[jongst4r]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 ─── the more you try to stop it, the more it burns

i. about me | ii. rules | iii. library

✦ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 ✦ iv. wips | v. anon list | vi. taglist

vii. last published fic : practice makes perfect

escaping the night like a ─── 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

© jongst4r, 2026

[jongst4r]

Am I too late to request?? Hehe maybe Jungwon and reader having so muchhhhhhh tension that neither of them can't get it but others do

hell yeah a jungwon request!!!!

warnings: heavy sexual tension, very suggestive, jealousy, mutual pining, kissing, making out, light dry humping, possessiveness if you squint!

the practice room feels smaller whenever jungwon is in it with you.

you stand near the mirror, adjusting the strap of your top while jungwon runs through the choreography again. his white t-shirt clings to his skin from sweat, hair falling into his eyes as he moves. every sharp turn of his body, every precise roll of his hips makes your throat feel dry. you try to focus on the music, but your eyes keep drifting back to the way his muscles flex under the fabric.

jungwon catches your gaze in the mirror and holds it for a second too long. something electric passes between you. he falters for half a beat in the choreography — something that almost never happens.

“sorry,” he mutters, stopping to catch his breath. “got distracted.”

you swallow hard. “yeah. me too.”

the other members are scattered around the room, and every single one of them notices. jake raises an eyebrow. sunghoon smirks behind his water bottle. even ni-ki whispers something to heeseung that makes him chuckle quietly.

but neither you nor jungwon seem to realize how obvious it is.

later that afternoon during a break, you sit on the floor stretching your legs. jungwon drops down beside you without a word, closer than necessary. his knee brushes against your thigh and stays there. the warmth of his skin makes your pulse jump.

“you’ve been working really hard lately,” he says softly, voice low so only you can hear. his fingers absentmindedly trace a small circle on the floor near your hand. “i’m proud of you.”

your breath catches. “thanks, wonnie.”

he looks at you then — really looks. his eyes drop to your lips for a fraction of a second before flicking back up. the air feels thick. you’re both frozen, caught in that heavy moment until jay clears his throat loudly from across the room.

“you two good over there?” jay asks, amusement clear in his voice.

jungwon pulls back slightly, ears turning pink. “yeah. just… helping with stretches.”

you nod quickly, face warm. the members exchange knowing looks again.

the tension follows you everywhere.

during dinner at the dorm that night, jungwon sits directly across from you. every time you reach for something, your hands nearly brush. when you laugh at something he says, his eyes soften in a way that makes your stomach flip. he keeps refilling your water before you even ask, and his fingers linger every single time.

“you guys are disgusting,” sunoo says suddenly, grinning as he pokes at his food. “the tension is so thick i can’t even eat.”

you blink. “what tension?”

jungwon looks equally confused. “we’re just eating.”

the whole table bursts into laughter. heeseung shakes his head. “you two are actually hopeless.”

later that evening, you’re helping jungwon with some lyrics in his room. the door is cracked open, but the space still feels too intimate. you’re both sitting on his bed, papers spread between you. his shoulder presses against yours as he leans in to point at a line.

“what do you think about this part?” he asks, voice quieter than usual.

you turn your head to answer and suddenly your faces are inches apart. neither of you moves. your eyes drop to his lips. his drop to yours. the tension feels suffocating, delicious, unbearable.

“jungwon…” you whisper.

his hand comes up slowly, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the touch sends electricity down your spine. for a moment you think he might kiss you.

then jake walks past the open door and whistles. “yo, leader! stop eye-fucking your best friend and come play games with us!”

jungwon pulls away instantly, cheeks flushed. “we’re not— i wasn’t—”

you both avoid eye contact for the rest of the night.

the breaking point comes three days later.

after a long schedule, the group gathers at the dorm for a movie night. you’re exhausted and end up falling asleep halfway through, head eventually landing on jungwon’s shoulder. he freezes at first, then slowly relaxes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

the members pretend to watch the movie, but they keep stealing glances.

“they’re so stupid,” ni-ki whispers loudly. “just date already.”

“shh,” sunghoon says, but he’s smiling.

when the movie ends, everyone starts heading to bed. jungwon stays perfectly still, not wanting to wake you. but when you stir and blink up at him sleepily, the tension snaps back into place stronger than ever.

“hi,” you whisper.

“hi,” he replies, voice hoarse.

his eyes are dark, fixed on your lips again. his hand is still on your waist, thumb stroking small circles over your shirt. you’re both breathing a little heavier. the room is quiet now that the others have left.

“i should… go to bed,” you say, but you don’t move.

“yeah,” jungwon agrees, but his grip tightens slightly.

neither of you moves.

then suddenly his hand slides up to cup your cheek. “fuck it,” he breathes, and kisses you.

the kiss is desperate, months of built-up tension exploding at once. you climb into his lap, hands fisting in his hair as he groans into your mouth. his hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling you closer until you’re straddling him properly.

“been wanting this for so long,” he pants between kisses. “you have no idea.”

you roll your hips against him and he hisses, head falling back. his hands slide under your shirt, gripping your waist as you grind down again.

the tension that everyone else could see for months finally breaks right there on the couch.

jungwon kisses you like he’s starving, tongue sliding against yours while his hands explore your body with barely contained hunger. you moan softly into his mouth and he swallows the sound, hips bucking up to meet yours.

