#this is SO sexy thank you anon for the req..

[facefullofsadness]

HII SORRY IDK IF REQS R ON OR OFF BUT CAN I REQ GUITARIST DOM NEIGHBOUR YUNJIN X NERD SUB Y/N (FEM)

first of all, yes reqs are open dw. second, ANON IM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT GRRR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

content - dom guitarist neighbor!yunjin x nerd sub!y/n (written like "studious nerd" not "loser nerd" like in the sakura fic), smut (rough sex, fingering, choking, degradation, mommy kink, edging)

wc - 1652

a/n - ffos stop writing rockstar!yunjin smut challenge (difficulty: impossible). and when I do a rockstar!au series w a bunch of diff idols just fucking y/n brainless, then what? bc look at the material, rockstar winter, giselle, hanni, yunjin, wendy, phew, I'm dizzy.

all you want to do is study or relax, but yunjin has her own agenda.

I imagine you're some kind of stem or pre-med major where ur head is always buried in books, trying to study and memorize and re-memorize and review all this fucking material. ur always preoccupied with your studies that when u finally get that moment to rest, you really bask in the peace of silence after a long day.

but of course, you can never have good things. bc as soon as you lay back on your couch, ur favorite snack next to you and putting your comfort show on the tv, you hear music blasting from your neighbor. the melody u conclude being an arctic monkeys song (taste jennifer! listen to do I wanna know for immersion :)) which you would enjoy on any other day, if not for the fact that you were trying to relax and NOT feel the vibrations of the electric guitar from next door. that being said, this neighbor had been practicing music EVERY DAY for the past few weeks.

it drove u insane. you have never tried to confront ur neighbor bc you hoped they would stop on their own (maybe due to social anxiety too but that's neither here nor there), but after WEEKS of this perpetual migraine, you had no choice.

building up the courage to walk over to their door and proceeding to practically pound on it, music louder now that you were outside their apartment. you were fully prepared to go ape-shit on the menace that had been tormenting your serenity for so long. but you didn't prepare for them to be hot?!

the music stopping after 3 rounds of your aggressive knocking and finally a red-haired sexy ass woman swung open the door fully, guitar slung on her back and tatted arms crossed, wearing black tattered clothes, the woman towering over you as she leaned forward, looking up at her eyebrow and septum piercings.

you gulped nervously, not expecting such a sight, the ginger raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"what do you want?" she'd ask annoyedly.

her tone pissed you off and snapped u out of your trance, "for you to lower your music or stop playing."

bold, she thought.

"why should I?" the woman leaned against her door frame, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you huff out frustratingly, "because you've been blasting your music for the past few weeks and I'm sick and tired of it, it gives me a headache and you have no respect."

she scoffs, "aw, is my princess missing out on her beauty sleep?"

you close ur eyes and sigh, regaining urself so you wouldn't blow up, then looking up at the girl's eyes, "can you PLEASE lower the music at least?"

the ginger uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, one hand on the door frame and another gesturing at you, "do I get anything in return for being such a good girl for you?"

u feel chills go down your spine at her words and your cheeks heat up. the sound of her deep chuckle makes you look away.

"fuck you're cute, what's your name?" she tilts her head to the side.

"y-y/n."

"I've never seen you around y/n. you're telling me I've been living next to an absolute babe for the past few months and I didn't know? can't be having that."

your eyes dart anywhere else before you clear your throat, "anyway, thank you, I'll get going now."

"ah, ah, ah, not so fast y/n-ie. I haven't even told you my name yet!" you feel a hand snatch your wrist and pull you back, your body falling into hers.

you look up at the red-haired neighbor, "it's yunjin, jennifer to friends, but you can moan mommy to me."

you scream internally and feel your heartbeat racing. it'd be so fucking cringe to hear it if anyone else said it, but something about the way jen held you and looked at you like her next meal made your lower stomach feel on fire.

"do you wanna know how talented guitarists are with their fingers?" her naughty half-lidded gaze trailed the features of your face, looking so innocent to her, with your large black framed glasses and wide eyes.

"you're disgusting and a pervert miss jennifer," you say, trying to cover up your attraction to her and the situation (failing btw).

you try to pull away from her grasp, her strong hands gripping your arms tighter and holding you close, her face coming closer to yours, "oh please, don't lie and tell me you don't wanna fuck me."

"you really don't have any respect do you?"

"and where was your respect? came pounding on my door, demanding whatever bullshit you just said, didn't even ask me for my name miss neighbor!" a cocky smile spreading on yunjin's face.

"well I apologize but it should be common sense to not blast your music for the entire 5th floor to hear," you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in her hold.

"you look even better when you're angry, maybe I should piss you off some more."

god she pissed you off so much, it's unfortunate the girl was really fucking hot.

"I'm not pissed," you lied.

"no? what are you then? horny?" the audacity really.

you roll your eyes, "can I go?"

jen gives you an annoyingly smug expression and shakes her head left to right before pulling you into her place, shutting the door behind you, and pinning you to it.

"you may not be horny, which I don't believe, but I am now."

her grip leaves your arms and trails your sides. you let out a heavy sigh but try to hold your composure.

"hm? you're not pushing me away? does that mean I'm right?"

she chuckles lowly next to your ear, her greedy hands slipping under your sweatshirt and rubbing the skin.

"sh-shut up," you mumble, turning your head away from her face in your neck, her mouth leaving hot breaths and wet kisses across it.

her calloused fingertips tap against your waist and travel higher, "no bra? was your intention to get fucked so I could change my mind?"

she's so vulgar, like it gives you the ick, but she feels so good, you ignore the bullshit spilling from her lips.

she feels up your stomach and places each hand on your boobs, kneading them eagerly and breathing hard on your neck. you bite your lip to prevent any noise from escaping your mouth. you knew it was wrong, you knew it was dirty, but you knew it felt too good to wanna stop.

"c'mon princess, let it out for me," yunjin would whisper against your skin, her thumbs circling your hard nipples.

your hands clutch her bare shoulders as you feel her smile against your jaw. you struggle hard to hold back a whine as she pushes you into the door using her warm body.

"I have nothing to let out for you," lying again.

"I guess I just have to tear it out from you then," the guitarist says before taking her hands out from under your sweatshirt and grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to her room.

your body falls against the plush mattress and you watch as the woman slings her guitar off her shoulders, crawling on the bed towards you.

"you may be able to resist how good it feels now, but not after I have my way with you... I won't be the one making so much noise after all."

oh and she truly kept her word.

yunjin's right hand fingers were plunged deep inside your pussy, thrusting in and out at unfathomable speed, while her left hand fingers were in your mouth, shoving them down your throat and making you gag.

your shorts and panties were somewhere lost in her room and if your vision wasn't blurred with tears, you swear your clothes hang from one of the guitars she had displayed on the wall. you sat with your legs wide open on jen's lap, your back against the headboard for stability, tongue sticking out so her fingers can reach deeper into your mouth.

all you could make out were the choking noises coming from your throat and muffled moaning conjoined with it. your cunt was on fire due to the pace at which her digits were ramming into you. your eyes were rolled back and your thighs trembled.

"you sick fuck, you're really enjoying this you know? I know you are, I know you love how rough I'm treating you. who would've known some lowly nerd like you would be into such freaky shit."

she'd pull the fingers in your throat out which caused you to release a deep groan, but return her hand to your neck, squeezing and pinning you against the headboard.

"m-mommy..." you'd desperately whimper out.

a sick chuckle leaves her throat hearing you call her the title she mentioned earlier.

"you may be a whore but you're good at following directions, aren't you princess?" she sinisterly smiles at your fucked out expression, pulling her fingers all the way out to slam them in again, using four digits to plunge into your gushing cunt.

your vision blurs completely as you feel your high coming quick. your back arches off of the wall and your body melts into yunjin's hold.

"cumming already? so sensitive, I don't wanna end it yet," she immediately retracts her hand from your pulsing core.

you whine desperately at the loss of contact and jennifer's grip on your neck tightens.

"listen here little slut, I barely even started. you're going to hold out until I have my way with you, got it?"

let's just say you're not the neighbor making the noise complaints in the next few hours (days? weeks? yunjin realllyyyy liked you).

a/n - guitarists' finger dexterity is no joke (I play guitar so someone plsss hmu :.) aka huh yunjin hit my line im begging you)

[jistagrams]

Can you please write something for WayV :(:(:(:(:( the sad faces are cuz I just want their sexy asses so bad omg BUT anyway can you write a fake text post of them being jealous bc reader has to work with a coworker that has a crush on her?Idk if you've done this for them or another group so im sorry if you have already </3

of course I could write to wayv 🤭🤭, I have not done it for another group but anon thank u sm for the req cus this is so smart

wayv jealous of your co-worker

parings: bf!wayv x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive,fluff, jealous wayv lol, henderys msgs use female pronouns

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Hello it's me again the Sharkie anon, I hope I didn't bother you too much with my request but if you did please tell me so i can limit my portion. Your writings and story delivering are one of my favorites here and really I can't thank you enough for my previous reqs because they're just excellent and well written *happy cries*.

*Cough cough* btw this is more like an ask, mmm what do you think about TF141 reaction when they see reader wearing face jewelry like face chain https://images.app.goo.gl/7XVrRfjxWJNQrXfw6

Maybe a random soldier from other task force brought it for disguise purpose and reader tries it on, or simply reader just loves jewelries and when there's a party she choose to wear it – its up to you for the scenario. Aaaaand well, to make it better, let's combine those face jewelries with this outfit and hairdo reference (sorry for using kpop reference) https://images.app.goo.gl/7XTz3HQ8Fgg9kAGE7

Thank you, hope your April's great

Hello sharkie 🦈 ! please feel free to send me ideas/requests, although it may take a few days to finish because irl things, but I love to do them, and I’m so happy to see you coming back to my blog! and tyvm for the kind words, I’m the one who needs to thank you 🥹💖 I hope your life’s doing well too!

I’m glad you like the previous reqs!! but I’m afraid that you might be disappointed to this one, cause I never heard of face chains before omgggg, I tried my best but sorry in advance if this sucks 🥲 (and pls don’t apologize for the refs anything is okay for me!)

TF141 men seeing you wearing face chain for party ( you guys go to the party together)

Price

He hasn’t heard about face chains before. He’s too busy (and not really interested), and rarely pays attention to what is trending lately, but when you walk out of the dressing room with those dazzling chains decorating across your face, he just stands there confused and in awe.

He can’t stop staring at you, the sky-blue jewel on your face chain just suits your gown so much, and them shining under the chandelier when you sway your hips and stroll to his side makes him feel like a teenager infatuated with a girl again.

It’s inconvenient for him to kiss you though, because it might tangled with his beard. You two will laugh when he leans down to give you a peck on your lips and then the face chain entangles your long hair with his beard.

You will find his search history flooded with face chains after the party. What you don’t know is he already bought a few chains he thinks might fit you and can’t wait to let you wear them for him

Soap

This man will demand to wear a matching face chain with you, don’t forget to tell him what kind of chain you’re wearing for the party, so he’s able to get one in time

Shows you and himself off to everyone he meets at the party, forcing everyone to admit it suits you guys (well they aren’t lying)

Insist on putting the face chain on your face himself, surprisingly careful when doing it, but it’s impossible for him not to keep pressing kisses during the process, so remember to start dressing earlier than usual or you guys might be late

He will kiss your ears a lot. He loves how the face chain disappears into your hair and then hangs from your ears. He finds it sexy that the chains are merging with your outfit and whole figure like you are a divine gift. (he can’t wait for the party to end and unwrap his gift back home)

Gaz

He’s the one laying out a bunch of face chains for you to choose, and of course, he has checked what you’re going to wear when attending the party, so every face chain he fishes out is just the best one to bring out your beauty.

How is he able to stop praising you when he sees you wear the face chain he picks for you? Since the first time he learned about face chains he yearns for a chance to see you wear it.

He restrains himself from sucking a hickey just below your ears even though he knows it will look perfect beside your face chain, but he makes sure to take a mental note, reminding himself to do it after the party.

