Cherry Red

cherry red

PAIRINGS: intak x soul

SYNOPSIS: After teaching Soul how to smoke, Intak learns that high Soul is much more different than sober Soul.

WARNINGS: frottage, whiny soul, innocent soul, weed smoking, hair pulling,shot gunning

A/N: 1.8k words is insane. inspired by this ask!

The strong scent of weed was all that could be smelled in the small room, the towels at the crack of the door stopping the smell from seeping into the rest of Intak’s parent’s house. The window was open as far as it could go, though it barely helped the aroma, if anything it was helping to spread it outside.

“Fuck,” Intak’s voice was gravely and strained terribly, trying his best to hold the thick smoke in his lungs. He was sure his eyes were redder than cherries, but he was too spaced out to care. His mind was so fuzzy he almost forgot about his best friend, Soul, beside him, who was just as (maybe even more) stoned as him, the poor boy so far gone.

It was Soul’s first time ever smoking, and he had the pleasure of doing it with Intak. He originally planned to just stay for a while, as he was always too scared to do anything like Intak ever did. He didn’t want to disappoint his parents, who always frowned upon how close the two were. Hell, his parents truthfully didn’t even want him anywhere near the older. What they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?

It took way too much convincing than necessary to get Soul to stay with him while he smoked, the older having to pull out his puppy eyes. “Please, Soul? I don’t wanna smoke by myself,” his words were trailed, trying to achieve his goal of making Soul stay.

“You know I-" “Buttttt,” Intak’s pouty lips were too much for Soul to handle, so eventually he decided to stay. Fuck his puppy eyes.

That led them here, laying on Intak’s twin sized bed, higher than the clouds. They were absolutely fucking baked, their movements slow and their eyes squinted comically. Soul sat up to grab the clear bong, feeling the green marijuana leaves that were engraved into the glass. He took another hit, blowing the smoke out (only with a small cough this time), before laying back down gently.

Intak didn’t even notice the way Soul was cuddling up to him. He didn’t notice the leg thrown around his waist. He didn’t notice Soul talking until he felt a light tickle of breath on his neck, which snapped him back into his senses. “Hmm?” He questioned, absentmindedly teaching his hand down to grasp onto the leg across his torso.

“I’m bored,” Soul pouted, his voice high and whiny, “I got high with you, now make me un-bored.” Towards the end of his sentence, he started giggling. “Is that even a word?” His giggling made Intak start to chuckle a bit, turning onto his head to the side so that he was facing Soul.

“You’re fucked up.”

“So are you, silly.”

They gave each other dopey smiles, Soul leaning forward to rest his forehead against Intak’s bare chest. The older took his hand that wasn’t on Soul’s hip and moved it so it was resting on his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to get comfortable on the small bed. Soul let out a small whine that could have been written off as not wanting to move. It was barely noticeable to Intak.

Do you know what was noticeable, though?

The bulge poked into Intak’s thigh, and the way Soul’s fingers tightened around the older’s bicep. They laid unmoving for a second, Soul’s eyes were glossed over from the weed as they looked at each other.

Intak waited a moment before moving his hips again experimentally, his hazy mind sober enough to register the way Soul closed his eyes and whined shamelessly. Normally, Soul would avoid talking, or even remotely thinking, about anything sexual, since his parents were so strict on him. Intak doubted he even knew how to jerk off properly with the way he was sheltered, his parents constantly being up his ass.

“Someone’s needy, hm?” Soul just swallowed thickly and nodded, moving his hips as subtly as he could. He stuffed his face into Intak’s neck, mumbling some incoherent words. He felt a fire in his veins, that kind of fire that embarrassed him, being turned on so quickly wasn’t anything to brag about. “What was that?” Intak asked as he slid his hand down to the bulge against his thigh, gently palming soul through his sweats.

Intak’s lips trailed down Soul’s neck, his tongue darting out to run over the slightly sweaty skin. Soul’s reactions were so cute, all of the drawn out whines and whimpers leaving the boy’s plump lips were like music to Intak’s ears. “F-Feels good,” Soul stuttered out a whispered reply, grabbing Intak’s wrist where it palmed the younger boy through his sweats.

“You’re so sensitive, baby, it’s so cute.” Intak’s hand stroked Soul’s clothed shaft, teasing the boy as much as he could. Soul’s face was blissed out, eyes red and shut, head thrown back as his hips thrusted forward.

