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Can I request Dom!Kazuha x sub!reader?

After Concert

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Paring:Dom!Kazuha x Sub!Backup-dancer!Reader

Genre: Smut

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A/n: I am LOVING Crazy comeback rn.

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Kazuha, with her hair down and bangs slightly sweaty from the intense performance, walked down the bustling hallway backstage, her eyes scanning the faces of the backup dancers as they dispersed. The energy was palpable, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion, as the crew and performers moved with practiced efficiency. Her gaze lingered on one dancer in particular, Y/n, who was quietly toweling off next to a row of lockers. There was something about Y/n's fiery passion and raw talent that had caught Kazuha's eye during rehearsals.

Approaching Y/n, Kazuha offered a warm smile and leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "You were absolutely mesmerizing out there," she said, her compliment punctuated by the sound of their echoing footsteps. Y/n's cheeks flushed, a clear sign of her surprise and excitement. "I've never seen someone dance with such… intensity."

Y/n, unable to contain her excitement, confessed that Kazuha was her bias and she had always dreamed of sharing the stage with her. Kazuha's smile grew wicked, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "Well, maybe there's something else we can share," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. Before Y/n could process the invitation, Kazuha had grabbed her hand and was leading her to the private dressing room, the door closing with a decisive click behind them.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. Kazuha turned to face Y/n, her grip on her hand tightening as she stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. The tension grew palpable as Kazuha leaned in, her full lips just millimeters from Y/n's. "I've noticed you too," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "Your passion is… irresistible."

Without waiting for a response, Kazuha leaned in and captured Y/n's mouth in a searing kiss. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise before she melted into the embrace, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Kazuha's hair. The kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths with an intensity that mirrored their performance on stage. They stumbled backward, Kazuha's hands finding the hem of Y/n's outfit, pulling it up to reveal her toned stomach and the waistband of her underwear.

Y/n's breath hitched as Kazuha's fingertips brushed against her bare skin. The desire in Kazuha's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill down Y/n's spine. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. As if reading her thoughts, Kazuha gave a low chuckle and pushed her back against the vanity, the cool mirror reflecting their entwined forms. "You're so eager," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's neck as she kissed and nipped along her collarbone.

Kazuha's hands moved with purpose, deftly unhooking Y/n's bra and letting it fall to the floor. Y/n gasped as her breasts were exposed to the cool air, the nipples hardening under Kazuha's gaze. With a wicked smile, Kazuha leaned in and took one into her mouth, teasing and sucking as Y/n's knees grew weak. The sensation was exquisite, and Y/n's hand found its way to the back of Kazuha's head, holding her in place as she arched her back, lost in the pleasure.

As Kazuha's tongue flicked and danced over her sensitive flesh, Y/n could feel her own desire building, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Kazuha noticed the change in her breathing and pulled away, leaving Y/n's nipple glistening with her saliva.

"Take these off," Kazuha demanded, her eyes never leaving Y/n's as she gestured to her own pants. Y/n's hands trembled slightly as she complied, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. Kazuha stepped out of her pants, revealing her own damp underwear.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and staring at each other, the air charged with a carnality that neither could ignore. Kazuha reached out and tugged at Y/n's shorts, pulling them down and exposing her already wet panties. Y/n stepped out of them, feeling a rush of vulnerability and excitement as she stood before Kazuha in only her underwear.

With a fierce hunger, Kazuha pushed Y/n onto the plush couch in the center of the room. She wasted no time in spreading Y/n's legs wide, her eyes feasting on the glistening wetness of her panties. The sight of Y/n's arousal only served to fuel Kazuha's own desire, and she ripped the fabric aside, revealing the swollen pinkness beneath.

"You're so beautiful," Kazuha murmured, her voice thick with lust as she leaned in to kiss Y/n's inner thigh. Y/n's body responded to the gentle touch, her legs instinctively wrapping around Kazuha's shoulders as she moaned in pleasure. Kazuha's tongue traced a path up to the apex of her thighs, teasing Y/n's entrance before delving into the warm, wet folds.

Y/n's eyes rolled back as Kazuha's skilled mouth worked magic on her, her tongue swirling and probing with an expertise that left her gasping for breath. She had never felt so exposed, so desired, and it was intoxicating. Her hands tightened on the couch cushions, her body arching off the seat as Kazuha's mouth moved in a rhythmic dance against her clit.

