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rikinnies · 6 months ago

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so guys this is actually me and her in the fic :3

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 .ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ idol! yang jungwon x 8th member! reader

genre ᝰ.ᐟ smut

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ oral (m), etc.

natty's notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

the live started with a soft, ambient glow casting over the room, the dim purple hue of the led lights creating an intimate atmosphere. the air was filled with the gentle hum of music playing in the background, a slow, rhythmic beat that matched the lazy rise and fall of jungwon’s chest as he settled into his chair.

the ipad sat propped up at the perfect angle, positioned high enough to frame him from the chest up, capturing the way his hoodie draped over his figure, the fabric slightly oversized, its hood slipping down just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp eyes. strands of dark hair peeked out beneath it, falling messily across his forehead, making him look even more relaxed—almost effortless, yet impossibly captivating.

the moment the live connected, the chat exploded, comments rolling in so fast they blurred together in a constant stream of excitement and adoration.

softwonnie: WONNIEEEE HI OMG YOU LOOK SO CUTE

enhypenluv: the purple lighting??? sir, i’m on my knees.

wonwonforever: say hi to us pleaseeee 🥺

his gaze flickered down, scanning the flood of messages with a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he shifted slightly in his seat, one hand casually resting on his lap while the other reached up to tug the hood further over his eyes, as if he could shield himself from the overwhelming attention—but the way his dimple appeared for the briefest second betrayed his amusement.

“ah, engene,” his voice was smooth, soft yet teasing as he acknowledged the fans, adjusting his posture slightly. “you guys are fast today, huh?”

more comments flooded in instantly, but jungwon only chuckled, his fingers tapping lightly against the desk as he let his eyes linger on the screen.

the atmosphere was easy, inviting—like he was just sitting down to talk to old friends, the weight of the day slowly melting off his shoulders. but the slight glint in his gaze, the way his lips curled ever so slightly—something about him tonight felt different, as if there was something lingering beneath the surface.

and maybe, just maybe, his fans would pick up on it soon enough.

a soft click echoed through the quiet room, barely audible over the low hum of the music playing in the background. jungwon’s shoulders tensed for just a moment before he instinctively turned in his seat, his dark eyes flickering toward the source of the sound.

his chair blocked most of the view, shielding whatever had caught his attention from the live audience. but he could see you.

standing just inside the doorway, your silhouette was framed by the dim glow of the hallway lights, your expression unreadable, though the playful glint in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed. your lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk as you lifted a finger to them, motioning a silent shh, a teasing warning that made his brows knit together in the slightest furrow.

his grip on the armrest tightened, but before he could react—before the moment could stretch into something more—you moved swiftly, disappearing from the frame, slipping away like a shadow before the live viewers could even suspect anything.

jungwon hesitated for half a second, blinking once before his lips parted, a breath of amusement slipping past them. he turned back to face the screen, his expression smoothing into something unreadable before a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"ah—just someone checking in to see if the room was occupied," he murmured, his tone casual, almost dismissive, though his fingers drummed lightly against the desk, a barely-there tell of his fleeting distraction.

his gaze lowered, scanning through the flood of comments that had only continued to pour in, fans blissfully unaware of what had just happened—of the brief moment of tension that had passed, unseen by everyone but the two of you.

you moved with careful precision, each movement deliberate and controlled as you lowered yourself to the floor, keeping your body light and soundless. the soft glow of the led lights bathed the room in muted purple hues, casting flickering shadows that stretched and shrank with your every shift. jungwon remained blissfully unaware, his focus entirely consumed by the scrolling chat in front of him, voice steady as he answered the endless flood of messages from fans hanging onto his every word.

but he didn’t see you.

not at first.

not until your hands found him.

your fingers ghosted up his thighs, the thin fabric of his sweats doing nothing to dull the sensation of your nails lightly scratching along his skin. it started as the faintest graze, a whisper of touch, before your palms pressed fully against him, warmth seeping through, molding to the muscle beneath.

the reaction was instantaneous.

a sharp, barely restrained inhale sucked between his teeth, his frame tensing beneath your hands, a ripple of shivers breaking across his skin. though he tried to push through it, tried to force himself to keep talking, his voice caught for the briefest second, a minuscule stutter that wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else—but you noticed.

your fingers continued upward, slow, teasing, a phantom touch barely there yet so present. his hands twitched against the desk, fingers curling just slightly as if clinging onto something solid to keep himself grounded. but the moment your hands reached his waistband, hooking beneath the elastic, you felt his thighs tense even more, a silent warning, a strained hesitation that said, you know what you’re doing.

but he didn’t stop you.

he couldn’t.

his breath came unevenly now, though he fought to mask it, fought to keep himself steady. the fabric of his sweats was soft under your fingertips, light and easy to tug down—too easy. and when you pulled, sliding them just low enough, the sight that greeted you made heat coil deep in your stomach.

his length was already half-hard, twitching at just the anticipation of your touch.

just from the way your fingers had traced up his thighs.

your lips curled into the faintest smirk, hidden beneath the desk as you glanced up at him. his expression remained composed, but you could see the slight clench of his jaw, the way his shoulders sat just a bit stiffer, the way his grip on the chair had turned white-knuckled.

he was trying so hard to maintain his composure.

to keep up the act.

to sit there, talking to thousands of fans, pretending nothing was happening beneath the desk, pretending you weren’t about to completely ruin him.

but with your hands gripping his thighs, his sweats pooled low around his feet, and your warm breath ghosting just inches away—

jungwon was already losing.

your fingers wrapped around him with practiced ease, the warmth of your hands a stark contrast to the cool air of the dimly lit room. his length twitched under your touch, the soft skin hot against your palm as you tightened your grip ever so slightly, feeling the way his body shuddered in response. the slow, teasing strokes you delivered were measured, controlled—just enough to make him feel it, to make him ache, but not enough to give him the relief he so desperately needed.

above you, jungwon sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to maintain his composure. his head tilted back, just barely, his lashes fluttering as the first wave of pleasure rippled through him. but he caught himself quickly, blinking away the haze that threatened to cloud his sharp gaze, forcing his attention back to the screen in front of him.

his fingers flexed against the desk, tapping absently against the surface as if grounding himself, forcing himself to stay engaged with the live chat, to pretend like nothing was happening beneath the view of the camera. his eyes flickered over the flood of messages, trying to focus, trying to process the words swimming in front of him.

softwonnie: wonnie, why are you so quiet all of a sudden???

engeneforever: why does he keep looking down—WHAT IS GOING ON

jungwonbabyyy: is someone there with you??

his jaw tensed, his lips pressing into a firm line as he forced out a breath, fingers gripping his hoodie in his lap to keep himself from completely unraveling. his mind was split in two—one part trying to keep up the act, to maintain the smooth and steady tone he always carried during lives, and the other part consumed by the slow, torturous strokes of your hands working him over.

his breath hitched again when you tightened your grip, your thumb pressing against the slit, spreading the beads of precum that had begun to leak from the tip. the muscles in his thighs twitched, the faintest tremor betraying him as his entire body fought against the need to react.

his fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, his knuckles paling from the effort to keep still.

but you could feel it—the way his hips shifted ever so slightly, chasing the friction, craving more even as he forced himself to stay still.

you knew he was losing.

and it only made you want to push him further.

jungwon shook his head quickly, his attempt at nonchalance faltering as he forced a strained chuckle past his lips. his fingers twitched against the desk, his body stiff with tension as he blinked down at the screen, trying—failing—to keep himself grounded in the live.

"i'm t-the only one here, guys..."

his voice wavered, the words barely pushed out between shallow, uneven breaths. it was painfully obvious that something was off, his normally smooth tone betraying him as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the effort to suppress the pleasure coursing through him.

but you weren’t making it easy for him.

your fingers curled tighter around his length, your grip firm, teasing, dragging slow, deliberate strokes that made him twitch in your hand. his cock pulsed against your palm, precum leaking from the tip, slicking your fingers as his body betrayed him, his hips barely shifting forward, seeking more friction despite the way he tried to keep still.

your tongue darted out, kittenish and slow, lapping up the precum that had gathered at the tip, tasting the heat of him as you swallowed him down with ease.

his body jerked violently in response.

his hand clamped over his mouth, muffling the choked, broken groan that nearly slipped past his lips. his fingers pressed hard against his face, his breathing erratic as his entire body shook beneath the force of restraint.

the chat continued to flood with messages, oblivious to the war he was fighting against himself, to the way his thighs tensed, to the way his grip on the desk turned white-knuckled as he fought to keep himself from falling apart completely.

but you could feel it—the way he twitched against your tongue, the way his muscles clenched with every stroke of your hand, the way his body begged for more even as he tried so desperately to pretend like nothing was happening.

and that was enough to make you want to push him further.

you tapped his tip against your lips, teasing, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin as jungwon desperately tried to keep the fans entertained. his voice remained steady, though you could hear the slight tremor beneath it, the way his sentences faltered ever so slightly as he worked to distract them with casual questions.