“we’re so stupid,” you whisper, smiling against his lips.

“so fucking stupid,” he agrees, pulling you back down into another deep kiss.

for once, the tension doesn’t feel heavy anymore.

it feels like relief.

© jongst4r, 2026

taglist: @solonenova, @neabrownn, @drowsypanther, @redessertired, @pinkdazed, @enhypenlvrsstuff, @strwberrylhs, @insignificantlillady,  @vanillakirstein, @jaeynslutt, @d2iose, @gchirpy, @k13endall, @phjayyy, @unnatrual, @kookiesnkim, @kpopishgirlie, @kaejua, @ineedjaeyun, @moonchild-31, @cortised, @borderdaytwo, @wonrlls, @heartsski, @dollhoonki, @kristynaaah, @d1m-cataclysm, @bitemhoon, @wh0re4deonnu, @heesno1gooner, @nota10butadefinite8, @f3mmef4rie, @nishimura-kitty, @chanchamm, @meowseongg, @heelvcr, @peachyaeger, @heehee67, @hoonsonenonly, @alleiraa

[jongst4r]

HARD THOUGHT (p. jay)

pairing: husband!jay x chubby!reader || wc: 1.4k || cw: smut! established relationship, kissing, fingering, oral (f rec.), nipple/clit play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, praise, body worship, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this is so sweet and fluffy, thank you anomie for the request 🥹

the ballroom shines under crystal chandeliers, but jay only has eyes for you.

you stand beside him in a deep emerald gown that hugs your curves beautifully. the fabric flows over your slightly chubby figure like liquid silk, accentuating the soft swell of your belly, the fullness of your breasts, and the plush thickness of your thighs. your hair is styled elegantly, and the delicate makeup makes your eyes sparkle. 

to jay, you look like a goddess.

“god, you’re stunning tonight,” he whispers in your ear during a quiet moment, his hand resting possessively on your lower back. “i can’t stop staring at my wife.”

you blush, gently nudging him. “stop, we’re in public.”

“i don’t care,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “let them stare. you’re the most beautiful woman here.”

the party goes on, but the tension between you two only grows. every time jay looks at you, his gaze lingers on the way the dress clung to your body, how your breasts presses against the neckline, how your hips sway when you walk. by the time the event ends, the air between you feels electric.

instead of heading straight to the car, jay takes your hand and leads you outside into the quiet gardens behind the venue.

“it’s peaceful out here,” he says softly, pulling you close as you walk along the moonlit path. “we barely get moments like this since our little one was born. i missed this… just us.”

you lean into him, smiling. “me too. i love being a mom, but i miss slow nights with you.”

the garden is empty and quiet. jay spots a flowering tree nearby and, with a mischievous grin, reaches up and plucks a couple of delicate white flowers.

“jay! you can’t just—”

“shh, no one’s looking,” he chuckles, tucking one gently behind your ear. he steps back to admire you, eyes soft with adoration. “there. my beautiful wife with flowers in her hair. you look like a dream.”

your heart flutters. he leans in and kisses you slowly under the moonlight, hands cupping your face like you are precious.

because, at least to him, you truly are.

your feet start aching after a while in your heels. without a word, jay scoops you up bridal-style, carrying you effortlessly towards the parking lot.

“jay, put me down! i’m too heavy—” you protests, cheeks burning.

“you’re perfect,” he says firmly, kissing your forehead. “and i love carrying my wife. let me take care of you.”

he carries you all the way to the car, only setting you down once you reach it. instead of taking the usual route home, jay chooses the longer scenic road, one hand resting on your thigh the entire drive, fingers occasionally tracing soft circles on your skin. the quiet music and city lights passing by make everything feel intimate.

when you finally arrive home, the house is silent — your toddler is staying with jay’s parents for the night. you head straight to the bedroom and sit at your vanity table, beginning to remove your jewelry.

“jay?” you call softly. “can you help me unzip my dress, baby? i can’t reach it.”

he appears behind you in the mirror, eyes dark as he slowly drags the zipper down your back. the emerald fabric parts, revealing your smooth skin. the dress pools at your waist, leaving you in just your strapless bra and panties.

jay’s hands linger on your shoulders. “you look incredible in this dress… but you look even better out of it.”

he leans down and kisses the side of your neck, then your shoulder. you tilt your head, giving him more access. the kiss deepens quickly. jay turns your chair around and pulls you up into a heated kiss, tongues sliding together as he backs you against the vanity table.

your hands fumble with his shirt buttons while he lifts you onto the table, stepping between your legs. makeup brushes and jewelry scattered as he kisses you desperately, hands roaming over your body.

“been wanting you all night,” he growls against your lips. “you have no idea what this gown did to me. the way it hugged your beautiful belly… your thighs… your breasts… i'm obsessed, baby.”

he kisses down your neck to your chest, pulling your bra down so your full breasts spill out. jay groans at the sight, cupping them with both hands.

“fuck, i love these,” he whispers, voice thick with lust. he leans in and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his thumb circles the other. you moan, back arching as he worships your breasts with lips, tongue, and soft praises.

