Is Day 5 With Intak Still Happening? It Was The One I Was Looking For To The Most

is day 5 with intak still happening? it was the one I was looking for to the most 💔💔💔💔

yes it is! i’m so sorry bff, it’s been delayed due to a lot of things that are out of our control 💔 i promise u tho that it’ll be out soon! so don’t fret

hiii piwontober readers! day 4 has been added to the masterlist so please check @kissoulie ‘s fic out 💟 and a quick disclaimer: day 5 will be posted a few days late due to circumstances we can’t control but don’t worry it’ll be posted soon <3

god…………….. sleepy subby tae.. oh ur so insane 😭 i’m like …. speechless.. yeah #needthat

wake up call (choi taeyang x reader)

for day two of piwon kinktober event! hosted by @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts ! make sure to check out everyone elses stories too as they drop 🥹

cw - SMUT!! mdni. somnophilia, hand/blowjob, deepthroating, wet dream, cum eating, subby taeyang lmk if i should add anything also not proofread so dont hesitate to tell me if i missed something!

quietly, you enter your apartment that you share with taeyang, knowing at this time he is already in a deep sleep.

you sneak into the room where your boyfriend lays quietly and quickly change into more comfortable pajamas, sliding into the bed. you get comfortable by lying an arm over his body and softly resting your head on his chest as to not wake the boy.

soft snores fill the dark room. you close your eyes, listening to taeyangs’ heartbeat. seconds from falling asleep, a soft grunt falls from your boyfriends’ lips. worried he might be having a nightmare, you raise your head to check on him.

it’s hard to see, but thankfully the moonlight shining in somewhat lights up the room. his face is fairly neutral, until you notice a twitch. “baby..” his sudden sleepy voice made you continue watching.

“yes, tae?” you wonder, thinking he got woken up because of you.

it’s silent, so you assume he must’ve fallen back asleep. laying your head back onto his chest.

“more, baby.” he mumbles. your eyes nearly pop out of your head. oh. was he dreaming about you? you bite your lip, and your hand that’s wrapped around his waist slowly drops down to the tent in his pants. you softly grip his length through the fabric and watch how his face twists. a louder moan falls from his lips.

you grin. your fingertips dance under the waistband of his pajama pants, making contact with his bare skin. this time, you grab his dick without the fabric in the way. taeyang has his bottom lip behind his teeth when you next look up at him, his breathing heavier. you collect the wetness at his tip and use it to help you slowly start to stroke him.

“fuck, y/n.” you make eye contact with the boy. his eyelids fluttering, chest heaving.

“hi taeyang. were you sleeping well?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. you lean up to place kisses against his neck. “dream of anything specific?”

he groans, head falling deeper into the pillow. “you, baby.” his response makes you smile, twisting your wrist a bit faster. “shit. this.”

“mhm, yeah? just this? anything else?” you ask innocently.

“more. please.” taeyang begs, looking down at you and makes a kissy face. you lean in and kiss him passionately, the sounds filling the room, with him softly whimpering into your mouth as your hand applies more pressure to his aching member.

pulling away, you ask, “yeah? you want more? what do you want?”

he grunts, “your mouth, make me cum. please.”

you kiss him once again, his soft lips feeling like heaven against yours. “you’re so good at using your words, baby. i got you.” your hand finally leaves his hard cock to play with the waistband of his pants, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. you trail kisses down his chest, his white shirt in the way but taeyang still squirms from the contact.

you shimmy your way down his body to get comfortable, pressing open mouth kisses on his soft tummy where his shirt had ridden up. you tug at his pants, getting taeyang to lift up as you roll the fabric down, finally revealing his dripping dick. taeyangs’ breath is shaky while he watches you get closer to his member, the wet spots from your kisses exposed to the cool bedroom air.

gathering the saliva in your mouth, you let a glob of spit fall onto him. your hand wraps around him to spread it, making it easier to pump his length. low grunts fall from his lips, his hands gripping the bedsheets. you fulfill his wish by first leaving pecks up his shaft, looking up at him sensually. “shit, baby.”

you grin, loving the effect you had on him, prominent in the way his face twists with pleasure when your tongue gives his head kitten licks. when you finally wrap your lips around his tip, taeyang sucks in a sharp breath. his hands find home in your hair, just a light grip to calm himself. slowly, you bob your head, going deeper each time until you find a comfortable spot to stop at without straining yourself.

