Kicking Giggling My Feet Bc Wdym I Inspired You? Your Writing Is Toooooooo Good This Is Actually Making

kicking giggling my feet bc wdym i inspired you? your writing is toooooooo good this is actually making me blush ^__^ the way u write piwon is just sooo yummy and ur ideas are always so unique i was literally stalking ur page earlier and creaming.. hehe ily

and ur soooo real i too am horny for piwon dick 24/7.. i need to learn how to convert that energy into motivation to write out my thoughts though 🙈

ugh and i am so excited to read whatever u take out of my little request i’m literally jumping for joy rn!!

from a fellow writer—your writing is making me go absolutely insane. and how do you manage to update everyday??? the p1ece writing community needed you and i’m soooo excited to keep up with all of your work! 💟

anyways i had an idea in my head that i think you could do justice.. asshole frat boy jongseob that you have a situationship with. the type to treat you like a princess and fuck you rough at the same time, but afterwards, he’s back to being the asshole you dread so much. it doesn’t help that he always takes polaroids of you in the most intimate, dirty positions that you can’t even break things off with him, in fear of him showing people his collection of photos 🙈

oooh and your little cocky jiung post from today made me crave that with seob too.. molly and all. he’d be such an asshole but so good at pounding into your cunt ‘til you see stars <3 you can’t bear to listen to your friends and end things with him.. the dick is too good 🤷🏽‍♀️

rosa let me tell you girl. YOU are the entire reason i started this account!!! i was reading your works waaaaaay before i even started writing for p1h so youre literally like the reason behind my works in a way i take a lot of inspo from you!!!<3333 you are literally my most fav p1h writer and i almost came in my pants from the fact that YOUUUU sent me a request omg omg im fangirling genuinely ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) the scream i scrumpt when i opened my inbox…

and about updating everyday im literally just the biggest horndog there ever was ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) piwon dick on the brain 24/7

you best believe im getting started on this asap but your req is so right the dick would be wayyyy tooo good i think i would give frat boy jongseob my kidney (he wouldnt care)

Eating concrete wouldn't even slow the craving I have for Seob... he makes me feel like a dog in heat your works just fuel it too!!! I need your skillssss!!

Me when Seob ⬇️

there is just something about him that is so sexy idk.. his stage presence is so underrated he always looks like he’s having sm fun but has that cocky little smirk and it makes me feel a bit insane

omg on the topic of seobtheo threesome

do you remember that like zodiac sign/tarot card video piwon did where the lady doing it said that theo and jongseob were the most compatible…

yeah i was already fiending before but now im like rabid at the thought of it SAVE ME SEOBTHEO THREESOME SAVE ME ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

omg but seobsoul threesome too HELLO IM KICKIN MY LEGS THINKIN ABOUT THAT TOO 🤭

like if i ever get stuck on a remote island with them, DONT SAVE ME ‼️ oh they’re just too fine like what i wouldn’t do to be sandwiched between them at any given time 🤤

HELP ME SEOBSOUL THREESOME HELP ME ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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waitttt ur onto something anon…. i’m so late to responding to this btw i’m sorry 😭😭 guys i’m never ignoring any of u especially my anons i just get a lotttt of stuff in my inbox so it takes me time to go through everything… BUT I SEE THE VISION and mayhaps i’ll write a seobsoul and seobtheo orgy soon… maybe even seobsoultheo foursome… hehe

this is actually soooooo insane. i knew you would able to do my little twisted fantasy right.. god he’s sooooo fucking mean and i hate that that made me drool. loveeee the details in this, like the blood dripping from his nose, or how it seems like he’s purposely praising you just to get your hopes up..

the poor reader :( he’s never gonna love her and only sees her as a pocket pussy that’ll never turn him down ://

ohhhhh my god and him saying “get outta my bed” and leaving you just to take more lines of coke did something to me… he really doesn’t give a fuck 😕 wondering if he brought the polaroid to show his frat mates how easy you are.. save me meanie frat boy seob save me…

animal

PAIRINGS: jongseob x reader

SYNOPSIS: You knew Jongseob didn't love you. Why did it feel so real?

WARNINGS: Lord where do i begin okay whew, cocaine use, blood, mean jongseob, dirty talking, creampie, angst, egomaniac seob, frat boy seob cause im obsessed, reader has boobs, he takes a polaroid of you, hair pulling, drooling

A/N: listen to "raw u out" by kevin gates while you read this just trust me frl. wrote this for my sexy pookie @kisseobie cause im in love with her

It should be fucking criminal the way Jongseob was pounding your pussy. His pupils were blown wide, partly lust, partly the two lines he snorted off of the coffee table downstairs. The coke didn’t even faze you, especially when it made him fuck you like this. He was pounding you like a fucking animal, rendering you cock drunk and dumb. 

Plus, it was sexy when he bled from his nose.

