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"Your Eyes Only." : Sunoo

☾ grouping: Sunoo x afab reader

☾ rating: 18+, explicit content

☾ wc: 14k

☾ content warnings: sadistic dom sunoo!, explicit sex (unprotected), semi-public sex, oral sex (receiving), clothed sex, overstimulation, praise, choking, jealousy, voyeurism (kinda), exhibitionism, slight cum play, slight degradation, jake is suddenly down bad, jungwon isn’t communicating well

☾ summary: Y/n finally gets to see the behind-the-scenes of concert day, and Sunoo shows her around the venue. However, someone keeps messing with her, but she can't even see them.

or, Sunoo is a spirit that can manifest himself wherever he wants, and can choose to be seen or unseen. He gets a thrill out of messing with y/n in front of his bandmates.

☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter three in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!

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Several weeks have gone by since your night with Sunghoon. Thankfully, your neck had fully healed, and there was only a small scar left behind where the older boy had bitten you. Between Heeseung and Sunghoon, you found yourself caught up in intimate situations a few more times than you��d like to admit. Not that you minded the attention from them, you enjoyed it.

Heeseung had pulled you into the shower with him one morning when you had come over to make breakfast before the rest of the boys were awake. You admired his shimmering blue scales in the water, the color shifting slightly as the water trickled over them. He helped you wash your hair, strong hands easing the tension from your scalp. Heeseung was gentle and kind, his personality created a sense of comfort and trust that drew you to him. At the same time, he held a sense of confidence and maturity that allowed him to step into control whenever the situation called for it. It was never a forceful dominance, but reassuring guidance that offered space away from the stress of day to day life. Maybe it was due to his slightly older age compared to his bandmates that gave him this ability, but it was what led you to find comfort in being around him.

Sunghoon’s hand would snake its way up your thigh whenever he sat next to you at the dinner table. His fingers grazed under the hem of your shorts with feigned innocence. You’d press your lips together and reprimand him with a glare as you gently pushed his naughty hand away. His lips would always curve into a mischievous smirk, a silent acknowledgment of your scolding, but you never missed the promise of future attempts that flickered in his dark eyes. He hadn't tried to bite you again; that night still played in your head with vivid clarity. Part of you missed the sharp sting and raw possessiveness Sunghoon had shown you with this act. Maybe he was nervous, afraid of going too far and hurting you.

The boys were busy now, having had a comeback within the past week. You were at the dorm more often now, washing discarded clothes, organizing scattered belongings and spending time cooking for them. Your bed at home, with its promise of undisturbed sleep and peaceful solitude, remained a cherished sanctuary. However, despite the comfort that your apartment offered, it was within the loud, often messy, atmosphere of the dorm that you truly felt at home.

You hadn’t dwelled on the specifics of Jungwon’s intense anger towards Sunghoon that night, you just accepted the explanation that it stemmed from worry and a natural protectiveness over you. The edge in his voice and the tightness of his posture were easily rationalized as concern reaching it’s limit. You also didn’t understand why Jungwon didn’t offer to help you clean up that night, but you figured that Ni-ki just wanted to help, having walked in on the tense situation. After that, life had resumed its familiar rhythm in the days that followed, with both Jungwon and Ni-ki acting as if the heated moment had never occurred. However, you couldn’t help but notice an increase in stolen glances, moments of eye contact that were quickly broken. Although curious, you found this new attention intriguing and amusing.

Somehow, Jungwon has convinced their manager to let you ride with them to their upcoming concert. They typically have at least one showcase and one fan concert every comeback, and this time, you might get to watch from the front. Usually, you end up buying nosebleed seats to support and watch your best friend, because getting good seats seemed nearly impossible, and your luck was awful against dedicated fans. Tickets sold out in mere minutes, and your internet connection just couldn’t stand a chance.

So that’s how you found yourself handing out protein bars and water bottles to the boys as they filed out of the dorm, faces still ridden with sleep. They mingled together outside to wait for the vans to arrive to take them to the venue for their performance today.

Ni-ki and Heeseung wore their hoods up, and black masks obscured their faces. They looked like they would rather die than be awake right now. Dark circles cast shadows under their heavily hooded eyes. You figured they must have been tired from staying up too late playing video games, a good balance between fun and work responsibilities was hard to find. You felt bad for them with the long day ahead.

Sunoo and Sunghoon looked surprisingly awake. They were chatting amongst themselves. Despite the rude awakening that early morning travel brought, they were surprisingly well put together. They were dressed comfortably but well enough for photos, always mindful of the ever present possibility of running into fans. Their hair was neatly styled, and any signs that they had been up late like the two before them had been masked by carefully placed concealer.

Trailing behind them, Jungwon moved with a focused energy, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. He was meticulous, ensuring every member had the necessary items before their departure to the venue. Admiration washed over you as you observed his selfless dedication. His leadership was characterized by profound care for his bandmates, constantly working to make their lives easier, often at the cost of his own well-being. You knew his days were long and his nights short, filled with the unseen tasks of managing their demanding lives. He consistently prioritized his bandmates' needs, a habit that left little room for his own self-care.

Standing patiently by the open doorway, Jay’s eyes were fixed on their leader. He watched Jungwon’s quiet diligence, a silent acknowledgment of the younger member’s tireless efforts. There was a sense of understanding and unspoken camaraderie between them as Jungwon completed his final checks, the weight of responsibility evident in his focused movements.

“Are you excited?” Jake asked, breaking the silence, with a cheerful smile on his face.

“Of course I’m excited!” You replied, "I never get to watch you guys perform up close. It's always from way back in the audience." The idea of watching them perform from just a few feet away was a unique and cherished opportunity.

Jake was visibly tired. His hyperactive spark was just a flicker, but you know it wouldn't be long before he was back to his normal self.

A playful glint entered his eyes. "Make sure you watch me," he insisted, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated confidence. "I'm quite the lady killer on stage, if I do say so myself." His teasing was a familiar comfort, his own way of masking any nerves he held.

Jay, leaning against the doorframe still waiting for their leader, chuckled softly. He secured the lock after Jungwon slipped out from the door. "You sure are something alright," Jay agreed, his tone laced with affectionate mockery.

Jake shot Jay a sharp, indignant look and opened his mouth to launch a counter-attack on his bandmate. However, before he could get more than a word out, their leader’s voice cut through the air.

"Shut up," Jungwon sighed with a hint of exasperation. He stood just outside the doorway. "We haven’t even made it into the van yet, and you two are already at it." The weariness in his voice hinted at the constant balancing act of managing his bandmates' energy and chaos.

Amusement washed over you at Jungwon’s annoyance. You chuckled, feeling sympathy for the young leader tasked with keeping the group grounded and making sure everyone behaved.

Beep. Beep.

The vans had arrived. One van already had the manager and some staff in it. Jungwon and Jay headed to that van, leaving you to get in with the rest of the boys.

You let them all pile into the van before you, patiently waiting as they climbed in one by one. Once you get into the van and look around you realize Sunoo is patting the seat between him and Sunghoon, his bright smile beckoning you to the back. Ni-ki and Heeseung are sitting in the middle row, both already leaning on the cool glass of the window beside them, headphones on and eyes closed in anticipation for a restful nap during the drive. Jake had taken the seat up front next to the driver and was already chatting with him. You could tell they knew each other well as Jake started to yap about their new album promotions, and the older man nodded along with an amused smile. It wouldn’t be long now before Jake’s excitable energy kicked in.

Making your way to the back, you returned Sunoo’s smile and sat down between him and Sunghoon. The comforting scent of their colognes mingled in the close space. As you settled in, Sunghoon reached over, his fingers brushing against yours as he pulled the seatbelt across your lap and helped you buckle it.

“Hi, princess,” Sunghoon’s voice rumbled softly in your ear as he leaned back across you and settled back into his seat. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he met your gaze for a moment.

You eye him, giving him a dirty look that was meant to show your disapproval of the nickname, but you already know it won’t do anything. Sunghoon simply chuckled before settling back into his seat. His eyes were already closed, his long lashes resting against his cheeks. His arms folded across his chest and his head leaning against the headrest, he was ready to join the others in front of him in their effort to nap.