It made Soul blush at the thought of his best friend doing this to him, making him writhe beside him as he did such dirty things. They had always been close, but never this intimate. He couldn’t focus on anything except the hand over his sweats and the pleasure that coursed through his veins, turning him to mush.

He felt Intak’s bulge as well, and the way the other was hard for him. It made his chest swell with pride. “Can I?” His eyes were trained on the outline of Intak’s cock in the other’s sweats when he asked, so Intak knew what he was asking. He nodded and moved his hand inside of Soul’s pants, his warm hand wrapping around the other’s cock softly.

The contact made Soul’s hips immediately roll up, a pretty gasp leaving his pink lips as he tried to reach down to Intak’s clothed cock. “So good for me,” Intak whispered as he moved his hand up, softly flicking his thumb over Soul’s tip. He was dribbling precum, his tip shiny just from some touching. Soul sat up to straddle Intak, pulling off his sweats as he moved.

“Wait,” Intak’s voice was calm, yet it still made Soul snap his eyes up in fear. Was he doing something wrong? He was ready to go to the bathroom and cry his eyes out (and probably hide forever) if his best friend became uncomfortable because of him.

Intak swore he could see the anxiety drain the color of Soul’s face, and he let out a small giggle. “Can you pass me the bong?” Soul just nodded shakily as he reached over to the bong, handing it over to Intak as he let out a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding in. “Why are you so nervous? Chill out, baby.” Intak was aware he probably sounded like a middle aged hippie, the thought making him giggle slightly.

He lit the bong up, taking a deep breath in, his lungs filling up with the strong smoke. He quickly grabbed Soul’s throat, pulling him down to where their lips were barely grazing each other’s. Then he carefully pushed the smoke out, directly into Soul’s mouth.

Soul’s heart was racing and he was almost positive the other boy could feel it, but he turned his focus to capturing the smoke in his lungs. He pulled away, before exhaling slowly, watching their combined smoke fill the room.

“You’re so fucking hot.” The statement faded into thin air as Soul ground his hips down, the head of his cock grazing Intak’s shaft. They both let out a loud moan, Soul’s thighs tightening around the other boy’s sides.

Intak quickly laid the bong down and put his hands on Soul’s waist, slipping them down to the other boy’s plump cheeks. Soul went back to what he was doing, his mind a bit more hazy than it was before. His hand wrapped back around Intak’s length, hearing a slight hiss escape the older boy. He rocked his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock up against Intak’s and wrapping his hand around both.

Soul let out a loud whine, scrunching his eyes and biting his lip. “Fuck, Soul.” Intak’s voice was rough, his eyes trained to Soul’s small hand wrapped around both of their cocks. His body felt tingly, all the way from the top of his head to tips of his toes. The thought of his best friend, innocent, pretty Soul, being so dirty was making his mind reel. His cock was throbbing with need as Soul started thrusting upwards into his hand alongside Intak.

The thrusts were sloppy and Soul’s legs were wobbly, Intak being able to tell that he was nervous. So the older reached up and grabbed Soul’s hair, pulling him down to touch their lips together in a needy, unstable kiss. Soul whimpered into Intak’s mouth at the force of the kiss, and all of the love that traveled through it.

“Please, need you,” his voice was cracking and he thrusted upward, feeling Intak start to roll his hips up as well. A stick mess of precum was on his hand, producing a better slide. Soul was close, embarrassingly close. His cock twitched against Intak, his mouth dropping open in pleasure. 

When Intak brought his hand up, holding them tighter together, Soul was a goner. His back arched, a string of whines falling from his slick lips. He felt butterflies swarm up through his stomach as he came, bucking his hips up desperately. “Making a mess on me. Looking pretty while you do it, too,” Intak’s voice was breathless and he was just as close as Soul was a moment ago. Seeing how fucked out Soul was did nothing to help the fire in his belly, his stomach clenching as he tried to hold back.

“Soul, fuck, grab the weed,” he strained out, a groan following his words. Soul nodded, shivering slightly as he felt his softening cock still pressing against Intak’s. His hand reached down, picking up the bowl and grabbing the lighter. He quickly sucked in the smoke and pressed his lips against Intak’s like he taught him, breathing the smoke out into his mouth.

