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studio sessions

lee taeyong x fem!reader cw: explicit language, sexual themes, spit kink, drug use

the studio is dimly lit, with a soft hum from the equipment. it's past midnight, but time doesn’t matter here. it’s just you, taeyong, and the haze of smoke as he passes you the blunt with a lazy smile.

“take it,” he murmurs, watching you with half-lidded eyes. you reach for it, your fingers brushing his. the high is setting in, making everything slow down and feel more intense.

you take another drag, the smoke curling in the air between you and taeyong. the room feels smaller, the walls seem closer as the high settles in, making everything feel more real.

taeyong leans back against the couch, one arm over the backrest, his eyes on you as you exhale. the dim light casts shadows on his face, highlighting his jaw and lips. he’s quiet, but the silence between you isn’t awkward.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, his voice low. he takes the blunt from you, his fingers brushing yours again. you watch as he inhales deeply, his eyes still on yours.

you nod, licking your lips as you lean back. “yeah… really good.

he grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling, making him look younger. “we should do this more often,” he says, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling slowly, the haze drifting toward you.

you hum in agreement, your eyes on his lips, watching the way they curve around the blunt. the sight stirs something in you, a memory of the last time you kissed him, the way his mouth felt against yours, the taste of him mixed with the sharp tang of weed.

it was good—more than good, really—but in your current state, with your thoughts a little muddled, you can’t help but wonder aloud. “you know… you’re not that great of a kisser.”

the words hang in the air between you, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve crossed a line. taeyong’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and he lets out a small laugh. “oh, really?” he asks, passing the blunt back to you, a playful expression on his face, but there’s something more in his eyes. “so, who was your best kiss?”

you take the blunt from him, your fingers lingering on his for a second longer than necessary, and bring it to your lips, inhaling deeply as you think about your answer. you exhale slowly, the smoke curling around your words as you smirk at him. “you don’t know them. but they came before you.”

taeyong’s eyes narrow slightly, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you. “is that so?” his voice is calm, but there’s tension and curiosity in it. he leans forward slightly, his gaze locked on yours, and you feel the air between you grow thicker, heavy with what isn’t being said.

“yeah…” you say, gesturing with your hands, holding one higher than the other. “they’re there, and you’re here.”

he hums, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans in closer, his lips hovering near yours. you can feel the warmth of his breath, the scent of weed and something uniquely him filling the small space between you.

“what, you jealous?” you tease, parting your lips slightly, daring him to close the distance.

taeyong’s eyes darken, his voice dropping as he replies, “nah, because i know you’re messing with me.”

your eyes lock with his, the weight of his words hanging in the air. there’s a pause where neither of you moves, the room thick with tension. it feels like the world has narrowed to just the two of you, every sound, every breath amplified. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the pulse in your ears drowning out everything else.

taeyong’s gaze drops to your lips, and you know he’s thinking about it—about what it would feel like to close that last bit of space between you. his hand, still resting on the back of the couch, inches closer, fingers brushing against your shoulder, a touch so light it almost doesn’t register. but it does, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“you think i’m jealous?” he asks again, his voice low, almost a whisper, his eyes still on your mouth. he’s close now, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smoke that lingers in the air.

you open your mouth to reply, but the words catch in your throat, trapped by the intensity of his stare. instead, you find yourself leaning in, your body moving on its own, drawn to him like a magnet. your lips are just a breath away from his, and you can feel the anticipation buzzing between you, the electric charge of what’s about to happen.

taeyong’s fingers graze your jaw, tilting your head slightly as he finally closes the gap, his lips brushing against yours in a way that’s almost teasing, a soft, tentative kiss that leaves you wanting more. it’s not enough—not nearly enough.

you respond quickly, pressing forward, deepening the kiss, your hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to pull him closer. he groans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips, and it sends a thrill through you, the knowledge that you can make him react that way.

the kiss quickly becomes more heated, more desperate. his hands, which were gentle at first, become more insistent, sliding down your sides, slipping under your shirt, fingers splaying against your skin. you shiver at the touch, the coolness of his hands a stark contrast to the warmth flooding your body.

taeyong pulls back slightly, his lips just inches from yours, both of you breathing heavily. his eyes are dark, filled with something primal, something that makes your heart race even faster. he stares at you with an intensity that pins you in place, his gaze dropping to your swollen lips, then back up to meet your eyes.

his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as he studies your face, seeming to take in the way your chest rises and falls with each breath. he leans in again, but this time, he doesn’t close the distance completely. his mouth hovers close to yours, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

you can feel the anticipation building, the heat between you simmering just beneath the surface. your lips part slightly, a silent invitation, and he watches, his gaze never leaving your mouth. then, with a slow, deliberate movement, taeyong tilts his head slightly, just enough to gather saliva in his mouth. he holds your gaze, his eyes locked onto yours, making sure you know exactly what’s coming.