You shake your head and turn to look over to Sunoo, who is already smiling back at you.

“I’m glad you could come to see us perform today, y/n.” He said, brushing his blonde hair out from his eyes.

“I’m glad too! I know you guys are going to do a great job. I’m excited to see the behind-the-scenes stuff too!” You replied.

“It’s going to be a long day, though, please make sure to take care of yourself if you need to rest or eat.” Sunoo chides you. He knew you often didn’t take the time to take care of yourself and wanted to make sure you didn’t overdo it and miss seeing them perform.

“Okay, okay!” You replied, holding your hands up in defeat. “I promise I’ll take care of myself. Thank you for worrying about me, Sunoo.”

Sunoo just nodded in contentment before opening his phone and scrolling through his notifications.

The van started up and began to follow behind the one in front of it. You knew the drive would be a little longer than usual since it was rush hour, so you took out your phone and played a game. You kept the volume down to try not to disturb the sleeping boys around you.

After a little while, you felt your eyelids getting heavy. The bumpiness of the road and the quiet but constant rambling from Jake in the front caused you to doze off. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, each blink lasting longer than the last. You felt it as your head dipped forward, a sudden and embarrassing lurch that snapped you awake. A wave of heat rushed to your face as you straightened up, your eyes darting around the car, hoping that your dozing off had gone unnoticed. To your relief, Sunoo remained absorbed in his phone, his attention seemingly glued to the screen, while Sunghoon was completely still, his head leaning against the window in peaceful slumber.

You sighed, frustrated by the fact that you were already sleepy. The day had just started yet your body demanded rest. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit annoyed by your body's lack of energy.

Sunoo looked over with a raised eyebrow when he heard you sigh. He looked you over once as if trying to figure out why you sighed on his own before he reached up and gently guided your head to rest against his shoulder.

“You can rest y/n.” He murmured softly and without waiting for your response he continued to scroll on his phone.

“Thanks.” you whispered, the word barely audible. You allowed your eyelids to drift closed once more, the soft fabric of Sunoo's shirt a comforting contrast against your cheek.

There was a long period of silence as your mind drifted into rest mode, besides Jake's quiet rambling of course. You started to daydream about various things, letting unconsciousness take hold.

I can’t wait to play with you, babydoll.

An unbodied voice spoke into your head. The words it had spoken dripped with a possessive sweetness that twisted into something sharp and threatening. You mentally shook your head, the weird thought must've been a product of dozing off.

Then, another whisper, laced with cruel anticipation.

I can’t wait to make you fall apart in front of them.

The implication sent a shiver through you. Fall apart? In front of who? The other members? The thought of such vulnerability, exposed and raw before their gazes, was mortifying. Though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. Many scenarios have come into your mind here and there after finding out that they liked you. Scenarios that would stay locked in the safe place of your consciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open. The car was still moving, and you weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for. You looked around but didn’t move. Everyone was still asleep. You instinctively held your breath, acutely aware of the weight of Sunoo’s head on yours and the soft strands of his hair brushing your cheek. You didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace he seemed to have found.

You mentally shook off the disturbing thoughts, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment. It had just been a strange dream. You focused on the gentle pressure of Sunoo’s head against yours. A small smile touched your lips. Sunoo, of all of them, truly felt like a friend. He was your go-to for venting about the rollercoaster of dating, always armed with a sympathetic ear and a well-timed dose of gossip to distract you. He’d patiently listened to tales of disastrous dates, offering a comforting pat on the back when things went awry.

Unlike some of the other members, you didn’t often catch Sunoo stealing glances your way, and his interactions were usually absent of flirtatious undertones. Yet, despite this comforting platonic dynamic, Jungwon’s casual words from days ago lingered in the back of your mind.

Your eyes closed once more, trying to enjoy the rest before the start of a long day. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the gentle rise and fall of Sunoo’s chest beside you was soothing.

Can you stay quiet?

The intrusive voice shattered your peace once more, this time closer, more insistent. It felt like a physical presence inside your head, a cold finger pressing against your thoughts. Your heart lurched, and a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

Or am I going to have to make you stay quiet?

Your eyes snapped open, your gaze darting around the van. You strained to listen, to discern any sound or movement that might betray the source of the voice. But the van remained a picture of undisturbed slumber. Even Jake, who usually struggled to find comfort on long drives, seemed to be deeply asleep in the front passenger seat, his head leaning against the window.

You shifted slightly in your seat, the voice unsettling you, but you only moved a tiny bit, still being careful not to wake up Sunoo, his breath shuffling your hair gently.

A sudden gasp escaped your lips as a distinct pressure tightened around your thigh, an unmistakable sensation of a hand gripping it firmly. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize the feeling, but the air around you felt empty, void of any physical presence.

The voice, cold and commanding, echoed in your mind. Be quiet.

Your teeth clamped down on your lower lip and a deep breath shuddered through your lungs, doing little to calm the frantic beating of your heart. Doubt gnawed at you. Were you hallucinating? The impossibility of the situation was maddening. Who could be doing this? And how were they able to touch you without being seen?

The grip on your thigh intensified, followed by the sensation of soft lips pressing against the bare skin of your neck. A slow, deliberate kiss lingered there, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.

Barely daring to breathe, you whispered into the stillness, your voice hardly audible over the sounds of the van. "Who?" The question was directed into the empty space, a desperate plea for an explanation.

Hmm. It’s a secret doll. You’ll find out soon enough. The voice responded, although obviously not audible to anyone except you.

Instinctively, you leaned closer to Sunoo, seeking the comfort of his physical presence, a shield against the unseen tormentor. The gentle kissing transformed into insistent biting and licking, each caress sending jolts of heat surging through your veins. Your body betrayed your fear, responding with a confusing flicker of arousal. You were paralyzed, unable to voice a protest or even shift away, yet your body trembled subtly under the ministrations as unseen lips and teeth explored the sensitive curve of your neck, again and again.

A wave of heat pooled low in your abdomen, the stirrings of desire becoming undeniable. A flush crept up your cheeks, a potent mix of shame and arousal. A sudden wave of regret washed over you for your choice of attire. The short skirt now felt like a vulnerability, an open invitation to the unseen hands that tormented and thrilled you both the same. You squeezed your legs together tightly, an attempt to regain control, to conceal the physical evidence of your body’s response to whoever was messing with you.

Just as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you completely, Sunoo shifted above you, groaning softly before pushing himself up into a sitting position. The sudden movement broke the invisible spell. You instinctively sat up as well, your heart pounding in your chest, and as you did, the phantom touches, the ghostly kisses, the suffocating pressure – all of it vanished as abruptly as it had begun, leaving behind only the lingering heat on your neck.

“You okay?” he said softly, his head tilted slightly as he turned to observe you closely. “You were shivering?” His brow was subtly creased, a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Oh…” you began, attempting a casual tone, “I think I’m just a bit cold.” The lie felt thin even to your own ears. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, rubbing your hands up and down your arms in a theatrical display of trying to generate warmth, hoping the gesture would sell your lie.

Unexpectedly, Sunoo’s hand rose and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as he tilted your face ever so slightly, directing your gaze towards his. The unexpected physical contact sent a jolt of surprise through you, a warmth unrelated to the way you were rubbing your arms.

“You’re flushed,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes now focused intently on your face, his touch lingering.

“I—,” you stammered, your mind blank, completely unprepared for his directness and the intimacy of the moment.

Sunoo’s gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes as he patiently waited for some kind of explanation. But your mind was a whirlwind, unable to formulate a coherent response. All you could do was stare back, caught in the magnetic pull of his stare. In that moment, despite your inner turmoil, you couldn’t help but admire the genuine concern etched on his breathtaking features. His eyes were so kind, so earnest as they watched you, and the proximity, the feel of his hand on your cheek, only intensified the heat rising in your face.

His brows furrowed a fraction deeper, a subtle indication of his confusion at your continued silence and lack of a reasonable explanation.

