#enhypen fyp

[en-lov3r]

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚-

[neodazed]

enhypen - 🎀 - grinding/dry humping

ot7xfem!reader - grinding and dry humping

warnings: grinding, dry humping (wow the shock), clothed sex, thigh/knee-riding, hand-riding, nose-humping, abs too, mentions of doing it on objects, some might be executed slightly painful, not all humps are dry tho, lmk if i missed smth!

biggest kisses and hugs to every oral-fixation enjoyer out there 💋 can’t believe it got 600 notes ! also, i wanted to say that i’ll gladly take requests, but i’m a person who takes their time and def puts their brain-bugs first. have fun reading ! masterlist

HEESEUNG

The first time Heeseung kisses you out of pure impatience, so rough his nose quite literally smashes onto yours, you know that’s something you will ride one day.

Obviously, you weren’t wrong.

But it’s not like you could just ask him bluntly — hey, you’re nose is so perfect, can I ride it? You didn’t have that much of a filthy mouth on you, no. You needed an ideal situation, which where you both were lost and loose enough to flew towards that direction.

So, back in the present, you’re already sitting on his face. The only fabric still “covering” you is the partially unclapped white bra, that Heeseung was too impatient to discard entirely, resulting in a annoyed huff, and just leaving it hanging off your tits, before grabbing your thighs in a harsh grip, and pulling you over his face.

Familiar it was, how your pussy enveloped mostly his chin and lips, a thing you’ve done countless times since you got together. The usual, practiced moves of his tongue licking your walls till the deepest parts he could possibly reach. His mouth closing around your clit, sucking so hard to the point you cried from both pleasure and faint pain. Sometimes, he liked to act like a jerk, and force you to stay in place, so that the joy you recieved was completely controlled and minimized by him, but truly, deep down, he was drunk. So high from how you taste, smell, and feel, all he wanted was to lay there and let you bounce on his face until he suffocates.

Totally normal about it.

Again, you’ve taken your well-deserved place. Your grip on his hair is tight and stable, as you lift your hips up and down in a repeating motion, sliding his warm muscle in and out of your pulsing hole. He groans into you, sending all the right vibrations, finger trying to rub your hard nub. When you push a little harder, paying a little less attention to wether he gets to breathe or not, you slide up enough that your clit brushes against the tip of his nose, and it’s so good you forgot everything you’ve thought out before. Your movements become intentional and directed, and his hand drops to his side by the newfound force. He waits a little, before grabbing your hips to pull away, his expression amused.

He’s smirking.

“If you like my nose so much, why don’t just sit on it all together?”

Your face reddens, realizing how obvious you have been. Is there a point of denying now though? Absolutely none. He gives a more soft, confirming nod, actually encouraging. You sit back, now in a position that allows his nose to go in between your puffy lips.

You don’t let yourself down entirely, but he doesn’t take your nice values happily, he grunts and pushes you down. Whimpers leave your mouth as you grind your clit without hesitation this time, a mantra of his name, gratitude to every god in the sky that let you have this moment. Crying out is an understatement to the noise you let out when the tip of his nose somehow manage to push past your ring. The bump rubs your insides in an unusal, yet mouth watering way. It’s Heeseung.

He’s the one slobbering over this, feeling like he’s on the edge of fucking heaven, and you’re about to send him through the gate by choking him into afterlife with your cunt.

Turns around it’s both of yours thing, afterall.

JAY

It was supposed to be a simple makeout session after dropping you off at home.

But then you started to stroke the back of his head with your cute little nails, opening your mouth wider, arching into his touch more, and before you could blink, you were in his lap.

However, he still holds back as much as he can, knowing you have to part ways eventually. He strokes your waist in a gentle manner, not pushing or pressing at all.

The problem is?

Those fucking jeans he decided to put on today. For anyone else, it looks and is like a simple pair of black denim jeans, and you are glad for that, honestly. Because thank god no one expect you stared at Jay enough to obsess over how the baggy pants got so tight in the place that mattered the most in this moment. You don’t even want to deny how you’ve been ogling at the bulge in his lap.

And that was him soft.

You must have a sixth sense, that made you wear a skirt today. As you lean onto his body, and lick into his warm mouth, it’s incredibly easy to just put your covered wetness on said bulge. He groans into the kiss, pulling back for a minute.

“We don’t have time to have sex now…” Is what he whispers, the words sounding almost painful coming from him, and you chuckle, continuing the kiss.

“We don’t have to” The short sentence is made in bits, taking a second for a sloppy kiss in between every word. He’s a tiny bit skeptical, but now so turned on he doesn’t protest.

He’s big enough to press against you in the right angle even through the tight material. It feels so big, so hot, so hard it makes a point itch somewhere deep inside of you. Your panties made of lace, and the fabric you try to so needily grind on make such an uncomfortable mix you’re not even sure how does it still feels so good.

It’s similar to a few things you did in the past, when you were single and inexperienced. Like humping a pillow, spraying cold water onto your clit on the hardest pressure, or grinding yourself back and forth on the arm of your chair.

Expect, now you’re not just dumbly chasing pleasure. It’s with Jay, who is kissing you so hard it bruises your bottom lip. With Jay, who guides you back and forth on his dick with his grip on your hips. With Jay, who pulls your soaked panties aside, and spits on your cunt you’ve rubbed raw by this point to make the slide easier, not caring if it also lands on his clothes. You already dirtied him with your slick, anyways.