Kazuha's own arousal was evident in the way her hips rocked slightly, her own need building as she tasted Y/n. She paused for a moment, looking up to meet Y/n's glazed eyes. "Eat me," she ordered, her voice hoarse with passion. Y/n nodded eagerly, desperate to taste the woman she had idolized for so long.

They rearranged themselves into a 69 position, Kazuha's face buried in Y/n's pussy as Y/n's mouth found her own. The sound of their moans filled the room, mingling with the faint echoes of the concert outside. Kazuha's tongue danced over Y/n's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her on the edge. Each time Y/n felt herself about to come, Kazuha would ease up, only to begin again, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.

Y/n's eyes watered as she tried to focus on pleasing Kazuha, the sensation of the idol's tongue on her clit driving her wild. Kazuha's dominance was overwhelming, but it only served to excite her more. She felt the weight of the woman's body pressing down on her, the warmth and wetness of Kazuha's pussy against her mouth, and she eagerly licked and sucked, determined to make her squirt just as she had done.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Y/n could feel her own orgasm approaching like a freight train. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her pussy closer to Kazuha's mouth. Kazuha responded with a fervor that matched her own, her tongue flicking faster and her teeth gently grazing her sensitive flesh. Y/n's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the couch tightly as she felt the inevitable climax building.

But just as she was about to come, Kazuha pulled away, leaving Y/n's clit throbbing and desperate for attention. "Not yet," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and hunger. She sat up and pushed Y/n off the couch, leaving her sprawled on the floor. "On your knees," she ordered, and Y/n complied, her body trembling with need.

Kazuha stood over her, legs spread wide, and grabbed a handful of Y/n's hair, pulling her face back up to her dripping pussy. "You're going to make me cum," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "And you're going to do it right now."

Y/n didn't hesitate, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. She licked and sucked with everything she had, eager to satisfy the woman who had so thoroughly taken control of her body and mind. Kazuha's legs began to shake, and her grip on Y/n's hair tightened as she neared the edge. With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, she came, her juices spilling into Y/n's mouth and down her chin.

Y/n felt a mix of relief and elation as she swallowed, savoring the taste of Kazuha's release. She looked up to find Kazuha watching her with a smug smile, the idol's chest heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. "Good girl," she said, her voice softer now. "Now, let me make you cum."

Without another word, Kazuha sat down on the couch, her legs spread wide, inviting Y/n to straddle her thigh. Y/n's eyes lit up with understanding, and she eagerly climbed onto Kazuha's leg, her pussy pressing down onto the firm muscle. Kazuha's hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as she began to grind herself against Y/n's clit, which was still sensitive from the previous onslaught of pleasure.

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as she rode Kazuha's thigh, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Kazuha's hand slid up to cup her breast, her thumb flicking the nipple in time with the rhythm of their hips. The room was filled with the sound of their panting breaths and the occasional gasp or moan that slipped from their lips.

As Y/n's orgasm built, she could feel Kazuha's leg tensing beneath her, the muscles in her thigh flexing as she used it to drive into her even deeper. The friction was exquisite, and Y/n's eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

Kazuha watched her intently, the sight of Y/n's pleasure pushing her own arousal to new heights. She leaned back against the couch, her free hand moving to slip into her own panties, her fingers teasing her clit as she felt the first spasms of her own climax beginning to build. "Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a mix of command and plea.

Y/n felt the pressure in her own pussy grow, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn't hold back much longer, her body begging for release. Kazuha's hand on her hip was a steady guide, her movements deliberate and calculated. With one final, deep grind, Y/n's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her whole body convulse. She screamed out Kazuha's name, her juices coating both of them as she rode out the intense pleasure.

Kazuha's own climax followed closely behind, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt Y/n's pussy pulse around her thigh. The sight of Y/n's face, contorted in ecstasy, was almost too much for her to handle. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her own moan as she came, her hand moving frantically against her own clit. The two of them sat there, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a mess of passion and desire.

Slowly, Kazuha pulled Y/n closer, her arms wrapping around her waist as they both came down from the high of their shared orgasm. Y/n's head rested on Kazuha's shoulder, and she could feel the idol's heart pounding against her cheek. They stayed like that for a few moments, savoring the aftermath of their impulsive encounter.