"so, uh—what songs have you guys been listening to lately?"

his words were rushed, his fingers twitching against the desk, pupils blown wide as he forced himself to look at the screen instead of what was happening beneath it.

his fingers flicked toward the controls, the volume of the music increasing just as your lips finally wrapped around him, taking his length into the wet heat of your mouth.

a sharp, ragged gasp ripped from his lips, barely stifled as he jerked in his seat, his body betraying him despite his desperate attempts to keep still. the chat exploded with confused messages, some fans noticing the shift, others still oblivious, too focused on answering the question he had thrown out in a last-ditch effort to keep control.

but he wasn’t in control anymore.

your hands stroked him softly, slowly, your touch featherlight as your mouth took him deeper, your tongue swirling around the velvety warmth of his length, savoring every twitch, every shudder of restraint he tried to hold onto.

his tip hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly, your throat tightening around him, the involuntary reaction making his fingers dig into the desk, knuckles white, jaw clenching so tightly it looked like he was about to snap.

"f-fuck, y/n—"

his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the music, but the strain was there, raw and unfiltered. his hands moved on their own, slipping from the desk to tangle into your hair, his fingers threading through the strands with an almost desperate grip.

he pushed you down.

not rough, not forceful—but enough. enough to make you take more, to make you gag again around him, to make his body shudder as he fought to keep himself from moaning loud enough for the chat to notice.

his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes flickering toward the comments, knowing he was quickly losing his ability to pretend like this wasn’t happening.

but with your lips wrapped so perfectly around him, your tongue teasing the underside of his shaft, your throat tightening every time he pushed just a little deeper—jungwon knew he was barely holding on by a thread.

the chat flooded even faster, messages overlapping in a chaotic blur as fans noticed the subtle shift in jungwon’s demeanor. his head tilted back for a brief moment, the sharp line of his jaw flexing as he swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort to breathe. his lashes fluttered before his gaze snapped downward again, scanning through the chat, forcing himself to appear natural.

but nothing about this felt natural—not with your warm mouth wrapped around him, not with your tongue teasing every sensitive inch of him, not with the way your throat constricted as you took him deeper.

his body betrayed him.

his fingers trembled slightly as he lifted a hand to wave at the fans, the movement rushed, almost too eager—desperate to keep up appearances even as the pressure coiled low in his stomach, even as his pulse pounded against his skin.

he barely processed what was happening when his other hand flicked across the screen, a quick movement, a fleeting moment of panic—the live disconnected, and the moment it did, jungwon fell apart.

"fuck! y/n—y/n!"

his voice broke, raw and unrestrained, his body shuddering as your fingers moved lower, playing with his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you hollowed your cheeks around him. the sensation was overwhelming, too much all at once, his hips jerking forward instinctively, chasing the pleasure despite himself.

your moan vibrated around him, the sound so innocent yet so sinful, sending another wave of heat through his veins. the taste of him lingered on your tongue, warm and heady, the mix of precum and arousal coating your lips as you swallowed around him, letting him feel the tightness, the warmth, the sheer devotion in the way you took him so perfectly.

his hands tightened in your hair, a deep, shuddering breath leaving him as his body threatened to give in, to lose all sense of restraint—because with the live cut off, with nothing standing in the way of his release, jungwon was yours to ruin.

"shit, y/n, i won’t last—"

jungwon’s voice came out strained, breathless, barely more than a choked moan as his body shuddered beneath your touch. his thighs trembled violently, muscles taut under your fingertips as you felt every ripple of tension coursing through him. his hands, once hovering hesitantly in the air, now gripped your hair with an almost desperate force, fingers threading tightly through the strands as if anchoring himself to reality.

his breath hitched, a ragged whimper escaping past his parted lips as his hips jerked forward, chasing the wet heat of your mouth. every movement was instinctive, primal, completely betraying the careful composure he had tried so hard to maintain.

his chest rose and fell rapidly, his skin flushed, a fine sheen of sweat forming along his collarbone, disappearing beneath the loose fabric of his hoodie. he looked wrecked—his brows furrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his entire body trembling as he fought against the inevitable.

but you could feel it.

the way his cock twitched against your tongue, the way his grip in your hair tightened with each second that passed, the way his thighs threatened to give out beneath him as the pleasure built higher, hotter, unbearable.

jungwon was right there—dangling over the edge, teetering between control and complete, devastating release.

and all it would take was one more push to ruin him completely.

hot ropes of cum spilled into your mouth in thick, pulsing streams, his release hitting the back of your throat as his entire body shook beneath you. jungwon’s thighs trembled, jerking slightly against your hands as his breath came in fast, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven movements.

his whimpers filled the space between you, soft and wrecked, escaping through parted lips as he tried to gather himself, tried to catch his breath—but you weren’t done.

your tongue flicked over his slit, slow and teasing, lapping up the final traces of his release as another choked moan spilled from him. his fingers twitched in your hair, tightening just briefly before loosening as his body sagged, overwhelmed from the sensation.

but you weren’t satisfied yet.

swallowing around him, you moaned softly, the vibration sending another shudder through his frame as his sensitivity spiked. his thighs tensed, his breath stuttering in his chest as he felt every movement of your tongue, every flick, every slow drag against him.

"y/n—!"

jungwon’s voice cracked, a final, desperate gasp of your name as pleasure crashed over him again, his overstimulated body barely able to handle the aftermath. his head tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers slipping from your hair to grasp weakly at the edge of the desk, as if grounding himself was the only way to keep from completely collapsing.

but even then, his legs still shook, his breathing still ragged, his body still betraying just how much you had ruined him.

natty's notes ᝰ.ᐟ hoped you enjoyed!!

#my talented girl :3 #i love her so so much

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rikinnies · 6 months ago

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HEHE I LOVE YOU BBYYY

𝒦𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘, 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗡𝗢 ──── ୨ৎ ──── XO, by enhypen

[이희승] ── lee heeseung

tbw. . >ᴗ< (to be written)

[박종성] ── park jongseong

tbw. . >ᴗ< (to be written)

[심재윤] ── sim jaeyun

⌗ pussydrunk!jake >ᴗ< (short fic, smut)

⌗ pervyroomate!jake (short fic, smut)

[박성훈] ── park sunghoon

clingy!sunghoon (short fic, fluff)

[김수우] ── kim sunoo

tbw. . >ᴗ< (to be written)

[장정원] ── jang jungwon

tbw. . >ᴗ< (to be written)

[니시무라 리키] ── nishimura riki

tbw. . >ᴗ< (to be written)

#my girl <3 #AHHH I LOVE YOU SMMM

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rikinnies · 7 months ago

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she did this for ME guys. 😁

sunoo showing his members that he’s not just a subby boy .. 💭

lowkey didn’t know how i wanted to play this out but i did it this way and im not mad at it so i hope you like it bb

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

pairing 〢bsf/close friend! kim sunoo x reader

genre 〢smut

warnings 〢pussy eating, unprotected sex, fingering, soft!dom sunoo, teasing, etc.

natty’s notes 〢mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

the room buzzed with laughter, the warm glow of the living room lights casting a cozy atmosphere over your small gathering. the idea of going out had been quickly shut down by your friends, who whined about the hassle and convinced you to just stay in. you didn’t mind—it was nice having them over, sprawled across your couch and floor, snacking on whatever was in your kitchen while exchanging playful banter. the energy was lighthearted, filled with inside jokes and teasing remarks that never failed to keep the mood alive.

amidst the usual chatter, a certain conversation piqued your interest—who among you was the most dominant? it started as a joke, with everyone throwing names into the mix, ranking each other based on their supposed presence and personality. unsurprisingly, sunoo kept ending up at the bottom of the list, a fact that only fueled the amusement of the group.