without breaking eye contact, he lets the spit drip from his lips, a slow, deliberate stream that lands directly on your tongue. the sensation is unexpected, raw, and filthy in a way that makes your entire body tense with arousal. your breath hitches, a gasp caught in your throat as the wet heat of it fills your mouth.

taeyong doesn’t give you a moment to recover. as your lips part in shock, he closes the gap between you, his mouth crashing against yours with renewed fervor. the kiss is more intense, more passionate than before—his tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting the wetness he left there. he groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you can’t help but respond, your body arching into him as the sensation overwhelms you.

his hands roam over your body, one sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you closer, while the other wraps around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devours you. every touch, every movement feels amplified, the intimacy of the act sending jolts of electricity through your veins. the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment.

his hands continue their exploration, moving with purpose as if mapping out every inch of you. the kiss deepens, tongues tangling, sloppy and wet, the taste of him mixed with the lingering flavor of weed. you’re both lost in it, the world around you disappearing as you give in to the overwhelming need to be closer.

taeyong’s fingers find the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath it, his touch cool against your heated skin. he moves with practiced ease, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, sending shivers through your body. he pulls you even closer, his grip firm, possessive, as his lips trail away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your neck. each kiss is slow, deliberate, as if he’s savoring the taste of you, the feel of your skin under his lips.

you’re trembling in his arms, the anticipation nearly unbearable as his hand moves lower, brushing against the waistband of your jeans. he pauses, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “is this okay?” his voice is rough, thick with desire, and the sound of it sends another wave of heat coursing through you.

you nod, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his fingers dip below the fabric, teasing at first, just skimming over your skin. the anticipation builds with every light touch, every brush of his fingers, until finally, he slips his hand fully inside, his fingers finding their way to where you need him most.

a broken moan escapes your lips as his fingers start to move, slow at first, then with more intent, curling just right. the sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and desperation that has your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more, needing more. his thumb finds your clit, circling it in time with the movements of his fingers, drawing out another moan from deep in your throat.

“fuck,” taeyong murmurs against your neck, his voice thick with want. “you’re so fucking wet.”

his words send a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you, and you can’t help but grind against his hand, desperate for more friction, more contact. his free hand moves to your waist, guiding your movements as he continues to work you with his fingers, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.

your hands are fisted in his shirt, holding on as the pleasure builds, every nerve in your body on fire. your breath comes in ragged pants, each exhale a soft whimper of his name, and you can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, ready to snap.

but just as you’re about to tip over the edge, just as everything starts to blur at the edges, the lights outside the studio flick on, cutting through the haze of your desire like a knife.

your eyes snap open, heart pounding in your chest, as the haze of desire is replaced by a sudden surge of panic. the tension that moments ago had been pulling you toward bliss now pulls you back into a harsh, cold awareness. the lights outside the studio door flicker on, casting long, eerie shadows that stretch across the floor, and the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway.

you freeze, your breath hitching in your throat as the implications of what’s happening slam into you. taeyong’s fingers still inside you, the sudden halt in movement almost as shocking as the light itself. he’s frozen too, his eyes wide, pupils blown with a mixture of lingering desire and dawning realization.

for a split second, neither of you move. time seems to stretch, the moment suspended in the air between you, thick with the remnants of your shared heat and the cold shock of interruption. the footsteps grow louder, closer, each one pounding in your ears like a drumbeat, driving home the reality of your situation.

taeyong is the first to react, pulling his hand away from you with a speed that makes your body jolt in surprise. the sudden absence of his touch is almost painful, the loss of contact leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. he scrambles to sit up straight, his face a mask of concentration as he tries to compose himself, though his chest still heaves with the effort of regaining control.

you follow suit, hands shaking slightly as you try to adjust your clothes, your mind racing to catch up with what’s happening. your body is still thrumming with unfulfilled desire, every nerve on edge, but the urgency to cover up, to hide what was happening, takes precedence. you quickly smooth down your shirt, your fingers fumbling with the fabric as you force yourself to breathe, to act natural, even as your heart continues to hammer in your chest.

the door creaks open, the sound slow and agonizing, and you barely have time to exchange a panicked glance with taeyong before johnny steps into the room. his eyes sweep over the two of you, taking in your flushed faces, your disheveled appearance, the way you’re both sitting just a little too rigidly.

for a moment, there’s silence. johnny’s gaze lingers on you, then on taeyong, and you can see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to piece together what he just walked into. but then, his expression shifts, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere he’s interrupted.