It’s with Jay, who lets you explore and have your fun for a while, before getting frustrated and unbuckling his belt. The zipper he tries to pull down fastly grazes your lips, and you hiss, but immediatelly forget about it when his dick gets shoved into you the next second.

JAKE

It’s late in the evening.

The light breeze flowing in through the slightly opened window is a small sort of relief to your body, heated from the oppressive summer air and from the sight of your shirtless boyfriend laying next to you.

You are both tired - it’s obvious. Hazy eyes, short yawns, giggling about literally anything that happens in the late night glow, while you are wrapped up in each others presence.

But you can’t just go to sleep. Not like this, not when he is kissing so softly inside of the part connecting your neck and shoulders. When he reaches down to see if you’re also aroused, and it’s not just him growing needy despite the tiredness glooming over both of you.

He finds you wet, obviously. He smiles against your lips, proud of himself, and probably because he is a little out of it. Helps you kneel up just enough so that he can flatten his palm perfectly to cup your heat. He is way too spent to do his usual teasing, and the same goes for you. You make a silent agreement to just take.

His hand and forearm is strong, they don’t even budge as you begin to slowly rock yourself back and forth. You always loved them, to be honest. They’re big enough to envelope your smaller ones, his fingers are long and veiny, and it all screams perfection. He adds just the slightest pressure with one of his long digits to your clit, a motivation to go faster.

To hump the fuck out of it, basically.

But it wouldn’t be Jake if he wasn’t a whiny mess himself - he doesn’t ask for your palm, he just grabs it, and wraps it around his cock. He fucks your fist in a messy pace, no rhythm whatsover, sometimes yanking your arm so hard your own pace falters. Or the opposite, and he gets you in a position where the knuckles of his fingers press on your covered slit in a way that sends you to the edge right away.

‘S-so good, baby. Gonna come all over my hand? Gonna fuck yourself on it?’

Both of you do exactly that.

SUNGHOON

Black tank top+gray sweats+Sunghoon after his gym session?

Either have him now, or die, you think.

He’s sitting in front of you, with a towel loosely hanging around his neck.

The way his thigh strains beneath the thin fabric makes your mouth water, quite literally. All you can think about is having that taut muscle pressed between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the fabric until it starts to ache — from both the frustration and the roughness of the material.

Then your gaze travels up to his torso, watching as the black tank top clings to his slightly sweaty muscles, outlining everything perfectly for your hungry eyes. You have to bite the inside of your cheek just to stop a moan from slipping out at the sight alone.

Of course, Sunghoon isn’t stupid — and by now, he knows you well enough to read your mind. Not that your lust-drunk expression left much to the imagination anyway. He smiles at your reaction, before pulling you into his lap.

‘Sit, pretty’ He pats his wide spread thighs for you.

He starts kissing you — hot, demanding. In contrast, his fingers are gentle as they caress your thigh, moving slowly up and down, occasionally slipping just beneath the edge of your shorts. You sigh under his touch, and your own hand sets off on a little adventure — though it’s a short one, since it only gets as far as his cock. He smiles into the kiss, grabs your wrist, and pulls your hand away. A frustrated little growl escapes your lips, making him chuckle softly.

‘What happened? The way you were staring, I thought you were planning to cum on my thigh.”

He says with a smug grin, pushing you back slightly in his lap.

You lift your hips for just a moment, letting him slide your shorts and panties down. With the layers gone, the hardness of his thigh sends even more pleasure surging through you, pressing perfectly against your pulsing wetness.

‘Damn. You’d really ride anything I give you. Are you that desperate for me, Love?’ You don’t have the energy to huff at his words, because truly, you really are that desperate.

You must be quite the shameless sight, reaching down with one hand to part your outer lips just enough to grind your clit directly against him. You can’t say it isn’t a little embarrassing — but the arousal far outweighs the discomfort. You’re wet, of course you are, and every forward motion makes everything even slicker.

Sunghoon watches your little performance with amused, mischievous eyes. He’s already rock hard beneath his sweatpants, but watching you struggle, rubbing your swollen clit against his thigh like that, was just too entertaining to stop you.

‘Mhm, that’s it, baby. Make that dirty cunt cum over my pants.’

And you do.

SUNOO

Sunoo always has nerve-wracking punishments that make you question, time and time again, why you decide to piss him off in the first place.

Of course, not enough to stop you from doing it anyway.

Yet you haven’t even done a single thing wrong — you simply showed your own little cute, polite self when you returned the male waiter’s courteous smile at the restaurant.

Apparently, you can’t smile out of pure politeness anymore — you note out loud, after Sunoo makes you strip naked in front him. Your snarky comment only makes him roll his eyes. Of course even now, you can’t fucking shut up. Your smile instantly fades when he suddenly reaches between your legs, to press his palm onto your flesh. He scoffs at your reaction.

‘I’m scolding your nasty behaviour, and you’re fucking getting off on it?’ You stumble on your feet, and quickly take a hold of his shoulder as you shrug as an answer to his question. It wasn’t meant to be answered. Sunoo pulls back, leaning against the armchair he is sitting in. He is still fully dressed, in black denim pants, and now half-way unbuttoned white shirt. His flashed collarbone and chest, combined with the angry look on his face is simply delicious to your eyes. He pats his knees for you to sit, so you comply. Your first move is to lean onto his mouth, but he grabs your jaw and stops you.

‘I didn’t say you can kiss me’ You sigh. Alright, typical. Should’ve thought so. Your next go is at his crotch, but when he also yanks you back from there, you are left dumbfounded.