“you guys really think i’m not dominant enough?” sunoo scoffed, crossing his arms as he scanned everyone with a sharp gaze, his brows lifting in challenge.

“you just seem more like a submissive, sunoo,” you said casually, your voice laced with amusement as the others quickly nodded in agreement.

a brief silence followed before he clicked his tongue, an unreadable smirk playing on his lips. “you guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muttered, shaking his head.

the laughter only grew louder.

“i mean, we aren’t lying, sunoo. every time y/n gives you even the slightest compliment, you get so flustered,” jake teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back against the couch. “only submissive like to be called good boy…”

his words sent a ripple of laughter through the group, their amusement only growing as sunoo’s expression shifted. but he wasn’t embarrassed, nor was he angry. no—he saw this as a challenge.

his posture straightened, and the playful glint in his eyes darkened into something more serious. “you want me to prove it to you all?” his voice was smooth, almost daring, his confidence oozing through the sudden change in demeanor.

the room fell into a brief silence, the shift in his energy palpable. your eyes widened at the sheer duality, the effortless way he transitioned from lighthearted banter to something almost intimidating. it sent an unexpected chill down your spine.

jungwon, breaking the silence, tilted his head curiously. “i mean… how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

he glanced at the others for backup, but instead of answering, they simply exchanged amused looks before turning their attention toward you.

your breath hitched. why were they looking at you?

it was no secret that you felt completely at ease around them. there was an unspoken comfort in their presence, a familiarity that blurred the lines of personal space. you had never been the type to overthink things—changing in front of them felt natural, effortless, something you never put much thought into. it wasn’t like you were trying to make a statement; it was just how things were.

when you were home alone, the idea of throwing on extra layers felt unnecessary. walking around in just an oversized shirt, barely caring whether you had pants on, was second nature. so when they showed up unannounced—something they did often—you never felt the need to scramble for modesty. they had seen you like this before, countless times, and it had never been an issue.

but there was something about those fleeting moments that felt different. you weren’t oblivious—you noticed the way their gazes lingered, the way conversations would momentarily stall when you stretched or adjusted your clothes absentmindedly. they never said anything, never crossed a boundary, yet there was an undeniable weight in the air whenever it happened.

you never initiated anything, and neither did they. it was a silent understanding, an unspoken game where the tension simmered just beneath the surface. yet, even when their eyes betrayed their thoughts, you simply carried on as you always did—pretending not to notice, even though you always did.

“what?”

the single word left your lips before you could stop it, your voice laced with confusion, yet there was something else lurking beneath it—curiosity. this had caught you completely off guard. they were actually trying to initiate something now, and all for the sake of proving a point.

but was that really all it was?

a part of you should have been skeptical, maybe even hesitant. yet, deep down, you didn’t mind. because as much as you were aware of their lingering stares—the way their eyes would subtly (or sometimes not so subtly) trace the shape of your body in moments like these—you were equally guilty. maybe you hadn’t realized it at first, or maybe you had and just pretended otherwise, but the truth was undeniable.

your own gaze had a habit of betraying you. the way your eyes fixated a little too long on their lips when they spoke, how your focus would drift to the veins on their hands as they flexed absentmindedly. and then there were the times they stayed over, disappearing into the bathroom only to reemerge, steam still clinging to their skin, towel slung dangerously low on their hips, droplets of water trailing down their bare torso.

you told yourself it was nothing, just fleeting glances, harmless observations. but they noticed. every single time.

you weren’t the only one watching.

“i think you know what, y/n…” sunoo’s voice was smooth, deliberate, as he leaned back against the couch. the confidence in his posture was undeniable—his legs spread wider, his hands resting lazily on his thighs, fingers drumming against the fabric as he studied you. his gaze held something unreadable, something daring. “but of course… only if you let me.”

your breath hitched, your mind racing with endless possibilities. was this a mistake? would this change everything between you all? would it create distance or pull you even closer? the weight of uncertainty pressed against your chest, but despite all the questions, there was one undeniable truth—you wanted to know.

it was reckless, maybe even dangerous, but you couldn’t help the way curiosity clawed at you, the way something deep inside you itched for the answer. was it wrong to entertain these thoughts? perhaps. but could you really fault yourself for being human?

and then there was sunoo himself. was he truly as submissive as everyone assumed? or was this his way of proving you all wrong?

your throat felt dry as you swallowed down the lingering hesitation, your heart hammering in anticipation.

“o-okay…” you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

you felt the shift instantly, a change so abrupt it sent a shiver down your spine. sunoo’s entire demeanor had shifted, his usual playful, almost teasing nature now replaced by something much more assertive—something that left you momentarily stunned. his gaze, once filled with amusement, was now sharp, unwavering, laced with an intensity you weren’t used to seeing from him.

“come here.”

his voice was steady, almost commanding, as he patted his lap, the simple gesture sending a wave of anticipation through you.

your breath hitched, hesitating for only a second before your body moved on its own. your legs carried you forward, and before you knew it, you were settling onto his lap, straddling him with a mix of hesitation and something far more dangerous—curiosity.

his hands found your hips effortlessly, fingers resting firmly yet not forcefully, grounding you in place. the heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of your clothes, sending a subtle thrill through your body. he wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing—just waiting, letting you feel the weight of the moment.

his eyes met yours, dark and unreadable, but his voice was softer this time. “you can always back out of this, y/n.”

it wasn’t a warning. it was a reassurance. a reminder that despite the shift, despite the unknown that lay ahead, you still held all the control.

“no, it’s fine…” you murmured, your voice steadier than you expected. your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt as you nodded, reaffirming your words. “i want to…”

those three words seemed to settle something deep within sunoo, dissolving whatever lingering hesitation he might have had. this wasn’t just about proving a point anymore—he wanted to know if you were truly comfortable with this, if you were letting him in willingly. and, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do this in a way that wouldn’t just satisfy his need to prove something, but would also leave you wanting more.

his hands glided down slowly, palms warm as they traced the curve of your waist before settling against your thighs. his touch was firm but not demanding, the heat of his fingers seeping through the thin fabric, igniting something beneath your skin.

his dark eyes never left yours, a silent exchange passing between you both, more powerful than any words he could offer. he didn’t need to say anything—his gaze alone told you everything. a question, a reassurance, and something deeper, something unreadable but undeniably there.

one hand remained firm on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you hyperaware of his touch, while the other reached up, cradling the side of your face with a gentleness that sent a shiver down your spine. he guided you down effortlessly, his thumb grazing your cheek as he closed the space between you, his lips finally meeting yours.

the kiss started slow—steady and controlled, as if he was savoring the moment, testing the waters. his lips moved against yours with purpose, the pressure just right, his warmth enveloping you in a way that sent your mind reeling.

never in your life did you think this would happen. the thought alone felt almost surreal, the realization that you were kissing one of your closest friends sending a spark of disbelief through you. but any hesitation, any second-guessing, melted away the moment he deepened the kiss.

his grip on your thigh tightened slightly as his lips moved with more intensity, more certainty, pulling you in as if he refused to let you second-guess this moment. the soft, controlled movements gave way to something deeper, something more urgent, as if he wanted to prove himself with each press of his lips against yours.

and you let him.

because despite the initial shock, despite the blur of emotions crashing over you, there was one undeniable truth—you wanted this just as much as he did.

his lips wandered downward, leaving a burning trail along the sensitive skin of your neck. each kiss was deliberate, his movements slow yet calculated, as if he wanted you to feel every second of it. his lips parted slightly, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin before he latched on, sucking gently at first before his teeth grazed over the spot, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body.

your breath hitched, fingers tightening against his shoulders, but he didn’t falter—not once. instead, his hands moved with purpose, fingers brushing against the hem of your shirt before he gripped it firmly, wasting no time in tugging it over your head. the fabric barely had a chance to hit the floor before you felt the weight of their stares.

there you sat, bare before them all—only your red lace panties keeping you somewhat covered. the cool air kissed your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body, the rush of vulnerability mixing with something far more intoxicating.

sunoo’s eyes darkened, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he took in the sight before him.

“fuck…” he muttered, his voice low, almost breathless.

the single word hung heavy in the air, thick with desire, with anticipation. and in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t just about proving a point anymore.

your hands instinctively move to cover yourself, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you under the weight of their heated stares. the intensity in their eyes—dark, unreadable, filled with something primal—makes your skin prickle with awareness.

but sunoo is quick to act.

his fingers wrap around your wrists before you can fully shield yourself, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulls your hands away. his gaze flickers up to meet yours, filled with something that makes your breath hitch.