“were you guys smoking weed without me?” he asks, his tone mock-offended, though there’s a playful light in his eyes. he steps further into the room, completely unaware of the tension that lingers in the air, or the way your heart is still racing, your body still humming with the remnants of what could have been.

as johnny settles onto the couch beside you, you steal a glance at taeyong. his face is a careful mask, but his eyes flicker with something unsaid. your breath hitches, a subtle reminder of how close you were, how close you still are.

taeyong shifts slightly, his knee brushing against yours in the small space. the touch is fleeting, barely there, but it sends a jolt through you, a silent promise that this isn’t over. not by a long shot.

wayv in different nsfw careers

ot6 cw: 18+ mdni, smut, lots of sex, masturbating, porn, domination/submission, fetishes, sort of college au

kun onlyfans creator, solos of him masturbating or nudes. weirdly artistic? like camera angles on point, edited to perfection, color graded. rarely, if ever, collabs with others. occasionally posts erotic photography of one unidentifiable woman. his subscribers aren't sure what to make of it but pictures of them together are some of his best work. daylights as a photographer and has some of his work in small galleries across the city.

ten fetish model. shibari, leather, latex. you name it, he's most likely modeled it. has portrait of himself (unrecognizable, facing away just his back criss crossed with ropes, hands bound at the base of his spine) hanging in his apartment. his friends think its weird since they know he's the one in the picture but most of the girls he brings home just think he's into some freaky stuff. started because he would nude model for the art classes at his college when he needed fast money. people assume he likes really kinky sex because of his job but he prefers vanilla sex most of the time because his job is so kink heavy.

winwin audio erotica. just aside hobby for him. tbh 9/10 times forgets to record or that he even has the account. started because a girl he was seeing freshman year of college told him she wanted a video with the sound on and he didn't know what that meant but she liked his voice enough to let the completely black screen slide. posts sporadically but always makes waves when he does. people have offered him money for custom audios and he always turns them down.

xiaojun nsfw twitter creator, makes couple videos or something with a close female friend. domestic/boyfriend vibes in every video. very soft with each other even when they're having rough sex. people assume they're actually dating because of the insane chemistry even though they never show their faces. its his fun dirty little secret no one else knows.

hendery dungeon dom (IDK), the kind thats a look don't touch dom. if you need a session to work through your stress, go to him. sexy spanking, punishment spanking, therapy spanking. he's got the knowledge and know how. has a strange collection of vintage dvds and magazines. rare stuff that he treats like art rather than smut. hendery i never want to speak on your name i’m sorry.

don’t make it a thing

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader content: angst, slice of life, smut but not too detailed

it started with the usual.

jaehyun: you up?

it’s past 10 p.m.

you: bold opener.

jaehyun: you said last time “we both know what’ll happen if we’re alone at yours.”

jaehyun: just checking if that’s still true.

you: you quoting me now?

jaehyun: you’re iconic. should be studied.

you don’t reply right away.

jaehyun tossed his phone across the bed. it landed face-down like it was ashamed of him.

then three minutes later-

you: be there in 15. if you’re weird about it, i’m leaving.

he stared at that for a full ten seconds.

weird about it?

he was already weird about it.

—

you texted here and let yourself in like in like you’d done it a hundred times before. no hesitation, no fanfare—just you.

“you kept the door unlocked,” you said, trading your shoes for the extra pair of slippers. “that’s reckless. what if i was a murderer.”

you showed up in sweatpants. hair up. hoodie zipped all the way. not the kind of outfit he’d expect to wreck his entire night, but here he was.

jaehyun looked up from his couch, smirking. “i knew it was you. no murderer has a walk that cocky.”

you shrugged off your jacket. “confidence kills.”

a beat.

“hi.” you said.

“hi.”

“you’re already being weird.”

“give me a second to recalibrate.”

you dropped onto the couch beside him. “so do i get the full muder documentary and dried pasta experience, or…”

“that depends.”

“on?”

he passed you a glass of wine. “if you still think we’re gonna end up sleeping together.”

you blinked at him, pretending to be unimpressed. “pretty sure i said you thought we would.”

he reached out, fingers brushing your waist. “still might.”

your eyes dropped down to his mouth.

“y/n,” he says.

your breath caught.

“you don’t have to stay, you know.”

you take a long sip. “that’s exactly what someone who wants me to stay would say.”

jaehyun grinned. “caught me.”

you sat close—closer than necessary. legs crossed, thigh brushing his. your skin was warm. smelled like some kind of overpriced body wash and faint sweat. his brain went foggy just trying to focus on the documentary.

“you ever finish this one?” you asked.

“got bored halfway through.”

you laughed. “you say that about every true crime doc. do you actually like them?”

“no. but you do.”

your face flickered, just for a second.