“so perfect… so soft… all mine.”

he helps you off the vanity and guides you to the bed, laying you down gently. jay removes the rest of his clothes and your dress completely, then settles between your thighs.

he kisses every inch of you — starting with your wrists, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, then moving down to your navel. he spends extra time there, licking and kissing the soft curve of your belly with so much love it almost makes your chest ache.

“i love this belly,” he murmurs, nipping gently. “love how it feels under my hands. love that it carried our son. it's so fucking beautiful.”

he moves lower, spreading your thighs wide and kissing the plush flesh there. “these thighs drive me crazy. so thick and soft… i could bury my face in them forever.”

finally, he reaches your core. jay looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes before diving in. his tongue licks a slow, broad stripe up your pussy, then focuses on your clit, sucking gently while two fingers push inside you.

you cry out, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with devotion. he moanes against you, the vibrations sending sparks through your body.

“you taste so good, baby. so wet for me already.”

he adds a third finger, curling them perfectly while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. your thighs tremble around his head as you come hard, moaning his name loudly.

jay doesn't stop. he keeps licking you through the aftershocks, gentling his touches until you are whimpering.

he finally crawls up your body, kissing your belly, your breasts, your neck, and finally your lips as he positions himself between your legs.

“i need you,” he whispers, rubbing his cock against your soaked folds. “want to feel you around me.”

you nod eagerly. jay pushes in slowly, savoring every inch until he's buried deep inside you. both of you moan at the feeling.

“fuck… you're so tight and warm,” he groans. he starts moving in deep, steady thrusts, missionary so he can look into your eyes and kiss you constantly.

jay worships you the entire time — hands kneading your breasts, lips sucking on your nipples, fingers occasionally rubbing your clit. he kisses your wrists again, then your belly, all while thrusting deeply.

“you’re so beautiful,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “every part of you. your soft belly, your thick thighs squeezing me, your perfect tits bouncing every time i fuck you… i’m so in love with you.”

his pace quickens, hips snapping harder as pleasure builds again. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“jay— i’m close again—”

“cum for me, baby. let me feel you.”

you shatter around him, clenching tightly. jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken moan as he fills you with warm spurts of cum. he keeps thrusting slowly, pushing his release deeper while kissing you through both your highs.

afterwards, jay collapses beside you and immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you close. he strokes your hair, kisses your forehead, and whispers sweet praises.

“you were perfect tonight,” he murmurs, hand gently rubbing your belly. “my gorgeous wife. i love every single part of you.”

you smile sleepily, cuddling into his chest. “i love you too. thank you for tonight… for carrying me, for the flower, for everything.”

jay chuckles softly and kisses the top of your head. “anything for you. always.”

he gets up briefly to bring a warm towel, cleaning you gently before pulling the covers over both of you. you fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, the memory of the gown, the moonlight, and the flowers lingering sweetly between you.

© jongst4r, 2026

taglist: @solonenova, @neabrownn, @drowsypanther, @redessertired, @pinkdazed, @enhypenlvrsstuff, @strwberrylhs, @insignificantlillady, @vanillakirstein, @jaeynslutt, @d2iose, @gchirpy, @k13endall, @phjayyy, @unnatrual, @kookiesnkim, @kpopishgirlie, @kaejua, @ineedjaeyun, @moonchild-31, @cortised, @borderdaytwo, @wonrlls, @heartsski, @dollhoonki, @kristynaaah, @d1m-cataclysm, @bitemhoon, @wh0re4deonnu, @heesno1gooner, @nota10butadefinite8, @f3mmef4rie, @nishimura-kitty, @chanchamm, @meowseongg, @heelvcr, @peachyaeger, @heehee67, @hoonsonenonly, @alleiraa

[jongst4r]

just checked my taglist form… michael jackson 67 i’m keeping an eye on you 👀👀👀

[jongst4r]

hellaurrrr i saw ur requests open and here I am 😍😍 i have a jay smut request w slightly chubby!reader (it's a very detailed one lahxksbdks)... basically Jay and reader have a toddler son (both married) and they go to a party at night (not with son) and Jay finds his wife absolutely gorgeous in her gown, so like after the party, they have a walk outside the venue cuz it's peaceful and quiet, yk like spending quiet time with each other since they haven't got to do that after their son was born... they pluck some flowers sneakily from a tree nearby and Jay puts it behind his wife's ear cuz she'd look pretty... when returning back to the car, Jay carries his wife cuz her feet hurt and takes her to the car... they go home late at night (broskis take the longer route home cuz why not) and while reader is taking her jewellery off at her vanity dressing table, she asks Jay to unzip her dress cuz she's not able to do it... and yk shit escalates 😍 they make out on the vanity table, then have sex in bed... i hope it's not bad 😭 and I'd rly love of u include praise kink (Jay being in love with reader's breasts, thighs and belly), nipple/clit play, oral (f rec), navel and wrist kisses and missionary position pls! i hope I'm not asking for too much, i just love the way you write so I thought u could pull this off 🫶🏻🫶🏻

and u can ignore this ask if you don't want to write it, no issues 💕

this one is coming in a few minutes!! 😏

[jongst4r]

what the FUCK is this match

[jongst4r]