‘You’re really that stupid? You don’t get to have my mouth, dick, or fingers, baby’ Oh, okay. So this is the punishment this time.

‘So…what are we doing then?’ You sigh, biting your lip. You are needy, he literally stripped you down, and you are sitting in his lap. There’s no way he just wants to sit around and make you suffer…Right?

‘I didn’t tie your hands, did I? Get yourself off somehow, but do it without my help’ And his cock, mouth and fingers, as he said. As you think about what should you do, you shift on his legs, trying to get more comfortable, and now, you don’t know if he does on purpose or purely accidental, but his knee also adjusts in the same moment, and slides right under your core. And that’s more than enough to inspire you.

You rest your paws on his thigh, to steady yourself. You pull your hips back a little, so your pussy is just right in front of his knee, then push back. The sensation is immediate, though it’s a mix of strange and good. The fabric of his jeans is rough, obviously not meant to be, well, rubbed on, but it’s not like a flicker (or some more) of pain is not something you love in the first place. With the pace you settled on, the humping movement makes you whine, bumping your clit against the bones of his knee again and again. It’s still not enough though, Sunoo can see it very clearly on your face, hear it dripping through your pathetic little sounds.

There’s no warning before he holds your hips down, and moves his knee up. You whimper rather loudly, naked chest slumping against Sunoo’s, grabbing onto his arms.

‘S-sunoo, that hurts’

‘Hurts? You don’t want me to stop though, do you?’ He smirks, knowing the answer damn well is a desperate ‘no’.

His knee spreads your pussy apart as much as possible, the hardest part continously dragging up your slit and against your clit everytime he pushes up. You let out a hiss. Your lips, your slit, the entrance of your hole, your bundle of nerves…they’re all red and swollen puffy of the harsh material rubbing against you. You are almost crying, when you release over his clothes, your liquid dirtying his expensive jeans.

‘Thought this would be a good punishment, but of course you enjoyed it.’

JUNGWON

Jungwon’s family home had ridiculously thin walls, and it didn’t help that his parents’ bedroom was just two doors down.

Knowing all that, you probably shouldn’t have made out with the poor boy like crazy the first time you stayed over — but what’s done is done.

You pulled away before things could go too far, and now the two of you lie next to each other, breathing heavily.You turn over, as if not seeing his face might somehow calm the desire burning in you — or in him.You feel him shift too, the slow, deliberate way he wraps an arm around your waist and buries his face in the curve of your neck.You let out a relieved sigh, thinking maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to fall asleep like this — in this soft, sweet little moment.

Then his hips move.

At first, you try to tell yourself he’s just shifting to get comfortable — but by the third slow grind, it’s hard to keep up that narrative.

‘Won. What are you doing?’ You tilt your head back slightly to look him in the eyes, whispering. The boy shakes his head while a delicate blush spreads across his cheeks.

‘I c-can’t help it. I need to feel you right now’ He says in a desperate tone, now grinding with intent against your ass.

You want him too, how could you not? You haven’t been able to do much since you got together yet, but the desire and chermisty is definietly there. You feel it everytime you meet, everytime you touch, everytime you look at him. Obviously, you’re not about to have sex now. It’s not the place or time to do it, but still…

You can’t say no.

You take a shaky breath. The fingers that were resting on his hand now travel further, stroking his arm that is wrapped around your middle. Not with the most confidence, though just as eager as him, you push back. Feeling his bulge press against your backside and thighs is not that new. But the impatient, hurried pace of it pressing onto you is, and you think it must be good for him.

Good, but is it enough?

You need more. You need his growing member on a place that is pulsing for him, unsure yet open at the same time.

The only thing you’re wearing are boxers and panties, so when you suddenly decide to turn on your other side, he’s not prepared to back up even a little bit, and his cock presses forward, but now onto your pussy, covered by the very thin layer of underwear. Your hand slaps on his mouth almost right way, to stifle the loud noise you know he’s about to make.

You keep one of your hands there, even when Jungwon rolls on top of you, to rub his leaking hardness harshly. He’s obviously frustrated, the layer of his briefs being the reason, since you have gotten so wet your panties almost make no difference in the process. He grunts, and frees his dick, reassuring you when he sees the doubtful look on your face.

‘I won’t do anything else. Just want to feel you better’

It’s messy. Full of pre-cum, slick, and slight sweat, a mix of fluids making the slide so hard. If he was inside, he would he in heaven now. He’s not though, and the slippery mess you have created together only makes his annoyence grow, his grip on you tighter, and the press of his hips unhuman, both in pace and strength.

If there was unresolved sexual tension between the two of you before, now there’s a whole bomb ticking for more.

RIKI

‘I had something in mind’ Is what you whisper into Riki’s mouth when you pull away to breath for a second.

At first, his brain doesn’t really register that you said something, and instead of an answer, he kisses you again. Making out with Riki is quite similar to a fever dream, you think. Relatively slow, but the intensity doesn’t lay in the pace he sets. It’s a nerve-wrecking build up of plump lips, firm hands and wetness.

Both of you like it sloppy.

You try to gently push him away by his chest, and he listens this time.

‘Yeah? What is it?’ He did listen at first too, he was just too into it.

You are not that embarassed to say it, of course. You and him make a couple who are both got a rather high sex drive, and Riki was certainly never afraid to voice his thoughts on new things you could try. You, on the other hand, might be a bit more shy to just blurt them out. You’re not ashamed of wanting it, but your boyfriend is so good at keeping that damn eyecontact, and that cocky smirk on his lips still, that you can’t help but get flustered at times like this.

