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When Kim Sunoo landed a spot as a trainee in I-Land, he knew what he was getting himself into. He knew what came after the bright lights, fancy clothes, and screaming fans. It was common knowledge that every trainees had to work excruciatingly hard if they wanted to get into the final lineup.
It's easy to make yourself believe that you're the best at what you're doing if you're surrounded with people who are mediocre at it. It's not difficult to impress people who doesn't have the eyes of a trained professional and maybe that's the main reason why meeting other trainees, ones you are bound to compete with, can be overwhelming for someone like Sunoo who had only ten months of training prior to being a part of the survival show.
One day you're basking in the cheers of the entire school after dancing in the middle of the field, the next you're being nitpicked for not stretching your left hand in the correct angle just in time for the choreography you had to master within three days before presenting it in front of a strict panel of judges that would be televised for the entire country to witness.
Just the thought of I-Land brings a shiver down his spine. Needless to say, the experiencing was traumatizing for a young boy like him. He spent three months tethering between going home or seeing through the end.
Sleepless nights piled up where he spent hours perfecting the choreography all by himself. Usually retiring to his bed in the dead of night. He knew for a fact that his ten months long training experience is nothing compared to the grueling number of years the other trainees had given up for their dreams. He knew he had to catch up if he wanted to make the final cut.
He is aware that he had an innate talent but potential without effort means nothing in this industry.
After months of being exposed to harsh criticisms, feelings of homesickness, and constant pressure subjected to them by the show, it eventually came to fruition.
Hearing his name called out as the last trainee to be a part of the final lineup was a blur. In his head, time moved rather slow. He found it difficult to process it immediately but every time he comes across a short clip of the final episode, he burns with embarrassment knowing that the dramatic slow-mo effect was just a byproduct of his brain.
Nonetheless, it was a happy memory. After all the negativity the show brought into his life, he was finally getting out of it. He remember thinking, "Finally. It's over."
It wasn't.
Five years after he debuted, you would think everything would follow easily but no. I-Land was merely a playground. The actual hell comes after debut.
Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves his job. He loves the group's fans, the perks that comes with being an idol, looking pretty in front of the camera but the competition in the industry doesn't stop after debuting as a member of ENHYPEN.
The group had to constantly deliver different things for everyone. If you couldn't bring something new to the table, people would just yawn at your face and look the other way. You had to keep them engaged if you wanted to stick around for a long time in the industry and with the desire to keep people interested, the difficulty in every performance kept increasing.
Sunoo doesn't mind it, no. In fact he loves pushing himself to his limits. He gets a kick every time he reaches a certain note that he thought he wouldn't be able to do or execute a choreography that he previously thought was too rigorous for him.
He's not one to shy away from a challenge.
That's why he is currently lying on his back against the cold hard floor of a random dance studio that the company rented out for the group to learn the new choreography for their upcoming comeback.
Due to their packed schedules, the management found it inconvenient to wait for the group to go back to Seoul to start learning the dance routine. They were in a time crunch considering that they still had multiple back-to-back concerts and it was too much of a hassle for everybody involved so they decided to rent out random dance studios for everyone's convenience.
The foxy eyed man looked around to look for a clock and was disappointed to see that he had to get up to get his phone if he wanted to see the time since there was not a single wall clock in sight.
Begrudgingly, he decided knowing the exact time wasn't as important as catching his breath while lying on his back.
As far as he knows, the members already went back some time ago so he was the only one left in the studio. He even asked the manager that was assigned to him to just go back to their hotel to get some rest knowing that he would've had to wait for hours before Sunoo was finished with the choreography.
He closed his eyes knowing that no one would scold him for immediately lying on the ground after the intense dance routine he just subjected himself into. If he was with his members, somebody would've immediately went on a rant about how that's unhealthy for his body.
Normally, he would listen but without someone to reprimand him and the exhaustion after dancing straight for who-knows-how-long hours, all logical reasoning flew out of the window.
He kept his eyes closed and he felt himself drifting in and out of sleep. The only thing stopping him from completely letting himself rest was the fact that it wasn't a comfortable place to sleep on and that went on for five minutes? Fifteen minutes? Thirty minutes? He couldn’t tell anymore. The exhaustion was clouding his mind.
