathless sound, “you would be cold then.”

“we can share,” he dismisses, shrugging. you can hear the smile in his voice. the fireworks pause for a brief intermission and the call falls silent - stretched by the distance that’s actually between you two.

“tell me what it feels like,” you say suddenly, “out there.”

riwoo’s eyes drift as he thinks.

“cold,” he finally says, his eyes settling back onto your face glowing on his screen, “smells like grass. very smoky. a lot of people around. they need to start making phones that let you smell things - that way you could smell it yourself.”

you smile at his suggestion - at the way he’s trying to solve the unsolvable.

“well, until they invent that,” you say softly, “i guess i’m stuck with you describing it to me.”

riwoo shakes his head with a chuckle, “guess so.”

another firework blooms behind him, sparkling to life and painting everything gold. he doesn’t peel away from the phone to watch it, instead studying you watching him, and somehow that feels more important than the fireworks show behind him.

“stay on the call?” you ask, even though the sun is barely peaking over the horizon and you haven’t slept a wink.

“yeah,” he agrees immediately, shifting so you see the sky behind him - the best of both worlds, somehow compressed onto one small screen, “i’ll stay.” 

and so you do. you stay in the darkness of your room while he sits on that bench under the fireworks. he keeps talking - about the people around him, what he’s planning to do tomorrow, what he ate - and you listen.

this is enough, you think to yourself, watching the fireworks that blossom in his eyes and listening to his voice over the speaker of your phone.

it’s not the same as holding his hand, but for now, it’s enough.

#명재현 MYUNG JAEHYUN

“did you fall asleep?”

jaehyun’s voice jolts you out of your half-asleep state and you crack open an eye to see jaehyun sprawled across his bed, face cuddled up to the screen so much you can only see his eyes.

“no,” you clear your voice, “did you finish showering?”

“mhm,” jaehyun replies, “did i wake you up?”

you shake your head against your pillow, “i was waiting for you anyways.”

jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and you know he’s smiling even if you can’t see the curve of his lips.

“you should sleep,” he murmurs softly - in the same tone he uses when he’s lying next to you in bed - soft and quiet, like he’s personally lulling you to bed. you smile at how he’s the same even though he’s no longer physically here, but oceans apart and existing together in the liminal space of a video call.

“not used to you not being here,” you finally admit, curling your hands into your blankets, “it’s cold.”

the confession slips out of you easily in the dark, and you shift onto your side, mirroring his position as your pillow smushes against your cheek.

there’s a pause on the other end - long enough you move to tap the screen just to make sure the call didn’t freeze. but then you hear him breathe: a soft, deliberate exhale.

“i know,” jaehyun whispers, his voice cracking slightly, like say it physically tears him apart, “i know, my love.”

he shifts backwards, and now you can see a bite more of his face - his damp hair, the way his skin is still flushed from the heat of the shower. he looks so warm, so fluffy, and completely out of reach through a glass screen.

“wish i could be there,” jaehyun continues quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, “wish i could just get in bed with you and keep you warm the way i’m supposed to.”

you giggle softly into your pillowcase, even though it’s tinged in regret and longing. you’ve had this conversation before - a million times - over the phone, in bed, when you’re just lounging on the couch; it never gets easier, the truth of what you’re both missing, what distance has taken from you. 

“you’re keeping me warm right now,” you finally say, “you’re here, aren’t you? even if it’s separated by a screen and oceans.”

“always,” jaehyun says immediately, “i’ll always be here.”

"then that enough for me," you say, "but you have to make it up when you get back."

jaehyun laughs softly, "i'll make it up and then some more."

he pulls his pillow closer, settling deeper into his bed, “go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. same as always.”

he gives you that smile that always makes your stomach flutter and you give a smile back that’s probably overly giddy and dopey. you ask your heart to stop drumming so fast and settle back into your own pillows.

“goodnight,” you whisper.

“goodnight, my love.”

you blow a kiss through the screen and he catches it, placing a hand over the place where his heart is.

#태산 TAESAN

“so, what do you think? is it cute enough for dinner?”

you smooth down the skirt of your dress and try not to look awkward when presenting yourself to your boyfriend through the screen of your phone, stood up against your water bottle on the dresser.

“give me a twirl,” he demands, a hand over his mouth as he leans forward and squints at your outfit.

you do as he says, giggling to yourself as you do a slow twirl.

"sooo?" you tilt your head.

taesan shifts in his seat, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.

“yeah - um… it looks good. great, even.”

he bites his bottom lip and his voice drops to a lower octave, “wish i wasn’t in some stupid hotel on the literal other side of the planet right now. you look way too cute.”

you laugh again, turning back to the mirror as you tug on the hem again, “you’re just saying that.”

“i’m not,” you can hear the pout in his voice, “stop playing with it.”

you let your hands fall and regard yourself in the mirror - you think you look good - like you always do. you cock your head as you think about how taesan sees you, through his tiny phone screen, miles and miles away.

“you like me too much,” you eventually say, voice light and teasing.