‘It might be a little weird’

You tuck your hair behind your ears. The muscles of his face are already twitching, but he suprisingly manages to stay serious.

‘Weird to me? Or to you?’ His fingers stroke from your hips to the underside of your chest repeatedly, making it kinda hard to think.

‘To you. I think’ His expression turns amused, but he doesn’t comment anything else, looking forward to hear it finally.

‘I though I could like…you know. Your abs’ You don’t say the word ‘ride’. You don’t really want to, and you already have been grinding on his clothed cock, so the idea might give itself, hopefully.

‘You gotta be more specific than that, baby.’

Asshole.

‘Like…grind on it.”

He stills for a moment, shocked that you actually said that out loud. Then he nods, and peels his shirt of fin a swift motion. The perfect pattern of his abs are revealed to your eyes, your mouth runs dry at the sight. His broad shoulders, biceps, veiny forearms and hands…the well built six pack on his stomach is a perfect match to complete the beautiful man that he is.

He lays on his back on the couch, his upper body flexing in the movement. Since there was no question and he seemed to be on board, you decide not to give him any more chance to tease you, so without another word, you quickly shimmy your undies down, and straddle him.

Biggest beige flag?

‘When his abs are so well defined you can cum by rubbing your cunt on it’.

Yes, that’s pretty random yet you love it.

You have to part your outer lips to feel him, and he is quite mesmerized by the view he is blessed with.

‘Such a pretty pussy for me, hm?’

Now you are glad he is talking, his voice sends waves of pleasure through your body, and it all comes out in the form of your wetness gathering between your legs. You try your best to have a stable grip, but you keep on slipping on his abdomen. He huffs, grabbing your hips and fixing you. He starts to guide you, pressing you down so hard the only thing you can do is moan.

‘It’s a bit funny, no? You’re so needy for me. You want to ride everything I have’ He lets out a low chuckle. Your face turns red.

“And you let me do it. That makes you just as needy, no?’

He smiles, and drags you down for a kiss.

‘Not my fault I have such a freaky girl on me.’

bae @ziiao

[jakeswifeyyy]

This clip....this fucking clip why WOULD HE DO THAT DAMN I HAVE NO APPROPRIATE WORDS TO SAY.

[ella8rikii]

Texts with Heeseung as your man

Idol!heeseungxnonidol!reader

Warnings: reader and niki team up on hee, swearing, mentions of fighting, play bullying, pet names, FLUFF

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Y’all can agree hee is a cutie!!

EDIT : I just realised almost every one of these mentions niki 🤦‍♀️ am I down bad or am I down bad

[foxiniw01]

So... yeah, this is the man that wanted to be a priest.

[yoshi17here]

.𖥔 ˖ִ ࣪15 boyfriend habits of Ni-ki˖ִ ࣪⚝₊˖ִ ࣪

つ◕_◕つ Yoshi: hey guys I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately, but I am going to be making a promise, that I'll post every day of December, so be ready!!!

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Goofy ahh boyfriend, Idk why but I think he'd be lowkey brain rot

he would always make fun of you every time he gets

mocks you about your height 24/7

he never fails to make you laugh

hides stuff in the upper shelves so you would need his help

pranks you all the time

once he pranked you so badly that you started crying from how badly he scared you

don't worry though he carried you to the sofa and gave you cuddles and begged you for forgiveness

complains about you stealing his stuff but secretly loves it

he thinks you look so small and cuddable (Grammarly says it's not a word but from now on it is)

sometimes he wants to bite you from cuteness aggression

he likes to pick you up spin you around and throw you on his bed

every time he hugs you he mocks you and says "Where did y/n go?" cuz you look so small around him🤏

he gets you gifts every time he sees something that reminds him of you

even though Ni-ki may not say that he loves you so much, he loves you with all his heart you're his whole world and don't need anything else.

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[imzhouxinyu]

Stress Relief.. (Yang Jungwon)

pairing : idol!jungwon x afab!reader

genre : smut , established relationship , stress relieving.

warnings : making out, fingering , hair pulling , pussy eating, unprotected sex.

a/n : for my baby @shyoko ! hope you enjoy love <3

The door slammed shut behind him.

You barely had time to glance up from the couch before Jungwon was already crossing the room, jaw tight, eyebrows pulled together. He dropped his bag with a loud thud, not even bothering to take off his shoes as he made a beeline for you.

“Long day?” you offered, voice soft, almost teasing. But he didn’t answer. He just dropped onto the couch, pulling you into his lap with a desperate kind of urgency.

His mouth crashed against yours — hot, hungry, almost rough. You whimpered into the kiss, hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he licked into your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it between his. His fingers dug into your hips, almost like he was grounding himself, needing something to hold onto before he lost it completely.

Jungwon pulled back just enough to growl, “Need you. Now. Please.”

You nodded, heart racing. Whatever happened today, whatever stress his company had on him — you’d let him take it out on you.

His hands were already under your shirt, yanking it over your head. He kissed a messy trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until you knew you’d have marks tomorrow. Your fingers found his hair, threading through the soft strands — and when you tugged, just a little, he let out the most beautiful sound. A low, needy moan against your skin.

“Fuck,” he panted, hips rocking up into you. “Do that again.”

You pulled harder, and he groaned, biting at your collarbone in retaliation. His hands slid under your shorts, cupping your ass, squeezing like he couldn’t get enough of you. Then suddenly he flipped you onto your back, kneeling between your legs as he yanked your shorts and panties down in one rough motion.