“Tell me if you’re not feeling well,” he said once more, his voice retaining its gentle tone.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you insisted, forcing a shaky smile. “I really think I’m just cold.” Another flimsy layer of deception.

Just as the uncomfortable silence threatened to stretch further, a welcome interruption arrived. The van came to a smooth stop as the driver’s voice announced, “Alright everyone, we’ve arrived.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You offered a silent, fervent thank you to whatever higher power might be listening for this timely intervention. Finally, an escape. You could get out of the close confines of the van, and away from whatever the fuck had just happened.

The boys grumbled as they woke to the sound of the van doors opening and managers calling out for them.

“Wake up, sleepy heads, we've got a show to do.” You heard Jungwon call from outside. It wasn’t surprising how quickly he had gotten out of the van, he was typically the first one out at all of their events. You figured he must not have napped like the others.

Sunghoon, who was awake now, reached over once more like before and unclipped your seatbelt. The ever-present flirtatious glint still flickering in his eyes.

“Ladies first,” he announced loud enough for the other members to hear him, motioning for you to exit the van before them.

You offered him a grateful nod, pushing yourself into a crouch to navigate the low roof of the van. You were acutely aware of the limited space and the awkward angle, knowing how much of your legs would be visible from behind as you bent low to avoid hitting your head.

As you carefully maneuvered past Ni-ki and Heeseung, who were just beginning to stir, a sudden tug at your skirt stopped you short. The unexpected motion lifted the fabric, exposing the lacy red material of your panties to the drowsy eyes behind you. A small, involuntary squeak escaped your lips, your cheeks instantly flaming with mortification. You staggered forward, stumbling in your haste to pull your skirt back down, nearly pitching face-first out of the van.

"Woah." A surprised voice echoed from just outside the doorway, and a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could fall. It was Jay, his grip firm and steady.

"You good?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he held you upright, his eyes quickly scanning you to make sure you hadn't been hurt.

As the remaining members slowly filtered out of the van, the heat in your face intensified. You offered a shaky nod, but your embarrassment was consuming. You briefly rested your forehead against his chest, hoping this could somehow rewind the last few seconds, but the reality of the situation burned in your mind.

Jay remained silent, his arms still loosely around you, waiting patiently for you to lift your head. He didn't pry or question, a small act of consideration that you appreciated more than words could say.

Wearing lacy panties to our concert? You must be desperate for our attention, hmm?

The voice taunted in your head. It was true; beneath your skirt, you had chosen to wear your favorite silky, red lace underwear. It wasn't a deliberate ploy for attention, not exactly. It was more about a personal indulgence, a small secret that made you feel a touch more feminine and put-together around the boys.

You lifted your head and turned around to look at the boys who had come out of the van, determined to figure out who was doing this. Who was messing with your head and causing such a scene in front of everyone else.

Heeseung was the first to meet your gaze. A subtle smirk played on his lips, a knowing glint in his eyes. Then came Sunghoon, his expression more reserved, one eyebrow arching in silent curiosity. You mentally ran through the possibilities. Could it have been Heeseung? He possessed a certain playful confidence, but something about his demeanor felt a touch too… obvious. He wasn’t typically the type to share with others. What about Sunghoon? He was often full of surprises, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that if he had this kind of power he would have already shown you.

Your gaze drifted towards Ni-ki, who seemed to be actively avoiding your eyes. A noticeable flush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks a deep crimson. Could it have been him?

Finally, Sunoo was the last to step out of the van. His reaction was immediate and earnest. He rushed towards you, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay? Did you fall?” he asked, his voice laced with worry as you pulled away from Jay’s comforting hold.

“I think so,” you replied, forcing a reassuring smile to your lips. “But it’s okay, I’m fine.”

“As long as you’re okay,” Sunoo said, a visible breath of relief escaping his lips. Jay, still close by, nodded in agreement, his eyes still holding a hint of lingering concern.

“If you’re not feeling well or something, just tell us,” Jay added, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We can get our manager to take you home if you need.”

“Oh! No! I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you to emphasize your point. “I’m really okay, I just tripped!”

Jay maintained eye contact for a second longer, his expression suggesting he wasn't entirely convinced by your explanation. However, he eventually offered a small nod and shifted his gaze over to Sunoo, who was still standing close by.

“Head on in with Sunoo, the rest of us need to grab our bags. Sunoo, I’ll grab yours too if you don’t mind showing y/n where to go.” Jay’s voice was relaxed as he gently steered you towards the younger boy with a light push on your back.

You were immensely grateful for the discreet location of the venue’s bus parking area. It was completely closed off from public view, meaning there was no need to worry about the prying eyes of fans catching you in this slightly awkward moment and potentially starting unwanted rumors.

Sunoo reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. He offered a bright smile and playfully led you forward towards a nearby door.

“I’m quite happy today, y/n,” Sunoo spoke up as he guided you inside, a slight skip noticeable in his step.

“Oh? I’m so glad you’re happy!” you replied, returning his smile even though his back was to you.

He turned his head slightly, his smile widening. “I’m just happy you’re here.” He then turned fully to face you as he continued walking backward. “I really hope you have a great time today!”

You continued to follow Sunoo as he pointed out the locations of important doors and facilities. He made sure to show you where the restrooms were and even indicated a discreet corner where you could grab a snack if you needed. He then gestured in the general direction of the backstage area, before finally leading you to the green room, the designated space where the boys would be preparing for their upcoming performance.

You weren’t all that shocked to see their stylists and makeup artists already here, but they stood up and greeted you and Sunoo as you came into the room.

The other boys weren’t too far behind you, as you could hear their chattering amongst themselves from behind you.

“You can hang out on the couch for now!” Sunoo spoke up, pointing towards the now-empty couch where the stylists had been sitting, sipping on their coffees and chatting amongst themselves while waiting for the boys to arrive.

Once all the boys had made it into the room, they took their seats, and the managers went over the schedule for the day. Rehearsals, makeup, pre-show live, then the concert, it didn’t seem like too much, but you knew it was more than meets the eye. You knew that these days were the ones that wore the boys out the most.

The stage lights were bright against the boys as they rehearsed for the show tonight. You watched them all with a sense of pride from your seat in the otherwise empty arena as they ran through some of their more difficult songs. Despite your attempts to remain inconspicuous, your gaze seemed to draw their attention, and you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest every time one of them flicked their eyes towards the front of the stage. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.

Most of the members were in tank tops and sweatpants. Their arms flexing, muscles exposed and loose pants leaving little to the imagination as they danced.

Like what you see, doll? Are you getting turned on just watching us dance?

The voice cut through the momentary lull as the members paused, waiting for the technical crew to fine-tune the lighting.

The unexpected intimacy of the question sent a jolt through you. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping your lips before you could suppress it. Your eyes darted across the stage, scrutinizing each face. Yet, every one of the boys remained absorbed in their own conversations or stretches, not a single glance directed your way.

"Which one of you is teasing me like this?" you murmured, the words barely audible. You hoped that the nearby stagehands, engrossed in their adjustments, hadn't overheard you.

There was only a laugh in response before the opening chords of their next song filled the arena, signaling the resumption of their rehearsal.

You let out a frustrated huff, the playful teasing, coupled with the inability to pinpoint the culprit, was proving to be more irritating than amusing. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes narrowed slightly as you watched them dance, now determined to uncover the source of the mysterious voice.

After the rehearsal ended, the boys broke off for lunch. Unfortunately, their manager was strict about letting you go with them during this time, as they were worried about fans or just the boys getting too distracted, so you decided to eat some food you had packed in your bag and hang out in the green room.

There were still a few staff members lingering around in the green room so it was a bit awkward since you were a bit shy and didn’t know how to start a conversation with them. So after you ate, you threw away your trash and headed out into the hallway to use the bathroom.

Where are you going, pretty?

Annoyance flickered through you. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" you retorted aloud, the words carrying a touch more sharpness than intended. You glanced around, but the hallway was empty.

Hmm. Got an attitude, do we?

"Well, maybe if you stopped messing with me," you huffed, rounding the corner, your pace quickening. The unseen presence was becoming irritating.

Are you that desperate already? the voice taunted, implication hanging heavy in the air.