When someone asks about your face chain, he will proudly tell them he chose it for you. Your girl friends are crazy for the pretty face chain and ask if they can have a close look, they attentively touch and observe it, and that’s how you find out there’s a K.G. engraved on one of the pendants.

Ghost

He hates parties, and has been grumpy and annoyed for it the past few days, but the tantrum vanishes the second he finds you dressed up in the blue dress adorn with white silk like you’re some fallen angel, and takes out your face chain ready to put it on.

He doesn’t know about face chains either, and doesn’t own one to match with you even if he craves one right now, so he wears a pair of earrings that are similar to the design of your face chain.

He likes to show off his beautiful partner, others should know how majestic his partner is, but he stays close to you and sends death stares to those who dare to look at you with dirty thoughts inside their mind, moreover, he likes to be at your side and help you adjust the chain when it accidentally stucks with your hair (he take these chances to touch your face and soft hair)

Discover he loves chains as apparel for you, the face chain, the silver necklace made with a chain and little pendants on you opens the door to a new world for him. Don’t be too surprised when next time you open the gift box and find an exquisite pair of lingerie with chains as decorations.

[finnofamerica]

Professor, Please - Dr. Ian Malcolm x Reader || Fluff \ Smut

Summary: When your grades slip due to your fantasizing about your sexy professor, you would do damn near anything to get your grades back up.

Prompt: Would you be comfy with writing, professor! Ian x student!f!reader??? Like they started fucking because of “grades but in reality, they’re both head over heels for each other

Word Count: 1,179

Date Posted: 05.13.23

TW: Breeding, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Praise, Slight Edging, Teacher/Student Relationship.

Note: Remember that kink is customizable, and there is no right way to do it as long as you’re keeping safe. We play by Safe, Sane, and Consensual here, but there is also Risk Aware Consensual Kink and Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum, I am willing to answer any questions that I can.

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

|| Request Here || Masterlist || Fandoms/Characters || Req. by Anon

You were completely zoned in class. The only thought in your brain was how much you wanted to go home and rub one out so you could get back to work.  Not that you didn’t enjoy the subject. You thought that Chaos Theory was fascinating. It wasn’t your fault you were so out of it. The professor was the cause of your distracted state. 

Dr. Ian Malcolm was sex on legs, and arousal burned in you from the moment you first stepped into his class at the beginning of the semester. Black dress shirt partially unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, dark jeans that accentuated the length of his legs, paired with black boots - You practically came on the spot. Dr. Malcolm had these long, lithe fingers that you caught yourself fantasizing about constantly. 

“Class dismissed,” Ian called out. The sudden movement of your classmates snapped you back into reality. You’d missed the entire lecture. “Miss Y/L/N, I need to have a word with you before you leave.” 

Shit. Your stomach fell out of your ass. You packed your things into your backpack, hands shaking. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and nervously adjusted your shorts that had ridden up and settled into the crease between your hips and your thighs. You weren’t sure your legs would hold you up as you made your way down to the lectern at the front of the lecture hall. You could practically feel his gaze burning into you as his eyes followed you down the aisle. 

“Y/N, right? Is it all right if I call you that?” He asked, leaning casually against the lectern, arms folded over his chest, pulling his shirt open just enough for you to get a peak at his chest hair. 

“Yes, Sir, that’s fine.” You swallowed thickly, forcing your eyes to his. 

“Y/n, are you aware that your grades in this class are abysmal? Is everything okay? You seem distracted.” 

Of course, he could see right through you. 

“I’m sorry, Dr. Malcolm. I will try to be more focused in the future.” 

“At this rate, Y/n, you’re not going to pass this class. Even if you manage to focus up for the rest of the semester.” He sighed disappointedly.  “It's a shame, and You were recommended highly by the other professors when you signed up for this class.” 

“Professor, please, I will do almost anything to improve my grades. I can’t afford to fail this class.” 

“Why don’t we head back to my office to discuss your options.” 

You gripped Ian’s desk tightly, muffling your moans with your hand. Your shorts were pulled down around your thighs, just enough for him to slide in between your legs; your thong was pulled off to the side, the thin fabric surely soaked. 

“Fuck, Professor, please,” You moaned into your hand as he railed you from behind, one of his hands wrapped up in your hair. 

“God, you feel good, Y/n,” Ian growled, grip on your hair tightening. 

“Thank you, Professor,” You gasped out between thrusts. 

“You on birth control?”

“Yes, Professor.” 

“Good, ‘cus I’m not pulling out.” 

Your pussy clenched around him, a flood of arousal soaking his cock. 

“You just got so wet, Baby,” He tugged on your hair so he could growl in your ear, “Do you like the idea of me filling you with my seed?” 

“Yes, Professor,” You moaned as he slowed his thrusts just enough to give you a breather.

“Fuck,” He chuckled, “You’re a little slut, huh?” 

You whimpered underneath him. The threat of someone walking in on the two of you was not far from your mind. With the way that he was fucking you, you couldn’t care less if someone found you. 

“Just for you, Professor.” 

He thrust fast into you, your little breather over. The sound of skin slapping skin and moaning filling his office. He reached his free hand around your front, cupping your breast. Your nipples were stiff against his warm palm. The scratching of your bra against your taught had you whimpering beneath him. It was just enough to get you to the edge but not get you off. You would have given anything to orgasm while his cock was still buried inside you. 

“Tell me you want me to come in you,” Ian demanded, close to orgasm himself. 

“I want you to come in me, Professor, please,” You whined, desperate to tip over the edge yourself. His thrusts stuttered, and he buried himself as deep as he could in your pussy. You could feel his cock twitching as he spilled inside you. 

Slowly he pulled out, dropping to his knees. 

“What‘re you-” 

Your question was cut off by a long swipe of his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He flicked his tongue against your clit, trying out different speeds and motions until he found the one that made you weak in the knees. 

You’d had a few boyfriends in your life, but none could compare to the way this man was devouring you. Ian was like a man starved. He was eating you out like you were his last meal. 

“Fuck, Professor, Please, I can’t take much more,” You whined. He gripped your thighs tightly but said nothing. The message was clear; you were not going anywhere until you came on his tongue. It was like every nerve in you was set on fire, as even your face began to tingle. You were so close, and that hot coil began to twist in your stomach. The eruption was imminent. Your legs spasmed beneath you as you orgasmed hard against his tongue, whimpering some form of his name. 

“Good girl,” He cooed as he tucked your thong back in place and pulled your shorts back up over your ass. “Meet with me every other week after class.” 

“Yes, Professor,” You nodded as you righted yourself, hoping to calm your flushed face before you left his office. 

“I expect you to focus in future classes, Y/n,” Ian said seriously, two fingers tucked underneath your chin so you couldn’t shy away from him. 

You were hooked on him ever since. Bi-weekly meetings in his office soon weren’t enough for either of you. You’d begun sneaking off to his condo in the middle of the night after your roommates were long asleep. Hookups turned into him making you dinner and stuttering excuses to your roommates when you spent the night. 

Tonight you were wrapped up in his arms, lying on the couch as some movie you weren’t really paying attention to played on the television. You drew lazy circles on his chest as he rubbed your back gently. You couldn’t imagine a more beautiful man at this moment. 

“What?” He chuckled softly as he caught you staring. 

“Nothin’. I just love you.” You were so relaxed it took you a full moment for your brain to catch up with your words. Neither of you had said it until this moment. 

Ian smiled, “I love you too.” 

Tags: @glowstick-anon

[reivrze]

Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희    ;    heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제    ;    jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크    ;    jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성    ;    sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선    ;    sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정    ;    jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니    ;    niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[bazthefirstborn]

The sub hcs was so damn great! if it isn't a bother, may I req a part 2 with faruzan and layla in it?

you don't need to do it if you don't feel like it tho +also english isn't not first language so I'm sorry if you don't understand it!

anon I love that! tysm for the ask!

Sub Genshin Girls p.3! (gn reader)

featured here: Faruzan, Layla, Jean, Ningguang, Kokomi

smut under the cut - minors dni!

Faruzan

she's so cute sndfjksfjkjkf

literally the definition of tsundere she will deny anything that pertains to being flustered by you

she wants to be knowledgeable about everything so of course you have to teach her about sex!

she's super quiet the first few times, but sososososo flustered <3

she's one of those girls that covers her face when she blushes I know it :)

not very pillow princess-y, she wants to know how everything works and feels, so she wants to help you out too

even when she's the one getting eaten out she's still thinking about how you feel ! very adamant that you get to cum too

Layla

sleepy baby <33

super duper into somnophilia!

is very very much a pillow princess

she just wants to lay there and have you do all of it

very into any position that gets her close to you !!!

super sweet and gives you lots of praises

literally melts when you cuddle after!!!!

cuddlefucking her >>>>

loves getting little kisses and slow sex when she's tired

Jean

she deserves the whole world <333

always looking out for your pleasure!!!!

loves to cockwarm/strapwarm you while she works

wants you to cum first no matter what

plzplzplz for the love of god just take her apart slowly and make her forget all of her anxieties

will actually melt when you make out

very very blushy

sosososo shy but loves when you eat her out

very much enjoys sitting on your face so you can't see how flustered she is

Ningguang

mwah mwah my babygirl <3333

kind of bratty but not without reason

she loves to challenge you

very skilled with her tongue omgomg

will absolutely have a competition of who gives better head

not a pillow princess but loves being taken care of yk

she will absolutely let you do all the work but likes to pull her own weight too!

loves fancy lingerie!!!!! will surprise you with new sets <33

takes really good sexy pictures to give you while you work as "motivation"

Kokomi

the most flustered and curious about anything you do

always always wants more even if she has no time for it

plz just be gentle with her she deserves it

is very interested in vibes and other toys! she's never really used them before you!

i believe in the collaring kokomi agenda!!!!!

get her a super cute one with little fish designs and a little bell on it!!!!!!!

(this is totally not me projecting shut up)

thanks for the request anon I hope you enjoy this!!!!

[xkotaro16w]

for the 500 event, can i req nsfw 15, 20, 24? thank you :3

—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—

Prompt: 15. Spanking, 20. Brat, 24. Degrading.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: N/SFW, spanking, brat tamer/brat, degradation, slight cursing, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: ANON IK WHAT R U IN2 OK AKJFBAJHWFBAHF (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I LIKE THIS MUEHEHE (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ I HOPE U LIKE THIS ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

15. SPANKING

It’s not often for him to spank your ass. Sometimes? Sometimes. If you can't behave, he's in the mood, or he's jealous, he'll spank it PLAYFULLY and sometimes HARSHLY. Or do you want it to be very harsh, honey?

He won't hurt you, he prefers to squeeze your ass, or grab it harshly like your hip.

If you spank his ass, his tail will be straight as a ruler to the top and a deep yelp comes out from his mouth. Oh, it's alright, he'll pay you back harsher than yours OR as harsh as yours (if you spank him hard enough).

He’s not really into spanking but can and soon he realizes it's pretty... Good for you.

A big muscular palm squeezes your butt cheek abruptly and spanks it playfully, you couldn’t take it anymore and cry for his name because of his tantalizing action. His manhood twitches as your walls tighten up again because of the spank.

It’s almost like your hole is sucking all of his manhood and eating it, Leona’s lips curve to a big grin and presses his strong sturdy body to yours tightly, a deep groan reaches your ear as he rams himself into you merciless. As his expected, it makes him riles up as well.

“Hnnhg… You’re getting tight again, herbivore…”

20. BRAT

Leona himself can be a brat if he becomes the submissive, unfortunately THAT’S VERY RARE! He also thinks your bratty side is exhausting or annoying in daily activities, BUT Leona likes to tame a brat in the bed.

You invite him to be wild, so he'll be wild, right? Mercy is not in his dictionary if that happens. He'll make you stop squirming and shut you up with his manhood torturing your hole.

If Leona becomes the brat, damn, make him grip your sheet until it rips apart, because it's sexy. Brat Leona is annoying, he keeps resisting to moan because he still has his pride within him!

He’s more into and is the brat tamer, honey.

Your attitude is like a challenge to him, he thought it’s annoying, yet appealing. A herbivore tested his patience until it touches its limit. There’s only one way to make you behave, by taming you.

