this ask
while ur looking at me.
contents; &t hyung line x reader, scenario, mutual masturbation/mentions of vouyerism, soft top!k, top!fuma, switch!nicho, bottom!ej, mentions of tying up, needy huzz, afab!reader/fem!reader, very quick reads, little description, SMUT SMUT SMUT, written in one sitting! not proofread, my apologies!
warnings.; entirely smut! slight bdsm content. mdni please!
wc; 1084.
K– his hands felt heavy at his sides. palms resting on the messy sheets beneath you both. stripped into nothing but his sweats, laid back on your shared beds headboard. chest heaving with quiet pants– sharp inhales. there you sat. just barely a foot away, gorgeous in that skimpy nightdress you'd bought forever ago. k was trying his hardest not to lose it, gaze trained down on your wandering hand– eyes half-lidded and low. unhurried to help. unhurried to ease the raging hard-on resting heavy on his thigh. you bit down onto your bottom lip, instinct driving a small whine to rip past your lips. careful. precise. like a taunt to his already tense form. you shifted your palm a little higher, fingers knuckle deep and casting sharp shudders up your spine. a beat after, your thumb met your clit, eyebrows knitting down in focus. a moan ripped from your throat, lips parting and expression practically melting. you could feel it. his eyes seering holes into your body. watching. his jaw tightened. god, k couldn't take it. a shuffle echoed past the silent rooms walls, then his own soft moan. peeking past your lashes, head tilting forward a little, you spotted him again. k's hand worked fast, quick, hurried and purposefully messy. strokes half even and his wrist twisting slightly. tip weeping down his knuckles, sweats yanked carelessly– barely down. “god..” he panted back, finally letting his own stare fleet up. eye contact. heavy. hot. “...keep going for me.” he added after a heavy beat, your lips trembling with effort.
FUMA– fuma was confident with his stare, hand already wrapped around himself, stroking slowly– thumb swiping over his beaded tip as you shuffled into position on the nearby bed. waiting. the room dimly lit into a single warm lamp in the far corner. it felt awkward. nothing but his t-shirt enveloping you.. his eyes low and dark, watchful and focused directly onto you. you shuddered, finally lying back, easing onto your elbows behind you. “like this?” a small mumble, meek and nervous. he nodded. you started. a beat passed, your hands slowly slid down, fingers creeping down to where you needed him. so fucking badly. shame washed over you like a tsunami, you were soaked, unsurprisingly. heat began gnawing up your spine and settling heavy in your cheeks. embarrassed. thats all you felt. a small whimper slid past your lips, quickly echoed by a soft groan. fuck, was fuma enjoying this? the way you barely touched yourself so openly, thighs twitching and parted like a promise? your fingers dipped a little deeper, body shuddering off instinct. fuma murmured soft praises from his seat nearby, the sound of you both mimicking off the walls. heavy and unhurried. somehow worse than if he wasnt here. “cant..” you whispered, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut. fingers curling up and then out– soaked. the sound wrapped around you both. a shuffle of his hand speeding up, his voice barely broken inbetween heavy breaths before he spoke. “just watch me, pretty. you can do it.” this was gonna kill you.
NICHOLAS– nicholas had suggested it first. his lips drawn into a tight line over his sharp features, wrists joined together by one of his old belts. placed in his lap. he looked far from embarrassed, more on the willing side as you settled beside him, thighs pressing together admist the dim lighting. red led lights shone bright from under your shared bed, bodies barely illuminated from the sharp glow. “you sure?” you pondered meekly, glancing at him before down at your own legs, already parting greedily. a veiw for him and him only. “more than sure.” nicholas hummed easily back, leaning himself back onto the headboard more– the mattress creaking weakly below you two. a few beats passed, your hands slid lower. fingers raking over skin so deliciously. like an unkempt promise. his wrists shifted, achingly hard dick resting against them like a taunt. a shudder shot up your spine as your fingers teased at yourself, head swiveling away off instinct to hide your expression. eyes half-lidded, needy, eyebrows knit down in concentration. it felt almost right to be watched like this. “keep going..” he panted from just beside you, broken and weak behind a soft plea. his own arms shifting as he barely let his hips twitch up– bound wrists rubbing against himself. searching for a touch he needed so fucking desperately. minutes soared past, your body melting further into the sheets, soon finding yourself whining repeated pleas. whimpering like you were desperate. god, he was watching. his own soft groans echoing along your own. like some sort of sick melody. “fuck you look so good..” he managed past heavy gasps, fighting back the urge to rut at his arms. unsurprisingly, you both finished in rhythm, barely getting a chance to process it before you were back at it like horny animals.
EUIJOO– his hands clenched at his sides, nothing but an undone button-up shirt, loosely hung around him. on his knees. watching as you sat right before him on the edge of the bed. like a tease. euijoo swallowed hard, already leaking like some virgin, eyes trained on the way you spread your legs. the way you whispered for him to keep his eyes on you. the way you let your fingers inch down unhurriedly. fuck this was destroying. every beat had him halfheartedly twitching his hips up, desperate for friction. for anything. as soon as your fingers just barely met your clit, you shuddered. heavy and hot and just so damn needy. euijoo whined, then reached for himself, mentally cursing at himself for being so god damn easy. so god damn predictable. you sped up, he followed. your thighs barely began to squeeze shut, he groaned and glanced up at you. like clockwork, he couldn't hold himself. couldn't keep himself from just losing his shit. every time. stroking at himself in long and messy jolts, he tilted his head forward– chin resting featherlight onto your knee. like a puppy. panting hard, breathing heavy. his hair a tousled mess over his half-lidded eyes, eyebrows weakly knit up, lips parted and body twitching forwards. euijoo was beautiful like this, his wrist twisting in turn with every stroke, watching the way your fingers slid and ventured between your folds. feeling. touching. you were absolutely soaked. where his face was supposed to be buried. “please… please..” he whimpered past a wave of shame, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot up his spine.
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