Kazuha's hand trailed down Y/n's back, her fingertips ghosting over the damp fabric of her underwear. "You're soaked," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breath still coming in pants. She had never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming. "I did," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from her screams.

Kazuha chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She leaned in and kissed Y/n gently on the forehead, her fingers still playing with the damp fabric of her underwear. "Good," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Because I enjoyed it too."

With a sigh, she stood up, pulling Y/n to her feet as well. "Let's clean up," she said, gesturing to the wetness that had pooled on the couch and floor. They moved together, almost in sync, as they wiped down the surfaces and gathered their discarded clothing. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on Y/n, who felt a strange mix of shyness and boldness as she watched Kazuha move around the room.

Once they were both dressed, Kazuha took a step closer to Y/n, her hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I don't usually do this," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But I can't deny that there's something about you that I just can't get enough of."

Y/n looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

Kazuha stepped closer, her hand moving to cup Y/n's cheek. "I mean," she said, her thumb tracing a path along Y/n's jawline, "that I want to see you again. Outside of the concert. Just you and me."

Y/n's heart raced at the thought. This wasn't just a backstage fling for Kazuha; she was genuinely interested in her. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Kazuha's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in and kissed Y/n again, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and secrets shared. "Good," she whispered against Y/n's lips. "Give me your number, and I'll text you later."

Y/n fumbled for her phone, her hands still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She typed in her number and handed the device to Kazuha, who sent a quick message with a knowing wink. The phone buzzed in Y/n's hand, the notification lighting up the screen with a message that simply read, "Mine." The possessiveness of it sent a thrill through her, making her stomach flutter.

Hello, I can have a idol!Jake x idol male!reader who is gothic please author 🖤

My Gothic BF

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Paring: Jake x Goth!Idol!Male Reader

Genre: Fluff w/ a lil intimacy

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A/n: Sorry if this was short also requests are open

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"Hey, M/n," Jake called out, his Australian accent carrying a warm, friendly lilt as he stepped into the dimly lit rehearsal room.

M/n looked up from the shadowy corner, where he had been tuning his electric guitar. The contrast between them was stark; Jake's bright smile against M/n's dark eye makeup and black clothing. The gothic idol couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness under the other's cheerful gaze. They were worlds apart in terms of image, yet their hearts had found a way to intertwine in the chaotic maze of the K-pop industry.

"Hi, Jake," M/n responded, their voice a soft rumble. He placed the guitar on its stand and walked over to the center of the room, the floorboards echoing with the heavy tread of his boots. The room was a mishmash of instruments and sound equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the faint hint of vanilla from the candles M/n had brought to create a more comfortable atmosphere.

Jake's eyes lit up as he saw the candles. "You brought them again," he said with a smile, reaching out to touch one of the flickering flames. "They really do make this place feel more like home."

M/n nodded, his eyes following Jake's hand as it hovered over the candle. "Yeah, I thought it might help us both relax." He stepped closer, the gap between them closing like a magnet pulling them together. Their secret relationship was a delicate balance, a dance of stolen glances and coded messages amidst the whirlwind of their public personas.

Without a word, Jake leaned in, his lips brushing against M/n's in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was a silent question, an invitation that M/n readily accepted. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, as they lost themselves in the moment. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rhythm of their breaths mingling together.

M/n's hands found their way to Jake's waist, pulling him closer. Jake's fingers threaded through M/n's hair, gently cradling his head as the kiss grew more passionate. They explored each other's mouths with a sweet urgency, as if afraid that the moment might shatter at any second. The candlelight flickered against their faces, casting dancing shadows across their features and painting their skin in a warm, intimate glow.

M/n's heart raced, thumping against his ribcage like a drum in a crescendo. He could feel Jake's pulse echoing his own, a rhythm that matched the beat of their shared secret. Their kisses grew deeper, more insistent, as if trying to convey everything they couldn't say out loud. It was a silent conversation, a declaration of feelings that went beyond the constraints of their public images.

Their tongues danced together, a soft, tender duet that grew bolder with every passing second. Jake's hand slid up M/n's back, tracing the contours of his muscles through the thin fabric of his graphic shirt. M/n shivered at the touch, his grip tightening around Jake's waist. The sound of their breaths grew louder in the quiet room, a symphony of desire that was music to their ears.

The door to the rehearsal room burst open, the harsh light from the hallway spilling in and interrupting their stolen moment. "Jake, you're going to suck the life out of M/n's face if you don't come practice," Jay teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the two entwined figures.