"As if," you mumbled under your breath, a flush creeping up your neck. You tried to block out the intrusive voice, willing it to silence. It wasn't the teasing itself that bothered you but the mystery of the speaker.

Despite the rising frustration, you couldn't help the way your stomach tightened in anticipation every time the voice spoke. You were frustrated, yes, but curious just the same. .

The bathroom was just down the hallway on the left, but as you were walking focused on reaching your destination, a door on your right opened up on its own.

You stopped abruptly, your eyes drawn to the opening. It revealed a small meeting room, the interior shrouded in a dim light filtering weakly through a single window. You started to keep walking when something grabbed you by the arm and dragged you into the room. The door swung shut behind you with a soft thud, followed by the distinct click of a lock engaging. Your heart pounded in your chest. You spun around, scanning the dimly lit space, but the room was empty. There was no one to be seen.

You felt like you were going crazy, and you fought hard to ignore the rising panic that rushed through your veins. but you knew this had to be one of the boys. It wouldn’t make sense for this to be anything else.

“What are you doing?” You spoke up, your voice cutting through the otherwise silence of the room. You folded your arms tightly across your chest, the simple gesture offering a small semblance of control in a situation that was rapidly slipping from your grasp.

Come on, doll. I just wanted to play a bit. The voice, a suggestive murmur that seemed to slither through the very air, sent a shiver down your spine. You just couldn't place it, couldn't identify which of them it belonged to, only that it was undeniably present, close.

“Shouldn’t you be at lunch?” You shot back. Your eyes darted around the room, a frantic search for any presence, any clue for what was going on. However there was still only emptiness, void where there should have been someone.

My lunch is right here, is it not? The voice said with a laugh.

You blushed, cheeks becoming hot and turned towards the door to leave. You reached out for the handle, fingers grasping the cool metal. But just as you began to turn it, a sudden pressure clamped around your wrist. The grip was firm, undeniably real, and it spun you around with unexpected force.

Your back hit the door with a thud and you let out a small gasp when you felt a solid presence push against you. You could feel the distinct shape of his thigh as it slotted in between yours, effectively trapping you against the door. You could feel the warmth of his breath as it ghosted against your lips.

Hesitantly, you reached out a hand, your fingers brushing against a solid form in the empty space before you. You could feel him, the texture of his clothing rough beneath your fingertips, the heat emanating from his body. Yet, your eyes registered only the undisturbed darkness of the room. It was as if he existed just beyond the realm of sight, a tangible phantom. Sometimes, in the darkness, the space directly in front of you seemed to waver, to distort almost imperceptibly, but you quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light, perhaps your eyes playing tricks on you.

“Which one of you is doing this?” You breathed out, your voice only a whisper.

Just be patient. This is what makes it fun, no? The voice purred, a hint of amusement lacing the words.

You couldn't help but let out a short, exasperated huff, turning your face away from the direction where you knew, or at least strongly suspected, he stood.

Your small act of rebellion was met with the harsh pressure of his thigh pressing more forcefully in between yours and a sharp tug on your hair, which won the boy a surprised whine.

You’re so easy, babydoll. The words, spoken close to your ear, were a taunt.

You wanted to bite back, to tell him he was wrong. But you knew that he was right. Each of them possessed a certain undeniable charm, a potent allure that you were often powerless against. In the right circumstances, with the right touch, any single one of the boys could have you melting in their hands within a matter of moments.

I wanted to play a game with you before our show this evening. I think it will be quite fun.

The cool air of the empty room contrasted sharply with the sudden heat blooming across your skin as his lips pressed against the sensitive curve of your neck. The earlier encounter in the car replayed in your mind. His teeth grazed your skin, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine before his mouth softened into a kiss. Your breath hitched as his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a sound barely audible in the stillness. The darkness, the inability to see his face, heightened every other sensation, making each touch, each breath, feel intensely amplified. He continued his exploration, his hands now tracing the contours of your back, the small of your waist. He seemed to savor your quiet reactions, the subtle shifts in your breathing, the involuntary tremors that ran through you as his hands and mouth explored your skin. He did this for a few minutes, relishing in your quiet noises in the empty room.

Then, as suddenly as he had begun, his presence directly before you vanished. A moment of disorientation passed before you felt him again, his hands now gliding upwards along the sensitive skin of your thighs. Then a constellation of gentle kisses followed in their wake, each press of his lips sending shivers through your body. His hands continued their upward journey, slipping beneath the edge of your skirt. The delicate lace of your panties, resting against your hip bones, became the focus of his teasing fingertips. You realized he had shifted, now kneeling before you.

Should I eat you out, doll? Have you make a mess in your panties before our show? You know that some of them will be able to smell your arousal.

The thought was startling; it made sense, but it wasn’t something you had thought was possible. Yet, as the initial surprise faded, the idea of the boys finding out, the idea of perhaps igniting envy or jealousy, sparked a flame inside of you.

A defiant smirk touched your lips as you broke the silence, "And what about you?" you countered, tilting your head slightly. "How will you be able to keep your arousal hidden from your fans, huh? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to be hard like that on stage?" The question hung in the air, a mirror reflecting his own suggestion back at him, turning the tables in this intimate game of desire and control.

The voice laughed but didn’t give you an answer. There was a moment of silence before your phone dinged from your pocket. You pulled out your phone to see the following notification.

ENHYPEN started a LIVE: “Let's goooo!”

There was silence in the room before you opened the live. You expected to be able to tell who was fucking with you because surely they'd be missing from the live. Your eyebrows raised when you counted all seven of them as they cheerfully introduced themselves and began talking about today's concert. They weren’t in their stage outfits, but their makeup was flawless and they all seemed to glow. And their hair had been done, or at least started, as a few of them still had clips in their hair.

Are you surprised? The voice spoke again, fingers returning to your thighs and pressing upwards. Your legs trembled slightly at the contact.

“How are you doing this?” you asked, scanning the live closely for any signs of who this was. Any clues to give you some sort of idea, but nothing stuck out.

I am a man of many talents, babydoll. Now, come sit.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards a chair beside the table. You plopped into the chair, already knowing that you wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter and propped your phone up on the table in front of you. You watched as all the members laughed and talked amongst each other, reading comments and interacting with fans.

You felt his presence appear behind you, you were now getting used to the shift in the atmosphere as he moved. He wrapped his slender fingers in your hair and pulled, allowing him to reach your neck again. His mouth pressed against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. He kissed your neck slowly, and you struggled to stay focused between the live and his actions. Then his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air slightly. Surprised, you reached up your hand to his, but the action of dominance only turned you on. His other hand reached forward, grasping your chest over your shirt. You looked down and watched as the fabric moved with his touch, but nothing was there. Then you watched as the fabric of your shirt lifted, exposing the lacey fabric of your bra.

You wore such pretty panties and a pretty bra, too? Is our little princess a slut? Almost as if you wished this would happen, huh?

The pet name came out with a sarcastic bite, almost as if he was teasing you for Sunghoon calling you a princess earlier today. A soft moan escaped your lips as the pressure of his hands around your throat tightened, the sensation making you feel lightheaded. Then his free hand slipped into your bra, and his fingers found and roughly pinched your nipple. You gasped, an intense jolt shocked through you, the feeling a good mix of pleasure and pain.

After a moment, he released his hand from around your throat and slid his other hand into your bra, joining the first one to circle and play with your nipples. You felt his breath against your neck as he stood behind you. The live continued on the table in front of you, yet still everything seemed normal, a contrast to the intimacy you were experiencing at the same time. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

“Why won't you tell me who you are?” You whispered, quiet moans slipping out afterward as his fingers continued their assault on your nipples.

I’ve already given you a hint, but if you really want to know, it will have its consequences.

You contemplated what he could mean by this. You couldn’t think of anything that could be too bad of an outcome. There were many vague possibilities but you thought, what was the worst that could happen anyway?

“Tell me.” You insisted, urging him to answer you as his fingers continued to play with your hardened nipples.