He spread you open with shaking hands, staring down at you like you were salvation itself. Then he dipped down, tongue flattening against your pussy, with soft kitten licks, and you cried out, head falling back against the cushions.

He ate you like he was starving, tongue flicking and curling, nose brushing your clit. Your thighs trembled around his head but he just grabbed them, forcing you to stay open for him as he licked deeper, wetter, messier.

“Jungwon—” you gasped, hips jerking up.

He pulled back just enough to slip two fingers inside you, curling them expertly as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You felt yourself clenching around him, teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast.

“Cum for me,” he murmured against you, voice wrecked. “Wanna feel you.”

You broke apart with a cry, body shaking, gripping his hair so tightly he groaned into you. He didn’t stop, letting you ride it out until you were gasping for breath, body too sensitive to take more.

Then he was unbuttoning his jeans, finally pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock was flushed, leaking, and he barely gave himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance.

“No condom, fuck how—” he rasped, forehead pressed to yours.

“Don’t care,” you whispered, pulling him down to kiss you again. “I’m on the pill.. please I need you Wonnie..”

He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open. You moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out with a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he set a brutal pace. You clung to him, matching his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

It wasn’t slow or gentle — it was messy, frantic, desperate. The kind of fucking that left you both gasping for air, clinging to each other like you’d fall apart otherwise.

He pulled your hair again, tilting your head back so he could kiss along your throat, leaving more marks, claiming you. And when he felt you tightening around him again, his rhythm faltered, a broken moan escaping him.

“Gonna cum,” he panted, thrusts growing sloppy. “Where—”

“Inside,” you whispered, nails dragging down his back. “Please baby please..”

“S-shiit.. fuck..” That was all it took. He spilled into you with a deep, shuddering groan, hips jerking as he fucked you through it. You came again just from the feeling of it — the heat, the stretch, the raw need between you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just tangled together, catching your breath.

Then Jungwon lifted his head, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face. His eyes, though tired, were softer now. Calmer. He kissed you again, this time slower, almost grateful.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled, hands smoothing over his trembling back. “I love you my wonnie..”

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[tttabii]

──. 이희승 MY OBSESSION GROWS ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

lee heeseung x female reader

YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER barista behind the sleek counter of HYBE's in-house café, your soft-tone "欢迎光临"hardly catching anyone's attention in the idol-filled building. Most didn't care enough to listen either.

Your Korean was decent, passable, but had a thick Chinese accent, and many days you would default to silence and let your hands do the talking by serving cappuccinos and americanos to the artists who barely remembered your name.

But Heeseung did.

Every day.

At first, it was just subtle—he would linger a little longer at the counter, pretending to check messages while watching you write on the cups. Then he started seeing things.

The way you tied your hair up when you were too busy, the exact moment of the day you changed the song that was playing on your earbuds, how you always wore muted colors, except for those one black mary janes you wore whenever you could. He had become slowly, but irreversibly obsessed.

It started as simple curiosity. 

Heeseung shouldn't have even been on the subway, but he went undercover as he donned his hoodie and mask before taking the long way home to the subway station to again experience you—hoping you would get on your usual train or his train after work.

He found you waiting at the subway station, looking so immersed in your own world, the music blaring in your earphones.

Guessing he looked like a stranger, he stood beside you and tilted his head down just enough to see one of your earphones hanging ultra-low out of his ear. He tried to figure out what song you were listening to—he was guessing some Chinese pop—which he couldn't understand at all.

But the fact that it was yours? That was enough.

You didn't notice him at all. Didn't really notice him. You'd never look long enough to. That's how invisible you were to him, but he couldn't look away.Only when you almost stepped into traffic—head down, music blaring, unawares—did he broke the dream. He grasped your arm tight and fast, yanking you back onto the curb.

"Hey careful," he said quickly, in english now. Your eyes got all wide, your confusion coming too fast as you looked up at him, eyebrows pinched and lips apart. 

You nodded slowly, a shy, quiet thank you slipping past your lips as you took out your earphones. He smiled behind the mask, heart thudding way too hard, then gestured for you to turn the volume down.

And just like that, you disappeared, back into the crowd.

That night, he downloaded all the language apps he could find. "She's Chinese," he shared with the members in the dorm, staring at the ceiling. "I want to learn... for her."

And that was only the start of his obsession. Your hair had been a warm cherry brown in the spring. A week later, he had rolled up to schedule with a similar hue.

"For the fans," he said to his manager. Right. There was an uncanny resemblance between your casual street-style outfits and his sudden wardrobe changes.

And those playlists he shared on live? They suddenly contained soft, mandarin songs, that he knew his fans wouldn't be able to translate. But he could. Now.

The members picked up on it. Everyone picked up on it. "Bro, are you turning into her?" Jay asked one morning, as they watched you behind the café counter again, headphones on, quietly humming. Heeseung grinned, on you, as you stirred someone's drink.

"No," he whisper. "I just want to be the version of me she would notice." 

"Whatever you say, buddy," Jake snorted, clapping Heeseung on the back as they all watched you from the couch near the café counter.

Heeseung watched as you untied your apron after finishing your shift for the day.

Your shoulders dropped, and you sighed, swiping some hair out of your face. Heeseung was transfixed as his eyes followed the movement, mesmerized by the way your lips moved when you mumbled to yourself.

"Go. Go talk to her. You have been learning Chinese for three months because of her," Sunghoon shoved him hard, and the others followed suit by practically pushing him out of his seat.