“feel so good, angel. fuckin’ love your mouth.” taeyang grunts, his fingertips starting to dig into your scalp. the room is filled with the sounds the two of you make. you suck him off, hollowing your cheeks. his hips twitching up to buck deeper into your mouth, making you gag lightly. the noise makes him pet your head, “sorry, love. that just felt too good.” taeyang apologizes, but you get an idea.

you go past your normal limit and push yourself to take him entirely into your mouth, your nose pressing against his trimmed skin. choking noises escape your throat, but hearing taeyang groan out curses and your name repeatedly keeps you in position. after a few seconds, you pull off of him, catching your breath. your boyfriends’ hair is messy and he looks fucked out already. “don’t hurt yourself for me, y/n.” he continued to pat your head, smoothing your hair down.

you smile up at taeyang, one hand pumping his length while the other massages his balls. he throws his head back, his pretty and loud moans encouraging you to continue. “i don’t mind. i like making you feel good. and trust me, i promise i won’t do anything im not comfortable doing.” i assure him.

you take his leaking tip into your warm mouth once again, sucking harder than before while your wrist picks up speed. taeyangs’ moans get louder and quicker. “close.” he whines, his hips starting to consistently roll up. you let go of his balls to push his hip down so you can completely deepthroat him again, gagging until taeyang whimpers loudly and curses. you release his dick from your wet mouth, then sticking your tongue out and applying more pressure to his length.

taeyang groans as white spurts paint your tongue, you happily enjoying the result of what you do to him. you wrap your lips around his head for a final time and suck any more cum out of him, swallowing his essence.

as he catches his breath, you pull up his pants and get comfortable in your original spot when you first laid down. your hand pulls his face towards yours so you can sloppily makeout with him, some tongue added so he can taste himself on you.

pulling away, you ask, “back to sleep now? or did more happen in that dream of yours?”

oh rach…. this is genuinely the most beautiful perfect jiung fic i’ve read on this app… i’m so lucky to be hosting this event with you wow… literally in tears this was so hot but so cutie at the same time.. and the bit at the end omg 🙈 ur brain is so big please i need more of this au

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DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung

🕸 genre/pairings: dystopia!au - lower working class, dom!jiung x upper class, sub!reader

🕸 warnings: smut nsfw (mdni) | phone sex, mutual guided masturbation, slight degradation and corruption kink (consensual), name calling, praise, forbidden relationship

🕸 word count: 2,567 words

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“This is gonna be the last time, I swear.”

“You said that the last time we did this.” 

“Well… I just can’t help myself, especially not when you look like that. C’mon, take it off for me, sweetheart.” Jiung coaxed in a seductively low register, a smirk working its way onto his pretty face. His greedy eyes were glued to his phone screen, following your every move from behind his wispy black bangs. 

What can he say? He really couldn’t help himself. Phone in one hand, the other inching towards his crotch, the urge to rub himself in search of sweet, sweet relief was too strong to fight off. So he didn’t – Jiung simply gave in to the temptation, diving head first into his desire for you.

The past hour had been pure torture. Not only was he absolutely swamped at work with unrealistic deadlines, but he also had to force himself to stay awake for the weekly government broadcast at the assembly hall. Jiung didn’t understand why they made it compulsory viewing every Friday – the content was repeated every week: stay within your factions, don’t interact with outsiders and abide by the curfew. For all he cared, the drawling voice could’ve been speaking in an entirely different language and he wouldn’t even have noticed. 

Not when you were the sole centre of his attention; the only thought that preoccupied his mind.

It was forbidden – whatever this thing you had going on between the two of you, anyway. Neither of you had a clue what this was. Being from different factions meant the odds were never in your favour. From birth, no, from the moment you were conceived in your mothers’ wombs, you and Jiung lived completely different lives. You were from the upper class, and he was from the working class – the lowest rung of society’s ladder; the scum of the earth. You had all the riches and gold, and always dressed in pristine whites. You were the epitome of poise and purity. Jiung was always tainted in shades of dirt, murky browns and dusty greens. Everywhere he went, he carried the earthy stench of the forest, a byproduct of spending endless days chopping wood and farming land for the government – the very government your family helped to form.

