Oh My God??? Pray To Yeosang This Is... Im Flabbergasted, I Cant Even Dissect This To Give A Solid Review.

oh my god??? pray to yeosang this is... im flabbergasted, i cant even dissect this to give a solid review. brain = melted.

smut drabble (MDNI)

PAIRING: San, Seonghwa, Hongjoong x cam-girl!reader

W/T: blowjob, unprotected sex, masturbating, cum eating, titty fucking

W/C: ~770

• it’s short but y’all know i can’t write long shit 😭

taglist: @bratty-tingz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @horanghae8 @bro-atz @bunnyluvr25 @xonga @leeknowsbbg @yourfatherlucifer @therealcuppicake @hongjoongswifefr

You looked up at the camera with teary eyes, San was pulling your hair back, holding you still when his thrusts got rougher. Right after you looked down at the mattress, the man on your left lifted your chin, Hongjoong gave you a joyful smirk, chuckling at the sight of your fucked out face. “Why don’t you put in good use that mouth now, huh?” he grabbed his dick with the other hand, he brushed its tip against your lips, before you would part them. Without even waiting a second, he pushed his hips forward, making you choke on the spot. Seonghwa, who was on your left side groaned, he seemed about to cum soon from the loud sounds he made. “Ahw look at you, struggling so much to take two cocks at the same time, but sweetie, aren’t you used to it? Aren’t you a good slut?” he spoke to you, even though he wasn’t expecting an answer at all. Without going any further, San pulled out and started to stroke his cock, shooting his cum all over you ass. His head fell back, groaning. He then admired his work of art for a quick second, before moving to the side where Seonghwa was kneeling. “Come on man, your turn now” The man looked at your face through the big monitor, where the comments of the livestream were showing next to the record of the four of you. He then positioned himself behind you, ready to please himself a little more, until reaching the edge. Hongjoong tugged at your hair, loosing his mind at the feel of your tight throat swallowing his dick. Once he reached his orgasm, he pulled your head against his pelvis with force, forcing you to take his seed down your stomach. “Yeah, just like that…” Hongjoong faced Seonghwa, who was teasing himself with rubbing his cockhead between your sticky folds. “Let’s change position” You glanced at him, and stood up on your knees, ready to follow his instructions. “Be a good girl and ride him, i’ll fuck your tits and you can suck San’s cock.” Seonghwa laughed behind you. “That’s pretty difficult, but a slut like you shouldn’t have many problems. Am i right?” You nodded in silence, sitting immediately on Seonghwa’s cock as soon as he layed down. You moaned at the feeling of your pussy being stretched out once again, while looking up at Hongjoong with doe eyes, he caressed your chin and brushed your lips with his thumb, the smirk on his face grew wider. You started to bounce on Seonghwa’s lap, sweet mewls kept leaving your mouth, San got closer and grabbed your cheeks. You opened automatically your mouth when he squeezed them slightly. Hongjoong, at the same time, did the same thing with your tits, playing quickly with your nipples before sliding his cock between the small gap of your squished breast. Along with your bounces, San and Hongjoong moved their hips. The show you all put on was now filled with loud groans from the men and gags emitted by you. Everyone was still overwhelmed by the previous round you had before, it was almost 2 hours that the stream was going on. The situation was a complete mess, an arousing one though, the speakers kept emitting loud notifications as the audience started to give tips every two or three seconds. It wasn’t necessary to say that you were exhausted, Seonghwa helped you and guided your hips up and down. The other men sped up their pace at the front. “Yes baby, keep it up. Let us breed you one last time” You muffled something incomprehensible, since that your mouth was filled completely by San’s cock. It was a matter of a bunch of seconds, and you all came one after the other. Seonghwa spurted his cum into you first, which brought you soon after to cream around him. Your choked moan, the intense vibration of your voice made San climax on the spot. And finally, after a few more pumps lubricated by your saliva, Hongjoong bursted his last load all over your breast. Once you could stand up on your jelly legs and get to reach your computer setup, you thanked all the viewers for the generous tips, before ending the live stream.