Jake chuckled, pulling back slightly to look into M/n's eyes, which were now a darker shade of blue than the candlelit shadows. "Duty calls," he murmured, placing one last peck on M/n's lips. His voice was low, a secret promise that sent a thrill down M/n's spine. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

M/n's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he stepped back, trying to compose himself as the intrusion of reality snapped them out of their private world. Jay's playful banter hung in the air, bringing with it a tinge of embarrassment and the stark reminder of the boundaries they had to maintain.

"Yeah, yeah," Jake said with a good-natured laugh, swiping a hand through his hair to disguise his own blush. He shot a mischievous wink at M/n before turning to face Jay. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he called out, the smile never leaving his face as he sauntered over to his bandmate.

M/n watched him go, the sound of their laughter fading as the door clicked shut. He took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of vanilla and the faint scent of Jake's cologne. The moment felt surreal, like a secret shared between two people who were never meant to find each other in the bright lights of the K-pop stage. But here they were, two idols with vastly different images, sharing a connection that was as fierce as it was hidden.

Part 2?

my handmarks after i rode him till the end of the universe yup yup

Hi I'm new I have several ideas but Idk if there's a limit so I'll just do a enhypen one

Popular jock jay × nerd loser male reader

Jay and his friends are jerks but what they don't know is jay hooks up with male reader in the school bathroom during lunch

Our Secret

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Paring: Popular jock!Top!Jay × Nerd!Loser!Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: There's no limit to requests; you can request as much as you want.

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"Come on, Jay, you're totally missing out," said Jake, one out of six of Jay's closest friends, as they congregated near the lockers before lunch. "You should have seen the fresh meat in the art room. They're like a bunch of scared rabbits waiting to be picked off." The group of jocks, known as "ENHYPEN" shared a round of laughter that echoed through the hallways, causing nearby students to glance over warily.

Jay couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at Jake's words. He knew his friends could be harsh, but he had never quite seen them this way. They had always been a tight-knit group, bonded by their shared love of sports and their dominance in school social circles. But lately, their behavior had been escalating, and Jay found himself questioning if he truly belonged.

As they approached the crowded cafeteria, Jay spotted M/n sitting alone at a table in the corner, surrounded by untouched textbooks and half-hearted doodles. M/n was the school's resident nerd, often the butt of the ENHYPEN's jokes, but there was something about him that Jay couldn't ignore. his sharp intellect, his quiet dignity in the face of constant ridicule—it intrigued him. Jay had noticed M/n's eyes lingering on him during classes, filled with a mix of curiosity and wariness, and he couldn't deny the flutter of attraction he felt in return.

The bell for lunch rang, and the hallways emptied as students flooded into the cafeteria. Jay's friends moved to claim their usual table, the one that sent a clear message to the rest of the school: this was their territory. But Jay lingered, his gaze still on M/n. He knew he had to make a choice—stick with the group or take the risk and go to M/n. The decision was surprisingly easy. He broke away from the pack and headed towards the quiet corner.

As he approached, M/n looked up, surprise etched on his face. "Hey," Jay said, trying to sound casual as he slid into the chair across from him. "Mind if I sit?"

M/n's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing Jay's intentions. "What do you want?" His voice was guarded, expecting the worst.

Jay took a deep breath, suddenly aware of the weight of his decision. "I just wanted to talk. You know, like a human being," he said with a tentative smile.

M/n studied him for a moment before his expression softened. "Okay."

They talked about classes, teachers, and the upcoming exams, and Jay found himself genuinely enjoying the conversation. M/n was witty and insightful, and Jay was surprised at how much they had in common. He felt a pang of regret for not reaching out sooner, but he also knew that his friendship with M/n would be a secret. If his friends found out, they would never let him hear the end of it.

As they talked, Jay's hand accidentally brushed against M/n's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He quickly pulled away, his cheeks flushing. He had never felt this way about a guy before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He glanced around, making sure no one had noticed, and leaned in closer. "Look, I know this is weird, but I've got to tell you something."

M/n leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What's up?"

Jay swallowed hard, his heart racing. "I know you're not into guys," he began, his voice low, "but I can't help it. I… I like you."

M/n froze, his eyes wide. "What?"

Jay took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "I said, I like you. I know it's not what you're expecting, but I can't ignore it anymore."