The moment he felt that he has rested enough, his sweat already dried up.
"That's not good," Sunoo groans.
The sweat that was accumulated after dancing for hours drying up made him sensitive to the cold and that's when he felt it.
He was wearing basketball shorts so the holes where the legs go through were big and he had his knees bent so the clothing revealed quite... a lot. That's how he felt the cold air from the air conditioner hit his pussy.
He doesn't usually go commando especially since he's constantly surrounded by a bunch of rowdy men and as much as he's entertained by their antics, he wouldn't put it past them to pull a pantsing prank on him. He already saw Jake do it with Jay which resulted in Jake getting head-locked for at least half an hour and he's not gonna let himself be put in that humiliating position.
Unfortunately for him, he made the mistake of packing the wrong bag of undies so instead of the usual comfortable dancing underwear he loves to use every time they have a concert, he packed the bag filled with lace panties, and there's no way in hell you're gonna catch Sunoo dance in those uncomfortable fabrics.
He reached down with his eyes still closed to cover his pussy but he accidentally brushed his clit while doing so.
"Hmm..." he moaned and decided to open his eyes to look at this reflection and what he saw made him throb down there.
He looked slutty. Face flushed, hair tousled in every direction, chest heaving up and down, legs spread apart, and his right lip was peeking out of the shorts he was wearing.
If you didn't know he just finished dancing, you would think somebody left him after defiling him. It was quite sexy and Sunoo knows when to appreciate his physical appearance and this was one of those moments.
He took another look at his surroundings just to be sure there’s no camera or if there’s another person he failed to notice lounging in the room and he moved the fabric of the shorts to the side fully exposing his waxed pussy to the mirror. Every other part of his body felt cold but it was warm in between his thighs and that made his hole clench at nothing.
He kept his eyes locked at his reflection in the mirror as he pressed two fingers in his sensitive nub which elicited a whiny noise from the man. Dancing with nothing to protect his cunt unknowingly made it extra sensitive.
He’s discovering a whole new thing with dancing for hours with no panties on and he’s afraid to admit that this might’ve opened Pandora’s box. This might not be the last time he forgoes wearing his panties.
He continues to rub his clit in a circular motion and for a minute it was enough but he started feeling like it’s too dry so he snaked towards his hole and dipped two fingers just to collect some slick and spread it all over his pussy.
Once satisfied with how wet he was, he went back to give his clit more attention. Ever since he learned about the pleasures of playing with yourself, he realized that fingering didn’t give him as much pleasure as rubbing his clit. His fingers were just not long enough to reach that spot inside of him. Every time he mourns that fact, he wishes that there’s somebody out there with long fingers to play with him just so he can experience the art of fingering.
He looked down at his cunt and he felt himself leaking after seeing how erotic it looked. It was glistening under the studio’s bright lights and it looked lewdly swollen.
He got on all fours to crawl towards his bag that he carelessly discarded next to the mirror when they got here earlier to get his phone. The moment he fished out his phone from the pockets of his bag, he was careful not to touch the phone with the fingers he just used to spread his wetness all over his pussy.
He went back to his previous position and laid on his back. Sunoo decided that it was so much better to just take his shorts off if he wanted to show off his pussy properly and so he did. After taking it off, he pulled the back of both of his knees towards him so his cunt looked even more plump and exposed.
Sunoo blushed at how indecent he looks like right now. If somebody decided to go through the closed door, he wouldn’t be able to hide his slutty wet cunt.
“I might even let them use me,” he thought to himself and he felt a thick slick trickle down the crack of his ass at that.
He involuntarily let out a moan at how he’s acting like a whore and with shaking hands, he opened the camera app and pointed at his pussy. He couldn’t see his phone’s screen properly due to his legs blocking the view so he took multiple photos hoping that at least one would come out great.
He brought the phone closer to his face and reviewed the photos and he was satisfied to see that everything looked perfect. He propped his body up and moved closer to the mirror and positioned the phone in front of his pussy and clicked the video recording button.
He immediately placed his feet, still with his sneakers on, on the flat surface of the mirror so he can fully spread his legs. Using one hand, he pulled his pussy’s lips apart to show how wet he is to the camera.
