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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇: nonidol!p1h x ocs

wc: 2K

pw(s): none!

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“BREAKING NEWS! UNEXPECTED WORMHOLES APPEAR TO BE POPPING UP ALL OVER THE CITY OF SEOUL.”

The eyes of Choi Taeyang had cowered over the small T.V posted ahead of him. The older man had desperately tried getting some source of a nap while the other members worked around him, that was just until his attention averted to the live broadcast. Leaning off the leather cladded couch, he tilted his head and bright red words sprawled across the television.

“The hell is this?” Theo muttered.

The two boys sitting on the floor glanced up at him, in the middle of their game. “What’s up?” The boy named Intak spoke, raising a brow. Theo nodded his head up towards the T.V, Jongseob’s attention completely diverted to the newscaster, placing his Nintendo onto the cold wood floor. A smaller picture of the 6 men popped up on screen, the picture from many years ago when the ‘almighty’ P1harmony was out and saving the world.

They were what everyone called, “The world’s heroes” much to their demise, but it was true. It’s been 4 years since peace had settled around + world, and it had not been a good look for the boys since. After curing the virus that set the world a storm, left a huge impact on not only their city, but their heroes. As of now, the boys have been hiding away from the press. Mostly for their people’s safety, because they knew that someday Alcor would come back. Possibly even worse.

Due to their disappearance, they had been forgotten to the outside world. Castawayed from the media leaving them as appalled they were by the very words leaving the reporters mouth on from the news.

“Widespread panic is being reported around areas that reach beyond Daejeon.” The scarlet haired male, second eldest, Keeho stood up from his chair as well as Soul who fixed his necklace. The two moved to face the screen that showed live footage of the “wormholes”. The newscaster stopped his speech when one of the camera men moved into frame, discreetly whispering something into the man’s ear. Shock unraveled on his face, his wrinkles deeper, as his eyes fixated on the screen when the male walked off. “It appears that these wormholes are portals…to another world?”

“There have been no reports on what these could contain, or what’s among the ‘world’ inside.” The next few words that left the man’s mouth left the boys in disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but, where are our + heroes when you need them? All I can say is… prepare for what’s to come, P1harmony, save us all.”The T.V cut off, screen turning black, reflecting the looks of utter disbelief upon all the boys faces.

. . .

“What the fu-”

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A/N: The first chapter will be coming sometime next week, this is a small snippet so that I don’t leave y’all with nothing LOL!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - nonidol!p1h x ocs

wc: 23k

cw: cursing, violence, etc.

synopsis: after the news of an invasion breaks out, Karina and Freya are sent to wreak havoc upon Plus+World, and it’s people. The two end up at the hands of the very creators who started it all.

♫: shadows - pastel ghost

( ☆ )

"BREAKING NEWS! UNEXPECTED WORMHOLES APPEAR TO BE POPPING UP ALL OVER THE CITY OF SEOUL."

The eyes of Choi Taeyang had cowered over the small T.V posted ahead of him. The man had desperately tried getting some source of a nap while the other members worked around him, that was just until his attention averted to the live broadcast.

Leaning off the leather cladded couch, he tilted his head as bright red words stretched across the television screen.

"The hell is this?" Theo muttered.

The two boys sitting on the floor stared up at him, pausing in the middle of their game. "What's up?" Intak spoke, raising a brow. Theo nodded his head up towards the T.V, Jongseob's eyes flickered to the newscaster, he placed the small Nintendo he had onto the cold wood floor. A smaller picture of the 6 men popped up on screen, the picture from many years ago when the 'almighty' P1harmony was out and saving the world.

They were what everyone called, "The world's heroes" much to their demise, but it was true. It's been 4 years since peace had settled around + world, and it had not been a good look for the boys since. After curing the virus that set the world a storm, left a huge impact on not only their city, but their heroes.

As of now, the boys have been hiding from the press. Mostly for their people's safety, because they knew that someday Alcor would come back. Possibly even worse. Due to their disappearance, they had been forgotten to the outside world. Castawayed from the media leaving them as appalled they were by the very words leaving the reporters mouth on from the news.

"Widespread panic is being reported around areas that reach beyond Daejeon." The scarlet haired male, second eldest, Keeho stood up from his chair as well as Soul who fixed his chain. The two moved to face the screen that showed live footage of the "wormholes" that were growing in size. The newscaster stopped his speech when one of the camera men moved into frame, discreetly whispering something into the man's ear. Shock unraveled on his face, his wrinkles deeper, as his eyes fixated on the screen when the male walked off. "It appears that these wormholes are portals...to another world?”