“you’re not very subtle.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

you were both quiet for a while. soft music playing over the end credits. you take off your sweatshirt. jaehyun’s eyes followed. your skin glowed under the low light. throat bare. collarbone sharp.

he could’ve written sonnets about the line of your neck. you caught him staring and raised an eyebrow.

“what?”

“nothing.” he said, too quickly.

you leaned your head against the back of the couch, eyes on him now. “you gonna kiss me or keep trying to pretend this is normal?”

he didn’t answer.

and that was that.

you kissed him first.

or maybe you both just fell into it. he doesn’t really remember who moved. just remembers the way your hands slid into his hair like you were claiming it. the way you tugged him in like this was the last time you’d allow yourself the indulgence.

when he pulled you into his lap, you didn’t resist. you straddled him, kissed him like it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

and that’s how he knew it already did.

—

it wasn’t sweet.

he wasn’t sweet.

you pulled his shirt off like you were annoyed with it. he tugged yours over your head and got a moan when his hands found your waist. slid under your bra. you arched into him.

jaehyun pulled you you closer, had slipping along your waist, finding the warm curve of your hip.

“thought you said you didn’t do casual,” he murmured into your neck.

“don’t,” you say, breathless. “still don’t.”

“funny way to prove it.”

your nails raked down his chest. “don’t make it a thing.”

he walked you backward to the room, mouth on your collarbone. you tasted like salt, skin flushed.

when you pushed your sweats down, he lost all coherent thoughts. the curve of your hips. the way you looked at him like you didn’t care if he could handle you—you just wanted to watch him try.

when jaehyun finally slid into you, you gasped and clutched the back of his neck.

“fuck,” he muttered, “y/n…”

“don’t—” you gasped, then caught your breath. “don’t talk.”

so he didn’t.

he fucked you like he was trying to forget everything. every joke, every smirk, every smartass comment that made him want you more.

rough, hands gripping your thighs, your waist, pinning your wrists above your head. you let him. met every movement like a dare. sweat slicked your chest, biting your lip so hard it turned white.

he kissed you again, open-mouthed and messy. his hand moved around your throat barely there, until you met his eyes and moaned softly, lips parted, silently asking for more pressure.

you dragged your nails down his back.

he came with his forehead pressed to yours, shaking. you bit his shoulder when you followed—sharp, possessive, like you didn’t even mean to.

—

when it was over, he didn’t move.

neither did you.

you stayed for an hour after. or more.

just laid there, tangled together. your skin hot and damp against his. his arm was around you. your cheek pressed to his chest.

it should’ve felt casual.

it didn’t.

he felt… warm.

too warm.

your fingers brushed along his ribs, lazy, thoughtless. he closed his eyes. the. he opened them again, suddenly too aware of how close you were. how quiet. how soft everything felt. he wasn’t used to the quiet after.

casual was supposed to be chaotic—messy, fun, done. not… this. not you tucked against him like you belonged there.

his body stiffened. it wasn’t on purpose. it just happened. and of course, you noticed. after a minute, you shifted. slowly, carefully. sat up. face unreadable.

“you good?” jaehyun asked, trying to keep it light.

“yeah,” you said. “just… should probably go.”

he sat up too. “you don’t have to.”

you have a small smile. “i know.”

you got up anyways, used the bathroom, came back fully dressed. hoodie, sweats, pulled over the wreckage he’d left.

“don’t make it weird.” you tell him again.

“i won’t.”

but he did. because when you left, he didn’t text you. didn’t say anything the next day either. or the day after that.

he told himself that he was giving you space. but that wasn’t true. the truth was: he panicked.

it wasn’t easier to ghost you than admit how much he wanted you to stay that night or still want you.

that fucking you didn’t get you out of his system. that you didn’t feel like a fucking earthquake against him. easier to pretend you were like everyone else.

so he went quiet.

played the game.

—

two nights later, you were both at a friend gathering. too many people, loud music, shit lighting.

jaehyun saw you the second he arrived. you looked like a dream. hair up again. he loves it pinned up. he can see your neck. and your laugh hit him across the room like a memory he hadn’t earned.

you saw him. didn’t wave. didn’t smile. just turned away. he didn’t go up to you. didn't even look your way again. or pretended to.

he started talking to a girl, a friend of a friend. good looking, hit him with a “are you jeong jaehyun?” he charmed her away. you saw it, he thinks.

hours later, when most of the room had thinned out, you passed him in the hallway on your way to the bathroom. your eyes met. his lingered. you didn’t stop walking. didn’t say a word. you didn’t even look mad. just… quiet. like he wasn’t worth the fight. that fucked him up worse than if you’d screamed.

the two of you didn’t speak the rest of the night. until it was time to leave and he stops you at the door.

“come over?” he asked, casual, hopeful like an actual idiot.

you turned. no smile. no glint.

you didn’t even reply. just walked away.