“keep them down.”

his voice is steady, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

your fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, your pulse hammering in anticipation as his attention shifts downward. his eyes linger, drinking in the sight before him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as if restraining himself.

his mouth finds you without hesitation, lips wrapping around one peak as a sharp gasp escapes you. the warmth of his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin sends a shiver down your spine, your body reacting instantly to the sensation. he doesn’t hold back, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, his teeth grazing you ever so slightly before his tongue soothes over the spot.

a soft moan slips past your lips, your back arching slightly as your fingers dig into the couch, trying to ground yourself against the flood of sensation overtaking you.

he hums against your skin, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist.

he’s enjoying this—enjoying the way you react, the way your body responds so easily to him. and you? you’re completely at his mercy.

the room is thick with tension, the kind that settles deep in your bones, making every breath feel heavier. the others just sit there, too stunned to speak, their eyes locked onto you—onto the way sunoo’s mouth moves against your skin, claiming every inch of you with slow, deliberate sucks. the heat of his tongue flicking over each peak sends jolts of pleasure straight through your body, your back arching instinctively, seeking more.

the ache between your legs only grows, pulsing, desperate for relief. your hips move on their own, rolling forward, grinding against the growing bulge beneath you. the friction is intoxicating, making your breath hitch, a soft, needy moan escaping before you can stop it. the sensation is everything you’ve been craving, sending a sharp spark of pleasure right where you need it most.

but just as quickly as it comes, it’s taken away.

sunoo’s hands grip your waist, stilling your movements in an instant, his fingers digging in just enough to make his point. his lips leave your skin, glistening, his gaze meeting yours with a dangerous mix of control and amusement.

“you take what i give.”

his voice is low, firm, laced with authority that sends a shiver down your spine. his grip doesn’t loosen, his presence completely consuming, demanding your submission with nothing more than a look.

your breathing is uneven, your body still trembling from the denied pleasure, but the challenge in his tone makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

“please, sunoo…” you whimper, your voice barely above a breath, laced with desperation. your fingers dig into his shoulders, your body trembling as his fingertips lazily trace over the thin fabric covering your aching core.

he doesn’t rush—no, he takes his time, barely applying any pressure, just the softest, teasing flicks against your clothed clit. the sensation is maddening, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through you, but never enough to satisfy the throbbing need building inside you.

a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his lips curling into a smirk as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. “you sound so pretty begging for me, baby…” his voice is smooth, laced with amusement, but there’s something deeper beneath it—something dark, something possessive.

his words send a shiver down your spine, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs. you moan at the praise, eyes fluttering shut as the ache intensifies, your pussy clenching helplessly around nothing.

you need more—so much more—but sunoo just keeps up his agonizing pace, barely giving you what you want, dragging out every second, watching as your desperation grows.

“look at you,” he muses, his fingers pressing just a little harder, enough to make your breath hitch. “so needy, and i’ve barely even touched you.”

he moves before you can even process it. with effortless strength, he lifts you off his lap, his hands gripping your waist as he shifts positions. a startled gasp escapes you as he tosses you gently onto the couch, the plush cushions cushioning your fall.

your body barely has time to react before he’s kneeling between your legs, his presence dominating the space between you. his hands are steady, deliberate, as they hook into the waistband of your lace panties, dragging them down in one slow, tantalizing motion. the cool air kisses your exposed skin, sending a shiver up your spine as your underwear is discarded somewhere onto the floor.

his breath hitches, a low, appreciative grunt escaping his lips as he takes in the sight of you—completely bare before him. a moment of silence hangs in the air, heavy and charged, before you hear the sharp intake of breath from the others.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” his voice is a smooth promise, dripping with intent, his fingertips brushing along the inside of your thighs as he spreads them wider, fully exposing you to his hungry gaze.

his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he groans at the sheer view.

“and while i do that,” he continues, his tone firm, unwavering. his gaze flickers up to meet yours, filled with something dangerous, something commanding. “i want you to look at them.”

your breath stutters.

his words settle deep within you, igniting something raw, something forbidden. your eyes flicker toward the others, who are still watching, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them.

the weight of their gazes only makes the heat between your legs burn hotter.

sunoo starts slow, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of delicate, teasing kisses. each press of his lips is unhurried, deliberate, like he’s savoring the taste of you before he even reaches his destination. the heat of his breath fans over your sensitive skin, making your muscles twitch in anticipation.

he inches up, closer and closer, until he’s face to face with your aching core. your slickness glistens under the dim light, coating your folds, an unspoken invitation that makes his breath hitch. his fingers move with purpose, spreading you open, exposing every delicate inch of you to his hungry gaze.

your body jolts at the sensation, a sharp gasp slipping past your lips. “s-sunoo…” you whimper, your voice trembling, thick with need.

but before you can say anything else, he’s on you.

his lips crash against your pussy with a fervor that makes your head spin, tongue immediately delving between your folds, collecting every bit of your arousal in his mouth. he groans at the taste, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you, making your back arch off the couch.

his tongue moves expertly, flicking and swirling, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deep, indulgent licks. he devours you like he’s been starving for this moment, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you closer, burying himself deeper.

the sounds—the wet, sinful noises of his mouth working against you, the soft gasps and moans spilling from your lips—fill the room, adding to the thick, unbearable tension that already lingers.

your eyes flutter shut, your lips parting as soft, breathy moans spill from them. the sensation of his tongue working against you is almost overwhelming, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your fingers tangle in the cushions beneath you, grasping for something—anything—to keep yourself grounded as he pleases you so effortlessly.

but just as you begin to sink into the bliss, a sharp sting blossoms across your thigh, the sudden smack making you jolt. a gasp rips from your throat, your eyes snapping open in shock as heat radiates from the spot where his hand just struck.

“what did i tell you?” sunoo’s voice is smooth, yet firm, holding an edge of authority that makes your stomach twist.

his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, his lips glistening with your slickness, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches your reaction. his fingers trail over the place he just struck, soothing the warmth left behind, before giving your thigh another sharp squeeze.

“keep your eyes on them.”

his words send a fresh wave of heat through you, your body responding instinctively, thighs trembling slightly beneath his grip. he waits, watching you expectantly, making sure you obey before diving back in, his tongue resuming its torturous, sinful pace.

you obey him without hesitation, your eyes barely able to stay open as pleasure crashes over you in waves. your expression is completely undone—lips parted, swollen from where you’ve been biting them, brows furrowed in pure, unfiltered bliss. every nerve in your body is on fire, every muscle tensed in anticipation of what’s coming next.

his mouth latches onto your clit with a sudden, intense suction that makes your back arch off the couch, a sharp moan ripping from your throat. the wet warmth of his tongue moves expertly, flicking and swirling before he sucks harshly again, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

just when you think you can’t take any more, his fingers press against your entrance, teasingly circling before slowly pushing inside. the stretch is delicious, his fingers sinking into you with ease, the slickness of your arousal making it effortless. he groans against you, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure as he starts to move—slow at first, testing, before curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that has your entire body trembling.

“fuck, s-sunoo..” your voice is broken, shaky, barely coherent as you clutch onto the couch for dear life.

he hums against your clit, clearly pleased with your reaction, his fingers picking up their pace, thrusting into you deeper, harder, his mouth never once relenting.

the coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, the pleasure building rapidly, threatening to consume you whole.

“sunoo—sunoo, please!” you cry out, your voice breaking between moans as his fingers continue their relentless pace, plunging into you with precision, each thrust leaving you breathless. the wet, sinful sounds of your arousal echo through the room, only adding to the intensity of the moment. your walls flutter around his fingers, clenching down instinctively as that familiar, burning heat coils deep in your stomach, warning you that you’re teetering on the edge.

“fuck, sunoo—i’m gonna cum! i—i can’t—” your words come out in desperate gasps, your entire body trembling as the pleasure builds unbearably.

but instead of giving in, he chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot as he murmurs, “aww, you wanna cum, baby?” his voice is smooth, teasing, completely unfazed by your desperation.

his fingers don’t slow—not even for a second. if anything, he moves even faster, driving them deeper, curling them just right until your legs are shaking around him. and then, just when you think you can’t take anymore, his thumb comes down on your swollen clit, pressing down before rubbing harsh, relentless circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. the sudden overstimulation makes your back arch off the couch, a sharp, broken moan ripping from your throat.

but just as your release is within reach, just as you’re about to fall over the edge, he suddenly tightens his grip on your thigh, voice dropping into a firm, commanding tone.