“yeah, i do,” taesan’s voice is rough and unashamed, “come closer - to the camera.”

you hestitate, before taking a slow step towards your phone. his expression on your phone shifts - eyes darker as his jaws tighten.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he breathes out.

“doing what?” you frown.

he lets out a breath that’s sounds like a laugh.

“cancel dinner.”

your breath stutters, “taesan -”

“i’m serious,” his voice is rough now, quieter, “cancel it and talk to me properly. take the phone back to your bedroom.”

the way he says bedroom makes your stomach dip.

you reach out slowly and pick up your phone, carrying it toward the bedroom as you try not to steal too many glances at him. but you can see him following the movement on his screen, tracking you, and he doesn’t say anything at all - just sits back and watches as you nearly drop your phone in anticipation.

you sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with your phone until both you and your sheets are in sight.

he breathes quietly, and gives you a dangerous, patient smile.

“good girl,” he says softly, “now - show me what else you’re wearing.”

#이한 LEEHAN

“kim leehan!” you shriek, slapping your palms over your eyes, “i’m not going to watch you shower!”

leehan stops, his shirt halfway off. he drops his shirt as he pads over back to his phone propped up against a wall of the bathroom.

“but you said you’d stay on call with me!” he pouts, his eyes wide as he drinks in your flustered state.

“well, yeah!” you fan yourself with a hand, your eyes still squeezed shut, “but not like this!”

“it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” leehan blinks.

“it’s different!”

“how is it different?”

“because -” you splutter, “because it’s different! you give me a warning!”

leehan tilts his head, like he’s genuinely confused and you’re the one being unreasonable and demanding, “i thought the shower running was the warning.”

“that’s not -” you press your palm harder against your eyes, “that’s not a warning! i didn’t know you were gonna take your shirt off!”

he laughs, in that bright & easy way that makes it very difficult to be mad at him. you hear the soft thud of his shirt hitting the floor through the phone speakers.

“okay, okay,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “i’ll keep the curtain closed, happy?”

“just tell me when you’re done!” you yell, eyes closed.

there’s a brief moment of silence and you hear the swish of his shower curtains opening and drawing shut.

“done,” leehan’s voice is still teasing behind the curtain.

you crack open an eye cautiously and gasp.

“you lied to me!”

leehan is leaning against the bathroom counter, decidedly not behind a shower curtain, arms crossed and looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just ambushed and tricked you within the past five minutes. you can't help but gape at the scene on your screen, his hair tousled and shirt notably not on.

“i know you like what you see,” he teases and you splutter, peeling your eyes away.

“so what if i do? and - and that’s not the point!”

“what’s the point then?”

“the point is -” you search for the right words, “is that we have a system!”

“a system,” leehan muses.

“yes! you warn me and i - i look away… or don’t.”

he hums, tilting his head the other way, “so if i had said something like - hey, i’m about to shower, stay on call with me - you would’ve said that's fine?”

you open your mouth.

you close your mouth.

he raises an eyebrow, smug grin displayed over his face.

“... that’s not the point either,” you mutter defeatedly.

#운학 WOONHAK

“hehe, babe, look - you’re a potato!”

woonhak’s display jostles as he presses on the various filters on the app, cycling through turning you into potatoes, green screened into outer space, and ridiculous filters that make your eyes too big or forehead huge.

you try to muffle the laughter that escapes you, even as your face distorts into something ridiculous on the screen. the camera catches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile that even a filter can't wipe off.

“you are a very cute potato,” you tease woonhak as he bobs his head up and down to play with filter.

“you too,” woonhak replies. his grin grows wider as he clicks to another filter, this one giving both of you alien antennae.

you yawn involuntarily, all too aware of the time difference. woonhak’s afternoon bleeds into your midnight, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. the stolen minutes before his schedule picks up or yours does grows sparser by the day, and you cradle your phone like it’s your lifeline. 

“okay, one more before i go to bed,” you say quietly, careful not to tick off your flatmate sleeping next door. 

you see woonhak lean closer to his phone, only the top of his hair visible as you hear him tap the screen of his phone.

he finds one that gives you a flower crown and makes everything pink and sparkly.

“that’s how you look to me!” woonhak exclaims, far too proud of his confession.

“with a flower crown and pink sparkly aura?” you raise an eyebrow.

“yeah!” woonhak laughs, “whenever i look at you - it’s like you have an automatic filter in real life.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you say, but a smile dances on your lips and your chest squeezes - the kind that comes with missing someone in the best way.

“you just reduce me to some kind of idiot,” his expression softens as he looks at you through the screen.

you hold each other’s gaze until a notification pops up reminding you both that the call is still recording and you laugh again.

"i should sleep," you say mournfully.

"yeah," woonhak taps his screen, "it's late - you need to rest."

he watches as you finally place down your phone, next to your pillow as you lie back down.

“goodnight, hakie,” you murmur.

“goodnight, beautiful. dream of me,” he replies.

neither of you move to hang up just yet, content with letting the seconds run out until sleep claims you or his schedule catches up.

inspired by that one picture woonhak posted of him and taesan lmao exposing myself as a hsm fan... somehow wrote this in like an hour WOW i am lonely.

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