He chuckled quietly before his presence disappeared from behind you. After a moment, he appeared again, except now in front of you. Then you felt the warmth of his hands as they settled once more on your thighs, sending a new wave of shivers across your already sensitive skin.

Tell me if it becomes too much, doll. I would never want to hurt you.

His voice was gentle as he reassured you, but his hands were a silent contradiction to his words as he grasped your thighs harshly. You jumped at the sudden action, biting your lip to stop from making a startled noise.

His touch was deliberate, his hands pulled your legs apart, slowly exposing the delicate lace of your panties to him from under your skirt. Heat rushed to your face as his fingers slowly teased up your legs, and you could feel warm presses of his mouth against the skin following in the wake of his fingers. You couldn’t help but spread your legs more as he moved closer and closer to your arousal, a subconscious invitation to the boy in front of you.

You heard a quiet hum of possessive satisfaction from between your legs as you gave him access to you. A whimper escaped your lips as his fingers dragged slowly over the fabric of the silk barrier of your panties. The friction ignited you, and you arched slightly towards him, a silent plea for more.

So pretty for us, aren't you? You want to show them how good you are?

His voice teased you before you felt his fingers slide around to your hips and they began to pull your panties down. You lifted your hips to allow them to fall off around your ankles, and he lifted your legs and dropped them off to the side.

It was overwhelming when you first felt his tongue brush against your heat. You gasped and leaned your head back, the pleasure rushing in waves through your body. He was quick to please you, it was almost as if he had been waiting impatiently for this moment despite all his teasing. His tongue lapped against you, quickly and easily finding your clit. You arched your hips towards him, your body craving more of his touch. Moans slipped from your mouth over and over, although you tried to keep them quiet, as in the back of your mind, you knew getting caught here would be quite an issue.

Suddenly a sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat sliced through the air, the noise seemed strained, like it was meant to catch someone's attention. You opened your eyes and remembered that the boys were still live on your phone. It was Heeseung; he was looking straight into the camera, arms folded over his chest, but a slight smirk trailed across his face.

You wondered why he was making that kind of face and whose attention he was trying to grab. Then you wondered if you'd be able to tell who was eating you out. You could recall brief pauses, moments that he must have been speaking during the live broadcast. But your thoughts were quickly distracted when the boy’s tongue found your clit once more. You let out a lewd whine at the pleasure. You watched the live through hooded eyes. The members seemed restless. Jay’s legs were tightly crossed, and a faint flush bloomed across Ni-ki’s cheeks.

The boy below you paused for a moment.

Do you see the effect you have on them, Doll?

You felt heat creep up your neck as the implications of his words.

“W-What do you mean?” you whispered. Your gaze flickered back to the live stream, this time noticing the subtle adjustments in their postures, how it seemed like all of them were sitting in ways that would potentially hide their arousal.

I told you, knowing who I am would have its consequences. He chuckled. They can hear you and all your pretty noises. He paused, the air thick with anticipation. And now I’m going to let them hear how good I can make you feel.

You didn’t have much time to process everything before you felt his fingers push into you and his tongue finding its place once more. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. His slender fingers worked into you easily, stealing your breath at the immediate bliss you felt.

The fact that the boys could hear your reactions, your pleasure, turned you on. Even though you were quite shy and had never been in a situation like this, you couldn't deny the intoxicating pull of knowing that you seemed to affect all of them. You didn’t mind it at all. In fact, you reveled in the idea of the influence you had over them.

You could tell you were getting close as the boy's fingers thrust into you and his tongue worked against your clit. Moans, and whimpers escaped your lips, each sound a testament to the sensations building within you. You let the lewd noises fall from your mouth, the idea that they could hear you, encouraging you to let them flow naturally.

The live was coming to an end, and the boys were saying their goodbyes. You so desperately wanted to watch them react as you came, their eyes widening as the waves of your climax crashed over you, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Your gaze remained fixed on the screen, a silent plea for them to stay for just a moment longer. You watched as the screen went dark and the live feed stopped.

The boy below you seemed to be able to be more focused now, although you were still unsure who it was. That was until you looked down and watched as a blonde-haired boy appeared on his knees before you and looked up at you through thick eyelashes. He had appeared in what almost seemed like a mist that dissipated before your eyes, leaving the boy behind in its place.

“Sunoo?!” you squeaked, surprised.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as his head dipped back between your legs. Your hands reached down almost instinctively into his hair, your orgasm approaching quickly now, surging forward with a violent intensity now that you knew who had been tormenting you all day.

“Fuck–” you cursed, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming now that you could actually see who it was, now that you could truly touch him and see him.

Sunoo’s fingers curled inside of you, quickly pushing you over the edge. Your breath hitched before turning into a ragged moan as you started to cum. “Sunoo,” you gasped, his name a broken plea, which earned you a contented hum. Your legs trembled, bucking slightly, but Sunoo held you firmly in place as he continued the pace.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, and you whined, overstimulation causing you to shake. But he didn't stop; his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. Your head dropped back as you tried to pull away from him, the feeling overwhelming.

“Sun–sunoo please–” you begged, fingers tightening in his hair as you tried to pull him away from you.

He kept going until he was pulling desperate, incoherent whines from you, and your body shook relentlessly.

He eventually let you go, and he leaned back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing still ragged, before raking his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face. Then he stood, stretching his long limbs before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“This was you all along?” you breathed out, slumping back into the chair and looking around for your panties.

Sunoo simply smiled, a picture of innocent charm. His eyes crinkled into familiar little crescents that always seemed so disarming and kind. How could that same sweet face harbor such a sadistic and secretive intent?

He shifted, a sudden movement that broke your thoughts, “I have to go,” he announced, almost regretful. “But I'll see you later, pretty! Thanks for playing with me.~” He said with a lilt before he leaned over, kissed you quickly on the mouth, and then disappeared right before your eyes. You stared at the spot where he had stood, your mind still struggling to grab everything that had just happened.

Now that you were alone, you found your panties and put them back on. You smoothed down your clothes and picked up your phone, the screen lighting up to find several missed text messages.

Hoon: “wow princess, playing without me?”

Heeseung: “Mmm, cute.”

Jakey: “Hope you're still coming to the show… I really want to see you.”

Your face was hot. They really had heard everything. Every gasp, every moan. You shook your head slightly, trying to ground yourself, and then headed to the door, peeking out to make sure no one was in the hallway and finally making your way to the bathroom. You cleaned up and made yourself more presentable and not like someone had just made you cum in a random office.

You looked at your phone as you walked back to the green room, it was already time for the boys to be getting dressed and soundcheck would be starting soon.

The concert was amazing, they all did so well, and they looked great. They knew where you were, so they made an effort to wave to you and give you unnecessary fanservice. Yet, amidst the dazzling smiles and practiced interactions with fans, distraction seemed to flicker in their eyes at times. A subtle shift in focus, a momentary lapse in their otherwise unwavering stage presence. You wondered if they were thinking about you and what happened just as much as you couldn’t help but be thinking about them.

After the show, the backstage green room felt like a different world, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the stage. The air was thick with anticipation, your own nerves a tangled knot in your stomach. You would be lying if you said you weren’t anxious about seeing them after what had happened this afternoon.

Jay came in first, his entrance a welcome wave of calm that he always managed to carry so well. He smiled at you, kind and reassuring in a way that quickly ease your nervous tension.

“How was it?” He asked, flopping onto the couch with a sigh and grabbing a bottle of water.

Heeseung and Sunghoon followed, their voices a low murmur as they continued a conversation that had started before they entered.

“It was amazing, you guys did wonderfully.” You managed a smile in response to Jay, your words tumbling out slightly faster than you intended.

Heeseung nodded briefly, hearing your praise, “I agree, It was a good show tonight.”

With a burst of loud laughter, the door swung open, shattering the calmness of the room just moments before. Ni-ki and Jake tumbled into the room. Ni-ki, his finger pointed accusingly at Jake, was doubled over with laughter. “Your voice definitely cracked!”

Jake’s immediate denial was equally vehement, punctuated by a light punch to Ni-ki’s shoulder. “It did not! You’re lying!” his voice was a bit of a whine.