M/n's eyes searched Jay's, looking for any sign of a joke or a setup for a cruel prank. But all he saw was sincerity and vulnerability. "Are you… are you serious?"

Jay nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah, I am. I know it's messed up, considering who I am and who you are, but I can't just pretend it's not there."

M/n blinked rapidly, processing the unexpected confession. "I… I don't know what to say," he stammered.

"You don't have to say anything," Jay rushed to reassure him. "I just wanted you to know. We can keep it between us."

M/n's gaze remained on Jay, contemplating the implications of his words. He felt a strange mix of emotions—flattery, confusion, and a hint of excitement that was immediately squashed by fear of what this could mean for both of them. "But what about your friends?" he whispered, glancing over at the ENHYPEN table where they were now watching with unabashed curiosity.

Jay's expression grew solemn. "They don't have to know. This can be our secret." He reached out and took M/n's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of Jay's touch sent a shiver down M/n's spine, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe it could work.

But the cafeteria wasn't the place to explore these feelings. "I've got to go," M/n said abruptly, standing up and collecting his books. "I have a test to study for."

Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "Can we talk somewhere else, then? Maybe in the bathroom?"

M/n hesitated, his heart racing. The idea of being alone with Jay in such a private place was both thrilling and intimidating. But he also knew that the bathroom was one of the few spaces in school where they could be themselves without fear of prying eyes. "Okay," he murmured, and together they made their way to the nearest bathroom, their hearts pounding in unison with each step.

Once inside, Jay locked the door behind them, and the tension grew palpable. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the distant echo of water in the pipes. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the air thick with unspoken words and desires. Jay's hand found its way to M/n's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw as they moved closer. Their eyes searched for answers in the depths of the other's gaze before their lips met in a tentative kiss.

The kiss grew more urgent as the reality of their situation set in. Jay's athletic body pressed against M/n's smaller frame, and M/n felt the undeniable thrill of the jock's attentions. Jay's hands began to explore, his fingers dancing along M/n's collarbone and down to the hem of his shirt. M/n's breath hitched as Jay's hand slipped underneath, caressing the bare skin of his stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself responding, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of Jay's shirt.

They stumbled into a stall, the door slamming shut behind them. Jay pushed M/n against the cold metal divider, their kisses growing more passionate. Jay's hand roamed lower, finding the bulge in M/n's pants, and he gasped as Jay's strong grip began to stroke him through the fabric. The feeling was intense, a delicious mix of fear and desire. They were both panting now, their breaths mingling in the small space. Jay broke the kiss to whisper, "Let me make you feel good."

M/n nodded, his eyes glazed with want. Jay unbuckled M/n's pants, freeing his erection, and took it in his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the urgency of the moment. M/n's legs trembled as Jay's expert strokes sent waves of pleasure through him. He leaned back against the stall door, his head spinning. Jay's own pants were undone now, and he was stroking himself in time with M/n's gasps.

The sound of the bathroom door opening sent a bolt of panic through them, but it was only the hiss of the old pipes. They were still alone, their secret safe for now. Jay's hand moved faster, his grip tightening, and M/n knew he was close. He reached down and wrapped his legs around Jay's waist, pulling him closer. Jay took the hint, and with a grunt, he pushed into M/n without preamble. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost immediately by an intense fullness that made M/n's eyes roll back in his head.

They moved in a rhythm that seemed to defy the very air around them, their bodies fitting together in a way that was almost too perfect to be real. Jay's muscles tensed and flexed with each thrust, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he whispered dirty words that sent shivers down his spine. M/n's own hands were clutching Jay's shirt, holding on for dear life as the pleasure built inside him. He felt like he was going to break apart, but Jay's strong arms kept him anchored, kept him safe.

M/n could feel his climax approaching, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jay's eyes never left his, filled with a fiery need that seemed to burn through every inch of M/n's soul. He whispered Jay's name, and that was all it took for Jay to pick up the pace, driving into him with an urgency that was almost violent in its intensity. M/n threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over Jay's hand.

Jay followed close behind, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He buried his face in M/n's neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. They remained there, their breaths mingling in the small space, for a moment that felt like an eternity. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of them had ever experienced before.

As they both began to come down from their high, the reality of their situation crashed back in. Jay pulled out gently, his eyes searching M/n's for any signs of regret. But all he saw was a dazed look of satisfaction. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

M/n nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was… intense."