🥥 hiii, ill take my time to reply to the other message later but i just wanted to say that your new nicho fic was soooo good i loved it ! maybe its the one you were talking about a few days ago ? bye bye 💕

(btw no hatred im french but i promise not all of us are assholes and im rooting for spain tomorrow :) !)

mwah no worries take your time 🫂 i’m so glad you liked it!! 🥹 and nope, it’s not the one i was talking about… that one will be my first riki fic 😛

you’re so cute lmao you’re one of the nicest french people i’ve ever met, love you so much 😔

[jongst4r]

all the spanish commenters saying we’re taking the star home tomorrow… that fucking match can’t come fast enough

[jongst4r]

a little announcement/proposal 😛

as you may know, tomorrow is the world cup final and, happily, spain might (and will!!!!!! please manifest with me) get the second star 🥹

“what does this have to do with me?” you might be asking yourselves. well, i’m a huge football fan. a huuuuuge one (i cry when my dear atlético de madrid wins, that’s how bad it is). as you may or may not know, it’s been 16 years since we last won the world cup. so, as a way of sharing my happiness with you i’ve decided i’ll be opening some… ✨special requests✨

why are they special? because they might give you a part 2, an extra scene, headcanons, a certain scene… (whatever you want, really) of any fic or drabble of mine you want. what i need you do to is to comment your wishes and your ideas under this post (i.e. “part 2 of between sheets in which (x) happens,” “extra scene of ruin the friendship when (x) happens”)

why does it need to be on the comments? because i’ll be choosing the ones (1-3 so they don’t pile up with your requests) based on the number of likes of the comment 🫡

also, don’t be shy!!! you can comment on people’s comments and i’ll be taking those into account too!! (i.e. someone wants to see how sunghoon and reader’s relationship went after everything that happened in lab partner? you can comment you want to see if sunghoon asked her out, how friends reacted… idk, your choice, really!)

i really wanted to do this because i see some of you guys asking for continuations of fics and i never get to them since i don’t really know what you want to see 💔 so yeah, i hope you like this idea and that you don’t let me flop LMAOOO 😭 (also!!! don’t include scenarios or things that i haven’t written. for example, if you want to request munch!sunoo that’s for my requests, not for here 🫡)

this special thingy i just invented will be closed next saturday, so i can give you some time to think and comment. so… there you go! 😽

[jongst4r]

extra time — park sunghoon (teaser !!)

synopsis: when you meet sunghoon park — south korea’s calm, elite centre-back and vice-captain — during the world cup, professional interviews slowly turn into late-night conversations, gentle support, and stolen moments of connection.

as south korea pushes toward glory, so does hiding your growing feelings. through support, laughter, and quiet closeness, you discover something special that stays with you long after the final whistle.

pairing: footballer!sunghoon x reporter!reader

wc: est. 12k

cw/warnings: fluff! slow-burn, mild emotional distress (sports related), talks about being under pressure, disappointments, insecurities, expectations. one kiss, strong language

release date: july 19th, right after the world cup final ;)

the mixed zone after the match is chaotic, journalists crowding the barriers with cameras flashing and recorders thrust forward like eager weapons. the air feels humid and charged, thick with the scent of sweat, grass, and lingering adrenaline from the pitch. the players file through in waves, some pausing for quick quotes with tired smiles, others walking past with headphones on, heads down, lost in their own debriefs. you wait patiently near the designated spot, assigned specifically to sunghoon today, your notebook clutched tight and questions already mentally rehearsed.

when he approaches, towel around his neck, hair damp with sweat and slightly tousled, jersey clinging slightly to his frame from the exertions of ninety minutes, your pulse quickens despite your professionalism. he looks every bit the ice prince under the harsh mixed zone lights, broad shoulders still squared from the game, but up close there’s a subtle tiredness mixed with quiet satisfaction in his eyes, a faint flush on his cheeks that speaks to the effort he poured out.

“sunghoon park,” you begin, microphone steady in your hand, voice warm but professional, cutting through the surrounding din. “congratulations on the win and the clean sheet. you were instrumental at the back tonight. how did the defense hold up against their physical attacks?”

he stops fully, turning toward you with deliberate care. his gaze meets yours directly, polite and attentive, dark eyes steady without any hint of evasion. a small, shy smile touches his lips, the kind that barely shows but feels genuine, softening the sharp lines of his features for just a moment. “thank you. the team prepared well. we communicated a lot on the pitch, stayed compact. it’s a good start, but we know every match gets harder.”

you nod, following up smoothly, the words flowing as the crowd noise fades into background static. “your aerial duel win in the first half was crucial. and that long ball leading to the first goal — was that something practiced in training, or instinctive?”

“a bit of both,” he answers, voice calm and low, carrying that measured tone that makes every syllable feel intentional. “the coaches drilled set-pieces endlessly, but reading the moment… that comes with experience and trust in your teammates.” he shifts slightly on his feet, still looking at you, water bottle in one hand, the towel draped casually.

then you ask the tougher one, the kind that makes some players defensive or curt. “some analysts said before the tournament that the backline might struggle with pace. how do you respond to that after tonight?”

sunghoon pauses briefly, considering, then lets out a genuine laugh — soft, surprised, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that lights up his whole expression. it’s rare post-match, especially after a high-stakes opener, cutting through the usual post-game formality like a breath of fresh air. 