“you’re gonna hold it.”

your eyes widen in pure, helpless agony. “w-what?” your voice is a wrecked whimper, your body on fire, teetering dangerously on the brink of pleasure.

he smirks, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he watches you squirm, your desperation only fueling him more. “you heard me. you’re not cumming until i say so.”

your body betrays you, clenching around his fingers, desperate for relief, but he gives you none. instead, he continues his ruthless pace, dragging you further into the agonizing high without letting you fall over the edge.

“fuck—no, sunoo! i can’t—please!” you cry out, your voice breaking into a desperate sob as your body trembles uncontrollably beneath his touch. your hands clutch at the cushions, fingers curling into the fabric like a lifeline, your entire body writhing under the intensity of his movements. your legs shake violently, barely able to keep still as he continues his merciless assault, his fingers plunging in and out of you at a brutal pace, stretching you, filling you, driving you to the very edge of insanity.

your chest rises and falls in frantic breaths, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer overstimulation. every muscle in your body is taut, coiled so tightly it feels like you might snap at any moment. the unbearable pleasure surges through you in waves, an inferno burning deep in your core, desperate for release. but he won’t let you.

“aww, poor baby…” sunoo coos, his voice laced with mock sympathy, though the amusement in his tone betrays his true intentions. his dark eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you unravel, drinking in the sight of your helpless state. he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, “i don’t care.”

his words send a sharp jolt of heat straight through you, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs despite the sweet torture he’s inflicting.

his fingers curl inside you again, hitting that perfect spot with unrelenting precision, his thumb still circling your clit in fast, ruthless strokes. your legs twitch, your moans turning into broken sobs as you shake beneath him, completely at his mercy.

he’s enjoying this—enjoying the way you fall apart in his hands, how utterly wrecked you are for him.

his movements halt abruptly, leaving you panting, teetering on the edge of a release he refuses to grant. before you can even catch your breath, he shifts you effortlessly, guiding your body to lay flat against the plush cushions of the couch. his touch is firm but careful, positioning you exactly how he wants—spread out, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

his hands move with purpose, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt. in one smooth motion, he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside, revealing the toned expanse of his torso. his skin glows under the dim lighting, his prominent abs flexing slightly as he breathes. the sight alone sends another rush of heat pooling between your legs, your thighs instinctively pressing together in anticipation.

but he isn’t done.

his fingers work their way down, unbuttoning his pants with agonizing slowness, as if savoring every second of your hungry gaze trailing over his body. the fabric slides down his hips, along with his boxers, pooling at his feet before he kicks them away carelessly.

and then he’s bare.

his cock springs free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with arousal. the sight alone makes your breath hitch, your mouth going dry as your thighs clench involuntarily. he watches your reaction, his lips curling into a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

“like what you see, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement as he strokes himself lazily, letting you take in every inch of him.

he moves over you with a predatory grace, his body hovering just inches above yours, the heat radiating from his skin making your breath hitch. his hands find your face, fingers cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasts the hunger in his gaze. his thumb strokes your flushed skin before he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, consuming kiss.

his lips move against yours with raw intensity, swallowing your soft whimpers as his tongue teases its way into your mouth. the taste of him, warm and intoxicating, sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you, your fingers instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer.

a low groan rumbles from his chest as he breaks the kiss, his breath fanning against your lips. without another word, his hand wraps around his cock, fisting it slowly, the slick head brushing against your soaked folds. the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, a shaky gasp escaping as he drags himself along your slit, coating himself in your wetness.

“fuck…” he grunts, his voice low, strained, the friction making his hips jerk slightly. his cock slides against your clit with every slow stroke, the sensation making your thighs twitch as your body craves more.

he watches your face closely, drinking in every reaction, every flutter of your lashes, every soft gasp that falls from your lips. he’s teasing, taking his time, savoring the feeling of you beneath him, knowing damn well how much you need him to just give in.

before you can even process it, he pushes in—slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch as he stretches you open. the sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that has your breath hitching, your fingers curling into the couch beneath you. your walls clench instinctively around him, the tightness drawing a deep, guttural groan from his throat.

“shit…” he breathes out, his voice strained, laced with pure pleasure as he sinks deeper, his cock disappearing inch by inch inside you.

his arms move beneath yours, caging you in, his hands pressing firmly against the cushions just above your shoulders. his body is flush against yours, the warmth of his skin pressing into you, grounding you in the moment.

he dips his head down, his lips ghosting over your neck before pressing soft, lingering kisses against your heated skin. each kiss is slow, almost tender, a stark contrast to the overwhelming fullness stretching you apart. his breath is hot against your pulse, his lips trailing up toward your jaw, as if whispering silent reassurances between each soft peck.

his hips still momentarily, letting you adjust, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against your skin. but the way his fingers tense against the couch, the way his breathing grows heavier, tells you he’s barely holding back.

his hips start to move, and though his initial thrusts are measured, controlled, it doesn’t last. the way your walls cling to him, squeezing him with every inch he sinks into you, has his restraint snapping almost instantly. his movements quickly become rougher, more urgent, each deep thrust slamming into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air.

the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and desperate moans that spill from your lips. the pleasure is overwhelming, each stroke hitting deep, sending shockwaves through your body. your legs react instinctively, wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as your fingers claw at his back, nails digging into the firm muscles beneath your touch.

“sunoo!” you cry out, your voice breaking into a scream of pleasure as he angles his hips just right, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

his breath is ragged, hot against your ear as he groans, his grip on the cushions tightening as he pounds into you without mercy. “shit, baby… you’re so fucking tight…” his voice is thick with lust, raw and strained, as if he’s barely holding himself together.

his pace only quickens, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher, his body pressing you further into the couch as he loses himself in the way you feel around him. every roll of his hips sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, building that tight coil in your stomach, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“look at you, taking my dick so well, baby…” sunoo groans, his voice thick with pleasure, eyes locked onto the sight of you beneath him. the way your body takes every relentless thrust, the way your walls squeeze him so perfectly—it has his head spinning. his hips don’t slow, not even for a second, driving into you with an unrelenting pace that has you seeing stars.

“fuuuckk—yes, sunoo!” you cry out, your body arching beneath him, the pleasure overwhelming, intoxicating. every thrust hits deeper, harder, sending waves of euphoria crashing through you, your fingers digging into his back in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

his lips curl into a cocky smirk as he watches you unravel, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. “love this dick already, baby?” he taunts, his breath hot against your lips, the teasing lilt in his voice only making the fire inside you burn hotter.

before you can even answer, his mouth crashes onto yours, stealing your breath, swallowing every moan, every whimper. his lips move with raw hunger, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, deepening the kiss as if he’s trying to consume you whole.

the way you taste—sweet, intoxicating—only fuels him more, makes him thrust into you even harder, his body completely consumed by the way you feel wrapped so tightly around him. he’s drowning in you, in this moment, in the way your bodies move together in perfect, reckless harmony.

he swears he’s never felt this high before—never felt anything like this. it’s addicting. and he never wants to stop.

“fuuuckk—sunoo, i c-can’t—i c-can’t…” your voice is a desperate, broken whimper, your entire body trembling beneath him. every thrust sends you spiraling further, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost unbearable. your nails dig into his back, clinging to him as if he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

sunoo groans at the sound of your voice, the way you’re falling apart completely for him. his hips snap forward with relentless force, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to that inevitable peak. he can feel it—the way your walls flutter around him, squeezing him tighter, your body begging for release.

“fuck, baby—wanna cum?” his voice is thick with desire, breathless as he leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “you wanna cum for me?”

your head tilts back, a sob of pleasure escaping your lips as your entire body quivers beneath him. you’re teetering on the edge, dangling between sweet bliss and unbearable tension, your mind clouded with nothing but him—his touch, his voice, the way he’s completely consuming you.