His firm hands grope you roughly, his manhood moves in a steady fast pace. Your whining is nothing to him but cute noises to his predatory ears, because this is what a brat like you gets when you annoy him. What a satisfying view he sees, you babble messily and couldn’t even talk properly now.

“Hmph, what an annoying brat… Open your fucking legs wider...”

24. DEGRADING

It’s actually depends on you. If you’re comfortable with degrading, then he’ll do it and give you a reminder that this’s only happens when you have a sex with him (because outside the make out session, he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying something mean especially Leona thinks of you as an equal mate of him).

Leona is good at this seriously! Any dirty nicknames that the both of you agree on, he’ll use it on you. He loves it the way your hole tighten up because of his words.

Bitch, slut, whore, what else? Any degradation nicknames that the two of you’re comfortable and agree on.

Overall, he likes doing it to you and he’s a meany, of course you know it, right?

He loves everything about you. This pretty hole of yours is his and you’re taking him really good. How could he not be happy when you only want his manhood, not the others, but his. Your back arches when he hits your sweet spot again, he couldn’t have enough of you, never.

Even after you reached your climax for several times, you’re still getting tight and being needy for him to torment your puffy hole more, which is already soaked by his cum. The lion licks his lips as you tighten up again.

“My whore is being needy for me~”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[autmism]

secret lab rat

pairing(s) ; steven grant x fem!reader

warning(s) ; school anxiety, hurt/comfort

synopsis ; (requested) Hiya! Love your writings and fan fics and i was wondering if it's OK asking for a fem!reader which is studying for a psychology test admission and is very stressed and Steven tries to comfort her? Thanks already and I hope you have a great day!♡

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a/n ; this was such a cute req oh my godd thank u sm anon :3 hope you enjoy and have a lovely day <3

“alright, you’ve been sitting here twiddling your thumbs, what’s the problem?” steven stood in front of y/n, hands clasped together and a grin on his face. steven had noticed y/n zoning out at the desk for the last hour whilst he sat on the couch reading. he had the slightest clue as what was on y/n’s mind, but he wanted to help her.

“hm? nothing really,” y/n shrugged leaning back in her chair and trying to look relaxed, “just some stuff.”

steven knelt down in front of her, his hands on her knees, “want to share?”

y/n shrugged again, sighing, “i don’t know, just super stressed… about this stupid test.”

“i think you’ll do great, love, been sat here for god knows long every day of the bloody week, you’re doing great!” steven squeezed her knees for extra emphasis.

“i know, i know i’ve been putting in a lot of effort, but what if it’s not enough? i mean what if i get in there and my brain turns to mush and i completely blank and flunk the test,” y/n paused, “i’m worried this isn’t for me and i’ll let everyone down.”

steven sighed and grabbed y/n’s hands, trying to offer any sort of comfort he could, “if you flunk the test, you can still make up for it with the next one, can’t you?”

“yeah, but this one’s a huge part of my grade, i really really can’t mess this one up,” y/n let go of one of his hands to massage her temples, feeling the stress headache forming, “i don’t know what to do.”

“well, if you want to know my opinion, you’re gonna bloody ace that test and i know it,” steven grinned, “wanna know why?”

“why?” y/n looked back at his eyes.

“because you,” he jabbed a finger to her chest lightly, “are the smartest, most intelligent person that i’ve ever met, i mean it! i mean wow, psychology pfft, i would never have the guts to go for it, too tricky of a topic, far more complicated than the egypt stuff, y’know and i’ve got plenty of the stuff you study in psychology and even i don’t understand it!”

steven’s laughs brought a smile to y/n’s face, “you’re just saying that, you have to.”

“me? lying? does this look like a face that could lie?” steven pouted dramatically, making y/n laugh.

“no, you’re right, you’re far too cute to lie,” y/n pinched one of his cheeks and cupped the other one in her other hand.

“you’re gonna ace it, love, you always do,” he smiles, “don’t worry about flopping the test, you’d still be as intelligent as you were before you took the test, a silly number, or letter isn’t going to change that, darling.”

“thank you, steven.. you’re the best.”

“plus, being ‘round me is sort of exta studying, got all these mental things, you get to see these things up close,” steven laughed tapping the side of his head, “it’s like i’m you’re very own secret lab rat, innit?”

“steven, don’t call yourself a lab rat, you’re my boyfriend and the love of my life, not an experiment for school,” y/n pouted, running a finger down the slope of his nose.

“only joking, promise,” he grinned at her. she always caught steven when he started talking down on himself, he always poked fun at himself and she guessed it was to do it before anyone else did. kind of a way to show people ‘i know whatever you’re going to say, you don’t need to tell me’, but y/n wouldn’t let it slide. no one talks bad about steven, especially steven himself.

“i know, but you’re so amazing, i don’t want you to see yourself any less than you are,” y/n smiled, grabbing onto his hands again, “you’re the best man i’ve ever met, you are honest, funny, empathetic and intelligent… and sexy.”

“y/n!” steven laughed, slightly shocked at the last part.

“just being honest, you are incredibly sexy, whew those new grey trousers of yours, damn.”

“okay, okay, let’s not get carried away now, you.” steven smiled softly, glad that y/n was in a better mood.

“your ass in those trousers, it’s criminal i’m serious, someone needs to arrest you for possession of a weapon, that ass is dangerous.” y/n winked.

steven leaned his forehead against her knees, his face red from embarrassment, “you are somethin’ else, you are.”

“i love you, steven.”

“i love you too, so much more than i’d be able to say in words.”

“you’re too sweet.”

“only for you, love,” steven looked back up at y/n, “how about we move to the couch for a little break and then you can study after a while, i’ve missed you this week, got a lot to catch up on!”

“yeah, that might be good for me to be honest.”

“plus, knees are quite achy, i feel about thirty years older right now,” he chuckled.

“you should’ve said so sooner!” y/n stood up, helping him up with her, “c’mon let’s go.”

“i’m lackin’ some vitamin c,” steven held into her hand as they moved to the couch.

“what?“ y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“vitamin cuddles,” steven pulled y/n to his chest, arms wrapped around her wait tightly.

“you nerd,” y/n laughed into his chest, “love you though, thank you.”

“‘course love, anything for you and i mean anything,” he whispered into her neck.

“anything?” y/n smiled, “even telling me about what you were reading earlier?”

“oh, especially that, love, final warning though, i may not be able to stop once i’m on the topic.”

“hearing you talk about your passions is my favourite thing in the world, there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.”

“i’m so bloody lucky,” he muttered under his breath before getting into the topic of the ancient egyptians and the myths. he’d usually bounce between the myth and real things, going on about the gods to talking about the pharaohs. he just had so much to say about things, that he couldn’t help but go topic to topic, but y/n found it so endearing. her favourite thing to do is listen to steven talk, he could talk about absolutely anything and y/n could listen to it all day. she was happiest with him.

[surielstea]

AH HI! I’m the anon that sent in the little idea about the sexy Eris v. Az 🤭

I am so glad you liked it! That’s been rattling around in my brain for a while and you write him in such a scrumptious way I just had to share. I knew you’d appreciate it

HEYY!! thank you sm for the req, I love to write Eris so it works out for both of us lol. The very scrumptious idea has been added to my wip list :))

[doxypsychlean]

hello! it's "sapphire tears" anon. it's not exactly what i meant, but it is still SO great!! thank u so much for writing it! i really felt and it is the best part for me. yet i'm so frustrated at the end like aah i need them to clear up everything and more tears. i love tears. i love deamon being a bitch and spitting out insults. i love crying. i love arguments that are much more than any sex or confession.

what did you feel about this idea in general? i do need to know i haven't made you uncomfortable in any way bc i had no intention. what do you think about part 2? (sorry if it's too much it's totally fine to tell me to fuck off)

thank u again! i love your stunning works, sexy brain and incredible hands! only best wishes!

Ello, ellooo Sapph Anon!!!

Kinda felt you'd say that, but I couldn't bring myself to write Daemon as someone who'd immediately offer his shoulder for their S/O to cry on, especially when his feelings for em are just starting to grow. I mean, we all know how he treated Rhea, after all.

In "Sapphire Tears", Daemon's marriage to the reader is an arranged match(as per ur req). He aaaabsolutely didn't want it, and he knows she didn't either. But poor ol' Viserys just really needed a fkn break (big FU to him, Daemon crawled right back). Anyhoo, my point is that he didn't want to get married at all,but did what he was ordered to do.

I think he sees himself in her- she's wicked smart, quick w the blade, sometimes lets her anger get the best of her(I mean, she did sock him in the face) . She's his female version but slightly better, as I see it, and this pisses the fuuuuck out of him. Let's be honest to ourselves, a person like Daemon most definitely won't know how to deal with someone that's so... Daemon 2.0 '-' I also think he doesn't understand the attraction he's feeling towards her- she's nowhere close to being his type. Y'know...silver-white hair...being a relative...

Welp, that's as much info as I can give on "Sapphire Tears" atm. Simply dk what else to say lol

I rlly liked ur req, if I've gotta be honest. As I said in the A/N, the desc of the reader you gave reminded me sm of Brienne(love that woman w my whole rotted heart, Gwendoline is just👌) And no worries, there's not much that can make me uncomfortable. I'll most definitely come up w a p2 to this one, no idea when though.

Never had someone describe my brain as being sexy before, thank you for that one lol!!

All the best to ya! Cheers!

[makur0]

I posted 258 times in 2022

That's 258 more posts than 2021!

189 posts created (73%)

69 posts reblogged (27%)

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I tagged 147 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#enstars - 91 posts

#ensemble stars - 85 posts

#ensemble stars x reader - 64 posts

#enstars x reader - 63 posts

#enstars smut - 60 posts

#ensemble stars smut - 58 posts

#kinktober - 29 posts

#makur0 - 20 posts

#interactions - 19 posts

#enstars fluff - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 88 characters

#dont ask for part two please you have no idea how hard it was for me to get through this

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hihi! could i request an izumi x fem!reader where they just got married, and izumi has always wanted his children running around for the longest time, and just imagining his wife’s belly round and full of his children gets him acting up (in other words, he has a huge breeding kink)- so one fateful night, he creates a super romantic environment in their shared bedroom, and things escalate as he vows to fill her up with his kids ;) perhaps a timeskip at the end where izumi gets his wish of seeing his wife full if that’s not too much!

“‘M gonna fill you up~”

synopsis — it may not be obvious, but izumi wants a certain something... from you. so one fateful night, he decides to take action. [izumi sena x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. top! izumi, penetration, breeding, nicknames, body worship, izumi somehow being a fluffy yet sexy man, chaotic leo at the end

authors note — IZUMI GIVE ME ONE CHANCE- uh, ignore that. Anyways, YES I AGREE 100 PERCENT THIS MAN IS A CHILD LOVER and breeder. Ahem, but thank you anon for the detailed request, this was really nice to do!

word count — 1849

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245 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#4

“I’m sorry for leaving…”

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247 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#3

hELLO! Can I req threesome w mean dom reikao x afab reader ? 🥹🫶

“Don’t try to play with us.”

synopsis — your friend warned you to stay away from his brother. but you get tangled with one of his friends, which then attracts the old vampire. [kaoru hakaze x AFAB! reader x rei sakuma]

content warning — nsfw, mdni. mean! dom! rei/kaoru, threesome, a slight altercation, fingering, penetration, oral (male recieving), manhandling, biting/marking

author’s note — kinda miffed that they weren’t as mean as intended to be but I somewhat figured out the plot- so I hope you enjoy! (First threesome y’all don’t expect anything)

word count — 1450

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270 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#2

“you’re perfect every way.”

synopsis — mika is noticing that you’re slowly distancing yourself from him. after finally pinning you down and getting an answer, he does his best to make you feel loved. [mika kagehira x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mndi. soft! dom mika, nicknames, mirror play, praising, self-praise, slight teasing, fingering; slight angst in beginning, fluff at end (possibly ooc mika?? i’m too tired to really look)

author notes — uh, hi! first oneshot here, hope you (nearly nonexistent readers lmao) guys enjoy!

word count — 1195

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301 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hiiii may I request the reader seating on rinnes face as he's eating the reader out like his last meal ?? :) THABK YOUU

“So, so good...”