“you came prepared with the tough questions, didn't you?” he teases lightly, tone playful but not mocking, a hint of warmth threading through. “i think we showed tonight that we can handle it. pace is one thing, but positioning and timing matter more. we’ll keep proving it match by match.”

you smile back, the chemistry instant and easy, a natural rhythm settling between question and answer. the interview flows naturally after that, a few more questions about team spirit and his leadership role as vice-third captain. he answers thoughtfully, adding small details that most players gloss over — the specific calls he made during transitions, the way the defenders rotated coverage to blunt counters, little insights born from hours on the training ground.

when it ends, he gives a slight bow of his head, respectful and understated. “good questions. thank you. see you soon.” his eyes linger just a second longer than necessary, holding yours with that same quiet intensity from the pitch, before he moves on down the mixed zone.

you stand there for a moment amid the continuing chaos, replaying the laugh in your head, the way his voice dipped on certain words. "he's handsome, but you're a professional. remember the boundaries", you remind yourself firmly, even as your notes feel heavier with more than just match analysis.

but the spark is undeniable.

© jongst4r, 2026

[jongst4r]

katseye smut from u when? 👀

i didn’t have it in mind but… never say never 👀

[jongst4r]

Honest question. How do you write jay so well? And in your sincerest opinion, how close do you think your writing is to who jay actually is (if that sounds really parasocial, then who you think jay is) Where do you build his personality from (like videos/ gut feeling)

Youre an incredible writer. I get goosebumps when i see enha vids where the boys act how you describe them

to be honest… i just feel like that’s who jay (or any of the boys) is (really parasocial yes but,,,,, isn’t writing/reading fanfiction parasocial already? lmao a little something to spice up your life never hurt anyone). i just get those vibes from him!! plus, i’m a hopeless romantic who has never fallen in love, so i think i just project my “ideal boyfriend” ideas onto him LMAO 😭 honestly, from what we see and hear (take it with a grain of salt because we don’t know them), i reeeeally think he’s like that: a gentle, caring guy who loves so deeply, genuinely, tenderly and wholeheartedly there’s no way someone couldn’t love him 🙂‍↕️

i feel so happy every time i see one of you saying you “perceive” them the same way i do 🥹

[jongst4r]

The sunoo fic 😭 you did it 😭😭😭 also it made me realize that I didn't mention back then that it was me (🧁) requesting it but nonetheless it made me so happy that you did it. I sometimes feel like I'm dumping too many ideas on you 😭 I hope you never feel pressured or anything and if you do it's always okay to put it aside 🩷

I saw you mention how you're thinking if you should make a separate masterlist for evan. At the end of the day it's your house and your rules and personally it does give me a little happiness seeing him still included in their universe, with everything going on ykwim :( but my personal thoughts shouldn't affect your decision. I hope you do whatever you see fit ✨

Lastly I hope you have an amazing day. And that you're easier on yourself always. You genuinely make enhablr a more magical place and your blog is truly a sacred escape for me. 🩷🫂

THAT WAS YOU????? i’m tagging you on the hts rn so you can find it quicker! 🙂‍↕️ and no please!! i have so much fun whenever i read one of your ideas, i hope you never ran out of them 🥹 i’m quickly catching up on them because some have been on my inbox for two months, and it already have about 40 written down (i have 110 asks rn) andddd i’ll start posting a lot more so i can clean my inbox asap!! (so you get your requests done heheh)🙂‍↕️

if you saw one of the last asks i answered, you’ll see i decided to keep him there 🫡 and he’ll definitely still be included on everything 😛 you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon

MWAH you’re the sweetest person ever! <3 i hope you take care of yourself, too!! your comments always light up my days 🥹

[jongst4r]

you're one of the few writers i know who support all 7 members (yes even if they're 6 now) and i just want to say i LOVE you for that 💕 i hate how everyone else just picked a villain and has stuck with that after march 10 but i'm so glad to see some fans who are sensible enough to not send hate towards any of them at all :))) looking forward to the new fic!!

unless any of them talks about it and we finally know everything what happened behind closed doors, i won’t choose a villain because i love the seven of them!

was i (and i’m still) hurt because of hee’s decision? yes. do i blame him? no. could i be mad at him? yes but, even if i was mad, i will not make him the villain of the story. and i think anyone who can read between the lines can (and will clearly) see who the real villain is :))

(on a different topic, i can’t understand how you can go from loving someone to wishing for his death from one day to another, all because he left a group :) mind you i did that with zayn when he left one direction. i was TWELVE 💀 aren’t engenes always calling themselves mature? act like it)

on top of that, i promised i would always support and love all 7, and i don’t break promises 😛 so i’ll keep supporting them until the very end

[jongst4r]

…is this a safe place to say i need her to put me through the mattress?