Jay managed a small, shaky laugh. "Yeah, it was." He reached for a wad of toilet paper, cleaning them both up before helping M/n to stand properly. They stared at each other for a moment, the gravity of what they had just done weighing heavily on their minds.

"We can't do this again," M/n said, his voice cracking slightly. "What if someone finds out?"

Jay nodded, his expression serious. "I know. It's just… I couldn't resist." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress M/n's cheek. "But we'll be careful. We'll find a way."

M/n pulled away, his eyes searching Jay's. "But what about your friends? They can't find out."

Jay's smile was tight. "Don't worry about them. They're not going to know unless you tell them." His thumb traced M/n's swollen bottom lip. "This is just between us."

M/n nodded, his heart racing. He knew the risks, but the thrill of the secret was intoxicating. They quickly straightened their clothes and Jay unlocked the stall door, peering out to ensure the coast was clear. They stepped out, trying to look as casual as possible, despite the tremors of pleasure still vibrating through their bodies.

The bathroom was empty, the echoes of their passion now just a memory. They walked back to the cafeteria, their steps measured and their eyes fixed straight ahead. The whispers of their classmates, the cackles of the ENHYPEN members, and the clatter of silverware faded into the background as they replayed the intensity of their encounter in their minds.

For the rest of the day, Jay couldn't focus on anything but the feel of M/n's body against his, the way his breath had hitched, the sweet sound of his moans. It was like a secret fire burning within him, threatening to consume him if he didn't get more. And he knew M/n felt it too, the way his eyes had searched Jay's when they'd parted, the way his hand had lingered on the stall door handle, as if he didn't want to leave.

The next day, the tension between them was palpable, but they both played it cool in public. Jay's friends noticed his distraction and teased him mercilessly, assuming it was one of the cheerleaders he'd been chasing. But Jay just took it in stride, his mind elsewhere.

During lunch, Jay made his way to M/n's usual spot, his heart racing with anticipation. M/n looked up from his book, and their eyes met, the secret shared between them like a silent promise. They exchanged a knowing smile, and Jay felt his heart flutter in his chest.

As the days turned into weeks, their secret meetings in the bathroom during lunch became a thrilling ritual. The danger of being caught added a layer of excitement to their encounters, making every touch, every kiss feel like a stolen moment of pure rebellion. Jay found himself looking forward to these meetings more than any game or party, the allure of M/n's intelligence and the intensity of their passion a heady mix that he couldn't resist.

Yoooo I'm mad late but I ended up finding ur poll for 300 followers and was wondering if we could get that gp yunjin x virgin male reader???? I was sad to see that it didn't win

Strawberries W/ Cream

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Paring: GP!Yunjin x Virgin!Male Reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: Requests are open

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Yunjin stood in the kitchen, her bare feet padding against the cool tiles as she poured a steaming cup of coffee. The morning light painted her skin in a soft glow, revealing the delicate lines of tattoos that danced across her arms and shoulders. She was dressed in nothing but a loose tank top and a pair of lacy boyshorts, her slender frame moving with a quiet grace that spoke of both power and vulnerability. Her hair, a waterfall of raven waves, was tied back in a loose ponytail, exposing the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. Despite the early hour, she was wide awake, a hint of mischief in her dark eyes as she took a sip from her mug.

M/n, her roommate, stumbled into the room, his eyes blinking sleepily as he tried to adjust to the sudden brightness. His disheveled hair and flushed cheeks betrayed his nerves. Yunjin set the coffee down and approached him, placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" she asked, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket.

He nodded, looking down at the floor. "I… I had another one of those dreams," he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment.

Yunjin's expression softened. She knew the kind of dreams he was talking about—the ones where he was with a partner, unsure and inexperienced, fumbling through the motions of intimacy. She'd noticed his restlessness at night, the way he'd toss and turn, murmuring to himself. It was clear he needed guidance, someone to show him the ropes, to teach him how to be a good lover.

With a knowing smile, she turned him to face her. "Look at me," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone starts somewhere." She stepped closer, closing the space between them, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline. "Why don't I help you?" she offered, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

M/n's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "What…what do you mean?" he stuttered.

Yunjin's smile grew more playful as she stepped even closer, her chest brushing against his. "I mean, I can show you," she said, her breath warm against his ear. "Let me be your guide. I'll teach you how to make someone feel good, how to take charge in the bedroom."