When they realised you were standing there, they both quieted down quickly. Ni-ki’s face flushed red as he turned away, busying himself with his bag, his excitement gone.

“Y/n…” Jake started, his voice quieter, before he walked up to you.

“You did a great job today, Jake.” You responded, unconsciously taking a small step back at the unexpected proximity and intensity of his gaze.

He just smiled in response before he closed the remaining space between you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet in a tight, unexpected hug.

“Oh–” you managed, a small squeak escaping your lips, completely caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but you hugged him back, his hug easing more of the anxious tension in your body.

“I’m really glad you're here,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a tingle down your spine. He held you like this for a moment longer than necessary before he reluctantly placed you back down on the ground, his gaze still locked on you.

“We all are,” a soft voice echoed from behind him. You turned to see Sunoo leaning against the doorframe, a gentle smile gracing his lips as his eyes met yours.

A blush crept up your neck and warmed your cheeks under their combined gazes. But the tension that had ignited the air in the room quickly dissipated as the door swung open and their manager walked in, rushing the boys to leave and head to the vans.

You trailed after the group as they made their way out of the venue and towards the waiting vans that would take them back to the dorm. A nagging feeling tugged at your mind as you scanned the group. Jungwon was nowhere to be seen. But your concern was just as quickly forgotten as a playful fight broke out near the van. Jake, with a mischievous grin, shoved a protesting Sunghoon out of the way so he could get into the van first.

Sunghoon then took Jake’s old spot in the front with the driver. Shaking his head in annoyance as he plopped down in the seat.

When you stepped into the van you remembered this morning when Sunoo had caused you to flash everyone, and you wondered if he was going to try to pull a similar stunt. Thankfully, he didn’t.

You found your place in the back once more this time in between Sunoo and an overly cheerful Jake who had stolen Sunghoon’s spot.

You clicked your seatbelt into place and sighed, a sense of fatigue hitting you from the long day. You knew the boys must feel similarly, if not more so, after a long and strenuous performance.

This time, Sunoo was the one with his eyes closed. You wondered if his powers were tiresome and if he had worn himself out on top of their concert.

You looked over to Jake, who turned to meet your glance when he noticed you watching him.

“You can rest on me if you’re tired y/n.” He smiled, patting his shoulder.

“Thanks Jake.” You replied, and you allowed yourself to lean into him, his warmth easing you into a comfortable doze as the vans took off towards the dorms.

You woke up just before the vans pulled up to the dorms, Jake was dozing too, his hand resting on your thigh a little higher than what would normally be considered appropriate and his head leaning backwards against the headrest. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was so clingy all of a sudden, but you really didn’t mind.

Everyone slowly trickled out of the vans, thanking the managers and grabbing their bags before heading inside. You lingered, watching as the boys headed into the dorm. Being the last one in, you were met with a haphazard heap of shoes left in a chaotic mess at the door. You nudged the scattered shoes into some sort of order, creating a pathway so no one tripped coming in or leaving.

Everyone was now doing their own thing, some headed into their bedrooms, eager to unpack or change into comfortable clothes. Some headed into the common areas, ready to just go ahead and relax without worrying about unpacking their things. The promise of a day off tomorrow hung in the air.

The quiet was broken by Ni-ki. He leaned against the doorframe of the living room, a playful glint in his eyes.”I think we should have a tournament,” He announced. ”I’m in the mood to get first place.” His tone was provacative, an obvious tactic to try and get the other guys to join him.

Jay, who had already made himself comfortable on the couch let out a laugh. “You literally suck at games dude,” he retorded. He was already dressed for comfort, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Bet?” Ni-ki challenged, his eyes locking onto the older member. Without waiting for Jay’s response, he reached for a PlayStation controller, switching on the console. He then tossed the second controller to Jay before settling down beside him on the floor, his gaze already fixed on the loading screen.

You shook your head and smiled at their familiar banter before heading into the kitchen. You knew the boys needed to eat, so you opened the freezer to see what you could throw in the oven for them to snack on. There wasn’t much, but you decided that the frozen pizzas would have to do. You were a bit too worn out to make anything more complex, and you knew the boys would honestly eat anything.

Heeseung had quietly slipped away to take a shower. A long, hot shower was one of his preferred methods of relaxing and unwinding. The sound of the water running could soon be heard from down the hall. Sunghoon and Jake, drawn by the unfolding drama, had joined the other two in the living room, opting to join in on their video game tournament.

Sunoo, however, had already gone into his room, and the door was closed. You were unsure if he planned on coming back out or not this evening.

“Hey.” The soft sound came from behind you as you slipped the frozen pizzas into the oven, the heat warming your face before you closed the door. You turned around to find Jungwon standing just inside the kitchen. He seemed stiff and his posture awkward, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you.

“Hi Wonnie, you okay?” you asked, concerned, “I didn’t see you after the show.” You took a step forward, instinctively wanting to close the distance between you and your best friend. Jungwon was usually so vibrant and full of energy after a performance, but now he seemed strangely subdued, almost… troubled.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just– I needed to talk with the manager and ended up going to the vans right away.” His reply was short, and he still wouldn't meet your gaze. He shifted his weight, hands disappearing into the pockets of his sweatpants, the fabric pulling tightly against his thighs.

You offered him a soft, reassuring smile, hoping to break through this strange barrier Jungwon had created. You took a step forward, stepping into his personal space. You slipped your arms between his arms and his sides, wrapping them around his torso in a warm embrace. For a moment, you felt his body tense beneath your touch, a reaction of surprise or perhaps resistance. Then, with a soft sigh that you felt more than heard, his muscles relaxed. He pulled his hands out from his pockets, his own arms circling your back, his chin resting gently on the top of your head.

“You did such a great job today Won.” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes and leaning into the familiar warmth of his body. The subtle scent of his cologne filled your senses, a comforting smell you had since associated with the feeling of home. A scent that always calmed your nerves and made you feel safe.

“Thank you y/n. I am always happy when you’re around.” He replied, his voice soft. You both stood in comfortable silence for a few moments before you released him, your hands resting briefly against the soft fabric at his waist before reluctantly falling back to your sides.

He seemed a bit more relaxed now, although still a bit awkward, his eyes still avoiding yours. “I just– It’s hard too–,” Jungwon began, the words catching in his throat. His brow furrowed in concentration as he visibly wrestled with trying to find the words he wanted to say. He opened his mouth, closed it, then shifted his weight again, still obviously bothered by something.

“Hyung!” Ni-ki’s voice echoed from the living room, the shout slicing throught the tense atmosphere in the kitchen “We are waiting on you! Hurry up!”

‘Ah.. Coming!” He shouted back as he glanced over his shoulder towards the living room. Turning his attention back to you, his expression softened slightly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “I guess I need to join them,” he said, a small, lopsided smile gracing his lips. Then he turned and headed into the living room, leaving you alone with the sense of unspoken words heavy in the air.

You leaned forward against the island, peering into the living room and watching as the boys argued and laughed amongst themselves as Jungwon joined them.

Finally. I want to finish what I started earlier today. The unbodied voice, one you now recognized as belonging to Sunoo, resonated directly within your mind. His voice was laced with desire, sending a shiver tracing its way down your spine. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt charged, electric.

You jolted, having not expected a voice to be so close to you, since, to the naked eye, you were alone in the kitchen.

“Sunoo, I have to wait for the pizza to finish,” you whispered in reply, a teasing lilt in your voice. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth.

Suddenly, you felt his presence press against your back, not with physical weight, but with a distinct sense of nearness, a warm, insistent pressure that pushed you gently against the cool, unyielding surface of the kitchen counter. The unexpected proximity, the feeling of his intangible form molding itself against the contours of your body, sent a rush of heat flooding through you, starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading rapidly through your limbs. Your breath hitched, and the playful smirk faded, replaced by a flush that warmed your cheeks. The task of waiting for pizza suddenly felt charged with an entirely different kind of anticipation.

We have enough time. You just have to be quiet Doll.

Your skin tingled at the implications of his words, and you gasped when you felt his hips roll against you from behind. His cock was hard against you as he rutted against you again.