"There have been no reports on what these could contain, or what's among the 'world' inside." The next few words that left the man's mouth left the boys in disbelief.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but, where are our + heroes when you need them? P1harmony, save us all." The T.V cut off, screen turning black, reflecting the looks of utter disbelief upon all the boys faces.

"What the fu-”

(flashback)

“Today’s the day.”

Were the last words Karina heard fly out of Heloca’s mouth before she had drifted off into space. To be fair, the girl had been running on 1 hour of sleep, the lecture her group was being given was the least of her worries at the moment. Heloca noticed this while giving the speech, and Karina could tell by the small glares her teacher threw at her. The only thing keeping her awake from her lack of sleep were the bright white lights that beamed down from the corridor onto the room the small assembly was being held, but it didn’t stop her from wobbling back and forth on the heels of her feet. Heloca had announced across headquarters a new mission that was to commence. It’s a very important one considering most of the higher ups are involved. Karina would’ve cared a lot more if it weren’t to invade another reality, and it was all finally catching up to the girl. It was clear the woman needed a rest, especially to the people next to her watching her figure tilt and sway as if she were refraining herself from toppling back into them.

The small tug from the back of her top was enough to pull her from her delirious state. Her body visibly flinching by the unexpected pull, her head turned to the voice that whispered in her ear, “Pull it together, K.” Her friend, Zeko stated firmly. He threw her a raise of his brow as Karina shook her head, “Sorry. Just tired.” Her eyes peered ahead out of the window of the building they stood in. She watched as the groups of kids outside played along the sidewalks, using the specialized bright neon tech to help them run about. “Are you sure that’s the only thing?” A small huff left her lips as she turned to stare into her friend’s bright blue irises, “Listen to your senior.” She used her two index fingers to nudge his jaw back forward to look back at their leader who was speaking. He couldn’t resist the small grin that formed on his lips from the contact, but did as told.

Zeko and Karina have been colleges for a couple of years. The first time she figured out her abilities, Heloca introduced Zeko as Karina’s new trainer. Ever since then, the two have been close. He could read her like a book, her knew there was something else that was going on in her head, but she’d never share. Karina’s always been very imaginative, always wanted to see overlook what was beyond her world. The only thing that stopped her was her superior. Heloca practically raised Karina, so she never was able to experience having many friends or even romances, which she’d rarely consider. She’s always been Heloca’s apprentice, as much as she despised it.

The girl’s red and blue irises stared into a deep abyss, so deep that she didn’t notice Heloca’s icy glare digging into her forehead at the moment.

“Karina.”

Her eyes snapped over to Heloca who stared her down. “Focus.” She gave her a firm nod before swiftly fixing her posture in understanding. Heloca continued, “We find the team, destroy Plus+World, take them. A simple extraction.” Karina would’ve scoffed, but she couldn’t let herself be shunned upon by her peers. From her perspective, she knew this invasion would be just be the start of a war. Especially when this another universe they’d be invading. It was ‘justice being served’ to Heloca’s beliefs, though all it was to Karina was more redundant destruction and chaos. But she grew up being one of the ones to provoke it, and it scared her. But what scared her even further was to go against her own people. She knew better. She knew the consequences she’d endure by just one step onto the enemies ground would lead to her own downfall, and many others. So she kept her mouth shut, her cold fingers fiddled together in front of her abdomen, showcasing her ‘subtle’ nervousness.

Heloca’s words knocked her back into her senses at once. “The mission starts now.”

Wait what?

Everything happened so fast the girl couldn’t even process everyone starting to leave around her. Karina turned around to ask Zeko but was met with an empty space, her eyes threatened to roll once she heard the voice of Heloca call her. Karina turned to see the older lady motion for her to walk over. As she did, Heloca stared her figure up and down looking slightly concerned. “Is everything alright, Rina? You’re out of it today.”

“So I’ve been told.” Karina threw her a raise of her brow, running her hands through her black and pink locs, to settle them. “Well, I need you today. So maybe try not to fall asleep on the day of you’re job.” Heloca gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder before walking to the door where everyone already exited from. “No promises.” Karina joked, Heloca knew she’d keep her word. With that, the lady nodded satisfied, giving Karina one last glance before leaving through the two doors.

Once by herself, she finally let her head fall back onto her shoulders that drooped after the door shut, a resounding sigh leaving her mouth, “I’m totally gonna fall asleep.” She whined to herself, sulking.