M/n swallowed hard, his heart racing. He'd always found Yunjin incredibly attractive, but he'd never dared to think she'd offer to help him in such an intimate way. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay."

Yunjin led him to her room, the air thick with anticipation. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his legs, her toned thighs pressing against his. She began by explaining the importance of communication and consent, her words as soothing as a lullaby. Then, she reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of lube from her nightstand drawer.

"First things first," she said, a glint in her eye as she uncapped the bottle. "You need to know how to prep." With deft fingers, she squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and began to massage it into her tight, pink opening. M/n watched, his eyes wide with fascination and a hint of arousal. She took his hand and guided it to her ass, showing him the gentle stroking motion that would relax her muscles. "Feel the difference?" she asked, her voice low and instructive.

He nodded, his touch tentative as he mimicked her movements. Yunjin leaned back, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. "Good," she murmured. "Now, let's get you ready." She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She wrapped her hand around the base, her grip firm but not too tight. "Remember, it's all about the journey, not just the destination," she said, stroking him slowly.

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to move her hand in long, steady strokes, her thumb circling the sensitive area just below the head. She watched his face intently, reading his reactions like a map to his desires. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice a gentle command. "Relax into it." He did as she said, his breathing deepening as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.

With a soft sigh, she leaned in and whispered, "Now, I want you to feel what it's like to be filled." She took the tip of her penis and placed it at his entrance, pushing gently. He tensed, and she paused, waiting for his body to relax before continuing. Slowly, she slid in, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was foreign to him, but he trusted her implicitly. Her warmth filled him, stretching him open in a way that was both exquisite and slightly painful. She paused once fully sheathed, giving him a moment to adjust.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a low rumble. He nodded, his eyes glassy with a mix of fear and excitement. She began to move, her hips rolling in a smooth, practiced rhythm. His eyes widened as he felt the fullness of her, the way she filled him up and stroked against his prostate with every thrust. His hands clutched at the bed sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching out to touch her.

"Now, focus," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Feel my rhythm, match it with your own." He took a deep breath and tried to find his own pace, his hips moving tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she began to move faster. He could feel his own climax building, a tight coil in his stomach that made his toes curl.

"Don't hold back," she urged, her breath hot against his neck. "Let yourself go." He obeyed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his peak. He felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

"I'm sorry," he gasped as he felt himself about to cum, his body betraying his nerves. But Yunjin just chuckled, her movements unceasing. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice a warm caress. "This is what it's all about."

And with that, he lost control, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. The feeling was indescribable, a rush of pleasure that seemed to consume him entirely. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting .heavily, his eyes squeezed shut.

Yunjin didn't stop moving, her hips rocking against him, her own pleasure evident in the way she threw her head back and let out a low moan. She watched him with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, enjoying the way his body responded to her touch. After a moment, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with pride.

M/n opened his eyes, a look of awe and gratitude on his face. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still shaky from the intensity of his climax.

Yunjin leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You're welcome," she said, her penis still hard and slick with their combined juices. "But we're not done yet." She reached down and began to stroke him again, her movements deliberate and precise. "You need to learn how to keep going, how to give your partner pleasure even after you've come."

M/n's eyes widened as he felt his cock start to respond. He couldn't believe he was getting hard again so quickly, but under Yunjin's skilled touch, it was as if his body had a mind of its own. "I…I don't know if I can," he protested weakly.

Yunjin just winked at him. "You'll learn," she assured him, her confidence unshaken.

Yunjin stood in the kitchen, her bare feet padding against the cool tiles as she poured a steaming cup of coffee. The morning light painted her skin in a soft glow, revealing the delicate lines of tattoos that danced across her arms and shoulders. She was dressed in nothing but a loose tank top and a pair of lacy boyshorts, her slender frame moving with a quiet grace that spoke of both power and vulnerability. Her hair, a waterfall of raven waves, was tied back in a loose ponytail, exposing the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. Despite the early hour, she was wide awake, a hint of mischief in her dark eyes as she took a sip from her mug.

M/n, her roommate, stumbled into the room, his eyes blinking sleepily as he tried to adjust to the sudden brightness. His disheveled hair and flushed cheeks betrayed his nerves. Yunjin set the coffee down and approached him, placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" she asked, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket.

