♡⊹₊˚ B2P Members walking in on you ₊˚⊹♡
Request
Genre: Smut MDNI 18+
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Mutual masturbation themes, Voyeurism/exposure, Partner watching/encouraging, Dom/sub dynamics, Teasing Dirty talk, Possessiveness/jealous undertones, Overstimulation (implied in some), Marking, Slight humiliation kink (in some), Aftercare/comfort
Junseo
You hadn’t expected him back so soon, so when Junseo quietly unlocked the door, the last thing he thought he’d find was you sprawled across the bed, hand buried between your thighs, breath uneven and lips parted.
He froze in the doorway for just a second—not because he was embarrassed, but because the sight of you like that knocked the air right out of him. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and hunger as he stepped inside.
“Really?” His voice was low, a little teasing. “You couldn’t wait for me?”
Your whole body went hot, scrambling to pull the blanket up, but Junseo didn’t let you hide. He came closer, pulling the cover back with an easy confidence. His gaze stayed locked on you, not flustered, not fumbling—just steady, like he wanted to memorize every detail.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, one hand brushing your cheek before sliding to your jaw, holding you still so you couldn’t shy away. “You know you don’t have to do this alone,” he murmured. His tone wasn’t judgmental—it was matter-of-fact, like he was stating something obvious.
Your heart was racing, expecting him to laugh or pull away, but instead he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, letting you feel his calmness bleed into you. “Next time,” he said against your mouth, “call me. I want to be the one to make you feel good.”
It wasn’t shy or playful—it was a quiet promise, and the way he held you afterward, thumb brushing over your skin, made the room feel soft again despite the heat still hanging between you.
Leo
You hadn’t even heard the front door open—too lost in the rhythm of your own hand, soft moans spilling into the quiet of the room. By the time Leo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, you were already flushed and needy, completely unaware of him watching.
A low chuckle broke the silence. “Wow,” he drawled, his smirk sharp. “Guess I know what you do when I’m not around.”
You jolted, nearly falling off the bed in shock. “Leo—”
But he was already striding over, snatching your wrist before you could pull away. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but underneath the teasing was heat—undeniable, hungry. “Don’t stop now,” he whispered, pushing your hand back down. “I wanna see.”
Your face burned, but the way he hovered over you, lips brushing your ear, made resistance impossible. He kissed down your neck lazily, savoring your reaction. “God, you’re cute when you’re desperate,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “But you should’ve just told me you needed me this bad.”
His teasing didn’t let up, but neither did his touch—he wanted you flustered, wanted to remind you he could make you unravel faster than your own hand ever could. And when you finally gasped his name, he grinned against your skin, satisfied.
“Next time,” he said, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, “don’t waste your energy. I like being the one who makes you fall apart.”
Jia Hao
The room was dim, your breaths shaky as you moved beneath the sheets, too caught up in chasing release to notice the door creak open. When Jiahao stepped inside, his eyes went wide, and he froze mid-step.
For a moment, he just stared—shock written across his face. But then, slowly, his lips curved into a smile, a mix of shy and intrigued.
“Y/N…” His voice was soft, but the way he said your name carried weight. “You really couldn’t wait for me?”
Your face burned as you scrambled to cover yourself, but Jiahao crossed the room quickly, sitting beside you. Instead of pulling the blanket back, he gently touched your cheek, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he said quietly, though there was a new spark in his eyes.
Before you could reply, he leaned in, kissing you sweetly—but the kiss deepened fast, his hand sliding to your waist like he couldn’t hold back anymore. When he pulled away, his expression was softer again, but his words carried a daring edge.
“Next time, let me help,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your lips. “I want to be the reason you feel that good.”
The mix of tenderness and boldness left your chest tight, your embarrassment dissolving into warmth as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close like he’d never let go.
Kangmin
You didn’t even hear him come in, too lost in your own pleasure. Kangmin’s voice cut through the air suddenly, making you jolt.
“Well, well,” he said with a grin, leaning against the doorway. “Look at you.”