He was beneath you, metaphorically and physically. Right now, you locked yourself in an abandoned bedroom, one of the many in your father’s mansion, far away from prying eyes and curious ears. Being the daughter of a high-ranking government official came in handy, especially for raunchy phone sex escapades with the most irresistible boy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

The first time you made eye contact with Jiung was when he came to deliver wood for the fireplace in your father’s study. You felt an electric spark then – both of you did. The air was thick and heavy with tension. And let’s just say you definitely felt an unmistakable wetness pool at your nether regions from watching him lift and chop big chunks of wood like they were weightless. It made you wonder how he would manhandle you in bed too…

You threw the phone onto the four poster bed before launching yourself at the mattress, obscuring the phone camera with a view of your chest that had Jiung salivating from the other end of the line. “Do you think they’ll know?” You mused, spreading yourself out and getting comfortable.

Jiung scoffed. Of course you were stalling – you were an upper class girl with all the time in the world to enjoy life’s simplest pleasures. Him, a humble forest boy, did not have the same privileges. As they always say, time is money. And right now, while he’d love to entertain your musings, he really had to get back to work soon. The forest had to be cleared and the trees were not going to chop themselves.

Plus, he was starting to get impatient. That’s what spending one whole hour eye fucking each other across the hall did to him, he supposed – him, a mere nobody amongst the crowd, and you, standing on the assembly stage, looking down at the commoners like the charming, law-abiding bureaucrat you were raised to be. Oh, if only people knew what went on behind the (smoke)screens. “I doubt it. These phones are ancient, none of the current systems will know how to break the encryption. But we’ll never know for sure – they’re always watching, Y/N.”

You hummed in response, lips curling into a devious smile. You liked that thought. “Then let’s give them a show.”

“That’s what we always do, baby. Now hurry, I’ve waited long enough.”

“What’s the magic word, Jiung?”

Blood rushed towards his cock at the way your saccharine voice wrapped around the syllables of his name. He imagined the same lips, oh so pink and kissable, wrapping around something else of his instead. “Quick, we don’t have time! You always do this, I need to go soon.”

“Always so impatient.” You tsked in feigned disapproval, but deep down, you liked it. You liked how Jiung couldn’t get enough of you, how he needed you so desperately, like a burning desire within him that could never be satiated. Even after ending every video call with a promise to never watch each other cum ever again, he always came running back to you, begging to watch you touch yourself. To him, nothing could beat watching you get off on him and his voice.

“Your shirt, Y/N.” Jiung insisted, voice firm and hard. Almost as firm and hard as his thick cock, straining against the confines of his dirt-stained work pants. 

Your pussy pulsed in response, leaking helplessly at his harsh command. After all, as the darling daughter of the most respected upper class family, you were raised to obey orders. You were always a good girl, and always eager to please. You propped the phone up against the pillow and got on your knees for Jiung, ensuring that your upper half was within the frame. With a sultry grin, you dragged your hands up your body, shivering when your fingers came into contact with your stiff nipples.

“Y/N,” He warned dangerously, but you liked playing games. His words fell on deaf ears as you kept playing with yourself, maintaining the slow pace. “Why would you even forget your bra? You like that everyone can see your nipples, huh? Is that it? Slut.”

“Yes, Jiung. I’m your slut.” You moaned, fingers pinching your buds through the thin fabric of your collared button-down. You were a good girl, but you loved bending the rules every now and then, with and for Jiung. And Jiung loved that he tainted you, the girl who embodied innocence and purity. He loved that he stained your whiteness with his dirtiness, like how he dreamed of painting your soft, supple skin with his hot cum.

Jiung cursed under his breath, and you heard him fumbling on the other end of the line. He scrambled to get his bottoms off and sighed in relief when his heavy cock was released. “Go on, what are you waiting for? Touch yourself for me.”