Within a second, he felt Intak cum all over his cock and both of their hands, his free hand reaching up to Soul’s hair and pulling roughly. It made Soul whimper, his brain completely shutting down for a moment as he rolled his hips down. It made Intak arch his back with sensitivity, quickly taking his hand off of their cocks.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being heard was their labored breaths. Both of their chests were heaving, the weed and post orgasm bliss hindering their thoughts. It wasn’t until they heard the door open did they realize what was going on.

“Soul! You’re in deep shit, mister!”

Would you be into writing some soulseob smut

yes!! always down for some soulseob

so real

Im trying to write but every time I come on here to write something, my mind is blank and I have a big fear of writing something that is original to me but is actually something that I have read before but I just don’t remember 😭😭😭 I’m trying my hardest😔 hopefully soon I’ll get my stories out!!

PAIRINGS: jiung x reader

WARNINGS: molly use, frat boy jiung yum, cocky jiung with an ego the size of his fat cock

A/N: very tiny silly drabble dedicated to @zynz0 cause theyre my pookie mwuah

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— The music was loud downstairs, loud enough that the bass nearly shook the frat house walls. It faded into the background as Jiung delivered hard thrusts to your cunt, fucking you open. He wasn’t exactly focused on you, though–no, he was focused on himself. 

A mirror was on the wall beside his bed, and he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of himself. His orange hair bounced as his hips snapped into yours, sweat dripping down his body. You get why he was staring, he looked like an angel.

His cheeks were flushed, the rosy color spreading down to his chest. A grunt fell from his mouth as he took a hand off of your tit, putting it beside his head to curl his arm. He flexed, staring at the way his own muscles twitched underneath his skin. He was cocky, no doubt about it. He was honestly fucking in love with himself, and he had no shame about it.

Why would he? He was the hottest guy on campus.

He looked back down to you for a moment, relishing in the fact that he had you all wrecked, his cock, his body. The molly you both took probably helped, but he didn't really care. “So fucking tight, baby.” He was slightly breathless, and he looked back into the mirror. 

Your legs were over his shoulders, feet bouncing as he slammed his hips into yours. He liked the look. His jaw chattered as he fucked you, molly jaw not being able to stop him from ruining your pussy. The whines that fell from your mouth did nothing but inflate his ego.

If that was even possible.

His eyes traced his body in the mirror, watching his hips move, watching his toned stomach clench with the promise of an orgasm, watching his tattoos bend with his body. He was the best eye candy, and you were staring at him too.

“You're–mmh, you're so sexy,” you mumbled, tracing your hands down his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers.

“I know.”

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?

getting bred my a cowboy would be my last dying wish i have met many sexy cowboys in my day

and no its so funny i get it i would laugh everytime trust

i’m being so incredibly annoying rn in ur inbox but i’ve been working on a cowboy jiung fic for awhile now and now i need ur thoughts on cowboy piwon.. hehe

also my requests are open and i need ur brain please send me some ideas because i fear u match my freak toooooo well 🙏🏽

YOU ARE NOT ANNOYING AT ALL I LOVE WHEN YOU INBOX ME ITS THE EQUIVALENT OF A FANCALL WITH AN IDOL FOR ME

WAIT BEFORE I GIVE MY THOUGHTS when this meme first came out, i thought this was the original meme, i had never seen the eureka version and walked around saying urethra and putting my finger up for like a month.

but anyway omg cowboy piwon really creams my corn. im from south carolina (literally the dirtiest state ever its sooo horrible here) but i live on a farm and when i read cowboy i immediately thought of jiung working on the farm, lifting hay bales and feeding the animals

like reader is the cute farmers daughter and piwon works for their dad....he picks flowers and gives them to you cause he can see your garden and how hard you work on it (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) and when he's been working all day, he comes in and you offer him a bath cause hes sooo sweaty and dirty from working

and now this big strong cowboy is in your shower using your strawberry shampoo and eating the cherry pie you baked feeling all warm and gooey please i love gentlemen

and when they ride the horses to round up the sheep, theyre sweating, cowboy hat on their head, handling the animals with ease

and cowboy southern accent jiung (with a breeding kink because HES A FAMILY MAN) who grunts loudly in your ear while hes drilling your pussy, telling you how good you’d look as a mother, “My pretty girl, belly round, takin’ care of my babies. you’d, fuck, you'd look so gorgeous.” dont even get me started on when you wear your pretty sundress around the farm...

matter of fact theyd all have breeding kinks because what is a cowboy without the primal urge to have a family...