The man moaned when he started putting pressure on his clit and he set a desperately fast pace of rubbing it in a circular motion that he could hear the filthy sounds his wet cunt was producing.
“Fuck… Hmm… H-hyung…” Sunoo whined.
All he could think about was long fingers gripping his waist as a tall handsome man was driving his cock into his tight hole.
“Hyung,” he gasped.
Oh, how he wish it was a beautiful pale man fucking into him, calling him a stupid cockslut right now instead of straining his forearms reaching for his high. He cried out with a high pitched voice at how much he needs his Sunghoon hyung to come and fuck him like the whore that he is.
“Sung— hnngh!”
He looked at his reflection and he imagined that Sunghoon was looking right at him. Wishing that Sunghoon could see how flushed he is, how tears are gathering in his long lashes, and how he’d completely let the older guy use him as he pleases.
He brought his free hand to his face and started slapping it, thinking that it was Sunghoon’s long fingers inflicting pleasurable pain on his pretty face. The face that their company greatly treasured. The face which he considered to be one of his valuable asset.
“Sunghoon hyung!”
The smaller man was too out of it to hear the distinct thud just a few inches in front of him.
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It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. No. Sunghoon was just supposed to make use of the two-way mirror and scare Sunoo by making noises in the other side of the room and videotape his reaction for their next EN-loG content.
Now, he’s stuck in place while his pretty bandmate is playing with himself. Fuck, he didn’t even know Sunoo had a pussy. Is that why he’s so secretive every time they changed their clothes?
The taller man was hard as a rock as Sunoo maintained eye-contact with him. Okay, he wasn’t looking at him but with the way Sunoo was looking straight at him with hooded eyes, it felt like he was seeing right through the glass and then he started crawling towards the mirror which made Sunghoon step back until he realized that Sunoo was actually going for his bag.
The moment he saw what the younger one fished out of his bag, he felt his knees lose strength and he shakily but slowly went down on his knees to not create any noises.
“No way,” he thinks to himself.
His sweet and seemingly innocent bandmate was gonna take nude photos of himself! If he had a clear mind, he would have reprimanded Sunoo for taking indecent photos and warn him about how dangerous it would be if an idol’s incriminating photos were to be leaked but unfortunately, when it comes to a beautiful foxy eyed man, Sunghoon forgets all logic so he dumbly stays there. Eyes going wide wanting to take in every details concerning the younger man’s body.
He feels like a creep— no, he is a creep.
He should be closing his eyes, will his dick to go soft, and get out of the room as soon as possible, instead, he’s leaning forward with his hand pressing down his bulge.
“I’m going to hell,” he thought.
He is disrespecting Sunoo’s privacy but he just looks beautiful. He wants to devour him, if Sunoo gives him a chance.
His heart starts beating even faster when Sunoo dragged his body closer to the mirror, right in front where Sunghoon is kneeling down and the taller man felt his pre-cum seep out of his dick. Sunoo is spreading his legs just a few inches away from him and is now moaning like a whore.
“H-hyung…”
Sunghoon’s ears started ringing. That can’t be right. Sunoo’s calling for a “hyung” right now and Sunghoon’s chest bloomed with hope. He knows he is not the only man in Sunoo’s life that he calls ‘hyung’ but his lust-addled brain wanted to delude himself into thinking that he was calling out for him. His Sunghoon hyung. If only Sunoo would call onto him, he would gladly drop everything and give him everything that he asks for.
“Call out my name, baby,” he breathily whispers to himself.
His lower belly was starting to hurt from how hard he is so he decided to take his dick out of his sweatpants and fist it up and down. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and he was breathing heavily.
“Sung— hnngh!” Sunghoon’s perked up at that. Was he about to call out his name or was his mind playing tricks on him. Either way, it aroused him to no end.
“Fuck,” he breathily moaned when Sunoo looked back at his reflection. Sunghoon wants to punch himself when he caught himself forgetting for the second time that there’s a mirror between them but you couldn’t really blame him.
Sunoo looks utterly debauched. If he looks like that just from touching himself, Sunghoon could only imagine what he would look like once he gets his hands on him. He looks so fucking pretty with his eyebrows bunched up together and his teary eyes.