—

later that week, drunk and alone in his kitchen, he texted you.

jaehyun: you up?

no reply.

but you read it.

he knows you did.

and he stared at the screen like it might change, like you might say something, anything. but the dots never came.

the next morning, he deleted it. like it would change anything. typed something else. didn’t send it.

he scrolled through your old texts like they could explain what the fuck he’d done. whatever this was, he wasn’t just breaking it.

he was torching it. and then pretending he didn't feel the heat. he told himself he didn't care. but the silence said otherwise.

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mark lee x fem!reader genre: boobies, suggestive, fluff

mark rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he pushes himself up on the couch, yawning as he squints at the sharp light filtering through the curtains in the living room.

his blanket slides down his torso as he looks up at you. he stretches his arms as he watches you make coffee near the kitchen counter, stirring the milk in the cup as you hum a familiar song.

you are wearing a plaid shirt, which mark recognizes immediately as his. the blue shirt clinging to your frame, the top two buttons unbuttoned, exposing your cleavage.

mark sucks in a breath as he looks away, pushing his hair back as he holds the blanket close to his lap.

"you're awake." his head jerks in your direction, unknowingly mirroring your infectious smile as you saunter over to him with a steaming cup of coffee.

"hey." he mumbles, inhaling sharply when you placed the coffee on the table, crawling in his lap.

"hi." you nudge his red nose with yours, laughing lightly as you thread your fingers through his hair. "feeling better?"

"it's just a cold, y/n/n." he clears his throat, his eyes dropping to your chest, eyeing your exposed skin as you shift on his lap. "i've handled worse."

"i know," you smile, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as you massage his scalp, pulling his head close to your chest as you drop a kiss on his head. "but i want to take care of you no matter what. i don't care if it's just a cold."

mark’s cheeks are coated pink, as he buries his face in your chest. his heart starts racing as he feels your curves on his face, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist.

"are you, uh, are you not wearing a..." he trails off, shyly looking up at you as he points at your chest and you shake your head, a giggle escaping your lips.

"nope." you ruffle his hair, pushing out your chest as you laugh. "no, i am not."

"oh." he whispers, looking away from you as you bite back a laugh but fail as his ears redden. "oh, okay. that's...cool. fine. perfect..normal."

"you wanna see?" you ask, your hands coming down to your buttons, eyeing mark, his cheeks burn as he swallows hard. his eyes are trained on your fingers as you toy with button. "hmm?"

"i...yeah. if you don't mind." mark’s breath hitches and his eyes widens when you pop your buttons open, he gawks at the strip of naked skin as you unbutton the shirt, your tits still covered the by the material.

mark doesn't mind, though. he can still see the valley between your breasts very clearly, and that's enough. it's enough for him to dream and make up scenarios in his head before going to sleep for weeks.

it's more than enough and - oh! you're taking it off, his eyes nearly bug out of his head as the shirt falls off your shoulders, pooling around your waist.

he gulps, gawking at you with a slacked jaw as your nipples harden and you laugh, tapping his chin up to close his mouth.

"wow." he whispers, his hands coming up to touch you but he hesitates, locking eyes with you. you nod, taking his hand in yours and placing it on yourself, your nipple caught between the gap between his fingers. "holy shit."

"you like it?" you ask, smiling softly as he nods his head, his eyes are glued to your chest, his gaze memorizing your curves.

"i, uh..." mark starts, biting back his words as he looks down.

"what is it, mark?" you ask, your hand gripping his shoulder as he blushes.

"is there a chance i can get you to sit on my lap, looking all pretty, without a shirt and admire you for hours?" mark asks, his fingers gliding over your nipple as you lean down to press soft kisses on his pink cheeks.

"i think that can be arranged." you laugh into his mouth as you capture his lips in a kiss.

something sweet

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff, b-day, valentine’s day

the kitchen is what can only be described as a straight up mess. it’s filled with dirty dishes, a counter top dusted in flour, sticky tiles and the sound of quiet complaints coming from underneath the table. you’re scrambling to catch the spoon you dropped, hitting your head when you try to get up, hissing in pain.

“this is not good,” you sighed and worry your bottom lip, “not good.”

you pace around, trying to clean as much as possible, throwing out yet another batch of burned cupcakes. the afternoon was filled with serenity before you decided to do this. you thought it would be a good idea to expand your culinary knowledge over to desserts as well.

jaehyun might like it so you thought you’d give it a try. after all, how hard can it be to make some basic red velvet cupcakes? harder than you thought, apparently.