Sweat trickled from his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin. He grunted with each movement of his hips, his hand in your hair as he fucked you from behind. “Pretty girl.” His voice was low and strained, full of the affection you so desperately wanted. You could feel love rear its ugly head within your stomach, twisting its horns and poking through your ribs. 

In the back of your mind, you knew this would be over as soon as he came, that he’d pull his clothes back on and leave you here in this frat house bedroom. It would hurt afterwards, but right now? You couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t think about anything but his cock, truthfully.

One of his hands was pulling your top half off of the bed by your hair, the other on your hip, gripping the soft skin harshly. You were completely dumb from him, drool leaking down your chin and onto his bed below. Every sharp thrust sent a gargled groan from your mouth, his fat cock reaching so deep within your cunt that it had your eyes rolling back.

Jongseob knew the effect he had on you. He enjoyed it, the way he could fuck you like no one else. He enjoyed, in some sick way, watching your face fall as he left you after it all. He liked the power it gave him, being able to control you. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he abused that the best he could. 

“Taking this dick so well. Perfect fucking pussy, baby.” You really wish he would stop being so nice to you. Not really. You just wish he was that sweet all the time. He pulled your head back, your spine arching down as you came up to feel his chest behind you. In turn, your hands came behind you, gripping at the skin of his waist and thigh.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you could feel the warm blood from his nose drip onto your shoulder. It dribbled from his nostril, getting into his mouth on the way down his chin. His teeth were stained red, and you wish you didn’t find it so attractive.

“F-Fuck, Jongseob,” those were truly the only things you could manage to say right now. It was barely audible, but he heard. He always heard. He grinned, letting out a mean laugh against your skin.

“Yeah? Feels good? You like me fucking you dumb?” He enjoyed teasing you, and unfortunately, you ate it up every time. You let out a whimper, nodding the best you could with his grip on your hair. The hand on your hip slid up, moving to your tit, gripping the flesh between his hand as leverage. 

Jongseob kept drilling into you, bullying his fat cock into your pulsing cunt. You were so close, and he knew it. He knew you better than anyone. It was pathetic how much you loved him. “Make a mess on this dick, pretty girl. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” Curse his tongue, because your body seemed to follow his command blindly. 

You let out a gargled, strangled cry, your pussy clenching around him in a death grip as you came. His hand on your tit changed from rolling your nipples to trailing between your legs, the rough pad of his fingers rubbing against your clit. “Yeah, that’s right. Let everyone know how good this dick is.” 

Your hands were gripping him tight, but now they were just resting against his skin loosely. Your body slumped forward slightly, the only thing holding you up being his grip on your hair. His hips continued to snap into yours, grunting while he chased his own orgasm. The sight of you so fucked out made his cock twitch within you. His ego was bigger than the house, and you did nothing but fuel it every time.

He bit his lip, tasting the blood from his nose. The coke had him wired up, had him frantic in your pussy. “Goddamn, baby, this pussy’s so fucking good. Got me addicted.” He mumbled, his hips faltering in pace as his release crept up his spine. 

Jongseob let go of your hair, leaving you to fall face first into the pillow, his hands coming to your hips instead. He gripped them tightly, pushing in until you were flush against him. His cock was throbbing and twitching as hot ropes of cum made your guts gooey, a lewd groan ripping from his throat. 

You could only whine into the pillow, your pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock. He was panting behind you, his hand coming up to his face to wipe the nearly dried blood from his nose.

After a few blissful moments, he pulled out, his cock unsheathing from your spent cunt with an obscenely wet pop. You heard the shutter of the polaroid, and the flash lit up the room for a moment. The polaroid had captured you, face down, ass up, his cum spilling from your pussy. You blushed into the pillow, falling onto your tummy. 

It was a little blurry for a moment, your post orgasm bliss blocking out the party downstairs, blocking out everything around you. He had a way of making you feel fuzzy. “Clean up and get outta my bed.” The words hit your foggy brain, and your lip was wobbling against the pillow before you could stop it. 

You knew it was coming. Why did it even affect you anymore? 

You heard the door shut, and he was no doubt going back out to snort some more coke. You wanted so desperately to call it off, tell him you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t take it, the pain of being so intimate with him, then him hating you the next moment. 

He must feel something for you, right? I mean, he called you baby, treated you like he loved you in the sheets. He took the polaroids, why would he even bother doing that if he didn't like you?

So he must feel something for you, right?

my name is rosa btw guys 😭 realized i have never name dropped on here

no ur so real.. and imagine him getting a power trip and asking (more like forcing) you to take a picture of him with his bloodied teeth and gums, if it’s blurry/shaky he gets mad and makes you take it again and again until it’s perfect, but how can he expect you to focus when he’s still pounding into your cunt relentlessly?

^ imagining this but he’s all bloody mwahahaha

animal

PAIRINGS: jongseob x reader

SYNOPSIS: You knew Jongseob didn't love you. Why did it feel so real?