You felt his hands glide up against the back of your thighs, his fingernails slightly scratching your skin, before slowly pushing the fabric of your skirt up over your ass.

“Sunoo!” you hissed quietly, not wanting to alert the rowdy boys distracted by their game in the living room. “We can’t–,” your response was interrupted by the feeling of his fingers rubbing your heat through your underwear.

Sure we can; they’re preoccupied. I know you can be quiet, can't you? He replied as his fingers continued to touch you teasingly. You could tell he had no intention of stopping his actions unless you clearly told him too.

“And if we get caught?” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. The feeling of arousal coursing through you as his fingers continued to tease you.

Then you might have some other problems that need to be taken care of I suppose. Not that I would mind watching, honestly.

You shuddered at the thought of being caught and arousing the other guys once again today.

The realization of your own magnetic pull on them was intoxicating, a mix of power and vulnerability that kept you teetering on the edge of being caught, a dangerous game you found yourself increasingly drawn to playing.

You leaned forward, giving Sunoo more access to you, and he took this opportunity to slide your panties to the side. Your skin turned hot when you felt his cock side up and down your heat, a motion that was almost too easy due to how aroused you already were. He teased you like this for a moment, the head of his cock sending a jolt through you everytime it slid against your clit.

Such a good girl. You felt him whisper against your ear as he began to push into you. You bit your lip harshly, doing everything you could to hold back the noises that so desperately wanted to escape.

Sunoo was slow, he took his time pushing into you with ease until he bottomed out.

You couldn’t help the tiny whine that escaped your lips at the feeling of being full, his cock twitching inside of you in response. Thankfully, the boys in the living room were too caught up in their game to notice anything happening in the room behind them.

Sunoo’s hands grabbed onto your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as he slowly fucked you. It was torturous, the feeling of his length sliding almost completely out of you, then slowly filling you back up. The worst part, is that he never really sped up, he continued to fuck you slowly, seemingly wanting to memorize every inch of inside of you. Your knuckles were white as you clenched your fists on top of the marble island, probably as white as Sunoo’s knuckles were, considering the way he was holding your hips.

He wouldn’t let you move, he simply fucked you as he wanted. He ignored you every time you tried to push back against him, only holding you against the island harder. You wondered if he was edging himself, if the slowness wasn’t torture for him the way it was for you. Nonetheless, your legs shook underneath you at the pleasure his actions created inside of you.

After a few minutes of this, Sunoo pulled you back a bit until you were leaning over, elbows resting on the island.

So pretty like this baby, letting me take you as I want, wherever I want. He praised, the view of you being bent over like this only spurring him on.

He took one arm and wrapped it around your waist, holding you steady, while the other arm reached around you and his hand dipped into the front of your panties. His fingers quickly found your clit, sliding over it again and again with practiced ease.

You couldn’t help but drop your head forward, gaze now staring at the island underneath you instead of watching out for anyone getting up in the living room. You were panting a bit, doing everything in your power to stay quiet, although tiny whimpers still found their way out with every particularly deep thrust, the head of his cock grazing against your cervix.

You trust me y/n? Sunoo said suddenly and you could hear just how fucked out he was in his voice. You nodded, head still tilted down towards the island below you. Sunoo suddenly picked up the pace, and his arm around your waist tightened.

“Y/n?” You heard from in front of you, and an icy chill ran down your spine. You had been caught.

Suddenly, before you could even react, Sunoo’s hand, which had been steady at your waist, shot upwards, covering your mouth with surprising force. He hauled you backwards, flush against him as he continued to fuck you without even a moment of pause, his fingers still working as best as they could from this position.

In front of you was Jungwon, standing at the edge of the island opposite you. You trembled as his gaze bore into you, unwavering and intense. Heat flooded your cheeks, a blush that spread rapidly across your face and down your neck. You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed about being caught, or aroused by the fact that your best friend was now watching you. You subconsciously tightened around Sunoo’s causing him to grunt quietly.

Fuck— you like him watching you huh? Sunoo breathed into your ear.

Slut. The word stung, the degradation catching you off guard. You whimpered into his hand that was still tight across your mouth in response.

“Has anyone seen y/n?” Jungwon asked, turning away from you and looking back into the living room. He was met with a chorus of shrugs and no’s.

You heard Sunoo chuckle before he released his hand from your mouth and put it back around your waist. You looked down, trying to understand why Jungwon had pretended like you weren't there. Then you saw it, the almost imperceptible shimmer in the air around you, the way the light seemed to distort slightly at your edges. Just like Sunoo, you were somehow, impossibly, invisible.

Then, before you could even process this fact, Sunoo suddenly bent you over harshly, and your chest and cheek were met with the coolness of the marble island. He changed his pace; what was once slow and sensual was now rough and aggressive. His hand pressed into your back, holding you in place against the island as he fucked you, his fingers picking up their pace on your swollen clit.

You bit your lip, even though Jungwon couldn’t see you, you didn’t know if he’d be able to hear you, and he was still standing near the edge of the kitchen.

You were getting close now, the faster pace and Sunoo’s fingers against your clit were pushing you closer and closer. You could hear Sunoo’s labored breathing, so you knew he was getting close too.

Fuck– taking you in front of them and they don’t even know it. It’s so fucking hot y/n. Sunoo whispered, his hand resting on your back, clenched around the fabric of your shirt. And you are being so good aren’t you babydoll? The sudden praise sent a fresh jolt of electricity through your already sensitized nerves.

A small nod was all you could manage, your head swimming with the dizzying nearness of your orgasm.

“Sunoo…” you whispered as quietly as you could, “close…”

I know, me too. His reply was immediate, his pace quickening even more, each thrust becoming more and more urgent. You have to stay quiet, let's not disturb the boys, hmm?

His fingers circled your clit harshly as his tempo became sloppy. You reached up to cover your own mouth as your orgasm quickly approached. You looked up, watching as the boys in the room had no idea this was happening behind them, and the thought combined with Sunoo’s strong thrusts tipped you over the edge.

You pressed your hand tightly against your mouth, and your eyes shut and rolled back as you came. Your legs shook as you tightened around Sunoo’s cock, effectively pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, doing his best to hold his own orgasm back until he couldn’t any longer. He pulled out of you, and turned you around to face him. You watched as he materialized before you, his own cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He lifted your skirt and pulled your panties away from your body before cumming onto the lacey material.

After he was finished, he let the elastic fabric of the waistband snap back against your skin effectively trapping his cum against your still throbbing pussy. The act was surprisingly lewd, and you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling of his cum soaking your panties along with yours.

I would have cum inside you if I had the option too. But I also dont think my bandmates would appreciate me cumming on the kitchen floor you know? He shrugged, a knowing and sinister smirk on his face. You could see through his excuses. He just wanted you to figure out how to deal with your soaking panties without getting caught.

He helped you fix your clothes and pushed the stray pieces of your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the cheek and disappearing again. You looked down at yourself and realized you were visible again, too. You shook your head in disbelief, the events from today had all been so much. Just as you were trying to collect your thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened, the oven beeped, signaling that the long-forgotten pizza was finally done.

You turned to look around, realizing that Jungwon had found his seat again in the living room. You took a step forward towards the oven, but your legs shook as you tried to move, giving you the appearance of a newborn deer.

“Fuck,” you whispered, a mix of frustration and amusement, and you couldn’t help but laugh. How on earth were you supposed to make a graceful exit while battling legs that felt as though they had just completed a hike up a mountain without any prior conditioning?

You cautiously walked towards the oven, using the island as a crutch, then you carefully took out the pizzas and set them on the counter. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to leave the pizza cutter out, so you cut the pizzas into slices for the boys. They could figure out how to share and get their slices themselves. A deep breath filled your lungs, a conscious effort to regain composure. You needed to leave before anyone noticed you were acting differently.

You slowly walked towards the living room, the wetness of your panties causing your face to remain a very noticeable shade of red. You were trying to sneak out, maybe that would be the best option to get out of the dorm.

