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about me..
➫ call me [K] twenty - one — she / they / her
i love music: TOP 5
1. radiohead
2. ethel cain
3. malice mizer
4. fiona apple
5. mitski
& many many more. . .
my fav colours are black and red, boyliife (luv roman and ryan down), riize (sungchan and eunseok bias), nct (jaehyun luvr).
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ꕤ*.ﾟshy tears [nsfw]
roommate sungchan x shy!reader ⁀➴༯ wc ⋮ 5950
tags ⋮ smut. roommate!sungchan. f!reader. masturbation. unprotected sex. rough. fingering. overstimulation. dirty talk. dacryphilia. choking. creampie. implied cheating kinda? hair pulling mentioned. brief mention of alcohol. verbal degradation kinda if you squint maybe.. language. pics 4 aesthetic purposes only.
notes ⋮ requested! i hope this was as good as you envisioned anon (ó﹏ò｡) AH and i think i got carried away LMFAO sigghh tell me if this is okay PLEASE.ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ily anon!!
pretty doll ! || J. SC
CW: lots of praise, size difference, daddy kink, usage of 'oppa' (once), breeding kink.
a/n: fuck me... i want him so bad please please please
requested by anon. !
"look at you" sungchan breathes, his voice instantly dropping into that thick, gravelly register the second he walks through the door and sees you. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his favorite little outfit—the soft, frilly white dress with the tiny black polka dots, hem resting high on your thighs, your neat white socks and matching shoes making you look so impossibly delicate. "you dressed up just for me, baby? so feminine. so fucking pretty."
he doesn't even take off his jacket before he's crawling onto the mattress, his massive, broad frame completely overshadowing you as he pulls you into his lap. his big hands, rough and warm, immediately slide up your bare thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the frills of your socks. he's peppering your face with soft, adoring kisses, murmuring endless praise against your lips, your cheeks, your jawline. "such a good girl. my beautiful girl. i swear you're trying to drive daddy crazy wearing this."
say cheese.
“been a minute since we kicked it, you’ve been caught up.”
it’s easy to get caught up with life. accidentally leaving friends on delivered for weeks, forgetting plans that were made weeks in advance — like a movie night with a certain someone. it’s just easy to forget from time to time.
song eunseok. smut. close-friends dynamic. cw for head pushing towards the end!!
i just want someone to love me and treat me like I’m their baby…
really need a makeout session where his boner is practically ripping through his pants.
so true
i get Mad asf when a writer i like doesn’t do my Request in 5 seconds
i need someone like this.
by nature
anton x reader. wc 1,246.
we all get hard when our girlfriend calls us big and strong.
beware: handjob, use of the pet name 'baby' (we ALL fw it), kinda submissive anton yess
on the jetski?
smut. boyfriend anton. sneaky sex (exhibitionism), unprotected sex (p in v), he pulls out lmao, slight breastplay, mutual masturbation, aftercare
oh just send me to hell at this point. not proofread! 2.5k+ words
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
rating: M for Mature
warnings: Exchanged phone calls, fwb, wet dreams, light phone sex, romantic tension, cliffhanger
A/N: written on 03/26/26, Published 05/18/26
Roman found himself coming home from work, needing a night of relaxation. Strangely, something had been on his mind lately. In every dream he’s had, you were there. Lately, they had turned sexual. He tried burying it deep in his mind, but it just wouldn’t work.
Roman tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and let out a long breath, rolling the tension from his shoulders. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, leaving him alone with thoughts he had spent weeks trying to outrun. He loosened his tie and poured himself a drink, hoping the burn would distract him long enough to settle whatever storm had been brewing in his head.
It didn’t.
You were still there.
In every passing thought, every moment his mind drifted, it always circled back to you. The way you smiled at him like you knew something he didn’t. The way your voice lingered in his ears long after you’d left the room. Even the smallest things had started to feel dangerous. A brush of your hand. A glance held too long. A laugh that made his chest tighten in a way he hated admitting.
Roman dropped onto the couch and rubbed a hand over his face, frustrated with himself. He wasn’t supposed to think about you like this. He especially wasn’t supposed to crave your attention the way he had been lately.
His phone lit up beside him.
Your name flashed across the screen.
Roman stared at it for a moment, his heartbeat picking up for no reason other than the fact that it was you.
Then he answered.
“Hello?”
Your voice came through soft and tired.
“Did I call too late?”
Roman leaned back, closing his eyes the second he heard you.
“No,” he muttered. “You didn’t.”
And just like that, whatever peace he had been searching for was gone.
Roman stayed quiet for a moment, listening to your breathing on the other end. It was soft, uneven, like you were debating whether you should have called at all.