A dark, twisted part of you loved being spoken to in that way. The tension that built up from having to stand still in front of everyone while Jiung undressed you with his eyes got you all worked up. Now, it already felt like a release to take off your clothes and shed the persona you were forced to put on for the rest of the world. Because you knew when Jiung called you like this, you were reduced to nothing more than his girl; his slut. 

So you did as you were told and spread your legs on either side of the phone. You wore a maxi skirt that went all the way to your ankles to remain modest, but you couldn’t imagine what others would say if they saw you exposing your skin, let alone flashing your wet panties to Jiung, of all people, on the other side of the call. 

“Shit, you’re soaking, Y/N. So wet and we haven’t even got started…” Jiung mumbled, head spinning at the wet spot on your lacy white panties. His finger thumbed over an identical stain on his boxers, teasing himself as he spread the precum around his tip.

“It’s because you always look at me like that…” You whined, hands itching to touch your centre. But you knew better than that; you knew to wait for his instructions.

“Like what?” He smirked cockily. 

“Like you want to eat me up.”

“So what if I do? Hmm?” He hummed in response. “You know I’d do anything to eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

You moaned desperately, body heating up at his choice of words. “Jiung…”

“My sweet girl… Go ahead, touch yourself over your panties.”

You obeyed, lips parting in a sigh as your fingers came in contact with your centre. You placed pressure against your hole and felt yourself clench around nothing. Oh, you would give anything and everything to have his calloused fingers inside your gummy walls instead. But alas, it would never happen.

So you settled with this instead. Having his addictive voice guide you to completion over the phone was better than not having him at all. “Push your panties aside for me, yes, that’s it. Put a finger in.” Jiung instructed. He released a breathy moan when his fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking himself.

Your middle finger slipped inside your entrance easily given how soaked you were. It was a relief – small, but a relief nonetheless. You pumped your fingers in and out, maintaining a steady pace. From the corner of your eye, you could make out Jiung’s handsome face contorting in pleasure as he stroked his cock, matching your pace.

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby.” He breathes out, always a sucker for your strained voice and soft whispers.

“Good…” You trailed off, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Ah, but I wish it was your fingers inside…” You whined.

Jiung grunted in reply to your whiny cries, increasing his pace. “So do I, baby. Been thinking about stuffing your tight pussy with my fingers all day. I’d get you all stretched and ready for my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You cried desperately.

“I know you would, my little slut. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but look at you now. What do you think they’d say? Put another finger in for me, go on.”

You obliged willingly, breath hitching at the feeling of being stretched further. Jiung was hypnotised, his eager eyes glued to the phone screen to watch your walls stretch and accommodate an additional finger. He couldn’t help but imagine replacing your fingers with his throbbing length and thrusting deep inside, over and over and over again until you both reached your climaxes. He loved tainting you; loved ruining the perfect image that the world sees of you.

“Jiung…” Your soft voice pulled him out of his trance. “Wanna see you, please…”

He knew exactly what you were asking for. He lifted up his shirt and angled the phone upwards, giving you the most delectable view of his thick girth and the numerous tattoos littered on his skin. You watched, transfixed, core pulsating as he stroked his cock hurriedly, harsh pants leaving his parted lips.

“How’s the view?” Jiung questioned with a handsome smirk on his face. 

You hummed in approval. “You’re so hot, Jiung.” 

“Right back at you, sweetheart. One more finger, c’mon. You know you can do it.”

Your lips fell apart in choked moans when you added the third finger. It could barely fit. You felt so full.

“God, you’re taking them so well. Doing so good, baby. Are you close?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed at the wet sounds your cunt made as you pumped your fingers in and out. 

“Me too. Rub your clit, yes… Good girl, just like that.”

“Jiung! Jiung, I’m close, Jiung…” Your mind was flooded with thoughts of Jiung and Jiung only, as you chanted his name repeatedly like a sacred prayer. You were so close, rubbing quickly to chase your release. 

“Yes, Y/N, so good, you’re doing so well for me.” Jiung moaned, mirroring your actions. He was running his mouth and babbling at this point. “Want to cum in your tight pussy and fill you up. I’ll stuff you full of my cum, put your panties back on and make you keep it inside… The world needs to know who you belong to.”