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[villainspe]

U R NOTHING BUT A FAKE

💀SILVER💀 ⚰️RAINBOW ROCKET ALT⚰️

[illicitlimerence-writes]

art | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader word count: 5.1k words request: yes/no by anons: "hiiii, i really like your fics sm. i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a famous singer who’s dating max. also, fans would always look for her during the races. and every time he would win he would look for her first. you could add more if you like. (i also want to say that you’re one of my fav writers everr, hope you’re doing well!)" thank you so much! i loved writing this and got carried away, oops. & "hi babes 💗 i love your writing, you are so mf talented 🥺 can i request something with max verstappen that's like, soft fluff? just being so in love with each other" yes. yes. i love this. give me soft!max right now. warnings: fluff, language, uhh slight allusions to sexy times? i think? idk it's 3:33 am (satan's hour) and i want to sleep lol. also, there's a lot of narration at one point, then there's none. sorry. a/n: whilst i received these reqs during my 'reqs are closed' era, i just really wanted to write some soft!max. i love him. i would die for him. also, yeah, reqs are still closed, but idec at this point. question, do people even read these? if you do and you got this far, comment a yellow emoji.

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(we love fluffy hair max)

flashing lights and people screaming her name were things she was used to. she had completely given up on being able to have a nice meal at a restaurant where no one recognized her, but it was fine, she could handle anything as long as max was by her side.

the pair met during a grand prix weekend, she was invited by the mclaren team to attend a race, and as max was getting ready to get in his car, fifteen minutes before a practice session, he spotted her. she was laughing as daniel walked with her, leading her to his garage. the young woman peeked her head forward, curious eyes darting all over the place as she eyed the mechanics working on the car, the engineers observing data on the screens.

“maximilian!” daniel noticed max, standing with the earpiece in his hand. daniel and his guest waltzed in, the aussie bumped fists with people he knew since back when he still raced for the team.

“that’s not my name,” max ran a hand through his hair, the ashy blonde strands were starting to get a little sweaty from the humidity. “hi, i’m max,” he smiled, bumping his fist against hers.

“i know, you’re all this one has been talking about all day,” she nudged daniel with her elbow. “i’m (y/n),” she smiled at him, her eyes crinkling from the big grin on her face, a sincere one.

“wait…you’re… i know you!” his eyes widened once he recognized the girl standing in front of him.

“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, i… i like your music,” he smiled, cheeks reddening as he admitted listening to the girl’s catchy, well-thought-out songs. “it’s good,” he shrugs.

“thank you,” she smiled, noting the way his eyes were seemingly stuck on her face.

“okay, well, we have to go, i’ll see you out there,” dan placed a hand on max’s shoulder, who nodded.

“good luck out there, i’ll be rooting for you,” she giggled at the shocked face daniel made, eyes widening comically.

“maybe next time you can watch everything from back here. the view is much better,” the words slipped out of his mouth without him noticing, but he didn’t find himself regretting them.

“maybe, you’ll have to step up your game,” she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. she smirked, being pulled away by daniel, who had to rush to his own garage. she waved her hand as daniel led her to his designated spot.

the next day, they met again. she’d arrived in the paddock, vip pass hanging from her neck, as well as the pass that gave her access to the mclaren garage, but she was lost. she was usually good with directions, but the crowd of people running around thirty minutes before the qualifying session left her a little overwhelmed.

luckily, as she felt a hand on her back, she felt safe.

“hey, you okay?” she heard, the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she saw yesterday made her let out a sigh of relief.

“yeah, i-i got lost,” she let out a shaky breath, smiling. “i probably sound so dumb but i forgot the way,”

“hey, it’s okay, it can get quite hectic here,” he gave her a small smile. “it’s this way,” he pointed and took a step forward.

“oh, okay, thanks,” she breathed, “i don’t want to waste more of your time, so, i’m sure i can find my way there,”

“it’s alright. i’d like to make sure you get there alright,” he takes another step, and this time she starts walking as well.

“are you nervous?” she asked, max was wearing his racing suit, although the top was hanging from his hips, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, and she could see his navy blue fireproof shirt.

“excited,” he replied, placing the flat cap on his head. “and you?” he asked in return, “how are you enjoying this traveling circus?” she laughed at his words.

“it’s been amazing, i haven’t been a fan for too long, but now that i’m living a race weekend i don’t know if i’ll be able to go back and watch from home,” she admitted, chuckling.

“well, maybe the next time you come, you could come as my guest,” he spoke casually, but her heart sped up as she tried to keep a straight face.

“really?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“i meant my offer yesterday,” he nodded, eyes stuck on her. “view is much better from my side of the garage,”

“hmm… i’ll have to think about it. what will people think, if one week i come here with mclaren, and the next i’m spotted supporting red bull?” max chuckled.

“they’ll think you’re supporting the right person,” that made her giggle.

“i’ve been supporting you since the first race i watched,” she admitted, feeling a little heat traveling to her face. her words took him by surprise. “i guess you’re probably tired of hearing it, but you really have a natural talent, a gift, for racing.” her words are sincere, he knows by the way her eyes stay on his, by how her voice doesn’t falter or how she doesn’t fidget with her fingers as she speaks. it takes him a second to respond, and in that second, he notices how they’ve both stopped walking, and are now standing in front of each other.

“thank you,” his voice is barely something more than a whisper, “you are incredibly talented as well. don’t tell anyone, but i almost,” he held up a finger, bringing more attention to his statement, “almost cried the first time i listened to your new album.” she chuckles, feeling her face and chest getting extremely warm, “actually, tell whoever you want, i don’t care if anyone knows. you’re too good at writing music that no one should be ashamed to admit they’re a fan,” he says after a millisecond.

“tell you what… if you can get your first grand chelem this weekend… i’ll accept your offer,” she bites her lip, knowing that even if he doesn’t get it, she’ll still accept anything he suggests. “and you get to pick the race, i’m feeling generous,” she smiled.

“you got it,” he winked at her, “you better start clearing your schedule,”

“oh yeah?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“we’ve got a triple-header after the summer break,”

“and you want me to come to all three?”

“spa and monza are two of the most exciting races, and it’s also my first home grand prix. so, yes.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, max emilian,” she made sure to pronounce his name correctly, just because she could. “remember your end of the bargain,” she pointed a finger at him.

“i know. and i’m willing to keep my promise, if you do as well.”

“stubborn, fearless, fiery heart,” she thought out loud, “what other title would you like to have?”

“world champion, grand chelem achiever… your friend,” he listed, shrugging. as if the latter was anywhere near the formers’ league.

she smiled, looking to the side, where she spotted the mclaren garage, but she realized that she did not want to step in. she wanted to stay out there, with max, talking about whatever crossed her mind.

“we’ll see,” she nodded, smiling. “thank you for walking me here, they must be looking for you like crazy,” she chuckled.

“it’s fine, i couldn’t leave you out there alone, lost. but yeah, i guess i must go now.”

“good luck,” she stepped forward, raising to her tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his cheek.

“i definitely will need it,” he nodded.

“grand chelem, remember.”

“i know.” he nodded as he took a step back, then another. he didn't want to break eye contact with her. “triple header, remember,”

“i know,” she repeated his words, waving as she stepped into the mclaren garage.

the next day, max started from pole position. he led every lap of the race. he got the fastest lap. and he won the race. she had to clear her schedule for three weeks.

there was no denying the chemistry between them, since that saturday before qualifying people were obsessed with the idea of them interacting with each other.

a like on social media, a comment here and there. people thought that a beautiful friendship had blossomed since that weekend in austria. and it was true, although, that wasn’t the whole story.

they both fell hard, fast, they found themselves talking on the phone until the early hours of the morning, until their voices were raspy from all the laughing, the talking.

they loved each other, truly, deeply. madly. it should be scary, how much they cared for each other. how, despite only knowing each other for a few months, they already were prepared to walk through fire for the other. except it wasn’t scary, it was nothing but honest, unconditional love.

their relationship was the most sacred thing for them, they didn’t want people prying in, and they both knew that their careers came with costs, with privileges they had to give up. but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their fun with fans, with the photographers.

they liked to go by unnoticed, so, max would arrive first, wearing his usual uniform. jeans, red bull polo, and his cap. (y/n) liked to play a little. she’d wear wigs, big sunglasses that covered half of her face, sometimes she’d even show up with members of other teams, blending in. once she was in the safety of his driver’s room, she’d burrow her face against his chest, hide in the comfort and warmth of his neck. sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she’d take the opportunity to paint his skin, leaving small purple blotches, they were barely visible, they would drive her insane whenever she saw them peeking out from under his fireproof shirt or racing suit.

“how are you feeling?” she asked, watching as he removed his navy blue shirt, she took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his body. girlfriend privileges. she could stare and ogle all she wanted. bless.

“i don’t know, i just hope the car makes it through the entire race,” he shook his head, trying to fix his hair once he pulled the long-sleeved fireproof shirt. the previous race had been a shocking one, with both cars failing at the end of the race.

“you got this.” she walked to him, grabbing one of his hands and holding it with both of hers, she brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, “that was just the first race, you have this and a ton more,” she reassured him. max nodded. “stubborn, fearless, fiery heart…” she started, knowing that the words of the first song she ever wrote for him never failed to bring him comfort. those words were also the ones that she used that first saturday back in austria.

“a thousand miles can’t tear us both apart,” he finished the lyric, leaning down, pressing his forehead against hers. “i love you,” he said, she smiled, feeling his hands on her waist, she wrapped both of hers around his neck.

“and i love you,” she pecked his lips, knowing he still had to keep most of his focus on the race.

“come down with me?” he asked, still holding onto her, his hands now fully enveloping her back.

“are you sure?” a public outing, as mentioned before, was not something either of them were strangers to. but heavens knew how many pictures the press would take just from the short walk between the hospitality and the garage.

“i need you,” he admitted, his hands traveling up her arms until they were holding gently, but steadily, her face.

“okay,” she nodded, her hands resting on top of his.

“i like your headband,” he said, looking at the shiny stones that reflected the light. “that way i’ll know what to look for in the crowd,”

“i think it might blend in with the flashing,” she laughed.

“no. you shine brighter than all of them combined.” he didn’t hesitate, his voice didn’t falter as he spoke. she felt as if her face was on fire. she helped zip his suit up, letting her hands rest over his chest, staring into his eyes in hopes that they’d communicate everything she was feeling at that moment.

with a tight grip on her hand, he led the way to the garage, he was prepared to shove away anyone who dared step in between them and their destination.

they were untouchable, no one dared to speak to them, but that didn’t stop photographers from taking as many pictures of the pair as they could. they made their way to the garage, hand in hand, head held high. once they stepped into the garage, the red bull mechanics were surprised to see the couple there. they all knew how protective of their relationship they both were.

but it was good for max, it was necessary that he felt her support as much as possible.

she said ‘hi’ to everyone, taking her usual spot by the side of the garage, next to the wall where max’s helmets and the rest of his equipment were. he felt her eyes on him, as he talked to his team principal and then with his race engineer. she didn’t want to disturb his concentration, but she knew he didn’t like it when she strayed too far away, so she always stayed nearby, ready to provide comfort, encouragement, and even make some more bets like the one they made almost nine months ago to help motivate him.

she listened in on the conversations, without noticing, she started nodding when she agreed with what was being said, and when the topics turned back around to something that had already been discussed, she’d let her eyes roam around, finding her own face on one of the screens broadcasting the pre-race coverage. she found the camera, smiling and giving it a small wave. she was certain that countless gifs, screenshots or clips from that small action would pop up all over social media in just a matter of minutes.

max noticed her action, following her line of sight and meeting the camera as well. more content for the fans. since that first weekend in austria, fans became obsessed with the idea of the singer and driver being an item. there was something about a guy like max -with a tough demeanor-, and someone like her -a girl with a delicate way with words-, that drove everyone crazy.

she kept her eyes on max, analyzing his features as he put on his earpieces and balaclava. she smiled at the way his hair, a little bit longer than what he was used to, tried to peek out from the hem at the top of his face. max was quiet, he always was before a race, but she could tell that it was different this time.