He stumbled like an awkward teenager, hands flapping and messing with his fingers and patting down his hoodie.

It was like his body shifted before his brain registered what was happening.You noticed him—how could you not? Heeseung was tall and hard to miss, even when disguised. His face was hidden, but the sharpness of those eyes and softness of his voice?

You recognized them all too well.

"你还好吗?" you asked, head cocked to the side as brows knitted together. And it shattered him.

You remembered him. The guy from the traffic stop.

He froze for a second, then replied, "我没事。你呢?" His pronunciation was careful, tender.

You blinked, surprised. "You speak...?"

 He smiled beneath the mask, nodding once. "Learning. For a while now."

Your eyes sparkled with that undeniable look of impressiveness. You laughed lightly as you reached to take off your hair clip and your now-matching red strands fell over your shoulders.

That moment? That image? Heeseung wanted to freeze it for ever. But, he never said anything more. He never did.

Not the real things, anyways. He couldn't even confess that your playlist had become his, that he started to dress like you, that he had memorized your café schedule before anyone else.

That fans thought his aesthetic shift was a concept-but it was really you. And, you still had no idea. He walked next to you that night, not saying much, allowing you to ramble away in a mix of Korean and English, as you both crossed the dim-lit street. He allowed himself to glance at you as often as he could.

He watched the way your eyes sparkled with the nearby city lights, and how your fingers played with the sleeves of your jacket. His jacket, actually. He draped his jacket over your shoulders the minute he noticed the chill in the air. 

What you didn't know was that someone captured the moment. One blurry picture. Your hair a match to his. His hand lightly resting on your lower back as you leaned forward to see something in a store window.

One blurry video of you two laughing next to a food stall as he handed you a skewer, your red hair catching the light.

The way he looked at you in that one second. That was all it took.

 The internet caught on to it.

"WHO is she???"

"Heeseung's new girlfriend???"

"She looks kind of Korean... kind of not???"

"Matching hair. Matching outfits. Matching vibes."

"She's not on IG or Twitter so she must either be low key or from out of the country."

"I swear I have seen her before from some company background video—wasn't she behind the coffee bar?"

They didn't know your name. They didn't know your socials. You were faceless, unknown—even a little mythical. And Heeseung? He never said a word against it. He let the rumors spread. 

He read every single one. Obsessively. Screenshotting the theories, watching fan edits that people made of blurry you and high-res him.

He liked the idea of you being his mystery. His secret girl. His obsession that no one could touch, no one could reach.

And you? You were just scrolling through a few of the articles with mild confusion.

"I look weird in this photo," you murmured, frowning a little.

Heeseung watched you, lips twitching in amusement, heart thudding so loudly he swore Jake could hear it.

"She has no idea," Sunoo whispered to Jay.

"Nope," Jay grinned. "Not even a clue."

Eventually, you both were almost always together. He'd pop into the café almost every day now—not always ordering coffee, sometimes just sitting there and watching you work behind the counter with his chin in his hand while pretending to scroll through his phone, sneaking glances like he wasn't some whole celebrity sitting in public just to see you.

You were the reason he learned how to say, "How was your day?" in completely perfect Chinese.

And he was the reason your Korean was becoming soft and natural, his corrections keeping you from tripping over your words when engaging with other idol customers requesting simple easy things. Even other idols poked fun at how fluent you were becoming—particularly around Heeseung.

"Thanks to him" you'd laugh innocently. "He corrects me every single time I mess up."

Heeseung would just smile. But on the inside? He was spiraling.

Because it wasn't lessons or shy glances anymore. He needed you like air.

His thoughts? You. His playlists? Your favorite songs. His accessories? Matching yours more often than not. His fans?

Figuring it out, whispering about it, compiling, clipping.

But you? You still didn't see it.

And he liked that.

He liked how untouched you were by fame. How pure you looked laughing at his lame jokes in your little apron.

How you walked beside him in the street, not even noticing the flashes of distant phone cameras or whispers from fans passing by.

Heeseung wanted the world to know, but through his way. Quietly and intimately. Enough to stir rumors. Enough to make people talk. So he did exactly that.

That day, you and him were at the bookstore across from HYBE. You had your arms linked, and he was leading you toward the language aisle. He leaned down, his lips barely grazing your ear, and whispered in Korean—fast and slurred and too fancy for your level.

You stopped and stared up at him. "Huh?"

He smiled. Your cheeks were flushed pink just from the proximity.

You nudged him. "Yah... What did you say?"

He shrugged, amusement threatened to bring a smile to his lips. "Nothing."

"Liar." You crossed your arms, the playful act did little to hide your flustered state.

He simply watched you, head tilted slightly, his eyes dark and affectionate, and something else. Something unhinged.

Because what he whispered was: "If I were the ocean, you'd be the sky. Always above me, always unattainable—but I'd still drown trying to reach you."

A romantic, poetic line in fast Korean that sounded like nonsense to you. You thought he was joking. He was absolutely serious. And later that night? He posted a blurry photo to his own  account.

You walking away, holding two books, your red hair catching the light.  

The caption read, in Korean:"If they only knew how much of you is already mine."

Of course, his fans saw it.His fans always see it.They began sharing it. Making correlations out of your blurry frame and other street photos.

Noticing you wore a necklace that Heeseung had been seen holding in a vlog.

Noticing that his hoodie was seen on you a week earlier, on a café TikTok in the background.

They still didn't know your name. But they were obsessed with learning it. Just like him.