He nodded, looking down at the floor. "I… I had another one of those dreams," he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment.

Yunjin's expression softened. She knew the kind of dreams he was talking about—the ones where he was with a partner, unsure and inexperienced, fumbling through the motions of intimacy. She'd noticed his restlessness at night, the way he'd toss and turn, murmuring to himself. It was clear he needed guidance, someone to show him the ropes, to teach him how to be a good lover.

With a knowing smile, she turned him to face her. "Look at me," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone starts somewhere." She stepped closer, closing the space between them, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline. "Why don't I help you?" she offered, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

M/n's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "What…what do you mean?" he stuttered.

Yunjin's smile grew more playful as she stepped even closer, her chest brushing against his. "I mean, I can show you," she said, her breath warm against his ear. "Let me be your guide. I'll teach you how to make someone feel good, how to take charge in the bedroom."

M/n swallowed hard, his heart racing. He'd always found Yunjin incredibly attractive, but he'd never dared to think she'd offer to help him in such an intimate way. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay."

Yunjin led him to her room, the air thick with anticipation. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his legs, her toned thighs pressing against his. She began by explaining the importance of communication and consent, her words as soothing as a lullaby. Then, she reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of lube from her nightstand drawer.

"First things first," she said, a glint in her eye as she uncapped the bottle. "You need to know how to prep." With deft fingers, she squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and began to massage it into her tight, pink opening. M/n watched, his eyes wide with fascination and a hint of arousal. She took his hand and guided it to her ass, showing him the gentle stroking motion that would relax her muscles. "Feel the difference?" she asked, her voice low and instructive.

He nodded, his touch tentative as he mimicked her movements. Yunjin leaned back, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. "Good," she murmured. "Now, let's get you ready." She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She wrapped her hand around the base, her grip firm but not too tight. "Remember, it's all about the journey, not just the destination," she said, stroking him slowly.

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to move her hand in long, steady strokes, her thumb circling the sensitive area just below the head. She watched his face intently, reading his reactions like a map to his desires. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice a gentle command. "Relax into it." He did as she said, his breathing deepening as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.

With a soft sigh, she leaned in and whispered, "Now, I want you to feel what it's like to be filled." She took the tip of her penis and placed it at his entrance, pushing gently. He tensed, and she paused, waiting for his body to relax before continuing. Slowly, she slid in, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was foreign to him, but he trusted her implicitly. Her warmth filled him, stretching him open in a way that was both exquisite and slightly painful. She paused once fully sheathed, giving him a moment to adjust.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a low rumble. He nodded, his eyes glassy with a mix of fear and excitement. She began to move, her hips rolling in a smooth, practiced rhythm. His eyes widened as he felt the fullness of her, the way she filled him up and stroked against his prostate with every thrust. His hands clutched at the bed sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching out to touch her.

"Now, focus," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Feel my rhythm, match it with your own." He took a deep breath and tried to find his own pace, his hips moving tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she began to move faster. He could feel his own climax building, a tight coil in his stomach that made his toes curl.

"Don't hold back," she urged, her breath hot against his neck. "Let yourself go." He obeyed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his peak. He felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

"I'm sorry," he gasped as he felt himself about to cum, his body betraying his nerves. But Yunjin just chuckled, her movements unceasing. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice a warm caress. "This is what it's all about."

And with that, he lost control, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. The feeling was indescribable, a rush of pleasure that seemed to consume him entirely. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting .heavily, his eyes squeezed shut.

Yunjin didn't stop moving, her hips rocking against him, her own pleasure evident in the way she threw her head back and let out a low moan. She watched him with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, enjoying the way his body responded to her touch. After a moment, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with pride.

M/n opened his eyes, a look of awe and gratitude on his face. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still shaky from the intensity of his climax.

Yunjin leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You're welcome," she said, her penis still hard and slick with their combined juices. "But we're not done yet." She reached down and began to stroke him again, her movements deliberate and precise. "You need to learn how to keep going, how to give your partner pleasure even after you've come."

M/n's eyes widened as he felt his cock start to respond. He couldn't believe he was getting hard again so quickly, but under Yunjin's skilled touch, it was as if his body had a mind of its own. "I…I don't know if I can," he protested weakly.

Yunjin just winked at him. "You'll learn," she assured him, her confidence unshaken.