You looked at the three men dressing up again, then taking a seat on the edge of your bed, still catching up their breaths.

“I should invite y’all more often, fans pay very well when i’m getting wrecked by your cocks” you chuckle, sinking your body into the softness of the gaming chair.

ok but overly self assured/mean dom/possessive wooyoung....(ft. san)

wooyoung who clicks his tongue at you when you disagree with him, his finger wagging in your face.

wooyoung who raises an eyebrow sharply when you have a different taste in food than him.

wooyoung who shoves you to your knees and makes you suck his cock because you voiced your disagreement

wooyoung who thrusts into you with so much power because he didn't like your movie choice, stating it was childish.

wooyoung who decides to tie your hands to the headboard for pointing at something he didn't like in the window of a shop

wooyoung who wants you to crawl to him from the front door when you walk in smelling even remotely different

wooyoung who wants you wearing no panties so he can eat you out whenever he wants because you're his and he deserves it

wooyoung who cooks you dinner and then fucks you on the table after you choked on your veggies

wooyoung who slams you against a wall and wraps his pretty hand around your throat for making a disgusted noise at something he suggested for dinner

wooyoung, who late at night, cuddles up to you carefully only to shove your face into a pillow and plow you into a new dimension when you whimpered at his touch in your sleep

wooyoung who lets san watch him fuck you because you looked at someone in public for too long

wooyoung who lets san actually fuck you because you whined at him to help you out of your restraints so you could touch your boyfriend

wooyoung who pushes you into sans broad chest after you accidentally stumble into him earlier in the day, a tsk on his lips as he watches you fall into him...

SAN GET OUT LOCK HIS INTERNET SOMEONE HACK HIS ASS AND BLOCK TUMBLR FROM HIM!!

IM KEEPING YALL SAFE WITH ME!!!!

might just write this tonight actually. i think my problem is i’m severely dehydrated… as in i haven’t actually had water (until last night) for 2 months ish

suddenly im thinking of cop!jongho x criminal!reader and strength kink/fear play.

maybe my brain has decided to let me write like normal????

actually the urge is gone now. we were happy for a moment 😔✋

Bounty

A/N: Hiii im kinda alive and my random thought produced this.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Warnings: violence, drugs, blood, cursing, depictions of drug deals, mentions of death and bombs.

random thought here

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Aurora. The lifeblood of the underground. Your lifeblood. It wasn’t an ideal job, hell, you wanted to be a bartender. The city went to shit before that. Your father went to shit before that. Psyke rose from the depths and took over the city. Cops scrambled for answers to who was dispensing it all, families mourned overdoses and you lost everything. It wasn’t easy, adjusting to your own dad hyped up on ridiculously strong drugs injected through his spinal cord.

Your heart ached every time you looked at him, an IV drip injected into his back to keep him on his high. Taking it out caused an indescribable rage, his eyes turning bloodshot within seconds, his hands around your neck, your breath leaving your body as he applied pressure. He had tried to kill you each time you had tried to help him. 

His addiction got worse over the years, your hope for him diminishing as you watched his body rot from the inside out. He wasn’t working anymore. He couldn’t even make it to the washroom. You had to go to work, you had to pay the bills and keep everything running. You were doing everything you shouldn’t have been doing for your father and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. To just let him suffer more than he was choosing too. In another reality, you thought things could’ve ended up differently, maybe in another reality you weren’t walking the streets at night, selling Psyke until the cops took down the whole operation with a literal bang. 

They had blown up the labs where SKZ were brewing and creating the Psyke. It all went down, and the city went with it. Unfortunately, all of SKZ was intact. And they were collecting debts. When they found your father in the state he was in, they ransacked your house, looking for any sort of money to pay off his debts. They killed him on the spot after not finding any. It was not exactly what you had wanted to come home to after a long shift at your job, but your father was better off dead. He was barely living as it was. SKZ had threatened you then, your eyes watering at losing your father until they mentioned his debts to them. You had to pay them off. Or you died as well. 