“max,” she called his name, he kept going with his routine, grabbing his helmet and placing it in front of him, “max,” she repeated, this time, he turned his face to meet her eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.

“nothing,” he spoke quickly as he returned his attention to the helmet. first mistake.

“love,” her voice told him she wasn’t buying it. “fine, if you don’t want to talk, then you’ll have to listen. i don’t know what happened last week, but that’s in the past. if you go into this race feeling like your car is not good enough, if you don’t trust the car, then you know how things will turn out. trust your instincts, trust your team, have faith in yourself. i know how much you want to win, but even if you don’t tonight, you’ll have many opportunities in the future. try and have fun, as well. you’re fighting against guys you’ve known your whole life, you know how they drive, use that to your advantage. do not get frustrated because one race didn’t go well, don’t let it dictate the rest of your season.”

max had never been one to initiate a public display of affection, but she -like always-, had managed to put into words everything he was feeling, everything that was going on in his head. so, he took off the balaclava, his hair sticking up, and he held her chin, directing her lips towards his. it was short, but he poured everything he was feeling inside his chest into the kiss. it took her by surprise, a small gasp leaving her lips after he leaned back.

“thank you,” was all he whispered before putting the white balaclava on again. that was yet another moment when he found himself thankful for her gift of putting into words what most people couldn’t, what most people didn’t notice.

winning a race is a feeling like no other. being the very first person to cross the line, especially when the runner-up is close, is a thrill that never gets old. max had just won his first race of the season, a race that was equal parts stressful and exciting. he couldn’t deny that he was quite scared that the car might fail again, but he remembered (y/n)’s words. trust yourself, trust your car, trust your instincts. so he did. and that led him to the top step on the podium. even though it was a bittersweet win, he knew that this was his teammate’s race to win, but he couldn’t deny that being on top was where he belonged.

as he stepped out of the car, congratulating the two ferrari drivers that would go up to the podium with him, his head was turning from side to side. when he was being hugged and padded on the back by his team, he was counting the seconds until he was free so he could look for (y/n). he was quickly ushered to do the post-race interview, before the podium ceremony, and as he spoke to the interviewer, everyone could tell that his attention wasn’t on the person in front of him, or the words that were leaving his lips. they were speeches that he’d perfected over time, about how tough the race was, how he enjoyed the battles and how much it meant to add another win to his list. he could recite them even in his sleep.

his eyes and full focus were set on finding that shiny headband, for a second, he thought she’d been right. that she would just blend in with the rest of the crowd. but he was determined to find her. max was led to the podium, he had a frown on his face as he walked up the steps, waiting for the two ferrari drivers to go out first. the frown was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach, it was taking him by surprise how much not seeing her was affecting him. as his feet touched the top step, he raised his hand, smiling a little as his eyes continued their search for her.

from up there, faces looked blurry, tiny dots that seemed to blur together even though he was trying his hardest to find the person he was looking for. his eyes were darting all over the place, he tried to spot the headband, he couldn’t let her down, he had to find her. as the anthems played, his heartbeat sped up, it even took him by surprise. he saw movement down there, people parting as someone shoved their way in through the crowd. the shiny headband appeared, she was holding on to the fence over the wall, she had two of the red bull mechanics on either side of her, looking after her and making sure she was safe.

max smiled, finally. he let out a sigh of relief just as the anthems finished. the crowd cheered and clapped as the first place trophy was placed in his hand. as usual, he raised his arm, lifting the trophy up in celebration as a true, wide grin made its way onto his face. he placed his free hand on his chest, locking eyes with her. he chuckled as he saw her cheering, cupping a hand around her lips so her loud screaming echoed louder.

the next minutes seemed to fly by after that, max smiled, took pictures, shook hands, and said goodbye to people as quickly as he could. once he was free to go down the stairs and into the garage, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. his hands were tingling as if they were going numb, but it was just the excitement and desperation running in his body. he was taking fast, determined steps to his garage, even though he wasn’t completely sure if that was where he’d find her, but he needed to see her, needed to wrap his arms around her and tell-

“max!” he heard, he turned his head to the side, his steps never faltering, he just prayed that he wouldn’t run into someone. “max!” the voice -her voice-, he realized after a second, called for him again. she was running towards him, at full force, they slammed into each other, her arms pulling him down towards her by his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he hoped she’d forgive him for stabbing her back with the trophy. “you fucking did it. i told you,” she said, hoping he’d forgive her for taking off his first place cap, but she needed to curl her fingers around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to herself.

“i know. i know. i love you,” she heard, he spoke through his smile, burying his face in her neck as she did the same.

“max, (y/n), let’s move this somewhere more private, please,” they heard max’s press officer, felt as she tapped their shoulders in hopes of getting them to let go of each other. that didn’t happen, though. instead, they held on tighter. “ugh, fine, but if you fall it’s not my fault,” they started walking, blindly, being guided by the red bull press officer. max lifted his head from (y/n)’s neck a little, so he could see where he was going, he didn’t want her to get hurt.

once they were in the garage, max walked straight to the back, thanking the walls that now separated them from everyone else.

“i love you.”

it didn’t matter who said those words first, all that mattered were the way they clung to each other, how she lightly scratched his scalp and neck with her nails as she curled her fingers around his hair, how he was afraid that he might leave marks on her waist from how tight he was holding her waist.

“i knew you could do it,”

“i know,” max smiled.

“i told you,”

“you did,”

“i love you,”

“i love you, too.”

for someone who always knew how to express her feelings, who always managed to come up with compelling, well-thought-out sentences, she was finding it difficult to summarize everything she was feeling into words. so, she hoped, for once, that her actions could speak louder than her words.

a kiss. holding onto him. pressing her forehead against his. grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. seeing the way his eyes lit up, feeling the way his breath seemed to tremble as she trailed her fingers on his cheeks.

“guys, remember you’re still in public.” someone shouts, making them chuckle as they lean back, “max, hate to break this up, but you’re needed right now,”

“five minutes,” he yelled back, (y/n) was shaking her head.

“go,” she said, even though she made no effort to step away from his hold.

“they can wait,”

“max! don’t make me come in there,” they both laugh at the press officer’s words, threatening them as if they were teenagers.

“go,” (y/n) repeated, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ll be waiting for you,”

“okay,” he replied, kissing her soft cheek. he kept an arm around her shoulders, feeling her sliding hers around his waist.

“you two owe me a fucking beer after this,” the press officer said, shaking her head, “i’m going to let you two deal with the pda stuff on your own, don’t count me in,” she said.

“fine. heat of the moment. we’re in love. end of story.” max replied, shrugging his shoulder as if it were no big deal. he noticed how (y/n) was still holding his cap, gently he grabbed it from her hold, adjusting the velcro strap and he placed it on her head. she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her cheek.

“jesus, what happened to you two being private? okay, you do that. see how it plays out,” the way the public relations expert was shaking her head let them know that they might need to come up with a better explanation. they arrived at the media pen, max reluctantly let go of (y/n), kissing her temple one last time before walking away. she leaned back against a wall, running a hand through her hair as she smiled, watching him stand in front of the first interviewer.

the paddock was packed with people, and as much as she tried to blend in with the background, she’s still a famous singer and it was only a matter of time before she was approached by fans.

she dedicated her time to each of them, taking pictures, asking how they were, and signing stuff. she spent a little more time with a young girl who asked her to sign a cap that had already been signed by max. she smiled, seeing both of their signatures together.

after max was finished, they all headed back to the motorhome, max was still being congratulated by people that passed by. she snuggled her head against his chest, feeling the comforting warmth against her skin.

“good thing i went down there today,” she admitted once they were in the safety of his driver’s room, “i would’ve hated myself if i hadn’t been here with you,”

“that’s okay, my love. thank you for being here, and for your words. i really could not have done this without you. this win is yours as much as it is mine,” he said, she smiled. no matter how much time passed, he could still make her heart beat as fast as the car he drove. “i owe you this win.”

“it’s okay, we’re a team. when you feel down, i’m always going to be right there cheering you up, if you need space i will step back, but not too far away because i know you don’t really like being alone. your highs are my highs and your lows are my responsibility to turn them into highs. we’re in this together, baby,” she said, wrapping her hands around his back, pushing his front against hers.

“i really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he shakes his head, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her by his side.

“me neither.”

the next morning, they woke up to thousands of social media notifications. their little moment was captured by all cameras, they were the talk of the town. it was sort of nice, having pictures of their moment, seeing how in love they looked, how their happiness was evident on their faces.

her favorite one was a picture of max holding her, his fingers on her waist, that held her with such strength and delicacy at the same time. it hadn’t even registered to her that he was holding the trophy at the same time as he held her. she wasted no time in setting it as her wallpaper on her phone, she never thought that she’d be the type of person to have a picture of herself as their lockscreen picture.

“this looks pretty,” she heard max’s raspy morning voice.

“what?” she asked, turning to look at him. they were both sitting up, she was holding the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her otherwise nude figure.

“this,” he leaned in, moving her hair away from her neck, he ran a finger across the skin. “it’s like a painting,” he kissed her cheek. removing the covers off his body as he walked to the bathroom. she opened her front camera, seeing the hickeys scattered all over her neck, collarbone, and behind her ear. she smiled, covering her face with her hand. he was incorrigible.

“paint my body with your kisses, don’t tear me up to pieces,” she hummed. smiling she opened her notes app, typing what she’d just come up with. “let them know i’m only yours, this love is only ours,” she continued typing, once max came back, he saw her with an adorable frown on her face as she tapped on her phone, typing and deleting.

he slid in beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he let her continue.

“you’re writing a song about me?” he smiled, it was a feeling he still was not used to, he found it extremely odd how she could tell a wonderful story with her music, which was based on things he said or did.

“yes, another one,” he read what she was writing. “this one’s a bit forward,” he noticed. most of her previous songs were more laid back, none of them went deep into details about their relationship, but she always tried to come up with things that most people could relate to. by the looks of it, this was going to be a completely different story.

“it is,”

“i like it,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder.

“really?” she asked, turning her head.

“i like everything you do, and i’m not just saying that. you are my favorite person in the planet, but that doesn’t stop me from being able to appreciate good art. and yours, my love, is the greatest art that’s ever been created on this green earth,”

it takes her a moment to register what he just said.

“max, that’s the greatest compliment i’ve ever received,” her eyes were slightly wide, mouth parted as she saw him. her mind was going a million miles per hour, still thinking about the next verse for the new song, still reeling from the great joy he made her feel. “let me be your canvas, your lips will be the brush, and with a single touch, you make my body blush,”

“you’re a genius,”

“and you’re a co-writer for this song, now, mister.”

“as long as it’s with you, i’ll write a million more. i'm ready to make more art with you.”

[markresonates]

summary: you get off on the wrong foot with Jaehyun when you first start living together, all the while unaware he’s seen something he shouldn’t have

pairing: new roommate!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: porn w/ plot, lil angst, tiny fluff

tropes: roommates, one sided enemies

word count: +6.4k

a/n: I’m finally done with my roommate req event! HALLELUJAH (& it only took me 8 months!!) my very last anon req is for Wayv’s Love Talk!

warnings: rough unprotected sex, throat f&cking, manhandling, masturbation, choking, degradation, yet another scenario of sexy stuff on camera bc i’m a total slut for that sort of thing, hard dom!Jaehyun, sub!reader

cold, disappointed and jet lagged - the only three words that describe how you’re feeling tonight and your soon-to-be roommate is to blame for all of them.

“Jaehyun, are you on your way? My flight got in nearly 45 minutes ago and the b-baggage claim area is so crowded that security basically pushed me outside,” you relay bitterly after the unnecessarily sharp beep to his voice mailbox rang in your ear. You called expecting to hear his charming voice (and by chance an apology) but all you got was the generic, off-putting robotic instruction ordering you to leave a message for the tardy receiver.

Frigid air prickles your skin as you lean against a concrete pillar painted in yellow stripes. Your teeth chatter uncontrollably thanks to the chilly weather of the changing seasons and you're mildly concerned he won’t be able to make out your muffled, urgent pleas over the phone.