Your hand flew away instantly, face heating as you scrambled for the blanket. “Kangmin—”
But he was already laughing, striding over and tugging the cover back with no hesitation. “Don’t stop because of me,” he teased, eyes sparkling. “You looked like you were having a good time.”
You swatted at him, mortified, but Kangmin just caught your wrist, pressing a quick kiss to your palm. “I mean, I get it,” he added with a smirk. “I am hard to resist.”
Your glare only made him chuckle harder. He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours, playful but firm. “Next time, though,” he whispered, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip, “save it for me. I like watching, but I like participating a lot more.”
The way he winked afterward made you groan and bury your face in the pillow, which only made him laugh louder. Still, he tucked you against his chest, pressing soft kisses into your hair until your embarrassment melted into giggles.
With Kangmin, even something so mortifying turned into something warm, light, and full of laughter.
Sangwon
You thought you had enough time before he came home, the hum of your own pleasure filling the silence of the bedroom. But when Sangwon pushed the door open, backpack still hanging from one shoulder, his eyes went wide the second he saw you.
He froze—not because he was embarrassed, but because he couldn’t believe he’d just walked in on that. His cheeks flushed pink, and for a moment he looked torn between covering his eyes and staring.
“Y/N…” His voice cracked a little, softer than usual. “Were you…?”
Your face burned as you fumbled for the blanket, but Sangwon was already crossing the room, sitting gingerly at the edge of the bed. Instead of teasing, his hand reached out to squeeze yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he said, eyes earnest. “It’s okay.”
You expected awkward silence, but instead he leaned closer, brushing his lips against your temple, as if grounding you. “I just… I don’t like the thought of you needing comfort and me not being here,” he admitted shyly, but his hand never let go of yours.
The weight of his sincerity made your chest ache. Even though your body was still flushed from before, the softness in his tone melted away the embarrassment. He pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek, smiling gently. “Next time, let me be the one to take care of you, okay?”
And when you nodded, he wrapped you in his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world—protective, tender, making sure you knew you never had to feel alone in moments like this.
Andrew
The room was quiet except for the sound of your own shaky breaths, your body arching against the sheets as your hand moved between your thighs. You didn’t even hear the door until it shut softly, and when you finally looked up, Andrew was standing there.
His gaze was sharp, heavy, taking in every detail. He didn’t say a word at first—just walked forward, slow and deliberate, until he was at the edge of the bed. The heat in his eyes made you feel pinned in place.
“You’re really going to do this without me?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, low and commanding.
Your lips parted, scrambling for an excuse, but Andrew was already leaning down, bracing one hand by your head. “I don’t mind you needing it,” he continued, tone steady, “but don’t forget who you belong to.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could hide, he caught your wrist, guiding your hand back exactly where it had been. “Finish,” he said softly, eyes locked on yours. “But do it while I’m watching.”
Your whole body went hot under his gaze, every movement magnified by his focus. When you finally collapsed back against the pillows, he kissed you hard, claiming your mouth like he had been waiting for it.
“Next time,” he whispered against your lips, thumb brushing over your chin, “you don’t get to start without me.”
Xinlong
You were caught up in the heat of it, sheets tangled around your legs as you gasped into the quiet. The last thing you expected was Xinlong’s voice drifting in from the doorway, light and amused.
“Well, this is a surprise,” he said with a grin. “Should I leave you to it, or…?”
Your whole body stiffened, face blazing as you tried to sit up, but Xinlong was already strolling over, hands casually in his pockets like he’d walked in on you reading a book. His eyes, though, told a different story—sharp and playful, lingering on you in a way that made your breath catch.
“Don’t look so guilty,” he teased, leaning down until his lips hovered by your ear. “If anything, I’m flattered. Thinking about me, weren’t you?”
The way he said it made your stomach twist, equal parts embarrassment and heat. You pushed at his chest, but he just chuckled, catching your wrist with ease. “Relax,” he said smoothly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I like knowing I can get you this worked up without even being here.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his smile softening. “But next time, don’t do it alone. I’d rather hear those sounds while I’m the one making them.”
And with that, he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, playful but full of promise, leaving you flushed and breathless in his arms.