Since that moment, you were a runner for the boys. They gave you aurora, you ran it to a buyer and brought back the money. Slowly over the years, you built up a reputation amongst the underground. You were a perfect runner. One of the best. You always brought back the payment, always delivered the product safely and never let a debt stand. It grew on you slowly. It had become a normal job for you. You enjoyed it even. Maybe not the killing but the running. You got a few doses of aurora for free when you completed extremely high profile runs. Those runs didn’t count for your father's debt, any run you received normal payment for counted. With the amount of runs you did and how far your name spread, it was no wonder the police were always around every corner. They were just waiting, watching, hoping. For you to show up for a run. You knew where they were before you went to drop sites. You knew their schedules inside out and you knew where they had active CCTV cameras scanning the area for you. 

You were wanted. A bounty on your head and aurora in your hands as you roamed the streets, double checking every corner you turned to make sure no schedules had changed. Everything was clear, Chan had given you no news on schedule shifts or extra undercover vehicles, so you did a handoff in the open. The man shaking as he watched you twirl the flask of aurora in your hand, his own extended with money. You grabbed it from him quickly so he couldn’t try and pull you in. All the money accounted for, you held out the flask for the man, your eyes narrowing as he chugged it on the spot, his trembling hands suddenly stopping as his eyes dilated and his veins glowed pink for a brief moment. You nodded in satisfaction, sliding the crinkled money into the pouch in your bag. Walking away from your buyer, you heard your phone dinging nonstop. Chan, you thought. Opening your phone proved your thoughts right, his name in your notifications ten times over telling you about a new dropsite for a new buyer who was verified hours ago. You sighed, new buyers were always sketchy looking and it drew too much attention to you when you showed up and headed in his direction. Sending off an affirmative response, you turned around and made some cuts through some back alleys, the light clinking of the aurora in your bag soothing your nerves slightly. 

The handoff point for the newbie was in the open, a common club, a busy street that would be inconspicuous if two people had a conversation for a few seconds and traded items. You just hoped the newbie was going to cooperate with the rules. Money first, then the drugs. That’s how it went and those who didn’t accept it either got hurt or just didn’t get their fix. Simple as that. At least, it should’ve been simple. But as you approached the hand-off location, the newbie screamed trouble. He clearly had never bought drugs before and it made you wonder.

“So~ Why aurora?”, you asked casually, cocking your hip as the new buyer looked at you in awe and slight fear.

“Heard good things…”, the buyer mumbled as he held out the money for you to take.

You took it slowly, brushing your fingers over his just to watch him shiver nervously, his eyes following the people walking past on the sidewalk until you cleared your throat.

“All good. Have fun, newbie.”, you put the money away and handed him his vials of aurora.

The look in his eye made you laugh as you backed away slowly. The wonder in their eyes was always entertaining. You would be seeing him again, you were sure of it. They always ended up coming back for more. It’s the beauty of it all that gets you hooked. The brighter colours of the world, the enhanced pleasure. That’s what drew people in. Aurora is an aphrodisiac with a slight hallucigen that brightens colours and increases the rate at which your brain can process it all. It was a complex drug, one that was made in extremely large batches and took about two weeks to make in its entirety. Combine that with SKZ, creators of Psyke, producing it? You create a worldwide want for the substance. And with that, a demand for you. It was simple, fun and paid you and your dad’s debt. No complaints from you, even as you ran into the corner of a building as a result of taking the corner too sharply. You grunted in annoyance and continued your walk, your phone pinging a few times. 

You contemplated just letting Chan sit without a response, but you didn’t want a fingernail removed or anything so you pulled your phone from your pocket again and opened your messages. A bunch of frantic “Answer me”’s met your eyes when you stopped to read the messages properly, your fingers hitting the call button before you could fully process all his messages. 

“Y/N! You have to turn around right now and make your way back to the drop-site. There’s an undercover around that corner. They shift swapped faster than usual. When you’re back to the site, wander between the people. Wait three minutes for the patrol to start and make your way back. You’ll be safe then.”

“Got it. Thanks, Channie.”