“p-please—please, fuck—please!” you beg, your voice wrecked, desperate, pleading for the release you so desperately need.

his fingers tighten their grip on your shoulders, his breath ragged against your skin as he thrusts into you harder, deeper, his own control beginning to fray. “cum for me, baby,” he growls, his voice dark, commanding. “let go.”

a loud, uncontrollable cry rips from your throat as the pleasure crashes over you in violent, overwhelming waves. your entire body tenses, then completely unravels, trembling beneath him as the intense release takes hold.

and then it happens.

the sharp, wet sound fills the air as your climax bursts forth, a powerful spray soaking both you and sunoo. the sudden gush makes your mind go blank, your vision blurring as your body convulses with the force of your orgasm.

gasps echo through the room—the others watching in stunned silence, eyes wide as they take in the sight of you, completely wrecked, completely undone.

sunoo freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before a deep, guttural moan tears from his lips. his jaw goes slack, his eyes darkening as he watches the way you squirt against him, your slickness dripping down his abs, coating his cock in a way that has his entire body trembling.

“fuck, baby…” he groans, his voice hoarse, filled with pure, raw hunger. the sensation of your release against him, the warmth, the wetness—it drives him wild, makes his hips jerk forward on instinct, as if chasing the feeling of you unraveling beneath him.

your legs shake violently, your hands grasping at anything—his shoulders, the cushions, his arms—as you sob out his name, your entire body still pulsing from the aftershocks.

“sunoo!” your voice is desperate, breathless, your head tilting back as you ride out the high, waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins.

and sunoo? he looks completely mesmerized—completely addicted to the sight of you falling apart just for him.

“fuck—i’m gonna cum, oh shit!” sunoo grunts, his voice rough, breathless, completely lost in the intensity of his release.

his movements grow erratic, hips stuttering as he pulls out at the last second, his hand immediately wrapping around his cock. his strokes are fast, desperate, chasing his high as his chest rises and falls in rapid pants.

a deep, guttural moan rips from his throat as he spills onto your stomach, thick ropes of cum painting your skin as his body jerks with each pulse. his grip on himself tightens, milking every last drop as his head tilts back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan, completely lost in the pleasure overtaking him.

“shit…” he exhales, voice raspy, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm.

his dark, hooded eyes trail down to the mess he’s made on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches his release drip down your stomach, glistening against your flushed skin.

without hesitation, his fingers dip into the creamy warmth, gathering his cum onto his fingertips before bringing them to your lips.

“suck.”

his command is firm, unwavering, his gaze locked onto yours, waiting. his fingers press lightly against your bottom lip, smearing the mess against your soft skin, teasing you—daring you.

his breathing is still uneven, his body still humming with the remnants of pleasure, but the hunger in his eyes hasn’t faded. if anything, it’s only grown darker.

you comply without hesitation, parting your lips as his fingers slide past them, pressing against your tongue. the warm, salty taste of him coats your taste buds, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes your throat at the sensation. your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking lightly, savoring the way he watches you—his gaze dark, filled with something unreadable, something possessive.

his breathing is still uneven, his chest rising and falling as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes. your lips wrap tighter around his fingers, your tongue pressing against the ridges of his knuckles before you slowly pull back, letting them slip from your mouth with a soft pop.

the room is thick with heat, the only sound filling the space being the heavy breathing between the both of you. your skin is damp with sweat, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and yet the weight of what just happened lingers in the air.

then, sunoo smirks, breaking the silence with a breathy chuckle.

“am i subby now?”

natty’s notes 〢hoped you liked it !!

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rikinnies · 7 months ago

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i’m having a hard time figuring out what to do for my next fic , please help ❤︎︎

#𝒻𝗶𝗰 𝒽𝙚𝙡𝙥 ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ༘🗯️⋆#enha fluff #enha imagines #enha smut #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios

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rikinnies · 7 months ago

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literally my baby, i live for her fics so bad. ❤︎︎

𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

pairing ☰ tutors! jayki x student! reader

genre ☰ smut

warnings ☰ fingering, pussy eating, masturbation, handjob, teasing, etc.

natty’s notes ☰ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

honestly, you still didn’t understand why you were required to take a japanese class. it wasn’t that you hated the language—if anything, it was one of the ones you had actually been interested in learning. but the one thing that completely sucked the excitement out of it?

your infuriating professor.

she made the class insufferable, her teaching methods feeling more like a punishment than a learning experience. she wasn’t necessarily unfair, just cold, strict, and utterly indifferent to whether you sank or swam. and right now, she was making it very clear that you were sinking.

you stood by her desk, hands gripping the strap of your bag, shifting uncomfortably under her stern, emotionless gaze. her face was unreadable, lips pressed into a firm line, her sharp eyes boring into yours like she could already see your failure etched in stone.

“honestly, y/n, there’s not much I can do for you.”

her voice was flat, impassive, delivering the words with no sympathy, no concern, just a matter-of-fact finality that made your stomach tighten with frustration.

“you have until the end of this semester before I have to withdraw you from this class.”

she spoke as she gathered her belongings, meticulously organizing her papers before slipping them into her bag, completely unaffected by the way your chest tightened at her words.

you clenched your jaw, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes too hard.

if it weren’t for your parents breathing down your neck about your grades, you wouldn’t have even cared about being withdrawn. but they did care. and you wanted to prove them wrong—prove to them that you were capable, that you could actually excel in something.

but you were running out of time.

“um…” you cleared your throat, your voice coming out less confident than you wanted. “is there… any tutors that I could get the contact info for? or maybe extra materials? please—” you exhaled, swallowing your pride as you looked her straight in the eye. “i beg you, just… don’t withdraw me.”

your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag, anxiety settling heavily in your chest as you waited for her response, praying she would actually give you something to work with.

she let out a heavy sigh, the kind that made it painfully clear she wasn’t all that invested in your success—but at least she was giving you something. rummaging through her desk drawer, she pulled out a small stack of business cards, thumbing through them before finally selecting one. her fingers paused over the worn edges, as if she had done this countless times before, handing desperate students the same lifeline when they had nowhere else to turn.

she slid the card across the desk, and your eyes immediately locked onto the names printed at the top—nishimura riki & park jongseong.

underneath, their contact information was neatly listed, along with a small, minimalistic logo indicating they were official, independent tutors.

“these are the tutors I recommend you reach out to,” she stated, voice still as emotionless as ever. but then she paused, tilting her head slightly before adding, “though be aware that the school does not provide financial support for their lessons. you’ll have to pay them yourself.”

your fingers tightened around the card, already feeling your wallet crying in protest.

tutors weren’t cheap—especially ones that were highly recommended. but at this point, what choice did you have?

your grades in every other class were flawless, sitting comfortably between 96-90%, a perfect record marred only by this one class, this one miserable 45% that threatened to ruin everything. you couldn’t let that happen. you wouldn’t.

so, right then and there, you made your decision.

“thank you so much.”

your voice was firm, resolute, appreciative despite the sinking realization that you were about to go broke for the sake of passing this class. still, you bowed slightly—a gesture of gratitude you rarely extended, but this was a rare moment of kindness from a woman who never once showed it.

clutching the card tightly, you turned on your heel, already feeling your mind swirl with possibilities.

who were these tutors?

and more importantly—what had you just signed yourself up for?

it had been a week since your extra japanese lessons with riki and jongseong began, though he had quickly insisted you call him jay as the three of you grew more comfortable, less formal. but any sense of familiarity disappeared the moment your lessons started—because when it came to teaching, they were unyielding, demanding, and relentless.

“do it again, y/n.”

jay’s voice was calm but firm, his sharp gaze fixed on you as you struggled to pronounce the sentence correctly. his patience was there, but only barely.

“it isn’t right. you have to listen well, doll.”

that nickname—doll.

his voice wrapped around it like silk, low and effortless, the pet name rolling off his tongue with a casual intimacy that sent a sharp tingle down your spine.

you tried again, but your tongue fumbled, the syllables coming out clumsy, and before you could even process your own frustration, riki was already speaking.

“relax, kitty.”

kitty.

the name had snuck its way in subtly over the past few days—a slow, deliberate progression from innocent teasing to something far more intimate.