[kaniinishimura]

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enhypen -🎀- when reader has an oral fixation

clarification: author and, considering that, obviously Y/N ARE ADULTS. when reading the tags and the fics, take the emphasis on the word PLAY exactly as it is. i do not support pedophilia in any form.

ot7xfem!reader - when reader has an oral fixation

warnings: oral fixation, rough oral (m), finger fu<king (mouth and v), 34+35, slight age-play or sick(?)-play, mild daddy kink(yes its jay), heeseung is a little weird, jake is very eager, mean sunghoon, cocky riki, mdni

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HEESEUNG

Heeseung notices and sees it just like how he always notices and sees all of you.

Notices the way you always just need to have something in your mouth. The aggressive nibbling on your poor nails and fingers, your drawer being stuffed full of gum, how your mouth never seems to be comfortable unless it’s full. How your teeth is all gummy and itching, how your jaw gets tired and slack from all the movements, aching for the tiniest bit of friction.

It’s never you who asks for help.

He is looking out constantly, like you have a chronic illness he needs to keep in check.

“Does my baby’s teeth hurt?” You shake your head, and try to explain that no, it’s just this weird feeling…but he is already pushing two of his digits past your lips, to examine your roots for himself. You shut up immediatelly, and let him carve out his own pattern across the inside.

Once he is sure he is capable of making it easier for you, he makes it his daily task.

Your fingers, gums, lollipops? Out of the fucking window. His tongue, fingers, and cock? All fucking in and out of your mouth.

He puts his cock between your lips, pushes it to the back of your throat. And what amuses, sometimes scares you is that he never starts fucking your face unless you ask. He does it just to ‘help’ you more than to pleasure himself.

You’d be watching a movie, your head resting in his lap, suckling on your thumb, and he’d take it out without a word, and replace it with his member. He doesn’t thrust up, doesn’t push your head even when you suck on it or lick around the head, your saliva covering him full.

“It’s better, right? I always know how to soothe your little mouth, don’t I?”

“My poor girl just needs my dick to suck on, right? “

“Don’t worry, I’ll make the pain go away. Just be a good girl and take the medicine”

“Don’t try to soothe it with anything else. I know what’s good for your little mouth the best”

“Swallow it, don’t let a drop go to waste…I’ll give it to you until you’re settled.”

JAY

You tell Jay about your oral fixation after you move in together - it’s impossible to keep it to yourself, anyway. Not that he doesn’t enjoy the sight of you stuffing your face full of your fingers, all while already having a lolly in your mouth, drooling like a helpless puppy - he just can’t help but look for better solutions in his head.

He kisses you with fevor, not phased by the way you try rentlessly to keep his tongue in your mouth. He doesn’t flinch when you get lost in the satisfiction and almost bite it off as your teeth grazes againts it. His grip on your jaw is incredibly tight, and he takes all of this as an opportunity to suffocate you in all the ways he can.

“Daddy might go a little too hard, but it’s only to make you feel better”

Is what he would say before fisting a handful of your hair, and pushing your head down onto his dick. You can’t even say he’s being selfish or taking advantage of the situation - you are addicted.

To the way you don’t have to do anything to feel the dazing, comforting fullness, just lie on your side on the bed, and have it handed to you by Jay. Your mouth is watering, stretching, aching, and it’s perfect. And knowing that while doing such a blessing to you, he also enjoys himself at the same time is just the cherry on top.

You’d reach your hand down, slipping your finger inside your panties to circle around your clit, but he pushes it away gently, and sinks in his, deep.

“Shh, you don’t have to. Daddy’s gonna stuff all your needy holes”

JAKE

Having an oral fixation at your grown age - you are fucked.

Having a constantly horny boyfriend who also has an oral fixation - double fucked.

And it’s kinda cute at the beginning, how he is so excited upon realizing they share the same odd, and can help each other with it, too.

You overlooked the fact that Jake can never be normal about his quirks though, and he’d be equally addicted to fix yours and his. Both at the same time, if possible. That’s why 69 has became one of his favorite positions.

Like, he’d already be in fucking heaven, lapping at your soaked cunt, your clit bumping against his nose again and again, blocking his source of air, suffocating him in your sweet juice and musky scent - and then you’d freaking start to suck his soul out through his dick. That’s how he wants to see the light approach him, he thinks: face enveloped by your pussy, cock buried down your throat.

He wants both, all the time, no exaggeration. He never says no when you ask, but it’s never enough for him either. “Of course you can suck it, baby. Swallow, lick, spit, nibble, bite, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You want it now? Just tell me and I’ll get it out”

“You don’t have to do anything, just keep it in your mouth and sit on my face.”

“Come on, please! One more, and we can sleep. I know you feel empty.”

SUNGHOON

It pisses him off so fucking much it’s crazy.

Every filthy sound you make…

Sucking on those raspberry flavoured lollies you have stacked his drawers full off. Swirling your tongue around all freaking five of your fingers that you decide to stuff your face with on any random occassion. Eating any…ideally shaped food like you wanted to choke on it. And you did it like it was the most normal habit on the earth.

While watching a movie, falling asleep, brushing your teeth…

When he is trying to get work done, and you not only seat yourself on his lap but also nibble on anything you can find like a starved whore.

He’d take a hold of the candy, and push it to the back of your throat - since you’re so fucking desperate.

“Is this fixing enough?” He asks as he forces three of his fingers into your mouth, not giving you a chance to answer verbally or phsycally, holding you tight in his lap.