Just as you had mentally mapped out your escape route, a single foot past the couch, a voice cut through the room, “Y/n, are you leaving?” You winced slightly, hoping you would have at least made it to your shoes before being noticed. The voice belonged to Jake, and as you turned to face him, his expression was one of sadness, his eyes mirroring those of a dejected puppy.

“Yeah, the pizza is ready, though! You guys make sure to eat, and I'll see you soon.” You said in a rush, awkwardly bending over to try and put on your shoes. Your legs trembled as you were bent over tying the laces.

Suddenly, another pair of legs entered your immediate view. Someone else had joined you near the entryway, also intent on putting on their shoes. Your gaze drifted downward, noting the slender fingers tying the laces of what looked like well-worn boots. "I'm gonna walk you home. It's late." Jake announced, his voice adamant.

While you appreciated the gesture, you hadn't anticipated an escort, especially not Jake. Straightening up, you plastered a reassuring smile on your face, hoping to dissuade him. "It's really okay Jake! You don't have to," you insisted, trying to sound convincing.

Jake, however, remained unmoved. He simply shook his head, a gentle but firm denial. Before you could protest further, he reached for your hand, his touch warm against your skin. He then turned and opened the door, leading you out into the cool night air.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You laughed as you watched him reach back to lock the door behind him.

"Oops," Jake responded simply. He gave a slight shrug, his eyes twinkling in the dim light before he tightened his grip on your hand once more and gently pulled you along the sidewalk.

You fell into a comfortable silence, allowing him to lead the way. Jake had always been sweet, and his flirtatious nature was something you had grown accustomed to. However, this sudden protectiveness, this almost insistent need to walk you home, felt different. It was a level of clinginess you hadn't experienced with him before.

The walk home was mostly quiet; you could tell Jake was nervous about something, but he continued to hold your hand as you walked. You didn’t mind because you were mostly focused on trying to keep your legs steady.

A few minutes passed and as you approached your apartment, Jake paused, his gaze lifting to the sky above. “The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” He said quietly, before turning back to look at you.

You looked up. The moon was radiating a soft glow; it was almost full. “It is pretty.” You agreed.

“Almost as pretty as you.” Jake mumbled. He was so quiet that you almost missed it, you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you again.

“Jake—,” you started, a warm blush creeping over your cheeks, a reaction to his unexpected compliment.

“Hey, look,” he interrupted you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, “I have a special event coming up.” He reached up with his other hand to grab the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness, “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me as my plus one.”

“Oh?” You stuttered, not expecting him to ask something like this. “I—I mean, I’d love to. Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“It’s a private event. I.. I already talked to our manager and got the okay.” He admitted shyly, dropping his free hand back down and putting it in his pocket. His other hand still held yours, it seemed like he was afraid to let go.

“Then sure Jake, I’d love to go with you.” You responded, returning a gentle squeeze of your own to his hand.

A wave of pure relief washed over Jake's face, manifesting as a wide, unrestrained grin. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled your hand that he had been holding and wrapped his arms around you just like he had earlier this evening. It was the same comforting hug he had offered before, but this time it carried a heavier weight of emotion. You returned the hug, leaning your cheek against his chest, and melting into his warmth. He was always so warm.

Lost in the moment, enveloped in the closeness, Jake suddenly broke the silence. “Are you wearing perfume?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly against your hair as he still held you tightly against his chest. The unexpected question, delivered with a hint of curiosity, caught you off guard.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Uh… no, it would have completely worn off by now,” you replied, amused by the randomness of his question. It had been hours since you had gotten ready, and any fragrance would surely have faded into nothingness.

“Hmm… you just smell really good.” He mumbled, before pulling away from you slightly, just enough to look down into your eyes.

His hands, which had been wrapped around your upper back, now settled firmly on your waist, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of your hips. The proximity was undeniably intimate. You were close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. He was close enough that he could easily kiss you if he wanted to. The air crackled with anticipation as you gazed at him in silence, your heart pounding against your ribs. You noticed his subtle nervous habit – the way he momentarily bit his lower lip, a gesture that showed a hint of his own inner turmoil. Did he want to kiss you? The moment stretched, thick with unspoken feelings, before he finally let go of you.

Stepping back, Jake shoved his hands into his pockets once more, “Anyway, I’ll see you soon then?” he said, the casual tone attempting to mask the lingering intimacy of the previous moment.

“Of course.” You replied, reaching into your shoulder bag, you fumbled for your apartment keys, the metallic jingle momentarily breaking the subtle tension. Jake patiently waited as you located the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped across the threshold of your apartment. Only once you were inside did he finally turn to leave.

“Bye y/n!” he called out as he walked away, his hands still tucked securely in his pockets.

“Bye Jake, get back home safely!” you called back, watching his retreating figure. He turned his head, offering a warm smile and a quick nod before continuing on his way. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him until he was almost out of sight, before finally closing the door.

The click of the deadbolt echoed in the quiet of the apartment as you locked the door, a small but definitive action that signaled the end of your long day. With a sigh of contentment, you took off your worn sneakers, the weight lifting from your tired feet. Your focus shifted immediately to the promise of warmth and cleanliness awaiting you in the bathroom. A well-aimed toss sent your soiled clothes tumbling into the laundry basket, followed by the sound of rushing water filling the silence as you turned on the water. You waited for the temperature to warm up before you finally stepped in. The warmth of the water soothed the tension in your shoulders and neck as a wave of relaxation spread through your limbs. You could feel the stress of the day, not of hardship or negativity, but of the sheer weight of emotional engagement, slowly dissolving and swirling down the drain. You washed, dried your hair, and put on a pair of your favorite pajamas before heading off to the bedroom. The sight of your bed, with its smooth, cool sheets, was an open invitation. You slipped beneath the covers and pulled the sheets up to your face.

You replayed the day's events in your head. Your heart twisted as it replayed through the different moments of intimacy and care. You wondered briefly if what was happening was really okay, you worried about someone getting hurt. But then again, you were unsure that you’d truly want to change anything. You were content with how things were now even with this new change to your relationship with each of the boys. You continued to daydream, but It wasn't long before the gentle pull of exhaustion claimed you, lulling you into a much-needed sleep. One you’d likely need if you were going to have more days like this one in the future.

☾ author note: thank you for reading! Sorry for the long wait! This chapter was challenging, along with my health recently. please comment below if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know how you enjoyed this chapter!

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#enhypen smut #enhypen fic #enhypen hard hours #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #kaidasdesires

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kaidasdesires · 2 months ago

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Me: “it’s only like one more story!”

*suddenly it’s hour later when the sun is coming up*

jk jk, please let me know how you enjoy it when you do read it! ☺️

"Your Eyes Only."

☾ grouping: every member x afab reader, jungwon best friend

☾ rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst

☾ wc: 34.5k (to be updated with each chapter added)

☾ summary: after a drunken night of games y/n finds out that not only are all of Jungwon's bandmates monsters but that they all have a crush on her too.

or, y/n falling for and getting laid by each member who is a different monster with different kinks.

☾ introduction (intro, no pairing)

☾ chapter one (heeseung x reader)

☾ chapter two (sunghoon x reader)

☾ chapter three (sunoo x reader)

☾ chapter four (jake x reader) coming soon

☾ chapter five (jay x reader) coming soon

☾ chapter six (niki x reader) coming soon

☾ chapter seven (jungwon x reader) coming soon

#kaidasdesires #enha #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen hard hours

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kaidasdesires · 2 months ago

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"Your Eyes Only." : Sunoo

☾ grouping: Sunoo x afab reader

☾ rating: 18+, explicit content

☾ wc: 14k

☾ summary: Y/n finally gets to see the behind-the-scenes of concert day, and Sunoo shows her around the venue. However, someone keeps messing with her, but she can't even see them.

or, Sunoo is a spirit that can manifest himself wherever he wants, and can choose to be seen or unseen. He gets a thrill out of messing with y/n in front of his bandmates.

Several weeks have gone by since your night with Sunghoon. Thankfully, your neck had fully healed, and there was only a small scar left behind where the older boy had bitten you. Between Heeseung and Sunghoon, you found yourself caught up in intimate situations a few more times than you’d like to admit. Not that you minded the attention from them, you enjoyed it.