“I want to make him cry,” Sunghoon scared himself with that revelation.
He didn’t know he had a thing for making people cry… or maybe it’s just because it’s Sunoo and everything that the younger man does gives Sunghoon incredible pleasure.
He closed his eyes to blink away the dryness in his eyes for opening his eyes for a long time without blinking and that’s when he heard a terrifyingly crisp sound.
He focused back on Sunoo and he almost came at what he witnessed. His sweet and innocent Kim Sunoo just slapped himself. The impact made him close his eyes and a bunch of fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. He brought his other hand to his face for the second time and brought another slap on his beautiful cheeks.
Sunghoon was shaking from too much pleasure. He was about to cum when he heard it.
“Sunghoon hyung!”
Sunghoon was not a stranger to Sunoo’s outbursts. He loves teasing the smaller guy and it sometimes rubs off Sunoo in the wrong way. In the past month, he has probably heard Sunoo angrily shout his name about a hundred times but not like this. Never like this. He never even thought it was possible.
The taller man was about to cum just from a single mention of his name but he clamped down on the base of his cock. No. He’s got a better idea. He immediately stood up and he failed to notice the camera falling off his lap which created a loud thud.
He thinks he might have broke it but right now, he doesn’t give a shit about an expensive camera. His beautiful Sunoo is calling out for him in the next room and there’s nothing more important than giving Sunoo what he deserves.
And what he deserves is a good dicking.
He made sure to tuck himself back into his pants before going out in the hallway and with long strides, he arrived at the door of the dance studio. He slowly slid the door open, careful to not make any noise lest it might scare Sunoo off.
He saw Sunoo throw his head back with his eyes closed, moans bouncing off the walls of the room. He immediately slid the door close and made sure to lock it. He just realized that Sunoo didn’t lock the door. Slut.
He moved like air and Sunoo didn’t even realize that there’s another figure looming over him. He let out a yelp once he felt another hand put pressure on his sensitive clit.
He opened his eyes and was greeted with an intense embarrassment.
“Were you moaning out for my name, you little slut?” Sunghoon whispered low in his ear and Sunoo clenched his thighs together.
Sunoo whined and Sunghoon wasn’t happy with that. He roughly pulled his legs apart and slapped his inner thigh, “Keep your legs spread apart and answer me properly. Is my whore so cock hungry that he forgot how to use his words? Hmm?”
The smaller one shook his head profusely, “No! N-no! I’m good! Sunoo is hyung’s g-good boy. Need hyung! Need hyung so bad. My slutty hole needs hyung’s cock!”
Sunghoon chuckled at his words. He was gonna go crazy. It’s like Sunoo materialized straight out of his wet dreams. Ever since they’ve been living together, Sunoo has graced his dreams. It was mostly about going on cute and romantic dates but there are times when he dreams of a tiny waist and plump thighs riding him like a true slut and he’s about to make those dreams a reality.
He gripped the younger’s waist and made him go on all fours and he slapped Sunoo’s inner thighs to spread them apart. Sunoo shakily spread his thighs and looked back at the taller man. He knows he should be embarrassed that he got caught playing with himself in public but with the way that Sunghoon’s looking at him like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey, he decided to file that shame for another day.
He pushed himself against the bulge forming in his hyung’s sweatpants and started grinding on it.
"Hyung, please… put it in me,” Sunoo breathily said.
He didn’t stop grinding even when Sunghoon was taking out his cock and he couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of his cock. It was so pretty and it curved towards him. He can’t wait to feel it inside him.
He started rubbing his cock in the younger one’s pussy to collect the slick to make the glide easier and just to make sure, he spat in his hand to coat his dick with it.
Sunoo found it difficult to support his body with his shaking arms so he just folded them and used it as a pillow to at least protect his face from the hard floor.
“Ready, baby?” Sunghoon gently asked and Sunoo’s chest bloomed with warmth. That’s the main reason why he started liking Sunghoon. He can be playful and annoying at times but he is deeply considerate of the people around him.
Sunoo hummed, “I trust you, hyung.”
Sunghoon leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead and that touched Sunoo’s heart.