“what’s wrong? you seem more out of it today.”

his tone was lighter than jay’s, more teasing, but still expectant, waiting for an answer you weren’t sure how to give.

because how could you explain it?

how could you explain the way your body betrayed you every time they spoke to you like that?

the small gestures that were casual, but never accidental—the way riki’s fingers would linger a little too long when passing you a pen, fingertips brushing the inside of your wrist, tracing just enough to leave a trail of heat.

the way jay would lean in too close, his hand ghosting over your lower back, resting there for a second longer than necessary, warm and grounding.

and now?

now it was the sweet pet names, soft and intoxicating, slipping from their lips so effortlessly, completely unbothered by how wrecked they left you.

you didn’t mind it.

but your body?

your body made it far too obvious.

every time they called you something cute, every time their voices dipped just a little lower, your cheeks would heat up instantly, a burning flush creeping up your neck.

your thighs would press together without thinking, a shameful, automatic response you tried desperately to suppress.

but the worst part—the absolute worst part—was the way they had started whispering in your ear.

you didn’t know why your ears were so damn sensitive, but the moment their breath ghosted against your skin, the moment their lips came close enough to brush against the shell of your ear—

it was over.

your entire body would jolt, a sharp shiver running down your spine, goosebumps rising along your arms as you fought to keep yourself composed.

and when it became too much—when the air between you grew too thick, too charged, too unbearable—you would abruptly excuse yourself, mumbling something about needing the bathroom, heart pounding, body burning, needing even just a moment to breathe.

but deep down?

you knew they had already noticed.

and so they tested it.

you sat right next to jay on the couch, the warmth of his broad frame pressing against your side, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. at first, you had been thrown off by the fact that their lessons were held at their apartment rather than a more formal setting, but you never questioned it. maybe you should have.

riki sat across from you, a notebook resting loosely on his lap, but his sharp gaze wasn’t focused on the pages. no, his attention was fixed entirely on you, his eyes raking over your figure, studying you like he was searching for something.

your stomach twisted slightly, an unfamiliar nervous energy settling in your chest.

because if you were being completely honest—these were the hottest tutors you’d ever had.

they carried themselves with an effortless confidence, an aura that was undeniably magnetic. the way they moved, the way they spoke, the way they played off each other so seamlessly—it was almost unfair how well they complemented one another.

riki was the playful one, always teasing, always smirking, always testing just how flustered he could make you before you snapped.

jay, on the other hand, was demanding, firm, relentless. he would make you repeat yourself over and over, pushing you until your pronunciation was flawless, sharp, precise.

and right now?

right now, both of them were watching you struggle.

your throat felt dry as you lowered your gaze back to your notes, your fingers gripping the edge of the paper tightly. you tried again, attempting to pronounce the phrase correctly, but the words came out shaky, uncertain, hesitant.

because this time—it was harder.

this time—jay was closer.

his sharp gaze bore into you, his presence looming, his breath warm against your cheek as his eyes flickered from the side of your face down to your notes.

and then—his hand.

you barely registered it at first, the way his palm came to rest on your lower back, fingers spreading slightly, his grip firm, grounding.

but the second you did, your body tensed instinctively, the heat of his touch burning through the thin fabric of your shirt.

he wasn’t moving.

he wasn’t pulling away.

he was just holding you there.

keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“oh, you sound so fucking cute, doll.”

jay’s voice was dark, velvety, each word dripping with mockery, amusement, and something far more dangerous. his breath fanned against your skin, the heat of it sending a violent shiver straight down your spine.

“what’s wrong?”

his lips pressed against your ear, the warmth of them searing, sending your senses spiraling into overdrive.

“am i teasing you too much?”

his voice was barely above a whisper, yet it felt thunderous, making your breath catch in your throat, your pulse hammering beneath your skin.

“you can’t take it?”

a sudden, slow flick, the tip of it grazing the shell of your ear, warm and wet and deliberate, dragging along the sensitive curve before running smoothly down the length.

your body jerked, a sharp, strangled whimper tearing through your lips before you could even stop it.

it was loud, clear, undeniable.

jay chuckled, low and satisfied, his lips still pressed against your ear, savoring the way you had completely melted under his touch.

“you don’t think we notice, baby?”

your breath hitched violently, the teasing lilt in his voice sending heat pooling between your thighs.

“the way you rub your thighs together when you think we’re not looking?”

your eyes squeezed shut, embarrassment flooding you, but it didn’t matter—because they had already seen everything.

“the way your skirt always rides up when you sit on this couch—”

jay’s fingers ghosted over your bare thigh, tracing light, lazy patterns, just enough to make you squirm.

”—only to get up and leave a wet patch behind?”

your entire body flushed hot, a wave of humiliation and arousal crashing over you all at once.

riki, who had been watching in silence, let out a low chuckle, shifting slightly where he sat, his eyes glinting with something wicked.

“did you really think we wouldn’t notice, kitty?”

you swallowed hard.

they had been paying attention all along.

before you could even process the overwhelming heat of jay’s breath against your ear, another sensation sent a violent shudder through your body—a second pair of lips, warm and teasing, pressing against your other ear.

riki.

his breath was heavier, thick with something raw, unfiltered, a deep, gravelly hum of satisfaction slipping past his lips as he leaned in closer, closer, closer—until you could feel the low grunts vibrating against your skin.

your entire body tensed, every nerve alight with desperate need, your pussy clenching involuntarily at the sheer sound of them.

you could feel the evidence of your arousal, your slickness spreading, seeping onto your inner thighs, dampening the fabric of your panties, clinging to your heated skin.

“what do you think about that gets you so fucking wet, baby?”

riki’s voice was silky, slow, edged with amusement, his fingers gliding down from your jaw, tracing along your collarbone, ghosting over the exposed skin peeking through your slightly disheveled school shirt.

had it been this loose before?

or had they noticed the way you subconsciously tugged at it, the way you unknowingly tried to expose more skin, craving their touch before you even realized it yourself?

his fingers barely skimmed the surface, teasing over the delicate fabric as if testing how far he could go before you completely crumbled.

“you probably think about us fucking you so hard, baby, hm?”

jay’s voice came low, dark, unforgiving, each syllable dripping into your ears like poison.

“wanting our dicks so deep inside you?”

your breath hitched sharply, the vivid imagery in his words sending a sharp, nearly unbearable ache straight to your core.

“or do you think about the way we’d finger fuck you so well—”

jay’s fingers danced lower, trailing over your stomach, stopping just before they reached where you needed them most, his touch hovering, taunting, cruel.

”—feeling you clench around our fingers, so fucking desperate to cum all over them, hm?”

a broken, shaky breath escaped you, your thighs pressing even tighter together, but it was useless.

because they had already noticed everything.

you couldn’t take it anymore.

the aching heat between your thighs was unbearable, an insatiable fire burning deep in your core, demanding relief—demanding them. you tried—desperately, hopelessly—to create some kind of friction, rubbing your thighs together, squeezing them tight, but it was pathetic. useless.

it wasn’t enough.

it would never be enough.

“please…”

the word slipped from your lips in a soft, wrecked whimper, your voice barely above a breath, pleading, helpless, needy.

their hands were everywhere, slow and teasing, fingertips grazing over your exposed skin, tracing lazy patterns, skimming over your arms, your waist, the dip of your thighs—but never where you needed them.

you squirmed, writhed, arched into their touch, your body betraying you completely.

“please what, baby?”

riki’s voice was low, dark, dripping with amusement, his words vibrating through you, making the heat pulse even stronger, deeper, sharper.

his eyes raked over you, intense, unreadable, his gaze settling on the way your legs clenched together, your body fidgeting with desperation.

“what does the princess want?”

he knew.

he fucking knew.

and still—he wanted to hear you say it.

your breath hitched, your lips parting, quivering, shame and desire twisting inside you, making your stomach tighten with longing.

“touch me, please…”

the words were barely audible, fragile, broken, as if even admitting it shattered whatever restraint you had left.

and the second they left your lips—jay and riki exchanged a glance.

a knowing glance. a dangerous glance.

jay was the first to break, his restraint snapping like a frayed thread, his movements slow but deliberate as he sank to his knees before you.

his hands glided down your thighs, fingers spreading over your skin, thumbs pressing just lightly enough to make you shiver. the warmth of his palms sent a shockwave through your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he gently but firmly parted your legs.

the moment you were fully exposed to him, he stilled.

his jaw clenched, his dark eyes locked onto the mess between your thighs, the way your slick had completely soaked through your panties, the way your inner thighs glistened under the dim light.

you were dripping, ruined, so fucking wet for them that the sight alone had his breath staggering, his self-control crumbling.