“I w-would’ve gotten an uber earlier but I kept thinking you’d be here any second.” You check your battery level for the umpteenth time knowing that the clock is ticking on your limited communication privileges. “Ugh, my phone is going to die soon. I’m sending you a picture of where I’m standing right now, okay? I’m c-counting on you.”

You hang up quickly and capture a brief, three second video for better reference of your exact location outside the airport’s sliding glass doors. In your rush to share the short video with Jaehyun, your thumb accidentally flicks up through the collection of other videos in your camera roll, mistakenly selecting a different recording without your knowledge or consent. You don’t catch the slip-up before hitting send just within the nick of time. The dim screen fades into complete darkness not a millisecond later, reflective glass mirroring the aggravated features carved into your face.

“Great,” you mutter sarcastically. “Well, I hope he actually gets it.”

Phone dead and patience wearing thin, you’re basically stranded with no means of getting back to the amatuer chauffeur’s small house you’re moving into tonight. The original plan you laid out on the plane was to take care of at least half of the unpacked boxes as soon as you arrived. In your imagination, you pictured stacks of your belongings piled one on top of the other, occupying every corner of your room. Worst case scenario, they’re blocking the pathway to your bed too. It’s no question that your extreme jet lag is going to make it extremely difficult to remove even one single strip of tape; still, you know sleeping under your own covers is a must tonight to endure the cold that you’re unfortunately dealing with at this very moment.

Some may claim it serves you right for assuming you could depend on a person that you have A) never met in person, face-to-face; and B) only conferred with twice over the phone before signing a long-term, lawfully-binding lease with them. It wasn’t Jaehyun’s phone either, it was your other new roommate, Jungwoo’s phone. You doubt Jaehyun even has your number saved to his contacts despite Jungwoo creating a group chat for you guys days ago.

Jaehyun didn’t seem all that bad on those calls. Of course you’re biased though, opinion having been swayed by his good looks. You took one look at those pictures that were attached to the housing search profile website and made up your mind that living with someone that looked like that sounded like a good idea. What’s more is that rent came at a decent price.

You know that the “roommates to lovers” trope doesn’t happen too often in real life but it's nice to dream, right? And who knows, maybe you'll actually get your happily ever after with him Jaehyun.

Whereas Jungwoo is preoccupied with something else tonight, your prince charming was free to taxi you home. In fact, he was the one who offered to pick you up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

You wish you would've turned him down now. Even a pumpkin would have sufficed in this situation, since a fairytale fruit could have carried you halfway home before falling apart.

Jaehyun didn’t forecast traffic to be so brutal tonight. He regrets not looking up the traffic report from the news earlier in the afternoon and poorly timing when he was able to pick you up. If he had done so prior to leaving, he would’ve seen the massive pile up of a car crash in the middle of the freeway just before the correct airport exit.

The state of the weather outside only deepens how bad he feels. He predicts you’re likely a victim of the cold conditions with no clue at what time you’ll be relieved from the threat of frostbite; but he’s sure you’ll gladly appreciate the heated passenger seat and the warmth circulating inside the vehicle instantly when you climb into his car.

He twiddles his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of his favorite Kevin Abstract song until the music dies down. When the first verse of the following song plays over the speakers, Jaehyun fishes his phone out of his pocket, aiming to pick out a different tune. The brightness of the screen illuminates the front and temporarily blinds him. As he lowers the brightness, his vision slowly comes into focus. He’s met with a host of blurry notifications and deduces that you’re likely the culprit, being that he can't think of anyone else who has a motive to blow up his phone like this. And rightfully so; he is late after all. The entire lock screen is blocked by charcoal, rectangular shapes he faintly identifies as missed calls, a voicemail, a slew of text messages and a few videos. Within the past 10 minutes, he hasn’t moved an inch, the traffic in a complete and total gridlock. It takes his mind a split second to thoroughly assess the situation and deems it safe enough to choose the videos before the other things you’d sent him.

Eyes still a tad fuzzy, he clicks on Attachment: 2 videos. And for no particular reason, Jaehyun selects the second to play first.

Immediately stunned by what plays out on the screen, he almost fumbles the device to his feet before getting a grip on himself. He cranks down the volume on his phone to keep the moaning vibrating through his car speakers at a minimum. His eyes bulge out of his head as he takes in the dirty scene that’s shown in startlingly high definition. The clear, pixelated sex act you sent him depicts an unidentified girl wearing only a pair of heather grey panties. She was facing away from the camera, bent over on her knees in a rather spacious shower. Whatever it is that she was using to film the self-made porn of hers is waterproof as it is perfectly positioned on the tan, squared tile floor.

She looped a hand underneath herself and in between her legs. Her middle and ring fingers connected with the last article of clothing on her body. She began to rub over a damp puddle of her arousal that had pooled in the middle of her panties.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. "Just sooo good."

His eyes locked on the naughty girl. Based on how enraptured he is with her, it seems like the recording creeps by at a slow pace. He doesn’t dare check to see how long the video is, preferring to pretend the duration goes on longer than reality. To know that every second is counting down to the end would only bring him disappointment.

What doesn’t disappoint is her dirty talk.

“Do you see how wet I am? All I had to do was think about you fucking me and I could feel my panties getting sticky.”

She circled her fingers around her clit through the visibly soaked underwear. Her moans progressed into little whimpers every so often, twitching slightly as she alternates between various sex noises.

“You know, since the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Actually, more than that. I wanted you inside me,” she purred. “There was something about your lips that made me want them all over me. Or maybe it was your hands because I pictured them choking me.”

Thirty seconds into the video, the wet patch was already larger than before. In Jaheyun’s expert opinion, the visual aspect is not the most salivating part though. He’s always been a sucker for dirty talk. Simply hearing the seductive words that slipped from the slut's mouth would have his erection pitching a tall tent in his sweatpants.

“I really wish you were here. You should know that when I sleep, I always dream about you helping me out exactly like this, and I’ll wake up so wet that I need to change my panties before I drip down my thighs.”

She hooked her finger underneath the cotton material that was basically see-through by that point. He licks his lips as she shifts them to the side, out of the way for the main course, and GOD, is Jaehyun starving for it.

“Do you like what you see?”

He gawks at the sight of her arching her back further, lowering her forearm to the ground. The position made her arousal glisten in the low lighting that was now shining on her most private parts. Her fingers rimmed around her entrance before plunging inside. A whine fell from her hidden lips that he wants to see so badly. If only she would turn around for him so he could study her facial expressions contorting from the stimulation.

“How hard are you right now? I hope I make you really, really hard,” she said in an innocent tone, pulling her fingers out to trace through her folds momentarily.

“So fucking hard,” he’s compelled to whisper out loud for some reason. He spends a handful of seconds wondering who she is; she as in whomever it is filming the video and whether she’s a legit porn star or not because the video is so hot he wouldn’t mind seeing more of her work; and more significantly, she as in you.

Who are you exactly?

Jaehyun’s done his fair share of sexting, each girl on the other side of the screen determined to do anything for him to take them to bed (or his car, an empty room at a house party, or the nearest bathroom - public decency be damned) and fuck them mercilessly. It’s been a while since he’s received or sent any texts, pictures or videos but by no means is this even the 50th naked girl he’s seen in a video sent to him through some messaging app or another. This is a bit different though. You’re basically strangers. You barely learned each other's names last week. Not that he knew every girl he’s ever sexted with personally, but they’d at least had each other's contact information in some form. He can’t recall any reason he should’ve had your number. The blessed video he so oddly received from you summons his attention back when the girl’s fingers dipped inside herself again.

“Hey, I want you to imagine my hand jerking you off instead of your own, okay?” Her breathing was uneven, impairing the audibility of her naughty words that he’s become so infatuated with. “Or pretend it’s my mouth and you’re fucking my throat until I gag. How does that sound?”

All this time Jaehyun has held out from reaching inside his sweatpants but as soon as he hears those words, he's a goner. He hurriedly pulls on the string to untie the bow of his sweatpants and slides his hand under the loose waistband. His hand wraps around his cock right away because he never wears boxers with sweatpants for the sake of comfort. He’s never needed to really.

“Better yet, think about how it’s going to feel when you actually fuck me.”

Within five seconds from when he starts jerking off, he hears a car horn honk impatiently from behind him. He’s surprised to see the traffic picking up speed out of nowhere. He looks down at his phone one last time at the exact beat the girl looked back at the camera.

When YOU look back at the camera.

“I want you to remember I’m yours to use up whenever and however you want to. I’ll see you soon”

Here you are, you and all your glory, fingering yourself on camera. All along it wasn’t some random, slutty girl he was watching, it was his brand new roommate. And above everything, your sex talk is like nothing he’s ever heard before from any girl he's had wrapped around his finger. Amazingly enough, he gets even harder coming to the realization all of that was personally filmed for him.

He doesn't know your thumb was an accomplice to his erection. An accident that was the byproduct of your race against the clock. A fluke in which you have no idea in the slightest at the moment.

Jaehyun drops his phone for real this time. It’s probably for the better though. He doesn’t want his phone within reach. It’s ridiculous for him to pretend that the further away his phone is, the further away this whole situation gets. You just had to go and make this new roommate dynamic complicated. It was already weird enough that you sent that explicit video in the first place but now he’s seen you finger fucking yourself and diligently watched it happen for over 8 minutes. What’s more is that he jerked off to you; albeit, his pleasure being short-lived, it's about the fact that he had started masturbating at all.

The car lurches forward as he hurdles towards a situation that he didn’t anticipate he’d be facing tonight. He doesn’t want to give you the cold shoulder but because it’s your first time meeting, would it be easier to keep his distance and pretend like he didn’t see it?

Deep in thought, Jaehyun doesn't notice right away that he's approaching the airport terminal until silver reflective signs catch his eye. Just as he suspected, you are a shivering mess when he pulls up to the terminal. Even from a ways away, he sees you searching through the glossy windshields of every car that passed through. You balance on your tiptoes for a greater advantage point, weeding through the vehicles, praying Jaehyun would be on the other slide of the tinted glass. Coming into sight, your face turns stony rather than relieved to see his untimely presence. You impatiently yank open the passenger door to his black Mercedes.

“Fiiinally,” you huff. Instead of going for the trunk or the back seat, you pack your roller suitcase into the small space at your feet and climb into the car. You prefer to squish yourself into the passenger seat immediately and hold your stuffed carry-on bag in your lap than take up any additional time in the cold.

Jaehyun clicks the seat warmer on for you without question. “I’m really sorry, y/n. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic and I-”

“I agree. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic. Just so unbelievable, that it’s crazy you’d be this late to pick me up,” you rebuke his honest reasoning. “Can we just go, Jaehyun? I’m really tired and I wanna sleep as soon as we get to your place.”

The driver chuckles. “I'm not lying but believe whatever you want.” He starts up the car, accepting the mission of maneuvering his way through the herd of vehicles that were also picking up new aviation arrivals. “And It’s your place too now, y/n.”

“I mean, I guess,” you grumble stubbornly.

You don’t appreciate how he brushes off what you consider to be a legit accusation with merit and logical support. He gives off this easy-going, unbothered vibe. On any other day, you would find it comforting to have a roommate with these qualities; nevertheless, you interpret his attitude to be inconsiderate and dismissive in this case. As if nothing matters unless it impacts him directly. You furlough the intrusive thought that you like the way your name sounds on his tongue.

The drive to the house is 98% quiet. You don’t speak a word to each other until the point where Jaehyun impulsively breaks the uneasy silence, mustering up the nerve to ask the pressing question on his mind. He had assumed you would bring it up yourself and was leaving it up to you to decide on the right time, but he could sense his skin itching for the truth and the tickle couldn’t be ignored the entire ride home. “So… are we not going to talk about what you sent me?”

Tearing your gaze away from the shadowy abyss outside the window, you redirect a disinterested, weak attention to the inquirer. He didn’t expect himself to find it so cute when you quirk your head to the side to look at him. It would make sense if hearing your voice or watching your face turned him on but finding you to be anything else was surprising.

“What do you mean? Like the voice message or the video thing?”

He carefully turns the corner onto your street. “The video, obviously.”

“Uh, what about the video? Didn’t you find me easier because I sent it?”