“should’ve just bought the boxed stuff.” you shake your head and push back the whine of frustration that’s already building in the back of your throat.

running quickly to the sink, you wet a rag and start wiping the counter, reminding yourself that a messy kitchen is never a good kitchen to be working in. muttering out a string of okay’s and trying to get in the right mindset, you go back to trying to fix the batter. all the positive thoughts go down the drain though when you stir your spoon through it and realizes it’s way too watery, the loudest whine yet coming out of your mouth in frustration, letting your forehead hit the counter loudly.

suddenly there’s the sound of a key twisting in the lock of the front door and your head whip up at the sound, wide eyes watching as it opens and jaehyun walks inside. he locks the door behind himself and turns around, scrunching his nose up in a weird way, probably at the smell of burning. you wanted to jump out the window. as soon as his eyes met yours and he sees your messy appearance, his mouth parts.

“help.” is all you could say and your forehead falls once again on the marble countertop.

“oh, no.” he slowly slips his shoes off, keys and wallet falling somewhere in the hallway and he trudge to your side in the kitchen. “what did you do?”

you sniffle quietly, realizing all the frustration made you get a bit teary. “i was just trying to make something nice for your valentine’s birthday.”

jaehyun quite positively coos, arms circling your hunched over frame, nose brushing your cheek.

“babe..” he dotes on you, cold fingers running through your hair in a comforting way. “tried to bake me—um—cookies?” he sounds unsure.

“cupcakes.” you correct him, speaking in an obvious pout.

jaehyun gives a small laugh, smearing a wet kiss on your cheek and tries lifting your chin up with his free hand. “all for me?” he asks and you nod bashfully, wiping the dried batter from your fingertips on your apron, looking up at him through wet lashes. “you shouldn’t have, baby.”

you snort, face falling back on the counter, hiding between your arms. “clearly.”

“no, no, come on.” he tries to keep in a chuckle, fingertips stroking over the tops of your cheekbones, trying to lift your head once again. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“i’m sensitive, don’t be mean to me.” you mumble, slapping his thigh and wiping under your eyes.

“i’m not!” he drags out the word, biting his bottom lip to bottle in another laugh. “i appreciate it. look at that.” he nods towards the unsuccessful batches on the table. “cupcakes for me? made with your own two hands?” he holds your hands in his, stroking over your knuckles in a comforting way. “where will i ever find someone as sweet as you, hm?”

you lift your head up and look at him, watching as he smiles and tilts his head slightly to the side, in a cute way.

“pretty baby.”

you slap his shoulder lightly and let your head rest on his chest, cheek pressed against his hoodie, trying to pick out the sound of his heartbeat. his arms quickly circle you, lips pressing to the top of your head, leaving a drawn-out kiss behind. he slowly strokes over your back as he speaks.

“you’re an amazing cook, babe.” he pauses. “desserts are just not really your thing.” you sigh a little in agreement. “and that’s fine!” he quickly adds. “you’re sweet enough for me already, i don’t need any cupcakes. might just give me a toothache.”

you feel your lips pull into a smile for the first time today and you breathe in the scent of his cologne, fingers gripping lightly on his hoodie. the both of you sit quietly like that for a few moments, before jaehyun pulls away.

“hey,” you watch him reach for a cupcake out of the failed batches, “this one doesn’t look too bad.”

you smile a little sadly, watching closely as he gives it a try, his expression unreadable but telling by his quietness and lack of reaction, it must’ve tasted horrible.

“how is it?” you’re still hopeful.

“it’s,” he finally swallows, fighting the bitter and acrid taste, “good.”

you raise your eyebrows, surprised, “really? let me try.”

“n-no,” jaehyun quickly stuffs the entire cake in his mouth, refusing to share. you blink, watching his full cheeks and the crumbs decorate his lips.

he chuckles nervously as he cleans his mouth and pulls you back into a hug for the last time. you look into his eyes and he lifts your chin up as you speak. “wanna just make some together?”

pretty moans

johnny suh x fem!reader cw: 18+ mdni, suggestive, very mild smut if you squint

“come on! you said you’d tell me!”

johnny swats you with a pillow, although it just causes you to giggle even more.

“it’s weird! i don’t know how to describe it.” you bit your cheek, trying to refrain from laughing, but failed incredibly as you looked back up at johnny.

“my moans are weird?” he looks offended, backing away from you on the bed.

“oh, no! your moans are sexy!” you jumped up and moved toward him, plopping down in his lap. “i was saying it’s weird to describe it.”

“how so?” he eyed you intently and tried not to think about his cock springing back to life while you sat right on it. neither of you had gotten dressed after your session, so his shaft is wedged between your folds, and it takes everything in him to not hike you up and impale you back down on his dick.

“i don’t know,” you looked down shyly, tracing the ink on his shoulder. “it makes me all... blushy.”

johnny’s eyes light up, a metaphorical glimmer forming in them. “okay, now you have to tell me.” his index and thumb reach up to your cheek to pinch it. “i like when you get all blushy.”

your face heats even more, batting his hand away to burry your head in the crook of johnny’s neck.