Receiving no answer, you pulled the phone from your ear, the “call ended” screen glaring back at you. You didn’t expect anything less from him, but it still hurt you a little. The walk back to the drop-site after you pocketed your phone was tense, you felt suspicious checking over your shoulder every now and again. Your eyes scanned the crowd for faces you studied, the countless badge photos shooting through your mind as you tried to place any off duty cops in the area. Finding none, you relaxed slightly, mentally timing yourself before turning around as casually as you could and nearly sprinting back down towards the corner you were at when Chan messaged. 

Slowing your pace to catch your breath some more, you glanced around, a message from Chan pinging through your phone. You glanced at it briefly, seeing a go-ahead to have a vial of aurora for the mix up with no repercussions. An incredulous laugh left you and you reached into your bag, your casual pace slowing just a little more as you grabbed a flask. Swirling the contents and watching it shimmer green and gold under the streetlights, you uncorked it. Leaning your head over the vial, you inhaled slightly, the scents of pear and vanilla tickling your senses until you glanced around the street once more. Deciding the coast was clear, you knocked back the contents, your senses coming alive as you basked in the euphoria. You sighed happily, pocketing the empty vial and strolling along, your eyes wandering aimlessly and worry free about the streets. 

A loud “woop” filled your head, sudden red and blue lights flashing right beside you as you stumbled. Glancing over, your eyes widened at the man stepping out of the car. Your fight or flight response kicked in before you could properly register the detective badge in his large hands. 

“Fuck.”, you whimpered as you stumbled away from the car, turning on your heel to book it in the direction you were going.

You took a highly illegal drug in front of a cop. A detective. As a wanted person. With a bounty on her head. You cursed your luck, your feet aching already as you ran through the streets, heavy footfalls behind you as he shouted at you to stop where you were. There was no doubt he didn’t recognize or know you from wanted posters and alerts that went through the stations across the country. He knew who you were, and now he was after you. 

Your heart beat fast in your chest, your breaths frantic as you took sharp turns into alleyways, the vials in your bag clinking harshly and sending fresh jolts of panic through your system. If you broke the product, you would never hear the end of it and you would have to pay for the damaged goods from your own pocket. As you ran faster, you noticed a lock box for super discreet drop-offs. They were locked after each insert. If you could get the aurora to the box and lock it, the cop on your tail wouldn’t be able to break the lock. Bulletproof locks were a wonderful invention. Glancing over your shoulder to gauge his speed, you gasped as you realized he was less than two meters from you at all times. He was fast. Almost faster than you. Leaving the aurora in the box would take too much time, he would have you and the drugs in no time. You sighed roughly and took your bag from your back, your legs aching and hips cramping slightly as you ran. You had to drop the bag off to the side of the drop box and tell Chan as soon as you could where it was. 

Taking a sharp turn and then another in the opposite direction, you left the bag as gently as you could beside the lock box. Hearing his footsteps slow, you turned to look, slowly coming to a stop yourself as you panted harshly, the cold night air burning your now dry throat as you tried to anticipate his next move. He glanced between you and the box a few times, a smirk growing on his face as he cracked his knuckles. He knew what you had tried to do, the ultimatum before him almost stalling him in wonder at your quick thinking before he was sprinting at you. His large frame barrelling towards you startled you into action, a sharp gasp leaving you as you tripped over your own feet momentarily before you caught yourself, sending your body flying in the opposite way once more. His footsteps felt closer than before, your heart racing in your ears and pounding against your chest as you struggled to keep your fast pace. His breaths felt like your own, the loud beating of your heart doing nothing to hide his angry grunts as he grazed the back of your jacket with his fingers. 