“No, y/n, the thing where you-” He clears his throat and acts like pulling into the driveway requires every ounce of concentration to stall. “-well, you know what I mean.”

The rumbling vehicle at last dies with the twist of a car key. You get out of the car, heaving your carry-on bag over your shoulder and yanking your stuffed suitcase to the ground. He’s more confused than you are to receive a lost look from you. You break eye contact when the passenger car door accidentally slams shut harder than you expected it to. His dimples appear faintly, mouth perking upwards as he notices your subtle, frightened jump.

You sigh. “Jaehyun, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jaehyun doesn’t push further with the topic. He forfeits the question for another, less tense moment, whenever that may be. It’s not like you’ll be very far. You’re living right next door, sharing a wall, practically available to him everyday. He’ll play along with this naive little game of yours for a while if that’s what you desire.

The low sound of wheels rolling away from the vehicle echo through your new neighborhood. Crossing his arms, he leans against the car with no regard to the condensation coating the slick metal of his door. He watches your backside as you lug the roller suitcase up the half dozen, concrete stairs to the porch. There’s never been a time when he wished he could see through clothing more than this very moment. He’s seen you exposed on camera and he’ll never look at you without being reminded of your see through panties. Certainly, that was your goal when you filmed yourself like that exclusively for him.

You enter the passcode to the wide front door. Peering over your shoulder one last time, you’re greeted with what could be interpreted as a lustful gaze with a cheeky, lopsided smirk to match. But then again, maybe you’re looking into it too much. Seeing things that aren’t there isn’t very uncommon for someone with exhaustion. “Thanks for finally picking me up. Night.”

“Sweet dreams, y/n,” Jaehyun remarks after you turn away.

You might’ve second guessed the intent behind the look he gave you but you couldn’t mistake the teasing quality that his words carried. Like he knew something you didn’t and it was both annoying as hell and arousing. You stop in place for a second and sigh loudly.

Living under the same roof as Jaehyun is going to be nothing like you expected it to be and you have yet to find out in which way that is.

Jaehyun’s felt dehydrated all week and it’s all because of you. No matter how much water he drank, he knew he wanted something else on his tongue. His vivid imagination has been flooded with pornographic thoughts of your body ever since watching what you sent him. Picturing his fingertips brushing lightly over your hot skin, pressing his mouth against both pairs of your wet lips, tracing his eyes over your naked figure and much, much more.

In contrast, you’ve only been here a little over a week and there’s nothing you’d like more than to see less of Jaehyun’s stupidly handsome face.

“Morning, beautiful,” he smiles as you enter the kitchen, cocky dimples on display per usual.

“Yeah, it sure is a beautiful morning,” you retort. You head straight for the fridge to remove the coffee creamer, not sparing a single glance to the individual sitting at the counter.

Your comment wasn’t meant to be amusing but he gifts you with hearty laughter anyways. You’ve heard a lot of his laugh this week, nearly twice the amount you would if you were living with Jaehyun alone and not sharing a house with part time parrot Jungwoo. “Why are you always doing that?”

“Doing what?”

The tall stool he’s seated on squeaks across the laminate flooring as he scoots back. “Twisting my words around like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Well maybe if you said less words to me you wouldn’t be so let down.” You set the creamer down and reach up to retrieve a mug from the cabinet above. He clasps his hand over yours on the wooden handle, thrusting the marginally-parted door shut. The gesture is so sudden that it causes you to flinch back, hitting his solid frame directly behind you. Your muscles tense up, core tightening as his budge prods your backside.

“Baby, ignoring me is what’s letting me down,” Jaehyun says in a smooth, pleading voice.

With every passing day, his forwardness has steadily increased. If he wouldn’t have come on so strong all of this would’ve been different. What was irritating was that he thought if he kept trying hard, eventually you would break. He’s made flirty comment after flirty comment but he’s never been this close nor have you wanted him this close before. Your body betrays your better judgement, grinding up against him to feel the hot ache swell inside you.

“Just admit it already, no need to be shy anymore. There’s no taking it back, y/n.” He lets go of the cabinet handle to grip your hips instead and that molecule of recovered freedom from his hand is enough to knock some strangled sense into you. He doesn't fight when you push back with intentional force.

“It? What the fuck is it?”

Blinking a half dozen times in confusion snuffs out the aroused spark in his eyes. “You’re- how long are we going to play this game, y/n? Because it’s getting exhausting.”

You scoff. “Jaehyun, there is no fucking game!”

He watches you storm out of the kitchen, too worked up to any conjure patience for coffee. Your acting is commendable, that’s for sure. You could make a career out of it if you wanted to. He’s given you every opportunity to come clean and address the elephant in the room but you’ve played it off like nothing. Your body language, expressions and tone were ultra convincing. You were so good at pretending you don’t know exactly what he’s referencing in that incredibly believable voice of yours, spinning lies left and right from the very start.

Either you regret having sent that naked video or

Jaehyun clicks his tongue as the shot pans out to the full picture.

… there’s an extremely real possibility you truly don’t know it was sent and he’s seen something that was never meant to reach his eyes and a simple solution is nowhere in sight.

Jaehyun’s always maintained this smooth, cool guy reputation, unbothered by nearly everything and just going with the flow of things, but if you studied his behavior now, you’d clearly see he’s basically a different breed. Guilt can do that to a person.

He feels ashamed to be imagining inappropriate scenarios about you since he was the accidental recipient of that video almost two weeks ago. Especially because at the moment, he is sitting across from you on the living room couch. Perverted thoughts infect his mind throughout the day and he’s been too weak to make any effort to find the cure. Shame doesn’t stop his mind from wandering into a daydream of slurping up your cum, every drip that dribbles from the corner of the seam of his lips being your juices, not water. Or the drool that dribbled down his chin from time to time since you arrived, deep in the thought of being in your folds. The only thing that will get Jaehyun through the vampire flick you picked out was the reassurance that the second he was free from Jungwoo’s mandatory roommate bonding night, he would race to his room and rewatch your pornographic video for what may or may not be the millionth time.

“I can't believe you’ve been hiding it from us!” Jungwoo gasps.

“Wha- me? Hiding something?” Jaehyun’s nervous eyes bounce back and forth between his roommates faces’. He had been zoning out and wasn’t watching the movie like you and his accessor. His ears burn, swallowing a guilty lump in his throat.

“You have fangs and perfect skin… why didn’t I put it together sooner that I live with a vampire?” Jungwoo says, his skilled comedic delivery making you laugh. Jaehyun's slightly jealous he hasn't made you laugh like that but there's still a sliver of hope he can in the distant future.

Jaehyun looks at the screen for the first time in 10 minutes, noticing the character’s vaguely similar traits he was being likened to. “Oh, yeah! Sorry for not saying anything.”

He sneaks a few longing glances at you every so often until you finally catch him for the first time towards the end of the movie. Or so he thinks it is the first time you catch him; you’ve noticed several of them without his knowledge ever since the morning you grinded against each other. His fight or flight mode is a mere millimeter away from taking over his senses. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and will away the erection in his plaid pajama bottoms. Lucky for him, it doesn’t kick in before the credits to the horror film roll down the flat screen tv.

“Wow, great movie choice, y/n,” Jaehyun compliments halfheartedly, springing up from the couch. He scrunches his nose quickly to hike his glasses up to where they belonged, a habit of his that you hate to find adorable. “So…. see you guys tomorrow.”

.....

After bidding you and Jungwoo goodnight as soon as he can, he returns to his room to attend to his daily masturbation routine. He hears you start the water and get in the shower (which conveniently resided on the other side of the wall in his room), leading him to queue up his favorite pornography again. By the time you leave the steamy room, he has already passed out in bed. You are equally as tired as he is, one of those reasons being due to the fact that you did the same exact thing he did in his room to you in the confines of the semi transparent sliding shower doors.

Every glance you catch of Jaehyun's makes your imagination run wild. His lingering, lustful stares remind you of how hard he felt against your ass. Thinking of that dimpled dork nowadays makes you sexually frustrated which is something your previous self would’ve cursed you for.

Unforeseen consequences await you in the dark for being too worn out to pay attention to your surroundings and too lazy to turn on the lights: mistakenly stumbling into one of your roommates bedrooms in the complete dark with the misconception you are entering yours… followed by basically sleepwalking to bed and slipping under the warm covers. You fail to notice that the heavy blankets aren’t yours. You regularly sleep in one of those oversized t-shirts that you were gifted as a kid (but never grew into). For the most part, you stick to the same habit on freezing nights like this one.

Despite the mini heater set up in the corner of the room, the temperature prompts you to snuggle back into what you imagine is your firm, overstuffed body pillow, not a naked body.

You’re too sleepy, nearly reaching dreamland when his fingers connect with the thin material of your panties covering your swollen slit, the temporary side effect of making yourself come just minutes ago. You twitch out of the lasting oversensitivity.

“How does that feel, baby?” Jaehyun asks in a gruff voice.

You hum softy, and arch your back. “S-so good, ugh.”

“God, so it was all just a fucking game. I should’ve known.” He rubs the spot with increased pressure. “Were you this desperate that you had to get in bed with me when I was sleeping?”

“What are y-? This is my bed,” you assert weakly.

“Aw, baby. Do your blankets feel like this? I don’t think so,” he replies, thumbing your panties to the side and diving into your folds in no time. “Does the little slut like it when I touch her like this?” Jaehyun taunts you.

“Fuck, yes. I love it, Jaehyun,” you moan.

He shoves his fingers inside you suddenly, causing you to whimper at the unexpectedness. “Hey, why are you so sensitive, baby?” Playing with yourself made it so that if someone were to even lightly touch your clit, your body would jerk. Jaehyun snorts and chuckles mockingly, connecting the dots and answering his own question. And for that very reason, he pulls his fingers from your wet hole to rub fierce circular shapes over your already throbbing clit. You thrash in his arms and whine loudly. “Be honest with me, what were you doing in that bathroom?”

You take shallow breaths while you twitch from the shock waves of bliss from his fingers. “I w-was playing with my s-self in the shower.”

“Mmmh, what a good girl you are. I love that you make yourself come in the shower,” he praises you in your ear. He kisses your jaw, pressing his hard cock up against your ass just like you missed. “And what were you thinking about, hm?”

“Jaehyun, you know who I was t-thinking about,” you manage to spit out.

“Well, maybe I just wanna hear it from the naughty mouth of yours that I love so much.” He bites down hard on your shoulder and works his mouth back up to your neck. Jaehyun continues to nibble at your skin, imagining he’ll leave marks on your body like that movie you watched earlier to show that you’re his. He’ll welcome the same love bites on his white skin from you later.

“I think about you… fucking me… really hard every time I make myself c-come,” you choke between worn, strained breaths.

“And when was the first time you did that?” he wonders sincerely.

“I… maybe like-”

“Honesty only, baby, I’m warning you.”

His chilling words struck a chord inside you. “I think it was the day b-before we met.”

“That’s what I like to hear, slut.”

Within a blink of an eye, he’s thrown back the covers and at the edge of the bed. Jaehyun yanks you down the bed by your ankles until your ass is nearly hanging off the sheets. It takes only a split second for him to haul your shirt over your head and flings it somewhere in the shadows. Spreading your legs further than you’ve spread them before, he cracks a greedy smile. His dark eyes look you up and down. He hasn’t even started filling you up and yet, you can already imagine how he’ll wear your body out and preemptively feel the soreness awaiting you tomorrow.

“Gonna fuck you so hard just how you like it. That’s all I could think of since you sent me that video before I picked you up from the airport two weeks ago.” He bows down to capture your lips in a searing, sloppy kiss for a dozen seconds then pulls away.

“What does that video have to-” your words dissolve into a half pained and half pleasured sob as he sinks his hard cock inside you all at once.

Your throbbing walls hug his length so perfectly that his moan echoes around his room. He feels snug inside you, like you’re nice and full having your stretched heat plugged full of him. “Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good. A naughty slut like you should be proud, you’re way better than I imagined when you sent me that video of you fucking yourself in the shower.”