WARNINGS: Lord where do i begin okay whew, cocaine use, blood, mean jongseob, dirty talking, creampie, angst, egomaniac seob, frat boy seob cause im obsessed, reader has boobs, he takes a polaroid of you, hair pulling, drooling

A/N: listen to "raw u out" by kevin gates while you read this just trust me frl. wrote this for my sexy pookie @kisseobie cause im in love with her

It should be fucking criminal the way Jongseob was pounding your pussy. His pupils were blown wide, partly lust, partly the two lines he snorted off of the coffee table downstairs. The coke didn’t even faze you, especially when it made him fuck you like this. He was pounding you like a fucking animal, rendering you cock drunk and dumb. 

Plus, it was sexy when he bled from his nose.

Sweat trickled from his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin. He grunted with each movement of his hips, his hand in your hair as he fucked you from behind. “Pretty girl.” His voice was low and strained, full of the affection you so desperately wanted. You could feel love rear its ugly head within your stomach, twisting its horns and poking through your ribs. 

In the back of your mind, you knew this would be over as soon as he came, that he’d pull his clothes back on and leave you here in this frat house bedroom. It would hurt afterwards, but right now? You couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t think about anything but his cock, truthfully.

One of his hands was pulling your top half off of the bed by your hair, the other on your hip, gripping the soft skin harshly. You were completely dumb from him, drool leaking down your chin and onto his bed below. Every sharp thrust sent a gargled groan from your mouth, his fat cock reaching so deep within your cunt that it had your eyes rolling back.

Jongseob knew the effect he had on you. He enjoyed it, the way he could fuck you like no one else. He enjoyed, in some sick way, watching your face fall as he left you after it all. He liked the power it gave him, being able to control you. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he abused that the best he could. 

“Taking this dick so well. Perfect fucking pussy, baby.” You really wish he would stop being so nice to you. Not really. You just wish he was that sweet all the time. He pulled your head back, your spine arching down as you came up to feel his chest behind you. In turn, your hands came behind you, gripping at the skin of his waist and thigh.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you could feel the warm blood from his nose drip onto your shoulder. It dribbled from his nostril, getting into his mouth on the way down his chin. His teeth were stained red, and you wish you didn’t find it so attractive.

“F-Fuck, Jongseob,” those were truly the only things you could manage to say right now. It was barely audible, but he heard. He always heard. He grinned, letting out a mean laugh against your skin.

“Yeah? Feels good? You like me fucking you dumb?” He enjoyed teasing you, and unfortunately, you ate it up every time. You let out a whimper, nodding the best you could with his grip on your hair. The hand on your hip slid up, moving to your tit, gripping the flesh between his hand as leverage. 

Jongseob kept drilling into you, bullying his fat cock into your pulsing cunt. You were so close, and he knew it. He knew you better than anyone. It was pathetic how much you loved him. “Make a mess on this dick, pretty girl. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” Curse his tongue, because your body seemed to follow his command blindly. 

You let out a gargled, strangled cry, your pussy clenching around him in a death grip as you came. His hand on your tit changed from rolling your nipples to trailing between your legs, the rough pad of his fingers rubbing against your clit. “Yeah, that’s right. Let everyone know how good this dick is.” 

Your hands were gripping him tight, but now they were just resting against his skin loosely. Your body slumped forward slightly, the only thing holding you up being his grip on your hair. His hips continued to snap into yours, grunting while he chased his own orgasm. The sight of you so fucked out made his cock twitch within you. His ego was bigger than the house, and you did nothing but fuel it every time.

He bit his lip, tasting the blood from his nose. The coke had him wired up, had him frantic in your pussy. “Goddamn, baby, this pussy’s so fucking good. Got me addicted.” He mumbled, his hips faltering in pace as his release crept up his spine. 

Jongseob let go of your hair, leaving you to fall face first into the pillow, his hands coming to your hips instead. He gripped them tightly, pushing in until you were flush against him. His cock was throbbing and twitching as hot ropes of cum made your guts gooey, a lewd groan ripping from his throat. 

You could only whine into the pillow, your pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock. He was panting behind you, his hand coming up to his face to wipe the nearly dried blood from his nose.

After a few blissful moments, he pulled out, his cock unsheathing from your spent cunt with an obscenely wet pop. You heard the shutter of the polaroid, and the flash lit up the room for a moment. The polaroid had captured you, face down, ass up, his cum spilling from your pussy. You blushed into the pillow, falling onto your tummy. 

It was a little blurry for a moment, your post orgasm bliss blocking out the party downstairs, blocking out everything around you. He had a way of making you feel fuzzy. “Clean up and get outta my bed.” The words hit your foggy brain, and your lip was wobbling against the pillow before you could stop it. 

You knew it was coming. Why did it even affect you anymore? 

You heard the door shut, and he was no doubt going back out to snort some more coke. You wanted so desperately to call it off, tell him you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t take it, the pain of being so intimate with him, then him hating you the next moment. 

He must feel something for you, right? I mean, he called you baby, treated you like he loved you in the sheets. He took the polaroids, why would he even bother doing that if he didn't like you?

So he must feel something for you, right?