“holy fuck—”

his voice was low, strained, laced with something raw and primal.

his fingers hovered, barely grazing the damp fabric of your panties, the delicate material completely drenched, clinging to your folds like a second skin.

he let his fingers linger, running a slow, lazily teasing stroke along the seam, feeling how sticky, how completely soaked you were, his touch coming back slick and glistening.

his fingers pressed down just slightly, not enough to give you what you needed, but just enough to make your hips twitch, your breath hitch, your body ache for more.

“so fucking wet—fuck…”

his voice came out hoarse, almost dazed, as if he couldn’t quite believe how wrecked you already were for them.

he dragged his fingers up one more time, watching how easily they slid over your slick-covered panties, his gaze flickering up to meet yours, heavy-lidded, intense, completely locked in.

“all this for us, huh, baby?”

his smirk was pure sin, his fingers still teasing, still lingering, still refusing to give you what you were so clearly begging for.

jay’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your soaked panties, his movements agonizingly slow, dragging the flimsy fabric down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

he made no move to remove your skirt, instead lifting it just enough before pushing himself underneath, as if the idea of you still being partially clothed only fueled his hunger more.

his breath was hot, teasing, suffocating as it ghosted over your exposed, dripping cunt, the warmth sending a violent shiver straight through your spine.

his tongue flicked out, licking broad, wet strokes over your folds, no hesitation, no build-up—just pure, unrelenting hunger.

“oh—fuck!”

a loud, broken moan was ripped from your throat, your body jerking violently, hands flying out in search of something—anything—to ground yourself.

but the only thing within reach was riki.

your fingers clamped down on his thighs, nails digging in, gripping hard, using him as leverage as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

“you like it, baby?”

riki’s voice was smooth, teasing, dripping with dark amusement as he watched your wrecked state.

“love the way jay is making you feel, huh?”

his hands fumbled with his belt, undoing it with one swift motion, his pants falling to his thighs as he pushed his boxers down next.

his cock sprang free, thick, heavy, flushed an angry red, the tip leaking with precum, twitching with every subtle movement.

before you could even register it, he was already grabbing your wrist, guiding your trembling hand towards him.

he wrapped your fingers around his length, the warmth of your palm making him groan lowly, deep from his chest.

“just like that, baby.”

his fingers covered yours, guiding your hand down his cock, then back up, slow, torturous strokes.

your touch was hesitant at first, but the moment you felt the throb of his veins, the sheer heat of him pulsing against your palm, thick and overwhelming—you squeezed slightly.

his breath hitched, sharp and ragged.

“uh—fuck.”

his head tilted back slightly, his jaw clenching as he let you pump him slowly, the pace still dictated by his hand over yours.

his head tilted slightly, his lips still pressed against the shell of your ear, his breath ragged, heavy, each exhale sending waves of heat coursing through your veins.

a deep, low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against you, his body tensing as the pleasure surged higher.

“fuck, baby…”

his voice was gritty, strained, filled with something dark and unfiltered, and the sound alone made your fingers tighten instinctively around his cock.

his movements against your hand grew rougher, needier, his hips jerking forward, pushing himself deeper into your grip, chasing more friction.

“what are your parents gonna say, hmm?”

his tone was mocking, teasing, utterly shameless, his lips grazing your heated skin, enjoying the way your body twitched, trembled, clung to every syllable that dripped from his tongue.

“being eaten out and fisting my dick in your hand like a good girl—”

his grip on your wrist tightened, his hips grinding forward, forcing you to stroke him faster, harder.

”—just for your tutors, huh, baby?”

his words sent a violent shudder ripping through your body, your entire form tensing, burning, aching, the filth of his voice intertwining with the relentless, sinful pleasure that jay was unleashing on you.

loud, helpless cries tore from your throat, your body completely at their mercy, caught between the wrecking force of their touch.

jay’s tongue was devastating, licking, flicking, sucking your clit mercilessly, his lips sealing around the sensitive bud, his tongue moving in tight, endless figure-eights against your cunt.

nonstop. precise. cruel.

“so fucking sweet, baby—fuck…”

jay groaned against you, his voice muffled against your folds, his grip tightening around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you.

riki’s cock throbbed against your palm, thick and heavy, his body shuddering under your touch, the sight of you falling apart beneath them only making him ten times harder.

“jay!”

your cry tore through the room, loud, desperate, completely wrecked as he slammed three fingers into you at once, the sudden stretch making your entire body jolt against the couch.

your walls fluttered, struggling to adjust to the sudden intrusion, but jay gave you no time to recover.

his fingers moved instantly, expertly, setting a steady, merciless rhythm, curling just right, pressing against that deep, devastating spot inside you.

your thighs trembled violently, muscles clenching as his tongue and mouth never once faltered, sucking, licking, flicking over your swollen clit, his mouth working in perfect sync with his fingers.

your hips jerked up, completely out of your control, grinding against his face, chasing more, needing more, your body fighting to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure.

but the pleasure didn’t just stop there.

your hand tightened around riki’s cock, your strokes growing faster, rougher, every motion slick and effortless from the precum leaking down his length.

“oh fuuuck, doll—don’t stop.”

riki’s moan was loud, ragged, his chest heaving, his breath coming out in short, heavy huffs, his head tilting back against the couch, exposing the long curve of his throat.

his abs tensed, flexed, his fingers digging into your thigh as he thrust into your hand, his body rocking in sync with every stroke, completely unraveling under your touch.

the sounds in the room were obscene—jay’s muffled groans, the wet, messy sounds of his fingers pumping into you, curling, stretching, wrecking you.

riki’s low, breathless curses, the slick drag of your palm up and down his cock, the way his hips jerked forward, his need for relief just as desperate as yours.

you were losing control.

and they were loving every second of it.

the coil in your stomach twisted, tightened, pulled impossibly taut, the sensation so intense it had your hips jerking back desperately, fucking yourself onto jay’s fingers, chasing your release.

a low chuckle vibrated from beneath your skirt, the sound dark, amused, completely in control.

“that’s it, doll.”

jay’s voice was muffled, drenched in satisfaction, his fingers curling deeper, faster, sharper, pressing against that spot with every precise thrust.

but riki—riki was falling apart just as fast.

his moans grew louder, more raw, his breath coming out in jagged, uneven gasps, his cock twitching violently against your grip.

“oh fuck—fuck, baby—”

his voice broke, deep and wrecked, his hips snapping forward, fucking into your palm, completely at the mercy of your touch.

“i’m gonna cum—fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

his head tilted back, exposing the long line of his glistening throat, his lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, his entire body shuddering violently.

his cock throbbed aggressively, the final jolt of pleasure hitting him hard, sending thick, hot ropes of cum spilling over your hand, painting your fingers, dripping down his stomach in messy streaks.

he groaned, low and breathless, his fingers digging into your thigh, his entire body tensing as the aftershocks tore through him.

the warm, sticky evidence of riki’s release covered your hand completely, thick ropes of cum coating your fingers, dripping down your palm, the sheer mess of it making your stomach twist with something filthy and overwhelming.

his cock twitched violently, still spilling out more, more, his breath ragged and uneven, body shuddering beneath your touch.

but it was the final pulse, the last desperate throb against your palm, that tipped you over the edge.

your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, a sharp, suffocating wave of pleasure that ripped through every nerve in your body, blinding, consuming, devastating.

“fuck—”

your thighs clamped down hard around jay’s head, trembling uncontrollably, your entire form jerking, writhing, completely at his mercy.

“fuck yeah, baby—just like that.”

jay’s voice was gravelly, thick, dripping with satisfaction, but he never stopped.

his mouth sealed tighter around you, his tongue working even faster, greedier, messier, as if he could drink you in completely, pull every last drop of pleasure from your body.

his groans vibrated against your core, the sound deep, guttural, completely wrecked, sending aftershocks pulsing through you, making your thighs shake even harder.

his hands gripped your hips, forcing you even closer, pressing you into his mouth, making sure you had nowhere to run from the overwhelming sensation.

“mmm, fuck—”

he was moaning against you, slurping, sucking, devouring, his tongue flicking fast, unrelenting, determined to lap up every single drop, to prolong your high until you were nothing but a shaking mess beneath him.

he was obsessed with the way you tasted, the way you trembled, the way you completely fell apart for them.

and even as your body shuddered, completely spent, completely wrecked—they still weren’t done.

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