[jongst4r]

roommate remedy (w. nicholas)

your roommate walks in on you masturbating… whoops?

pairing: dom!nicholas x sub!reader || wc: 3k || cw: smut! kissing, making out, masturbation, use of toys, accidental walk-in, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec.), p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play(?), light spanking, dirty talk, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: i missed writing for &team and mr yixiang has been looking extra fine lately

nicholas and you have been sharing a house for almost eight months now. and, against all odds, the arrangement works surprisingly well. the two of you clicked from the very first viewing — easy conversation, shared playlists, similar senses of humor that turn late-night kitchen talks into laughing fits over nothing. he’s respectful, funny, and surprisingly tidy for a guy in his mid-twenties. you cook together sometimes, argue over which reality show is the most unhinged, and split groceries without keeping score. it feels like a genuine friendship, comfortable and low-pressure.

you find him attractive, sure. tall, sharp jawline, dark hair that falls into his eyes when he laughs, and that quiet confidence that makes him effortlessly magnetic. but that’s it. no butterflies, no crush, no romantic feelings. just pure physical appreciation. you’ve caught him staring more than once — eyes lingering on your cleavage when you wear loose tank tops around the apartment, or dropping to your ass when you bend over to grab something from the fridge. he always looks away quickly, cheeks faintly pink, and you pretend not to notice.

it’s harmless. mutual, even.

what isn’t harmless is how unbearably horny you’ve been lately.

it’s been months since you last had sex. your last situationship ended messily, and between work stress and just not wanting to deal with dating apps, you’ve been in a long dry spell. your vibrator has been working overtime, but it’s not the same as being touched by someone else — skin on skin, weight pressing you down, hands that aren’t your own. the ache has been building for weeks, a constant low hum under your skin that makes you restless.

nicholas mentioned that morning he’d be gone most of the afternoon — some errands across town, then meeting a friend. you waved him off with a smile, already mentally planning your solo session. the second the front door clicked shut, you let out a long breath. the apartment was finally yours.

you start slow and indulgent. you run a warm bath, adding your favorite lavender-scented bubbles. you light a couple of candles on the bathroom counter and dim the lights, soft r&b playing from your phone speaker. you soak for nearly forty minutes, letting the hot water loosen every tight muscle. your fingers trail lazily over your body under the water — circling your nipples, sliding down your stomach, teasing between your thighs without rushing. by the time you step out, your skin is flushed and your core is already throbbing with need.

wrapped in just a towel, you move to your bedroom. the leds are set to a deep red-purple glow, casting everything in a sultry light. you put on a slow playlist — the weeknd, sza, daniel caesar — and let the music fill the room. you drop the towel and climb onto your bed, completely naked, pillows arranged behind you so you can recline comfortably.

your hands start exploring immediately. you cup your breasts, squeezing gently, rolling your nipples between your fingers until they pebble. a soft sigh escapes you. “fuck, i needed this,” you murmur to yourself. one hand slides lower, tracing your inner thighs before dipping between your legs. you’re already wet, slick coating your fingers as you spread it over your clit.

you circle slowly at first, teasing, building it up. your hips twitch. “mmh… yes…” the words slip out naturally. you’ve been alone long enough that you don’t hold back anymore. you push two fingers inside yourself, curling them, pumping steadily while your other hand keeps working your clit. the wet sounds mix with the music. your breathing grows heavier, moans rising freely.

“god, i’m so fucking horny,” you whisper, voice breathy. “i need to cum so bad…”

you pick up the pace, fingers thrusting faster. your back arches off the bed. the first orgasm hits you hard after a few minutes — sudden and intense, thighs shaking as you ride your hand through it. you cry out, loud and unrestrained, “fuck— yes, right there— oh my god…”

you don’t stop. you keep going, drawing it out, then switch to your vibrator. it’s a strong one, the kind with multiple settings. your best friend was the one who bought it for you, "just in case a man disappoint you!" she said.

you click it on medium and press the buzzing head directly against your swollen clit. your whole body jolts.

“shit— too much,” you gasp, but you don’t pull it away. instead you spread your legs wider, knees bent, giving yourself full access. the vibrations send sharp pleasure shooting through you. you push the toy lower, sliding it along your folds before pressing it inside just a little, then back to your clit. your moans get louder, shameless.

“fuck… i wish someone was here to fuck me properly,” you pant, talking to the empty room. “need a cock so bad… been so empty for months…”

the second orgasm builds faster. your free hand pinches your nipple hard. the vibrator hums relentlessly. you’re writhing on the sheets now, hips grinding against the toy.

“i’m gonna cum again— fuck, i’m cumming—!” your voice breaks into a loud, drawn-out moan as the second climax crashes over you, even stronger than the first. your legs tremble violently, pussy clenching and gushing. you keep the vibrator pressed there through the aftershocks, riding every wave until it becomes too sensitive and you finally switch it off with a shaky hand.

you lie there panting, chest heaving, a blissed-out smile on your face. the room smells like candles and sex. your body feels loose and satisfied for the first time in weeks. you close your eyes, letting the music wash over you, completely unaware of the front door opening.

nicholas had come back earlier than expected. traffic was lighter than he thought. he stepped inside quietly, kicking off his shoes, and heard the music coming from your room. then he heard the moans.

at first he froze, thinking maybe you were watching something. but the sounds were raw, real. your voice — loud, needy, saying things that made heat rush straight to his groin. he stood in the hallway for a minute, conflicted, but when another loud cry echoed and then suddenly cut off, worry spiked. what if something was wrong? you sounded like you were in pain… or something like that.

he knocked softly. no answer.

he knocked again. “hey… are you okay in there?”

still nothing. the music was still playing, but no response. genuine concern took over. he turned the handle slowly and pushed the door open.

the sight that greeted him stopped him dead.

you sprawled on your bed, naked, legs still slightly spread, skin glistening with sweat, vibrator lying beside your thigh, your fingers shiny with your own arousal. your eyes fly open at the sound of the door and lock onto him in pure horror.