( ☆ )

The alert on Freya’s tech bracelet went off, the bright white light and loud beeping sound made her finch violently. In return, almost dropping the bowl of cereal she held tightly in her palms. Even her own reflexes didn’t help the small bits of cereal and milk that spilled from her bowl onto the white tiles of her hideout. “Jesus!” She almost cursed, she grumbled loudly to herself as she sat her bowl down to clean the mess she accidentally created. “The hell is going on now?” She muttered, shaking her head. Looking up from the floor and at the bright green numbers rolling across the screen of her bracelet.

Freya knew this code all too familiarly, her last run ins with the higher ups almost never went as planned considering how ‘well’ she does with authority, but she worked well with them. A small smirk etched it’s way onto Freya’s lips as she stood up to set her bowl down on the coffee table.

‘Oh, i’m going…’ She thought to herself. This would be Freya’s one way trip out of what she called her own personal ‘hell’, except for the fact that she was one of the first convicted felons of her world. After having her privileges of being a higher up stripped, she went off on her own. Eventually she found hideout and has lived in a secret place since, but Freya never intended to turn to a life of crime. Until one argument with a police officer that led her to believe that all police officers are stuck up and impossible all around. Freya being herself, couldn’t help but miss the opportunity.

( ☆ )

“It’s a get in, and get out.” The team hastly followed Heloca who brought them towards the one of many ‘portals’ that had formed as gateway’s into Plus+World. “These portals close quick, so make sure everyone stays together.” Karina stared from the other side of the portal into the sky, a beautiful orange and pink hue of Plus+World meshing well together, the air blowing through her locs was crisp and held a sense of ‘peace.’ A bittersweet aspect Karina would never forget. However, the feeling made something in her gut clench tighter than before.

Her eyes shut momentarily, feeling the arms of her peers nudge against her own one by one to jump through the portal. Zeko moved forward and leant her a hand, she watched as a small smile made its way to his face. The thought of Zeko possibly enjoying this malicious act kept replaying in her head. “Let’s go, K.” He urged, reluctantly-so she slipped her hand into his, giving one look back at their leader before jumping in with him.

On the other hand, Freya hastly grabbed her jacket off the kitchen counter along with her keys. “Bye, pinky!” She yelled to the small cage that held her pet lizard. Freya slid the piece of scrap metal that acted as a door open, crouching to leave through the small space. Knocking some boxes out of her way to get to the bright purple bike that had been hidden away from the general public.

Freya hopped on her motorcycle placing her matching helmet over her head, starting the engine and driving off as quick as she could. The air flew through her blue locs, the vehicle swerved and zoomed quickly through the streets, gaining looks from many passing civilians as she made her way to the nearest gateway.

The moment Karina and Zeko dropped down is when all hell broke loose. She watched around her as her own accomplices terrorized the civilians of Plus+World with tech grenades and blasters, people fled the streets trying to drive themselves away from the scene of buildings being blown up and being shot at. Karina swallowed down the guilt and immediately snapped into action, knowing this will end quicker with her help. “Split up.” Karina ordered, getting her gadgets ready. Zeko nods and runs off on his own as Karina walked down the streets, a luminescent pink glow swirled up her arms creating her own specialized tech. The bright hue shined off the sides of the buildings she walked between them, tracking down any sort of evidence to bring her towards her destination.

A speechless Freya walked through the same street as well, watching chaos unleash all around her. She huffed out a curse once she met eyes with one of the men from alcor. While trying to back up and get away before the man could call his comrades over to get the girl, Freya caught herself from tripping over two small boys behind her, they both had tears running down their faces with distressed looks upon them. “Our brother!” The twins screamed pointing back at one of the alcor drones, ready to shoot at a smaller boy, a baby boy to be exact. Freya reacted quickly by nudging the two behind her and generating a blue tech gun at the palm of her hand. One blast at the drone had it crumbling to pieces.

Freya ran up to the boy, placing her hands under him to pick him up and ran back to the brothers. “Follow me!” She ushered, leading the three away from the scene quickly as possible. She brought them to a small nearby alleyway, though she was saving their lives it felt as if she didn’t know where to go from there. Whether to leave them or bring them with her. She placed the youngest onto his feet next to his siblings.

“Where’s your mom?” Freya asked gently, placing a hand on both their shoulders. The question made the youngest’s mouth waver and the tears began to fall, Freya’s heart felt like it fell to her stomach, just watching the sadness paint their faces made her feel guilty at the thought. “Alright, okay…” Freya gulped down the panic that eased its way up her throat, feeling as if her work just now was useless. Until she remembered seeing a small shop nearby the first time she stepped foot into the world. Freya leant down towards the three kids and pointed across the street to the small coffee shop that hadn’t been touched, one of many stores that weren’t demolished just yet.

