enhypen and aftercare ; 엔하이펜
↳ enha x reader · established relationship · PG-13
warnings ; implied intimacy (non-explicit), suggestive positioning, mentions of bathing + caretaking, physical touch, exhaustion, soft domestic vibes. this is all fluff — no explicit content.
synopsis ; tiny drabbles of how each member takes care of you after a long night — warm hands, soft voices, shared blankets, sleepy smiles. gentle teasing, lots of cuddling, and nothing but comfort.
word count ; 1.8k (got carried away...)
a/n ; was thinking about an ot7 piece to spice things up a little...
H E E S E U N G
i feel like he literally pulls you in without thinking
keeps touching you somewhere… shoulder, waist, arm… always
asks “you good?” in a super soft voice (lowkey giving bf asmr LMFAO)
i can imagine him teasing you a bit, making fun of you a bit…
definitely forehead or temple kisses
“just stay here a little longer pretty.. we’ll clean up in a sec..”
voice like honey…
heeseung melts first. he’s reaching for you before your muscles even finish relaxing, pulling you into a loose, warm hug, skin on skin. he rests his chin on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck. “you still alive?” he mumbles, and you can hear the smile in it.
you try to answer, but your voice comes out as more of a whine, and he chuckles. “good,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away from your forehead. he kisses your temple, slow and lingering, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek like he’s memorizing the shape of you.
his hand roams gently — up your spine, across your waist, down your arm — slow, steady strokes meant to ground you. he watches your face soften, eyes half-lidded, and he smiles with that soft expression he only gets when he’s looking at you.
“don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his, “we have to clean up, pretty…” but he holds you tighter, his voice thick with fondness. “but.. we can stay here a little longer…” he says, drifting to sleep himself.
J O N G S E O N G
jay the type of guy who gets water + a snack before you can even catch a mf breath.
drapes a blanket over you like an old married couple thing
touches your back in those slow straight lines??
“no, you don’t have to get up, i’ve got you baby.”
probably makes you sit up on the edge of the bed to eat and drink..
you end up falling asleep on his shoulder though for sure.
jay turns into your dream version of comfort without even realizing it. you’ve been on the bed two seconds and he’s already moving around the room, grabbing water, checking the temperature, finding something for you to snack on, all while muttering, “just stay there, i’ve got it.” you won’t admit it, but it’s your favorite part of the night.
he settles beside you and his whole body softens, like the second he’s near you he can finally relax. his hand finds your back, tracing slow, even lines up your spine that make your shoulders loosen instantly. “hey,” he says, voice low, eyes scanning your face for any tiny sign he missed. “you feeling okay, honey?”
when you nod, smiling softly, he laces your fingers together casually. except it’s not casual, not when it’s him. he squeezes once, relieved. “good,” he murmurs, then smirks. “knew you would be. you’re tougher than you look.” you shove him for this, but he only smiles harder.
J A K E
he gets so soft it’s crazy
it’s like he turns into a golden retriever in real time
keeps brushing your hair out of your face so he can see you fully
definitely got a stupid grin on his face while looking at you struggling to stay awake.
“you good? you sure? positive? no seriously tell me if anything feels weird”
definitely wraps you in one of his big hoodies
the type to watch you sleep peacefully… creepy or cute?? you pick
ends up holding your hand the entire time without realizing
jake gets this gentle, glowy look in his eyes that you swear only appears during moments like this. he’s immediately leaning over you, brushing your hair out of your face with the lightest touch, eyes scanning your expression like he’s reading a secret language. “you look so pretty like this, princess,” like he’s still flirting with you despite your exhaustion…
he’s between your legs, laying down flat, hugged gently by your thighs. his head rests on your lower stomach, staring up at you with glittery eyes while he watches your chest rise and fall.
“gimme a second,” his voice is soft and barely audible. he gets up, fumbling around the room for a moment before coming back with one of his hoodies. he pulls it over your head, tugging the sleeves down your arms for you, fingers lingering at your wrists. “there,” he murmurs, smiling proudly. he gets back in bed beside you,
you rest your head against his shoulder and he exhales, tension melting off him. “thank you my love,” he whispers. as you drift off, you can feel the way his thumb rubs your knuckles, slow and steady.
S U N G H O O N
quiet the entire time, but not in the awkward way…
soft, focused, gentle
“hey… don’t get up, i’ve got you sweet girl.”
wipes you down himself, super careful, super patient
warm damp washcloth, slow strokes,,, gentle hands…
kisses your forehead and cuddles you, arm around your waist
hand placement HEHEHE
sunghoon is angelic. quiet and steady… it makes your chest ache in the best way. the minute you even try shifting up, he’s already shaking his head, brushing a hand over your thigh to keep you still. “hey… no, sweetheart. you’re exhausted. let me do it.” it’s a whisper, barely more than breath, like raising his voice would break you.
he moves around the room silently but decisively, stepping into the bathroom and grabbing a warm washcloth, wringing it out just right. he kneels beside you, thumb brushing your skin before he starts wiping your thighs with slow, careful strokes. every touch is light as a feather.