You’d whimper, clenching your thighs together, cause it hurts. Cause it hurts so good you could cum just from that alone. And that would make him only push further, use both of his hands. Each on your warm, empty holes.

He makes you kneel, and grabs a great fistful of your hair. You want to suck in the head of his hardness, rub it across the roof of your mouth, lick it until you’re drooling to the base.

And he does the opposite.

He keeps your head still, buries himself to the hilt over and over again, till you are droolling, drowning, dretched. It’s not to help you - It’s to shut you up.

“All that in your mouth and you’re still whining like a little girl who didn’t get enough candy?”

“A-a. Graze me one more time and my cum won’t be the thing you’ll choke on”

“Fuck, just like that. Suck it like the dumb little thing you are.”

“If you don’t stop slurping after this, you’ll have to sleep with it in your throat, I swear-“

SUNOO

Just like in any other situation, Sunoo is a fucking tease.

You could literally say ‘let me suck on your dick’, and he would still keep you on edge, offering other, dumb solutions that could ‘help’.

“I can take you to the dentist, maybe it’s your wisdom tooth”

Or

“Wanna get a chew toy? I won’t tell it’s for you, don’t worry”

At first, you huff and flush in anger and embarassment, and punch him on the shoulder. He let’s himself be entertained by it for some time, before finally giving in. Somewhat.

He holds your hair, tightly, and keeps your mouth at a ‘reasonable’ distance. Orders you to keep your mouth wide open, and your tongue rolled out.

He’d place his warm, heavy length on the dry muscle you’ve presented to him eagerly. Rubs against it lazily, sometimes slides in deeper to have a little moment with your throat, resulting in a hiss from him and a gag from you. When he wants to be a little mean, he leaves your mouth completely, and shoves a single finger inside for you to lap at, all underwhelming and empty all of a sudden. There is no in between, he switches between these.

“Aw, don’t cry, babe. I’ll put it back”

“You almost bite it off there! Pull your fangs back”

“That’s it, babe. Suck me dry”

JUNGWON

Jungwon is still a little shy when it comes to trying new things in bed, or in general even.

So when you ask if he could put his entire fist in your mouth and fuck it, his body and brain goes still for a good five minutes.

“Like…my whole hand?” He blinks confusedly, tracing your thighs gently as you straddle him.

“Yes, Won. Can you?” You flatter your eyelashes at him, a slight pout painted on on your lips.

How could he say no to that?

He inserts his fingers slowly, one by one, not wanting to hurt you nor with or without intent. He is very careful with them, with you. He doesn’t push them all the way in, but does his best to rub at the places that seems to soothe you, judging by the way it drawns out a dazed sigh from between your lips every time. While doing so, you grind your pelvis against his, the thin layers of panties and boxers giving just enough stimulation to the intimate moment.

He accidentally goes deeper, and you gag, your mouth finally full, so good your pussy clenches around nothing, wishing it could suck him in without any annoying latex in the way. His face flushes in shame, and he hurriedly tries to stop, but you grab his wrist in a dead grip, keeping him right where you so desperately need it.

“Oh, okay. I don’t want to hurt you but if you like i-“

A groan escaping him at the feeling of your soaked cunt pressing against him. Your underwear is wet, his briefs are wet, your saliva is dripping down onto his hand and sliding down onto the mess you’ve made in your laps.

And both of you finish just from that.

“Next time you’ll fuck my mouth” You whisper into his ears, and his gaze darkens from bewilderment and desire.

You’re definietly in for a ride.

RIKI

Don’t get him wrong — he’d never in a million years would complain about anything remotely close to this, but as your realitionship with him gets serious, it’s hard not to catch on to the fact that you’re highkey addicted to sucking his dick.

That’s what it looks like to him, to put it bluntly.

You try to explain that it’s a little more complex than that, but he lets it fly past his ears on purpose. And the thought of you loving his cock to this extent makes him cocky.

Like, very cocky.

Everytime you escalete from foreplay and decide to get down onto your knees, he smirks.

So knowingly, so arrogant that it almost makes you not want to do it at all.

Emphasis on almost.

What you enjoy the most while going at it is the veins.

When you slide your tongue from the base to the mushroom shaped head, it rubs your slimmy muscle in the best way, and gives your taste pads the most delicious preview of what you’re currently working for.

You love taking your sweet time on them. Or like, would love, since he sabotages you after he gets impatient most of the time.

Forcing your mouth open and your head down.

Or the opposite, taking himself into his own grip, and also steadying you by the hold of your hair.

“You make such a mess for my cock, Y/N”

He’d say, in mock amusement, while nudging, hitting his pre-cum covered head against your lips. And you still feel as if they are dry.

He’d have you deep throat him for a while, just enough to prepare him for the edge,

He pulls out before both of you can feel his release approaching.

“Mouth or face?” He asks with a shit-eating grin, stroking himself in a good pace, like he’s trying to rush you with the already obvious decision before he ‘accidentally’ cums.

When you aggressively swat his hand away to pull him back into your ready mouth by gripping the base, he lets out a dark chuckle, and finally gives it to you.

“So good. You really want my cum, shit-“

“Gonna come down that greedy throat of yours, okay?”

“You begged for it, so you better swallow every last drop…”

“This mouth was made just to suck my dick and take my cum, am I right?”

[okchamni]

It brings me to tear everytime I think about those haters that took away his smile... He's such a pure soul... 🥹😭❤️

[ella8rikii]

~text with enha as your bf

They find out what they’re saved contact is on your phone

Ot7

Warnings - swearing, kys jokes

[rsier]