“You sound tired,” he said, his voice lower now.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
The words should have been simple, but they settled heavily in his chest. Roman glanced at the untouched drink on the table and suddenly didn’t want it anymore. It wasn’t what he needed.
“And calling me helps?” he asked.
A pause.
“Maybe.”
That one word made his jaw tighten. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the floor. He knew he should keep this conversation short. Tell you to get some sleep. Hang up before his mind wandered somewhere it shouldn’t.
Instead, he asked, “What are you wearing?”
The silence that followed was immediate.
Roman closed his eyes and cursed himself.
“That came out wrong.”
A quiet laugh slipped through the speaker. It was enough to make his lips twitch.
“No,” you said softly. “I think it came out exactly how you meant it.”
His throat went dry.
Roman stood from the couch and began pacing the room, running a hand through his hair. He hated how easy this felt. How natural it was slipping into something dangerous with you.
“Don’t do that,” he muttered.
“Do what?”
“Act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Your breathing changed. He heard it. Just enough to notice.
“And what am I doing to you, Roman?”
The sound of his name on your lips nearly made him stop walking.
He moved toward the window instead, staring out at the dark city below. Anything to avoid the image of you that had already started forming in his mind. Curled up somewhere in bed. Phone pressed to your ear. Hair messy. Lips parted just enough to make him imagine what they’d feel like.
“You don’t want me to answer that,” he said.
“Maybe I do.”
His hand tightened around the phone.
The tension between you stretched until it felt unbearable. Roman swallowed hard, every rational thought in his head telling him to end the call.
But then your voice softened.
“Roman.”
He exhaled slowly.
“What?”
“I think about you too.”
That did it.
His head dropped back, eyes squeezing shut as those words wrapped around him. Weeks of restraint cracked all at once.
“You can’t say things like that to me,” he whispered.
“Why not?”
“Because if you were here right now,” he said, his voice rougher than before, “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”
The line went quiet.
Not uncomfortable.
Heavy.
Electric.
Then your voice came back, barely above a whisper.
“Who says I’d want you to?”
Roman stood frozen by the window, your words ringing in his ears.
Who says I’d want you to?
His grip on the phone tightened as his pulse climbed. He should have ended the call. He knew that. Every instinct that had kept him disciplined, controlled, and careful was telling him to walk away before this became something neither of you could undo.
Instead, he smiled.
A slow, dangerous smile you couldn’t see.
“You have no idea what you’re starting,” he murmured.
Your voice softened.
“Then tell me.”
Roman exhaled sharply, resting his forehead against the cool glass. Outside, the city moved like nothing had changed, but inside him, everything had.
“It starts with me opening the door for you,” he said quietly. “You pretending this is innocent even though we both know it isn’t.”
You didn’t interrupt.
“It starts with you stepping inside and me trying to keep my distance. Trying to be good. Trying not to look at your lips every time you talk.”
A shaky breath slipped through the speaker.
Roman heard it and his chest tightened.
“And then?” you whispered.
His eyes closed.
“And then you get too close.”
His voice had dropped to something deeper now, more intimate.
“You look up at me like you’re doing right now, waiting for me to make the first move because you know I want to.”
His hand slid into his pocket to keep himself grounded.
“And I would.”
The room around him felt warmer.
“I’d touch your face first,” he admitted. “Not because I’m trying to be gentle, but because I’d need an excuse to touch you at all.”
Your breathing had gone quiet.
Listening.
Feeling every word.
“And then?”
Roman smiled again.
“And then I’d kiss you.”
The words left his mouth slower this time.
“Not rushed. Not careless. The kind of kiss that ruins things. The kind that makes pretending impossible after.”
Your silence told him everything.
The line was still there, still charged, but now neither of you could pretend it wasn’t real.
“Roman,” you whispered.
His name had never sounded like that before.
“Yes?”
“I wish I was there.”
His eyes opened.
So did every dangerous thought he’d been trying to bury.
Roman pulled the phone closer to his ear.
“Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
“I mean it.”
He laughed under his breath, though there was nothing amused about it.
“Then stop calling me this late,” he said softly.
“Why?”
“Because one of these nights,” Roman replied, “I’m going to tell you to come over.”
And judging by the way neither of you spoke after that, you both knew you’d say yes.
The silence stretched between you until it became its own conversation.
Roman could still hear your breathing. Slow. Careful. Like you were holding something back.
“So tell me not to come,” you whispered.
His jaw tightened.
You knew exactly what you were doing now.
Roman pushed himself away from the window and began pacing again, each step heavier than the last. He wanted to tell you no. He wanted to be responsible, to put distance back where it belonged.
But all he could picture was opening that door and seeing you standing there.
“No,” he said quietly.
Your breath caught.
“No?” you repeated.
“No,” Roman answered. “Because that would be a lie.”
The words settled over both of you.