“you’re okay,” he murmurs whenever your eyes flutter open, “just relax, i’m right here.”
when he’s done, he finds one of his big t-shirts and eases it over your head, tugging it down gently so you don’t have to move. he presses a kiss to your forehead afterward, soft and warm, lingering just a second too long.
only when you’re clean, warm, and settled does he slip under the covers, pulling you into his chest like it’s second nature. his arm loops around your waist, his nose nuzzling into your hair.
“sleep,” he whispers, voice so soft you barely catch it, “i’ll take care of the rest later.”
S U N O O
yknow i’m sick and tired of the sunoo sub allegations.
“angel, don’t move, you’re tired— let me handle it, okay?”
def gets you skincare, lip balm, water, blanket… all in one trip
puts on a show that the two of you have rewatched like 60 times
constantly brushing your hair out of your face
kisses your cheek or jaw whenever you get sleepy
holds you against his chest and you fall asleep listening to his heartbeat…
sunoo’s form of aftercare has you feeling better than you’d felt even before the fun. the second he sees your eyes flutter, he cups your cheeks gently, thumbs brushing your skin. “angel,” he whispers, voice full of that soft warm honey tone only he has, “don’t get up yet. you’re tired. just let me take care of you.”
he moves with surprising precision – one trip and he’s back with water, a warm washcloth, lip balm, and his laptop with your favorite guilty pleasure show already queued up and ready to watch. he talks to you the whole time, quiet and reassuring. “you were amazing… just relax now, yeah?”
he brushes your hair out in soft strokes, pausing whenever you shift. a gentle massage for your neck and back to relieve the tension you gained from whatever position you’d done earlier. “hold still, lovie,” he murmurs, smiling when your eyes get heavy. he kisses your cheek once, twice, then again because he can’t help it. when he’s finally done, he wraps you in the blanket, climbs beside you, and hums under his breath.
J U N G W O N
i see jungwon as more of a “let’s do it together” kinda fella.
similar to sunoo in the self care aspect methinks…
very mutual care…
totally wants to talk to you the entire time but is lowkey too tired… vice versa, too..
warm and tender loving hehe
super soft and gentle, nothing rushed.
jungwon makes a conscious effort to do everything with you. he doesn’t take over or push you aside, he moves with you, breath to breath, step to step. “come here,” he murmurs, slipping an arm around your waist, “let’s clean up together, okay?” his voice is so gentle that you melt into his gentle embrace instantly.
he helps you to the bathroom, steady and sure, letting you lean on him. he runs the bath warm, swirls the water with his hand, checks the temperature again just to make sure it’s perfect while you sit on the lid of the toilet, knees drawn to your chest as you watch him make it perfect for you.
he gets in the tub first, relaxing completely. he opens his arms, signaling you to join him. and that you do. you get in, sitting between his legs, your back to him. you let your head fall back when he runs his fingers through your hair, slowly lathering the shampoo, delicately rinsing it out…
by the time you’re done, the water’s run room temperature. he wraps a towel around you before even stepping out of the tub himself. “i think it’s bed time, angel…” he says quietly, suppressing a yawn as he looks at you with a gentle smile.
N I S H I M U R A R I K I
riki is SUCH a fake emo!!!
riki becomes sooo quiet after, like all that energy just melts
immediately wraps himself around you
“don’t move yet… just stay with me a second.”
face buried in your shoulder or neck, breathing you in
helps you clean up but ONLY if he can keep touching you somehow
cuddles so close you can barely tell where you end and he begins
riki goes still. he pulls you into his chest without hesitation, arms tightening around your waist. his face tucks into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin. “don’t move,” he mumbles, voice all sleepy gravel, “just stay here a sec.”
you try to sit up, but his hands slide to your hips, thumbs brushing gently. “no, no, i’ve got you,” he says, barely above a whisper. he manages to reach the clean towel hung up on the hook on his door without actually leaving your side once. he helps you clean, constantly in contact with you somehow – one hand on your back, fingers looped through yours, chin resting on your shoulder – he’s completely obsessed with the feeling of your skin on his.
he grabs one of his huge shirts from the back of his desk chair and slips it over your head, smoothing it down your sides with slow, gentle touches. when he sees how it looks on you, he exhales. “cute,” he murmurs like it wasn’t meant to be heard.
back in bed, he pulls you into him again, limbs tangling with yours until he’s basically wrapped around you like a blanket. his nose brushes your jaw, breath warm. “love you.” he murmurs.
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a/n ; a bit different from my normal works but i think i like this