“You, Jiung! I belong to you, only you!”

“Fuck!” He swore, not expecting you to say something like this. It was so intimate – you took him completely by surprise. It was like a switch flipped inside him. The next thing he knew, his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and he was cumming messily all over himself. 

Watching his cum leak out in hot spurts made your walls clench tightly on your fingers. The image of him reaching his climax threw you over the edge, pleasure coursing deliciously through your veins as you reached your sweet release. 

It was intense this time, more intense than any of the previous calls. Even though you weren’t in the same room, you could feel the air had shifted. 

You both took a moment to compose yourself, to steady your breaths and heartbeats. But just as you were about to break the silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Damn it, I have to go.” You stared at him, panicked, yet your expression was uncertain and conflicted, like you were experiencing a whole range of emotions in a matter of seconds. 

Jiung was staring so intently at you, waiting for you to say goodbye and end the call. But why did he feel so reluctant this time? 

“I –” He started.

But you cut him off. “Sorry. See you, Jiung.”

You ended the call. For a few seconds, you just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing yourself to imagine what life would be like if you could be with him in person, and not just through a phone screen. 

And then you realised that today was Friday, and the maids were out looking for you to get you ready and all dolled up for dinner at the government house. Instead of returning the phone to its usual resting place under the pillow, you pocketed it for a change. You weren’t too sure why, but your gut was telling you it was the right thing to do.

You ended the call. For a long time, Jiung just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing himself to imagine what life would be like if he could call you his, and not just through a phone screen. His lower body and tattoos were still covered in cum, and he curses into the darkness when he realises…

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered, his words drifting off into the endless void between the two of you.

[7:49pm] jiung: sent a photo.

[7:51pm] jiung: can’t stop thinking about you

[7:51pm] jiung: i need you so bad, please y/n…

[7:51pm] y/n: me too, i want you inside me

[7:51pm] y/n: you can use the maid’s entrance. i’ll sneak out of this dinner, meet me in 20

oh i fucking love sleazy keeho …. ur mind……… need him BAD. ilysm 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

🎃 piwontober : day 7 || y. keeho ; praise kink/spanking/corruption

synopsis 👻 when you're finally ready to lose your virginity, you're too embarrassed to ask Keeho. That's why you use a scary movie as a perfect excuse to take the next step. 🦇 Word Count - 1.2K 🦇

Before Keeho started dating you, he was a playboy. He could pull anyone and his goal was just to get his dick wet. He had tons of experience.

You, on the other hand, you hadn't even gotten close to even kissing a guy. This relationship had lasted longer than any of your other relationships, meaning you were actually ready for sex.

But the problem was. You had no idea how to ask him. After brainstorming, you finally got an idea.

"Hey Keeho..~" You sang, wrapping your arms around him.

"Hey babe, what's up-" Keeho said, before realizing you weren't wearing a bra and your nipples were pressing completely against his back.

"I'm bored," You groaned. You moved to the other side of the couch and sat on his lap.

Keeho was stupid at times, but he wasn't this stupid. His hands dropped to your ass, "So, babe, what do you want to do?"

"Hmm," You pretended to ponder, not-so subtlely grinding on to him. "Watch a scary movie? Halloween is soon, right?"

"Are you sure you want to watch scary movie? I mean, you don't usually like 'em, right?" Keeho responded, trying to not moan while speaking.

"Come on, Keeho, I'll be fine, promise!" You crossed your arms in a way that purposefully accentuated your breasts.

"You'll be fine? From the way it's looking right now, you want to do something else right now," Keeho's siren eyes pierced your skin from the way he was staring so intensely at you and your body, "But I'm sure I'm just overthinking. You want to watch the movie? I'll put one on." One of the hands on your ass moved to take the remote and put a movie on.

Keeho pretended to not notice your pout. This was the first time you were making these advances, he should savor it a little more, shouldn't he?

During the movie, you tried to pay attention, you really did. But you couldn't stop thinking of the hard bulge under you, grinding against your ass. You and Keeho both knew he wouldn't do anything about it.

"Kyo."

"Hm..?"

"F-" You hesitated, redirecting your gaze from the movie to him. "Fuck me..?"