“okay, i’ll tell you, but you can’t look at me while i do it.”

johnny is confused by this. “what?” he attempts to pull you out of where his neck meets his shoulder, but to no avail. “someone’s embarrassed,” he teases, however cushioning the remark while soothingly running his hands all over the expanse of your back.

“am not.” you huffed against his skin, squirming a bit in his lap, and he can’t control the twitch his cock gives then. “just... put your chin on my shoulder or something when i’m talking, so you can’t look at me.”

in your mind, this position is perfect: you’re sat in his lap, facing him, with your face buried against his body, and him looking behind you, while still cradling your back. you just thought you’d feel more comfortable speaking about something so dirty if no eyes were on you.

johnny obliges, gently laying his chin on your shoulder, and gives you a little squeeze to encourage you to continue. “go ahead, baby.”

your eyes fluttered closed, not only at the pet name you adored being called, but also so you can prepare. you know it must seem silly — having so many precautions — but talking about something dirty isn’t exactly your forte; it makes your timid, and you hoped you’ll overcome it one day.

“your moans are like... really pretty.” you’re breathless already, feeling heat absorb your body once you realized you’ve begun.

“pretty?” even though he can’t see your face, his eyes still move to the side.

“yeah.” your toes dig into the sheets behind johnny, as you’re literally sat in between his spread legs with your bottom on the mattress, and your legs latched over either side of his hips.

“pretty like your moans?” he smiles, kissing you beneath your ear, and making you whimper softly. “like that one?”

you didn’t know why the topic made you so particularly timid; maybe because it’s so vulnerable. but it’s johnny you’re talking with! as the thought marinates in your mind, you realized your fear is about being humiliated or laughed at, and you knew johnny would never do that.

“yours are prettier than mine,” you breathlessly laughed, tilting your head to the side so your cheek is pressed to his chest. this causes johnny’s head to retract from its previous position, and he moves slowly to see if it’s all right to look at you. you don’t object.

he sits up against the headboard, bringing you with him. “yours are prettier — could listen to you moan my name all day.”

this makes you flustered, but in a sweet way, and you compose yourself for a few seconds before sitting up straight to look at johnny.

“yours are hot.” you’re straightforward with it, flicking your eyes between his gaze, and his chest as you trace over his swallow. “they get like, all deep, and stuff.”

“all deep and stuff?” he smirks, a chuckle coming soon after. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes closing momentarily to savor the contact.

“mhmm,” you nod. “and your voice gets raspy when you’re like... you know.” your face heats.

“no, i don’t know.” his nose nudges your cheek. “tell me.”

you look at him through your eyelashes, a shy smile on your lips. “when you’re... close.”

johnny smiles smugly, his grip around your back tightening. his cock throbs between you both, having woken up significantly during the duration of your conversation; and if he’s not mistaken, he thinks it’s aroused you as well, if your slick hole dripping onto him is anything to go by (which he thinks it is).

“my voice gets raspy when i’m about to cum?”

“hmm,” you looked at him dreamily, no longer feeling shy. the wetness accumulating between your thighs has changed your mood, and you wanted to get fucked again like you were not even thirty minutes ago. “i like it.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, brushing your lips against his.

“well, i would hope so.” the both of you laugh in unison between kisses.

you rose up on your hips, just enough to begin sliding his cock between your folds. johnny’s hands grip your hips, growling lowly.

“yeah, like that.” you joked, although continuing to move.

“i wanna hear your pretty moans, too.” his voice has dropped tremendously, which isn’t uncommon when his cockhead is an angry red, wishing for a release. “wanna fuck you again.”

you lift yourself a little more, so his tip now rests at your entrance. nonetheless, you remained stationary, simply hovering over him.

that is, until he yanked you down, causing you to take all of him in one go. you cried out, already feeling weak in your thighs.

“you know i don’t like being teased, baby.”

woozi is pretty harsh when doing it. might use his cock to do so too, sometimes. he loves to do it when he’s eating you out—gives a couple slaps in between, here and there. right on your clit too.

jeonghan does it when you least expect it, because that man loves to catch you off guard. he can be gentle or rough about it—depends on his mood. if he’s in a good mood, the little slaps are meant to stimulate your clit for your own satisfaction. if he’s in a shit mood, the firm slaps are meant as punishment.

joshua likes to see the facial expressions you make, so he always has you on your back when he does it. he’s always so teasingly slow. never rushes the process—even if you beg him to satisfy you properly. the wet sounds your sopping cunt makes, is what he does it for. the view is something he finds rather endearing as well.

dk (dokyeom) does it gently, but is so so nasty about it. wouldn’t be surprised if you came just from him slapping your cunt a couple times. he loves to do it when you have your panties still on. that way he can see your wetness through the fabric.

THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING

jeonghan this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

jun's orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. junhui’s a very pretty crier, after all <3.

wonwoo lasts mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply.

dino will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. chan thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because chan gets so lost in everything, including giving up control.

THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

s.coups (seungcheol) lasts like 2 minutes, please. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d be the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make choi seungcheol cry. make him. it’s beautiful.

dk (dokyeom) is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he’s probably watched a video where a person lasted an hour and thought, 'oh must be worth it', and asked you to try it on him. but just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever.

mingyu can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him, he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for you tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever.

the8 (minghao) doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum, he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring, honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you.

seungkwan wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you wanted to see where his head was at, exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like, okay, that’s absolutely not a problem :).

THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

joshua could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3. you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. shua's so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man.

hoshi most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. he’s just impatient, and can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to.

woozi loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun!

camboy!taeyong who adores putting on a show, truly. making the viewers forget all about the daily struggles they faced and solely focusing on him is everything he wants to achieve. not to mention that the money he gets thrown at him is more than worth it. he studied his viewers, knows what they want to see as he playfully licks his lips, his cock hard and erect on full display. "someone needs to help me, it hurts." he‘s wincing, grazing over his shaft with his fingertips and eliciting yet another deep moan from his mouth, knowing very well that everyone fucking loved seeing him like this.

camboy!johnny who‘s telling you that you did such a great job, his face fucked out from his own little doings. it‘s been hours since he‘s been playing with himself, previous releases coating his hands and staining them further. "you‘ve been so good today." he‘s cooing into the cam, that infamous grin painted across his features, "i just know you were so fucking good, trying your best and all." his voice was soothing, melting off the walls as he took his cock in his hands, a small vein garnished around his girth as he spread the pre cum to make himself properly wet, "now now." his voice becoming deeper, "let me show you just how good you are, okay?”

camboy!yuta whose face is hidden, the vibrant red hair being his trademark as his hair strands lazily covered his already concealed features. the tip of his cock looked angry, fading a dark shade of red as it throbbed in his hand. he‘s so messy with it, his strokes lacking in an even pace as he carefully pushed his mask aside to show his lips to his viewers. he’s cautious, doesn‘t want his face to be exposed as he let a bulb of spit hit his shaft, rubbing the saliva on his cock before continuing his movements. "just like that." his head falls back, "that’s perfect, won’t you agree?" chest rising and falling as his breath quickened at the newish found pace.

camboy!doyoung who‘s looking at the cam with a big grin on his face, eyes glazed over. his hands grabbing a hold of his cock, lazily stroking his shaft while hissing out ever so often. he‘s biting down on his lower lip to prevent it from quivering, his body running hot as his thumb rubbed circles around his tip, spreading the pre-cum around and teasing himself in the process. "oh god." doyoung is sobbing out, "f-fuck oh m- oh my god- 's good, 's good-" and other barely audible curses, the views on his live stream increasing every minute.

camboy!jaehyun whose face is also hidden with a mask, his legs spread while the cam captures every little detail of his body. one of his hands is resting behind his head while the other one teases himself with soft touches. "i‘m so hard" he‘s laughing, his cock throbbing and resting on his pelvis, leaving stains of pre cum all over. his body felt hot and needy, the confidence that radiated through him did a great job in enhancing said beautiful features of his as he took his length in his hands, fisting himself in painfully slow strokes for his viewers.

camboy!jungwoo who‘d be a little sweetheart if it wasn‘t for his insanely pretty cock taking all the show. it’s very pale, light pink and flushed head, and not veiny at all, oozing pre-cum. he‘s cheeky but cute, "you‘re doing such a great job for me." his voice faint and playfully alluring his viewers to stay for more, "you‘re here again? i‘m so glad." his head lightly lolling back as he particularly harshly squeezed the top of his cock, grinding himself into his fist. the pout on his lips was adorable, cutesy even, a soft pink tint painted across his cheeks which showed on how close he was to taste his climax, his groans becoming louder within a minute, "now, who wants to see me cum?”

camboy!mark who‘s edging himself because he knows that‘s something everyone wants to see. "fuck, don‘t wanna cum." his eyes are scrunched shut, head thrown back as his strokes become faster, his mouth agape as he breathed out hard from all the pleasure. mark opened his eyes now, they were glassy with lust covering them, "i don‘t want wanna cum yet." with that he‘s forcing himself to let go of his cock, an annoyed groan escaping his throat, "fuck, fuck." a chant of curses were all he was able to let go of, trying to compose himself to go for yet another round. "lets try again, shall we?”

8 things lee donghyuck does

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17 things lee chan does

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cw: fluff and suggestive, do not interact if you’re under 18

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