He could almost see your expression. The slight parting of your lips. The way your eyes would soften when you realized he meant every word.
“What would happen if I came over?” you asked.
Roman stopped walking.
His hand pressed against the kitchen counter, grounding himself.
“You’d walk in,” he said slowly, “and I’d spend exactly five seconds pretending I’m in control.”
A small laugh escaped you.
“Only five?”
“That’s generous.”
Your smile was audible now.
Roman’s own lips curved before he could stop them.
“And after that?” you pushed.
He looked down at the floor, shaking his head.
“You really want to hear this?”
“Yes.”
His voice dropped lower.
“I’d stand too close to you.”
Your breathing changed again.
“Close enough that you’d feel it. Every thought I’ve been trying not to have.”
You said nothing.
Roman continued anyway.
“And I’d wait.”
“For what?”
“For you to give me a reason.”
His words were deliberate now, each one chosen carefully.
“A look. A touch. Anything.”
“And if I did?”
Roman let out a slow breath.
“Then I’d stop pretending.”
The quiet that followed felt louder than anything else.
Then your voice returned, softer than before.
“I think you already have.”
Roman smiled to himself.
Maybe you were right.
Because somewhere between answering your call and hearing you say you wished you were there, the line had already been crossed.
Now neither of you was trying to step back.
“Roman?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing right now?”
He glanced toward the front door.
Thinking.
Waiting.
Wanting.
“Listening for a knock,” he admitted.
And on the other end, you smiled. He could hear it.
Roman stayed still after saying it.
Listening for a knock.
The confession hung between you, vulnerable in a way neither of you had expected tonight. He had meant it as a joke, or at least that was how he tried to frame it in his head, but the truth was written all over his face even though you couldn’t see it.
He wanted you there.
Badly.
On the other end of the line, your silence felt deliberate.
“Roman,” you said softly.
He swallowed.
“What?”
“What if I did?”
His brows pulled together.
“Did what?”
“Showed up.”
His heart thudded hard enough that he felt it in his throat.
Roman turned toward the door without thinking, his eyes fixed on it now like staring at it might somehow summon you.
“You’re not serious.”
“What if I am?”
His laugh came out quieter this time.
“You really enjoy making this harder for me.”
“I think you like it.”
He wanted to deny it.
Instead, he let the silence answer for him.
His fingers drummed against the counter while his mind spun. Every scenario he had imagined with you suddenly felt too real. Too close. If you came over, there would be no more pretending this was harmless. No more hiding behind late night phone calls and loaded conversations.
It would become something else entirely.
And maybe that was what terrified him.
Or maybe it was what he wanted most.
The sound of movement on your end made him straighten.
“Wait,” he said. “What was that?”
“My keys.”
Roman’s stomach dropped.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
He stared at the door.
“You’re leaving your house right now?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
Roman dragged a hand down his face, half laughing, half unraveling.
“You can’t do this to me.”
“But you haven’t told me not to.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because he couldn’t.
Not when every part of him was already imagining the sound of your footsteps in the hallway.
Not when his body had betrayed him hours ago.
Not when the thought of your face being the first thing he saw tonight made his chest feel too tight.
“Roman.”
Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Tell me to stay home.”
He looked at the door one more time.
Then closed his eyes.
“Come here.”
The words left him before he could stop them.
A long silence.
Then a smile in your voice.
“Okay.”
And suddenly the apartment didn’t feel so quiet anymore.
Roman stared at the phone long after the call ended.
The screen had gone dark, but his hand hadn’t moved.
Come here.
He had actually said it.
His apartment suddenly felt too small. Too warm. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and looked around as if seeing the place for the first time. A glass still sat untouched on the counter. His keys were where he’d thrown them. The couch cushions were uneven. None of it mattered, yet he found himself straightening things anyway.
Anything to keep his hands busy.
Anything to avoid thinking about what was about to happen.
His mind kept drifting back to you.
What you might be wearing.
Whether your hair would be down.
Whether you’d look as nervous as he felt.
Roman let out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. This was reckless. He knew it. The second he opened that door, there would be no taking this back. No more pretending the tension between you was imagined.
It would become real.
His phone buzzed.
A text.
I’m outside.
Roman’s stomach dropped.
For a second, he couldn’t move.
Then came the knock.
Three soft taps against the door.
His entire body tensed.
He walked toward it slowly, each step heavier than the last. His hand reached for the handle, hovering there just long enough for doubt to creep in.
On the other side was everything he had been trying not to want.
And then the handle turned.
can u believe he used to just casually post stuff like this on his story a year ago
happy birthday to my sexc dada
this is my fav clip of him :3
highkey not writing for eunseok for a bit! sorry not sorry :(
i forgot how good it felt to be hungry
i’ll write TF out of an intro and then my mind just goes blank.