“oh my god—!” you scramble desperately, yanking the comforter over your body, face burning crimson. “nico! what the fuck— get out! oh my god, i— i didn’t hear you—”

you’re mortified, pulling the blanket all the way up to your chin, heart hammering so hard you feel dizzy. this is your housemate. your friend. the guy who makes you laugh over burnt toast. and he just saw you like this — legs open, mid-afterglow, talking filth to yourself.

nicholas stands there for a second, eyes wide, but then his expression shifts. the initial shock melts into something darker, amused. a slow, low laugh rumbles out of his chest.

he doesn’t leave. he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“damn,” he says, voice a little rough. “if you needed it that bad, you could’ve just asked for my help, you know.”

your brain short-circuits. you stare at him, mouth open, cheeks impossibly hotter. “i— what?”

he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. his eyes rake over the blanket-covered shape of you, lingering like they have so many times before — only this time there’s no pretense.

“i’ve been trying not to stare too obviously,” he admits, still chuckling softly, but there’s heat in his gaze now. “but fuck… hearing you moan like that? saying you need cock? baby, i’ve been hard for you for months every time you walk around in those tiny shorts.”

you’re still flustered beyond words, clutching the blanket like a shield, but his words send a fresh wave of arousal through your oversensitive body. the embarrassment mixes with something else — excitement.

nicholas tilts his head, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. “so… are you gonna kick me out? or do you want me to help you with that problem you were complaining about?”

the air in the room feels thick. your dry spell, the way he’s looking at you, the fact that he just watched you fall apart twice… everything crashes together.

you bite your lip, heart racing, and slowly loosen your grip on the blanket just a little.

“close the door properly,” you whisper, voice shaky but certain.

nicholas’s smirk widens. he locks the door for some reason — it's not like someone else could come inside, given that only you two live there, right? you snort. your laugh dies when you see him pull his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the toned body you’ve only ever glimpsed before.

“good choice,” he murmurs, crawling onto the bed toward you. “now let me take care of you properly this time.”

you swallow hard, heart pounding against your ribs as nicholas crawls onto the bed, shirtless, muscles shifting under smooth skin. the comforter is still clutched to your chest like a lifeline, but your body is already betraying you — nipples tight, core clenching at the sight of him. he looks at you with that lazy, knowing smirk, eyes dark with want.

“you don’t have to hide anymore,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. one hand gently tugs at the edge of the blanket. “i already saw everything. and fuck, you looked so good falling apart like that.”

your face burns, but the embarrassment is fading fast, replaced by pure need. months of frustration bubble up. you let the blanket slip down slowly, exposing your breasts, then your stomach, until it pools around your waist. nicholas’s gaze drops immediately, hungry.

“beautiful,” he breathes. he reaches out, palm skimming up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. you shiver. “been thinking about these for weeks every time you walk around without a bra.”

you let out a shaky laugh. “pervert.”

“guilty.” he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. then another lower, lips closing around your nipple. the wet heat of his mouth makes you moan instantly. he sucks gently, tongue flicking, while his hand squeezes the other breast. your fingers thread into his dark hair, holding him there.

“nico… fuck,” you whisper. it feels different when it’s someone else’s mouth. better.

he moves lower, kissing down your stomach, hands spreading your thighs wide. you’re still slick from your earlier orgasms, pussy glistening. nicholas groans at the sight.

“so wet already. all that from your toys?” he teases, breath hot against your inner thigh. “let me taste how desperate you’ve been.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his tongue drags slowly up your slit, licking up your arousal. your back arches hard, a loud moan tearing from your throat. he chuckles against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.

“be loud again,” he murmurs approvingly. “don’t hold back. i wanna hear everything.”

nicholas eats you out like he’s starving. his tongue circles your clit with perfect pressure, then dips inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. two fingers slide in easily, curling against that spot that makes your toes curl. you’re loud — shamelessly loud — moaning his name, hips grinding against his face.

“yes— right there, oh god— nico, your tongue feels so good,” you babble, head thrown back. he sucks your clit into his mouth and hums, fingers pumping faster. the wet, obscene sounds fill the room alongside your cries.

your third orgasm hits fast and hard. thighs clamping around his head, you shake and gush against his tongue, moaning brokenly. he keeps licking you through it, gentler now, until you push at his shoulders, oversensitive.

he sits up, lips shiny with you, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. his sweats are tented obscenely. you reach for him, palming his cock through the fabric.

“i want you,” you say, voice hoarse. “been needing a real cock for so long.”

nicholas groans, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one motion. his dick springs free — thick, long, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. you wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. he’s heavy and hot in your palm.