Your breathing stuttered, hands growing sweaty as you pushed yourself to move faster. You had to go faster. There was no other option for you. Being caught certainly meant death or worse, so you had to run. Only run. Your hands gently brushed the rough cement walls as you passed, your turns getting shakier as the noises of the busy street got quieter, your breaths bouncing around the alleys in time with your footsteps. One turn too sharp and you slammed into a wall, your cheek stinging as you pushed yourself from it, hands trembling against it until they met air once more. Your hair was a mess, lips dry and body aching. But you couldn’t let yourself stop. Glancing over your shoulder to check the detective's progress granted you a clear look at his angry expression. His jaw set and eyebrows furrowed as he sprinted after you, one pretty hand extending for your jacket hood as your peek slowed your steps. The realization had you whimpering, body moving faster as you turned away from your pursuer. The noises of the street completely vanished now, you took a proper look at your surroundings and cursed loudly, the detective laughing loudly as you examined the dead end you had backed yourself into with your lost focus. The brick walls surrounding you left no exit, the one straight ahead of you approaching faster as you sprinted towards it. Cursing the man behind you, you stopped running. 

Your momentum carried you further, shoes skidding and sending you to the ground as you slid into the wall. Your left side collided with the cold surface roughly, arm and hips no doubt bruising at the collision as you cried out in pain, the slow methodical footsteps of the detective reaching your ears as you struggled to your feet. A hand wrapping itself in the collar of your jacket halted your motions, the detective yanking you to your feet with a small breath of effort. Your back met the wall, head slamming against it as you groaned and avoided eye contact for a few moments. Taking the time to observe your captor further, you noticed his badge. He wasn’t any detective, he was Choi Jongho and he was the best of the best. The detective no criminal wanted on their tail for any reason. And he had been on yours. Chan had warned you about him, his feats and his role in the Psyke takedown. It was all him. You had foolishly thought you were safe, your successful runs and lack of encounters with the cops lulling you into a false sense of security. He broke you from your musings, his hand now holding the badge in front of your face, a slight smirk on his stupidly handsome face as he jerked you towards him. 

“Detective Choi Jongho. Pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n.”

You huffed at him, struggling in his hold while he watched you with barely a hint of emotion on his face. His eyes traced your form as you struggled, your dirtied clothes clearly bringing him no interest as he shifted his attention to your face once more. Badge dropped back to his sturdy frame, his hand lifted to brush against your cheek lightly, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. Pulling his hand from your person told you he was rightfully curious in the area, the blood coating his finger raising your own hand to the area. You winced lightly at the force behind your touch, eyebrows furrowing at the barely concealed eagerness in Jongho’s eyes. His eyes held yours as you pulled away from the wound, his warm hand circling your wrist to tug it to his plush lips. Watching him in confusion, your eyes left his and focused on his lips, his tongue peaking out to drag a slick line up the pad of your finger, the skin tingling at the sensation as he groaned lightly at the taste of your blood. 

“You taste as delicious as you look, Y/N.”

You shivered against the wall, your injuries suddenly feeling much worse than they had. The ache became unbearable, centering in your torso. It confused you as you watched him lick his lips, your hand dropping to your side, your eyes following soon after as the aurora you took kicked in fully. Your hands trembled as you raised them to your stomach, a bright red filling your sight with Jongho’s hand. It slipped your mind that you should be concerned about the red neither you or Jongho was wearing, but the sudden drop of the effects of the drug hit you harder than you ever thought. The pain increased ten fold, a cry leaving you as you felt all of your pain at once. Jongho laughed at the pitiful noise you made, his eyes trailing your trembling body again as you fell forward into his chest. His hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you back against the wall as you grunted at the impact, another sharp pain in your torso bringing your eyes back down. The knife held in Jongho’s hand, dripping in your blood, your shirt soaking through. You watched his pretty hand lift the knife, the taunting twist in your shared eyeline making you whimper before his tongue dragged across the blunt edge of his blade. 

“The bounty on your head won’t be as sweet as the taste of your blood… but fuck if it isn’t a close second.”, his voice was rough in your ears, pain shooting through your head as he spun you around.

Facing the wall, body aching, Jongho tugs your arms behind your back roughly. Your whimpers and whines of pain fell deaf on his ears, his smug grin frozen in your mind as you felt the cold metal latch around your wrists. As you slowly lost consciousness, you could only hope that the bounty punishment was much better than Jongho’s company.

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im not very happy with this ending but this is my first work after like... 4 months now so i can forgive it. i hope you enjoyed! (also didn’t turn into smut but it’s not my strong suit!)

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