“You guys see that store over there?” She mentioned, they all looked to where she pointed and nodded. “It’s safe over there, but we have to get over the street, can you do that?” Nothing but care and desperation flooded her features, one of the brothers studied her. The bright purple eyes and blue hair were prominent features that they all took notice of. So before the other two of his siblings could grab her hand to go with her, he stopped them by one question that had been lingering in his mind for far too long now. “Uh, ma’am?” His small voice wavered. Freya’s brows knitted together slightly, watching his fingers fiddle with each other.

“Are you one of them?” He asked, his wondering eyes finally met her eyes. It grew silent for a moment, until Freya answered simply. “No. I’m just someone here to help, alright?” She gave the boy a reassuring pat on the head, before getting off her knee. Freya picked up the youngest and leaned down to let another one get on her back, “Hop on.” She motioned, in which the child did as told. The last brother pulled his hand into hers. The four ran across the street, narrowly missing the flying debris heading for them.

Upon safely arriving, Freya immediately went to open the door, but it was locked. She peered inside to see a middle aged woman standing behind the register counter, frozen and staring back at the 4 in fear. Freya used both her fists to bang on the glass doors, “Ma’am, let us in please!” She yelled behind the glass, but the woman stood in place, unmoving. Too terrified to even open the door for the kids. Freya only lost patience, letting out an defeated sigh, especially when the boy at her feet tugged at her hand to get her attention. “Ma’am!” Freya glanced back to where he pointed at the quartet of drones starting to fly at them. Freya started to frantically bang on the doors, almost cracking them the harder and faster she did it. “I have kids out here, please!”

By the desperate pleas of the girl, the woman mustered up some courage to finally run to the door and unlock it. Freya placed the kids down and ushered them inside with the woman. Freya swiftly grabbed the door and slammed it shut, not before yelling a quick, ‘thank you’. The children and lady watched from inside the store, seeing Freya blast all the drones down with her gun and run off.

Karina found her self stuck in the middle of an alleyway by the directions of her bracelet. They glitched and sputtered across the bright screen of her band. With a sigh, she walked down the dark secluded path, the area dark and quiet amongst the chaos that was happening a couple blocks down from her. The spray painted bold pink and black letters caught her attention while passing by. The words, ‘UTOPIA’ splattered across the wood of bricks. Karina raised a brow taking note.

So this is where they are…

Karina led herself around the building to check for any sign of an entrance. The moment she turned a corner the person she bumped into almost had her off her feet and onto the ground due to the impact. Well, both of them.

“Watch where you’re going, damn.”

Karina felt her limbs tense upon recognizing the voice that shouted at her. A small groan fell apart from her lips upon being met with bright purple eyes. Ones that belonged to her younger counterpart.

Freya

The moment Freya realized who it was she immediately leaped up from the ground and without thinking, throwing herself into Karina’s arms out of relief. “Oh my god! I’m glad it’s you-”

“Get off of me.” Karina’s stern tone cut her off mid sentence. By her body language and bluntness, Freya frowned and pull away almost immediately, clearly offended. “Well ‘hello’ to you too, Karina.”

“Why are you here?” Karina clicked her tongue, impatiently. Freya tilted her head, baffled. “I should be asking you the same thing. What the hell is going on here, Karina?” Karina sighed, “Heloca’s plan. Mission 3008, remember?” Freya stared at the girl and glanced down as if recollecting all the memories starting to flood back to her. “So…this is Plus+World?” Karina hummed staring up at the tall building in front of the two. “I think this may be there hideout? i’m not sure yet.” Freya shook her head lightly, “I didn’t think the invasion would be this bad.” Her voice grim, as her eyes followed around the corner to watch the drone shoot down another civilian. Karina tried not to think to much into it, Freya took notice of how quiet it grew between them. Neither of which knowing what to say to one another. “You don’t have to do this, you know-”

“We’re not having this conversation, Freya. I can’t betray my people. Not like how you did.” Karina turned her back from her ex-companion, as if telling her to ‘go away’. That only made freya follow after her, in need of defending herself. “I did that so I wouldn’t turn out miserable trying to end innocent lives for a leader who doesn’t give a shit about us-” Freya’s rant was cut off by a gunshot sounding off in her direction. The girl yelped loudly, feeling a burning sensation of a bullet grazing the side of her arm. Freya held her arm to stop blood from gushing out of her fresh opened wound, both her and Karina whipped their heads around to see where the shot had came from. “Heloca?” Freya sputtered.

The sing-song like tone of a whistle from above diverted their attention where they saw a raven haired male, sitting on the ledge of the roof, holding a rifle in his arms with a small menacing smirk. His legs swung back and forth mockingly as if to taunt them.

Theo.