“careful,” he warns, hips twitching. “i’ve been hard since i walked in and heard you moaning about needing to be fucked.”

you stroke him faster, thumb swirling over the head. “then fuck me already.”

he flips you onto your back, settling between your spread legs. the head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding through your wetness. he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open. you both moan loudly at the feeling.

“so fucking tight,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “been saving this pussy for me?”

“shut up,” you gasp, but your walls flutter around him. when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, the fullness is overwhelming. perfect.

nicholas starts moving — deep, steady thrusts that make your bed creak. he leans down, kissing you messily, tongues sliding together as he fucks you. one hand pins your wrist above your head, the other grips your hip, pulling you into every stroke.

“feel so good,” he groans against your mouth. “better than i imagined. so warm and wet for me.”

you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. the angle lets him hit deeper, grinding against your g-spot with every thrust. your moans mix with his — raw, needy sounds that echo in the bedroom.

he picks up the pace, pounding into you harder. skin slaps against skin. your breasts bounce with every thrust and he leans down to suck marks into them.

“cum on my cock,” he demands, voice rough. “let me feel you.”

you do — loudly. the fourth orgasm rips through you, pussy clenching rhythmically around him. nicholas curses, fucking you through it, then pulls out suddenly. he strokes himself fast, spilling hot ropes of cum across your stomach and tits with a deep groan.

you both pant, catching your breath. he collapses beside you for a moment, then reaches for tissues on your nightstand, cleaning you up gently.

“that was just round one,” he says with a wicked grin, tossing the tissues aside. “you’ve been horny for months. i’m not letting you leave this bed until you’re satisfied.”

you laugh breathlessly. “bold of you.”

but you discover pretty quicly he really means it.

he pulls you on top of him next, hands guiding your hips as you sink down onto his cock again. you ride him slow at first, grinding in circles, hands braced on his chest. nicholas watches you with hooded eyes, thumbs stroking your nipples.

“fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “so pretty bouncing on my dick.”

you pick up speed, slamming down harder. he meets you with upward thrusts, hitting deep. your moans turn into cries again. he sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, mouth latching onto your neck as you ride him. the new position presses your clit against his pelvis with every roll of your hips.

you cum again like that, shaking in his arms. he flips you onto all fours after, gripping your hips and fucking you from behind. his hand reaches around to rub your clit while he pounds into you, relentless.

“say it again,” he growls, spanking your ass lightly. “tell me what you were moaning earlier.”

“need your cock— fuck, nico, harder— i've been so empty,” you sob into the pillow, pushing back against him.

he gives you what you want, hips snapping fast. the bed shakes. another orgasm tears through you, and this time he follows, burying himself deep and filling you with cum.

you collapse together, sweaty and spent. nicholas pulls you against his chest, arms wrapped around you. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.

“you okay?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. the dominant heat from earlier fades into gentle care.

“more than okay,” you mumble, smiling against his skin. “that was… exactly what i needed.”

he chuckles. “good. because this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing. whenever you’re horny and i’m home… door’s open. literally.”

you snort, lightly slapping his chest. “housemates with benefits?”

“something like that.” he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “no pressure, no strings. just… helping each other out when we need it.”

you nod, already feeling the low thrum of arousal returning as his hand slides down to cup your ass. the afternoon stretches long. he goes down on you again in the shower later, water cascading over both of you while you lean against the tiles and moan his name. then he fucks you against the bathroom counter, slow and deep, making you watch in the mirror as he takes you apart once more.

by evening you’re both exhausted, tangled in your sheets again. nicholas orders takeout while you lie naked against him, his fingers idly playing with your hair.

“this changes nothing between us, right?” you ask quietly, tracing a finger over his abs. “still friends. still housemates.”

“exactly,” he agrees, squeezing your waist. “just… a really fun bonus now.”

you smile, content. the dry spell is officially over, and living with nicholas just got a whole lot more interesting. as the sun sets and the leds glow softly around the room, he rolls you under him again, lips brushing yours.

“ready for round… whatever we’re on now?” he teases.

you laugh and pull him down for a kiss.

“fuck yeah.”

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Please don’t make a separate masterlist☹️ Jungwon said all that because fights were horrid in the fandom and he didn’t want things to escalate + stress the members out during their performance with the fanchant. It doesn’t apply to things YOU create, and after all, it’s just a masterlist it doesn’t negatively affect the members or the fandom so please reconsider and keep the masterlist as it is for old times sake… just a little request from me but I’ll leave it to you🥲❤️

hi hi!! <3 you’re so right! after march 10th i found myself detaching a bit from enha (but for some reason it didn’t affect my writing??? like, i couldn’t see their videos but i could write about them??? idk weird things my brain does), so i thought, in some way, i should consider “separating” them into different masterlists as they’re different “entities” (if that makes any sense lol)

however, as i finally “made peace” with enhypen, i’ve decided i won’t be separating the masterlists as, for me, heeseung is still a part of the group, even is he’s not physically there: he’s in the songs, in the lyrics, in the essence. he’ll always be a part of enhypen’s journey, and no one will ever erase that. so that’s my decision.

also, i’ll still include him on the friend group 😛 my 7 were, are, and will always be my 7