“fuck...oh my god. I didn’t mean to send that to you, Jaehyun,” you squeak. If only you had had a reason to text him these past few weeks, you would've seen the damned self-made pornographic text in your messages but instead, you had religiously avoided him. "I had no idea that-" you try to explain the misunderstanding before his hand closes over your throat. He squeezes the sides of your neck, providing you with enough oxygen so you won’t pass out.

“Whack me anywhere if I press too hard, baby,” he tells you, voice laced with compassion he hasn’t shown you once tonight.

You do your best attempt at nodding your head before closing your eyes and enjoying every rough thrust he has to offer. Squelching, lewd noises that come from pumping in and out of you rapidly fill the air. Beads of exhaustion halo around his hairline, putting in maximum effort to fuck you harder than he has ever before and every inch where your skin meets the others sticks together from sweat coating it. He hoists your body up differently, your lower back now levitating above the mattress a few inches for him to stuff a big pillow underneath you. Then he presses your knees to your chest and hits your favorite spot deep inside you repeatedly at an unbelievable rate. He assigns the hand that’s not choking you to abusing your clit with an aggressive speed, leaving your body with no choice but to jerk back and forth by reflex and distorting your vision with the oversensitivity’s influence.

Time passes by in a haze and you have no idea how long it takes you to feel the knots tying in your abdomen again. You whimper as loud as you can manage and he searches your face for any panicked signs of stopping. He watches in wonder as your lips part, eyelids flutter, brow furrows and twitches and takes this as a cue to rub your swollen clit harder and rock inside you at the most ferocious pace he can muster. Releasing the strict hold on your throat, he delivers a few strong spanks to the upper backside of your thighs, snickering when you yelp. He then anchors that hand to the side of your waist and tightly clamps down on your skin to hold you in place and fuck you just the right way you deserve.

You feel a throbbing ache in your core, indicating another overwhelming wave of bliss is knocking at your door, about ready to burst. You can’t manage to keep your fucked out noises from escaping your hoarse throat. It takes all of the last remaining battery life to softly cry out, “I’m yours to use up whenever you want, Jaehyun,” exactly like you remember from that older video he must've been referring to.

As you peak, squeezing your eyes shut and spasming erratically, you hear him groan, “I’m yours too, y/n.” You hold onto the tight, heated sensation for as long as possible with aid from Jaehyun’s persistent thrusts and sensitive stimulation. The moment you feel like you’ve mostly recovered he orders, “get on your fucking knees, whore.”

Quickly doing as you’re told, you drop to the ground, sitting up straight, and rocking back on your heels. You hold your mouth wide open for him to do as he pleases with it. Jaehyun grabs the back of your head with both hands and thrusts himself inside your mouth. Going down your throat in one swift motion, you gag on his cock, choking momentarily before bobbing your head as best you can manage. You look up at him with watery eyes as your jaw painfully extends for his pleasure.

"God, I love your mouth, baby."

You lethargically hum at Jaehyun's praise and wind your arms around his thighs. He shoots his cum mostly down your throat not 10 seconds later while an unrestrained croak rumbles up his own throat. Once he's emptied into your mouth completely, he gingerly pulls you off of him. His thumbs stroke your tear stained cheeks affectionately. A salty, bitter taste coats your mouth as some remaining cum sits in the middle of your tongue. He grins, marveling at how you open your mouth to show him what’s left of himself then swallow gladly because who in their right mind would spit Jaehyun's cum out. Helping you up from the floor, you lick the corners of your lips.

Jaehyun lays back against a few pillows he squishes between himself and the wall at the head of his bed. He waits until both of your lungs have caught a majority of the oxygen generally required for human survival before speaking. “So, y/n... do you really expect me to believe you sent that video by accident?”

You roll your eyes at his insinuation, giggling softly as you crawl up the bed. His charming dimples make an appearance alongside a fond, lopsided smirk. He finally made you laugh- a feat he severely doubted to accomplish so soon. He lifts the blankets up for you to wiggle your way underneath them and into his lap. You're embraced by his muscular arms, the flowery fragrance of fabric softener and his clean-scented cologne that sticks to the navy sheets.

“Well, it’s more believable than traffic that makes you an hour late," you tease, craning your neck around to plant one last kiss on Jaehyun's lips.

!!! I'm fucking siked about Favorite !! i wanted to write a Jaehyun vampire au but i couldn't fit it in quick enough for this comeback so i'm settling with this i guess ?

stream love talk & *Favorite*

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[ughsimpp]

Hi, i was an anon that requested the pillow prince/princess req. as someone who is part of the lgbt+ community, it’s 100% okay for you to use those terms, but i dont want to speak over other ppl in the community

i can reword it as this: ateez mtl to prefer being a service top/do all the work to please their partner vs sitting back and letting their partner do all the work.

MTL on who prefers being a service top vs. letting their partner do all the work

thank you! sorry for making you change it and taking so long but I hope you like it!! 🤍

masterlist

Most (Service Top)

Hongjoong: No matter what you do, he’ll always be a service top. He likes to control how you feel, tell you what to do and lemme tell you, he’s very good at it. Of course he doesn’t go over board but he would always be on top, pleasing you till you forget which orgasm you were on.

Seonghwa: Don’t get me started on Park Seonghwa. He would definitely be a service top. He takes care of you a lot so of course he would also want to take care of you in bed. It’s sexy too. The way he looks up at you with those eyes when you’re hitting your 3rd orgasm just by his tongue or fingers, it just makes him happy that he has that kind of power over you.

Yunho & Jongho: I feel like both of them will love to take care of you and be at service to you whether it’s just a normal day or during sex, but also would like split the work. Really good at being a service top, but would love seeing you be dominant and take over sometimes. It’s hot to them and as long as you are enjoying it, they’re happy.

Wooyoung: Ouu Jung Wooyoung. He likes to be a service top and he’s DEFINITELY a tease when he’s a service top. Likes teasing/edging you until you can’t take it anymore but also wouldn’t mind having you do all the work. He has a degrading kink so ofc he wouldn’t mind if you were a little bossy.

San & Yeosang: San and Yeo would like it a lot if you were a service top. They love seeing you enjoying yourself on them and doing things at your own pace. Of course they would help you at time and take over as a service top but they love sitting back and enjoy seeing you do your own thing.

Mingi: Definitely rather have you do all the work than him taking the lead. I’m not saying he doesn’t like to top, but he loves it more when you take the lead. I dunno, I feel like something excites him when he sees you be all dominant and see what you’ll do to him when you top.

Least (Letting Their S/O Do All The Work)

[ohmysparkle]

Adding onto that anons req, since ur not comfortable with jeongin could u do felix ?? i actually quite like the idea,,,

WELL WELL, DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. I had written something similar on my old account, but I'll add Felix since I didn't initially write much for him here. I hope you like it!! Includes Seungmin, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix.

Sorry this took a while, I had written the edits and saved it as a draft and forgot (stoopid smol cat brain).

Original Ask:

dirty thoughts.... i've had multiple dreams of either making skz suck my fingers or them making me suck their fingers. i hope i get more dreams like these

Length: 1.2K

Warnings: Smut, really all kinds of stuff but not really hardcore, gentle femdom.

I’m just gonna say, this concept works better with some members more than others. Also, no one is putting their fingers in Jongin’s mouth. We don’t lay a finger on that boy here - all we can imagine is giving him hugs because he is too pure.

I want to start with Seungmin. He’s such a serious man, very calm and collected. During sex his reactions to you would probably be very minimal - and it’s not because you aren’t driving him crazy, he’s just freaking out on the inside and doesn’t know what else to do and he’s probably embarrassed to let out all the noises and make the movements that he wants. Typical introverted/kinda smart bf. But one day you grab one of his hands and suck on his index and middle finger, really slow, no gag, just slow and sexy glossed lips drenching his fingers in saliva back and forth, making sure the undersides of them slide over your slick tongue.

He’d moan pretty loud right then and there. He’d get horribly embarrassed to and try to shy away but you keep doing it to tease him until he starts malfunctioning and he’s just laying there like some twitching man doll that’ll let you do whatever you want to him. So then you realize that he actually loves it when your sucking and slobbering every part of his body, which will lead you to also suck on his nipples, and eventually he’ll beg you to rim him. Shy boy out the door, fuck toy enter.

Next is Minho - and Minho is *a total bitch*. I recently read a wonderful ask on someone’s else’s page where an anon guessed that more or less said “Minho has a massive dick. There is no way that man doesn’t have a giant meat sword of a cock that drags on the floor”.

And I agree. He just has *that* *attitude*. He loves to be cocky and degrading (in a nice way). He like making you verbally admit that you’re “taking him so well”/“choking on his meat sword cock”/“looking pretty” when you’re stuffed with him. He loves having his ego stroked but *big strong men* like him almost always have that little weak spot where they want to be someone’s little cumdump and pain slut.

So basically he’s a little bitch. And all of this bitchiness is him actually crying for help in the form of some serious role reversal. He loves cum, sweat and tears. He wants you to ruin him and degrade him and he loves fighting back and pretending like he doesn’t love it but the way he begs you for a round two tells you otherwise. He’s got pretty, slender lips, nice white teeth, a little glossy tongue that looks like a gummy bear, and he likes it when you jam your fingers into that beautiful warm mouth and make him gag as you thrust them in and out and curl them in his mouth in the most uncomfortable way so little sparkling tears come out of his doll like eyes: it gets his meat sword pretty hard. And tell him he’s a little bitch while you’re at it so his cock starts drooling with pre cum.

Other optional names for the meat sword *omg I have been waiting for the perfect moment to share these*: vaginal vanquisher, pussy plower, cunt conqueror, womb raider, among others.

On to my favorite boy, Hyunjin: do not put your fingers in this boys mouth. Ok, maybe do, but beware, he bites.

We know he’s a big dramatic mess that seems to only have control of his movements when he’s dancing, because the rest of the time his spaghetti limbs are noodling around, he’s yelling, he’s squirming, he’s bouncing - and during sex it’s the same but worse.

It’s going to be very hard to calm him down and have slow and sensual sex, where he’s relaxed and soft, because most of the time whenever you do anything related to his dick, ass, and *danger warning* his nipples, he will start wiggling. And a wiggle with one of his long ass limbs is like a trebuchet going off. So if you put your fingers in his mouth he will either be 1) sensually and slowly sucking, wrapping you with his soft and plump lips, licking you with that strawberry like tongue of his, or 2) he’ll be yapping and yeowling and screaming and moaning and you’ll shove them in and it’s so hot because he’s dribbling all over himself and crying, but jerk his cock the right way and he’ll bite. He’ll bite hard - zero motor control. He’d feel pretty bad about it afterward and it would literally hurt. But he kisses them so the booboos don't boo too bad.

Buuut, let’s say your giving him a nice soft handjob and your cradling him in your side, he’d love to suckle on your breast or your fingers, slowly, with intention. He’ll kiss your hand and suck his own drool off of them, he’ll spit on the hand you’re using so you can glide on his cock more easily, and once’s he’s cum and he’s panting and sleepy, he’ll lick the semen off of your fingers when you bring it up to his lips and say thank you. 10/10 recommend - just watch the warning signs of the chomper.

I’m gonna say the other members, in my imagination, would not vibe with this too much.

Felix - very subby baby that has such contrasting features, he's super angular and chiseled but also looks like a kitten/fairy. He loves to be a service top, will literally do anything you tell him to. So when you feel lazy and you don't want to do much, you'll languidly pet him with one hand, suck his fingers with the other and it will drive him crazy. It becomes a habit of yours to suck on his fingers, looking at him sensually but with such composure as if you hardly care, while he's furiously rutting against you.

Maybe just suck on his fingers and look at him with a coy smirk while you ask him to jerk off, probably because he's needy and you're lazy, or because you both don't have time. He might wake you up in the middle of the night and grind against you, and you might be too sleepy, so if you stir he'll politely ask you to hold him while he gropes your body and you suck on his finger, or he suck on yours.

9/10 times him sucking on your fingers will lead to him sucking on your pussy. He just likes having a part of you on his mouth. Out of the bedroom... Maaaaybe Felix would like it if you sucked in his thumb while cuddling or watching a movie, but it’d either be very sfw, or he will ruin the moment by getting horny and, actually, improving the moment. Prefers to suck that to be sucked, he likes to show you he's subservient.