The taller man started pushing inside the smaller one and they both moaned at the feeling. Given Sunghoon’s size, he thought it would hurt him but all he felt was immense pleasure.
The intensity of it made Sunoo’s body shake uncontrollably and Sunghoon groaned when he felt the younger man clamping down on him.
“My slut’s pussy is so tight,” he groaned.
Sunoo whined at the older man’s words and he started moving back into him since Sunghoon was taking his sweet time.
“You impatient slut,” Sunghoon slapped his ass which elicited a moan out of Sunoo.
Sunghoon started moving fast and Sunoo could only scream at the roughness of it.
“H-hyung…! Ugh! Hnngh! Please!”
Sunoo could feel a trail of drool escaping his lips from how much he was screaming and when Sunghoon pulled his hair, he could see a trail of saliva connecting his lips and his forearm.
The taller man grabbed Sunoo’s jaw and devoured his lips. Sunoo wasn’t able to kiss him back properly because of the intense assault his pussy was experiencing and all he could do was let his tongue out which Sunghoon immediately sucked onto. Sunghoon’s hands snaked towards his clit and started rubbing it.
The taller man groaned when Sunoo clenched even tighter.
“Did you leave the door unlocked on purpose so somebody would come in here and violate you like this?”
Sunoo shook his head.
“Really? From how I see it, you’d let anybody use you as long as this hole gets filled with cock.”
Sunoo started tearing up, chanting multiple ‘nos’.
“This slutty hole needs to learn its place.”
Sunoo was full on crying now so Sunghoon manhandled him to another position. One where he could see his angel’s face in the mirror and it took everything in him to not cum at the sight of Sunoo’s tears. His eyes were rolled back, tears running down his pretty face, tongue lolling out, drool dripping from his lips. He looked like a slut. Sunghoon’s slut.
“My pretty whore,” Sunghoon whispered next to Sunoo’s ears and the smaller one could only cry as he came.
Sunghoon groaned when Sunoo keeps clenching down on him and he didn’t stop rubbing his clit even when he started trashing out of his hold from oversensitivity.
“T-too much, hyung! I can’t! Hnngh,” Sunoo deliriously screamed but Sunghoon didn’t let up. Sunoo gathered all of his remaining strength to crawl away from Sunghoon’s tight grip because he might actually go crazy if Sunghoon keeps driving his cock straight to that spot inside of him.
Just as he was about to escape, Sunghoon pinned his neck to the ground so all he could do was take it. Sunoo could feel another orgasm building up inside of him and he started shaking.
“A good slut is gonna take whatever is given to him,” Sunghoon spat.
The taller man rubbed his clit even faster and he could only moan from the onslaught of pleasure his body was being subjected to.
Sunoo reached to place his palm in the mirror in front of him but due to his sweat, his hand only slid down creating a squeaky sound.
He looked at their reflection and he felt his pussy clench at the sight of Sunghoon’s head thrown back. He wanted to lick the juncture of his neck but it was impossible with his current position.
His eyes rolled back when he felt his pussy squirt pushing out Sunghoon’s dick and the taller man followed, painting his lower back with his thick semen.
“Baby, you felt so good,” Sunghoon breathily moaned and he immediately moved to carry Sunoo to the couch despite being exhausted himself. He went to Sunoo’s bag and pulled out a pack of wet wipes to clean Sunoo and then his dick.
He picked up the shorts that the younger was wearing and dressed him up. He also wiped Sunoo’s face with a new sheet of wet wipes and that warmed Sunoo’s chest.
“Hyung, just leave that. We can rest for a while,” Sunoo mutters tiredly.
Sunghoon kissed him on the lips and continued what he was doing.
“It’s fine. Just rest, don’t mind me.”
Sunoo smiled at that.
He’s not scared of what might happen to the both of them from this point forward in time. His Sunghoon hyung is the kindest and responsible guy he knows.
He younger man looked at what Sunghoon was doing and he blushed when he saw that he was wiping the puddle of squirt on the floor.
“Hyung, could you please just leave that?” The embarrassment was evident in Sunoo’s voice as he screamed at the taller guy. Shame was creeping into him now and his annoying hyung just barked out a loud laugh at that.