"Finally," Keeho flipped you over so he was on top of you, "I was wondering how long it'd take for you to ask me." Keeho wasted no time in kissing you, tongue exploring your warm mouth.

Keeho's hands went to your breasts, the thin fabric barely practically covering how they pebbled. You were like putty in his hands.

"Keeho, touch me, please," You whined, taking one of the hands massaging your boobs and bringing it down to your core.

"You're so sweet, babe," Keehos fingers hooked your shorts and underwear, "since you said please, I'll give you exactly what you want." He fully pulled down your garments, revealing your glistening core to your boyfriend.

Keeho stared in awe; it's not the first one he's seen, but definitely the cutest one. He slowly pushed his middle and index finger inside.

"Waitwaitwaitkyoi'veneverdonethisbefore..!" You swiftly admitted before he could fit his long fingers fully inside.

"Wait... really?" You expected a look of disgust from the more experienced male, but he only looks more excited. "This is your first time?" You nod, embarrassed. "This is going to be a lot of fun, isn't it? No wonder you were so fuckin' tight when I put my fingers in."

You averted eye contact as Keeho started fucking his fingers into you, maxing out at four fingers to "get you ready for his dick". If that was what you needed to be prepared, you were a bit scared to actually see how big he was.

That was also your first orgasm, on his fingers. The realization only made Keeho harder, so he swiftly discarded his sweatpants and boxers, giving himself a few pumps before lining up his erection with your cunt.

"Hey, babe, face down ass up, promise it'll feel better," Keeho suggested, and you happily obliged, feeling a bit more jittery knowing that you couldn't fully see Keeho's lustful expression.

Keeho slowly slid his length inside your virgin cunt, hand rubbing one of your asscheeks. “You're taking me so well,” He praised. To be honest, pride swelled in him knowing he was your first time. He got to ruin you any way he wanted. 

Halfway inside, he experimentally smacked your ass. If he thought you were tight before, you were even tighter. But you were also wetter. “Kyo~ Why'd you do that?”

Keeho spanked you again. “You're complaining even though it makes you wetter? D'you notice how fuckin’ soaked you are?” Keeho rambled, pushing himself deeper.

“Hurts..!” Tears were starting to fall down your heated cheeks, the sting from both your pussy being stretched and the handprints on your butt.  

“Aww, does it now? Come on, my little girl is taking me so well, you can do it for me,” Keeho leaned closer to your ear. “You're super cute for a virgin~”

“Kee-” His name was a mantra, and you were repeating it like it was the only word you knew. The lewd, repetitive slapping of skin-on-skin filled your ears, and your moans started to get more high pitched. Keeho's fingers started rubbing your clit, the hand that once spanked you groping every part of your soft body. “Kee, feel weird~” Your stomach was starting to feel knotted.

Keeho only increased his pace, mind clouded by the thought of him being your first orgasms, him. “I'm gonna make you cum so hard baby, you’re all mine, nobody else gets to see you like this, right?” He tugged on your hair, eliciting a loud moan out of you. You couldn't respond to Keeho, you were only able to form incoherent babbles as you hit your peak, your juices coating the bedsheets. “Kyo, sorry…” You weakly apologized, brain still hazy from your orgasm and overstimulation from Keeho still pounding into you, harder than ever.

“Don't be sorry, doll,” Keeho said, “You squirted your first time, wanna see you do it again, you'd squirt again for me, for your wonderful boyfriend? Yeah?” The way Keeho talked to you was so saccharine, you would be lying if you said it didn't make you hornier.

“Gonna squirt again for Kyo~” You gripped the white sheets, legs trembling from overstimulation. 

“Yeah you are, and you're going to let me cum inside,” Keeho's pace began to get uneven. You hummed a positive response, and felt as Keeho released his hot sperm in your cunt, painting your gummy pink walls white. The feeling brought you to your orgasm, once again ruining the bedsheets.

Keeho pulled out and plopped on the bed right next to your half-conscious form. “Did that feel good?”

“Mm…” You groaned, “Don't think ‘m gonna be able to walk for a month.”

“That's great, why don't we make it a year?”

me n bella tbh 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