This Is Actually Soooooo Insane. I Knew You Would Able To Do My Little Twisted Fantasy Right.. God Hes

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?

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

loveeee asshole cheating jiung so much more than i knew i did 🤭 so good

the other woman

PAIRINGS: jiung x reader

SYNOPSIS: being the other woman to the hot married man across the street was exhausting.

WARNINGS: cheating, creampie, jiung is a little mean, angst if u squint, fingering, face slapping, afab reader

A/N: pumping out fanfics quicker than a machine today

The sounds that left your lips were downright sinful. It was all sinful truly; you knew he had a wife. It was common knowledge that Mr. Choi had a wife, but that only encouraged you further. 

Once his lips touched yours, every thought of his family left both of your minds. Once your hands touched his skin, all sense of morality escaped your bodies.

Jiung’s hand was around your throat, thumbs pressing deliciously into your soft skin as he kissed you deeply. His fingers were knuckle deep into your sopping cunt and thrusting with vigor, and you couldn’t stop the choked whines that escaped you. 

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Jiung’s voice was teasing, demeaning, almost. It made your head spin. “Yes, yes, sir.” You sounded so desperate as your hand reached down to his wrist, doing whatever you could to just keep his hand right there. You clenched your eyes tight, your mouth slacked open as you chased your release.

Warm, wet lips kissed your cheek. “So beautiful, baby.” The words made your walls flutter around his fingers, a whimper escaping you. Your back arched as your fingernails dug into his wrist, your pussy steadily convulsing around his fingers.

Suddenly he let go of your neck, and his fingers came to a halt. A choked sound left you as your eyes snapped open, only to be met with Jiung’s face, red cheeks, and his eyebrow raised. 

Slap!

Your cheek received a harsh slap, and tears began to gather in your eyes. Jiung’s hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to him. “Do you know what I risk doing this with you? Or are you too much of a slut to know that? Hm? Who’s pussy is this?” He landed a slap onto your cunt, your legs instinctively trying to close on him.

“Yours, sir! All yours, please, I’m all yours!” The words came out in a rambled, choked sob. “That’s right.” He was unbuckling his jeans quickly, pushing them and his briefs down to the floor. He pulled his shirt off as well, while you squirmed and sniffled on your spot in the bed. 

Seeing his cock, flushed and leaking, had your mouth watering. Jiung’s hair brushed against your cheek as he crawled up to you, slotting perfectly between your thighs and leaning down to your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” His voice dripped like honey, filled with adoration and something that could be mistaken as love.

His hand guided his cock to your entrance, sinking into you as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You smiled, hands coming up to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the smooth skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his cheeks as a means to make him go faster. 

His firm arms held him up as he let out a groan, your cunt being absolute heaven to him. The sounds you made were music to his ears, and he’d give everything to hear them all the time. Every moan, whine, and whimper you let out was embedded in his mind like a life lesson. 

“Sir, please, move.” At the sound of your voice, he sat up on his knees, gripping your knees and pushing them as close to you as they would go, bending you in half. His wedding band dug into your skin, reminding you instantly of what you were doing. But you didn’t care. “So fucking greedy.” Finally, his hips moved back, quickly snapping forward, his skin hitting yours with a delicious sting. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping his arms. 

Jiung showed no mercy as he started thrusting into you like his life depended on it, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead. The sweat made his hair stick to his skin, the sight alone enough to fuel a wet dream. “So good, sir, so good.” your words were almost incomprehensible, but Jiung understood. He always did. 

With every thrust he delivered, you could feel your release getting closer and closer. “Gonna cum so soon, baby? Embarrassing.” He seethed, his right hand traveling up to your jaw once again, gripping it in his hand. “Nuh uh, look at me.” Your eyes opened, staring into his as your toes curled from pleasure, his name spitting from your mouth.

Tears were still continuously trailing down your warm cheeks, your eyes staring into his as your release crashed down on you, your cunt clenching around him and your legs trembling. He broke eye contact this time, a guttural groan of your name leaving his mouth, before he leaned over you on his elbows. Soft lips crashed against yours as his cock twitched within you, spilling hot globs of cum into your cunt.. 

The kiss swallowed up every moan that came from either of you. It was beautiful, truly. Once he pulled away from the kiss for air, finally getting a good look at him. His lips were red and slick with spit, his hair was damp with sweat, and his eyes held nothing but love. Your hands got lost in his hair, scratching his scalp as he regained his normal breathing. His body dropped into yours, nuzzling his head into your warm, sweaty skin as he basked in the feeling of crackling warmth in his chest. 

Eventually, he pulled out of you, grinning at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cunt. “Lemme clean you up.” He hauled himself to the bathroom, taking some time to clean himself up, and then he walked back into the room, a wet washcloth in hand. Your body was laid out, just how he left you, but you were breathing shallowly, nearly overcome by sleep.

Jiung couldn’t help but get butterflies. You were stunning. He cleaned you up before slipping a shirt from your closet over your head, then he gently tucked you in. He put his clothes back on before turning to look at you one last time. “Sweet dreams. I love you, sweetheart.”

You knew he had a family to get home to. You knew the consequences of this. A part of you hurt, wished he could be yours only. But in moments like this, you especially longed for him. Moments when you were half asleep while he tucked you in, while he told you he loved you. You were reduced to a title you hated in these moments.

The other woman. That’s all you would ever be.

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?

hii i was wondering if i could be 🌸 anon? also im so ready for whatever you will be posting soon. youre one of my favorite writers and i love the way you portray seob🥹

i love u thank u sm!!! and yes!!

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