“Yeah, that’s definitely not Heloca.” Karina muttered, raising her gadget up slowly. Before they could even take out their tech, he rained fire at them with countless bullets as they hoth ran in attempt to hide. Freya turned and shot back with a solid blast from her gun, the force making Theo jolt back before it hit his body. He ducked away by her second and third attempts. Karina crouched, she snuck herself away to move behind the building only to find a door. The door was boarded up, but Karina cared less. Her tech fists smashing through the planks of wood, with ease. Unlocking the door and pushing it open, she walked in looking from side to side in the place she entered.

The bell to the door of the workshop dinged when it popped open. Karina walked around the shop observingly. The T.V on and playing the news in the background, weapons and equipment discarded as if they knew she were there. Karina sensed someone creeping up behind her shoulder. When she turned around a fist went to collide with her face, but missed once Karina moved to the side to see a dude with short black hair and a red jacket holding up his fists, as if to taunt her. A flash of blond hair had caught the corner of her eye, Karina swiftly ducked when a blast flew past her head from behind.

Intak and Jongseob

Freya looked all around for where the sharp shooter had hid on the roof, from the angle she was looking at it was harder for her to catch a glimpse of where he had gone. “Coward!” She yelled up at the rooftop with a small grin.

That grin was slowly melted off her tense features once she felt the gun she held, contract onto her arm. Freya’s hand shot down to hold her arm, she grimaced feeling the tightness become slower and more painful to bare, it felt like a clenching sensation shooting through the inside of her arm, as if the circulation to her blood got cut off. The glowing blue power wrapped in on her own skin further made her start to believe her own technology was failing on her. A whistle from the end of the alley made her head shoot up to see who it was. It was another guy, she assumed was part of their team. The tye-dyed hair gave it away.

Soul

He saluted her with a goofy-smirk watching her scowl deepen. That grin etched off his lips as he saw her rip the tech off with little to no effort, now proceeding to saunter towards him. “Over here!” Another voice shouted. This time in english, from the opposite end of the block. Freya whipped her head back to be met with the sight of taller male, this one had burgandy colored hair and wore bright and condescending smirk.

Keeho

Before she could blink, he was gone in a ‘zap!’ and so was Soul. Freya groaned aloud at their tantics, “Men are so goddamn annoying.” She huffed, following after the two.

Karina had the two men she were previously fighting, hiding behind a small couch that was half burnt in half and smoking. Karina could hear the two fumbling with something behind the couch, but she made no moves to stop them. She wore an amused expression, and cleared her throat to stop their conversation. “Are we done here?” They both loomed over the couch, watching as the pink haired woman created the same set of pink armor that dissipated from her arms before.

Both Intak and Jongseob gave one another a look, before staring up at her figure. “Yes.” They both nodded, taking glanced from behind her. Karina nodded with a small raise of a brow and moved to grab one of them. A strong force binded back both her arms, as if a magnetic clamped her forearms to one another and squeezed. A small gasp left her throat at how fast she was put into a headlock from the man behind her, Keeho. Soul walked in front of Karina who struggled in the other male arms just as Freya made her way into the complex. She raised her gun and pointed it towards the man who held Karina about to pull the trigger. But before the moment all hell could break loose, a telekinetic force compelled everyone in place. Rendering them each frozen and unmoving. At that moment, a slender male with ginger hair walked in, holding a hand up with a blue aura clouded around it. The last and final member.

Jiung.

“Who the hell are you guys?”

( ☆ )

a/n: that was the first chapter, i hope y’all like <33

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sweet thing

PAIRINGS: theo x intak

SYNOPSIS: Intak couldnt help but want to ruin the perfect boy he found himself in front of.

WARNINGS: throatpie, mean intak, demon intak, bottom theo, blonde theo because hes superior, hair pulling, drool

A/N: thank you anon for this request!!

“Just stay still, sweet thing. Lemme fuck your throat, yeah?” Intak’s voice was smooth as he held onto the sides of Theo’s head, his fingers laced through the soft blonde hair. Theo was sitting on the floor of his apartment’s living room, his hoodie bunched up from the position he was in. Intak stood in front of him, his eyes red and his long tail thrashing wildly behind him. 

Theo nodded sweetly, opening his mouth and looking him in the eyes. Intak groaned, using one hand to push his sweats the rest of the way down to where the material pooled around his ankles. His cock was, simply put, not human, the tip was bulbous and flushed, his base swollen prettily. It was intimidating to say the least, and Theo wondered briefly if it would even fit inside of his mouth.

Intak placed his hand on his cock, sighing at the relief that came with the touch. “Stick your tongue out, precious.” Theo immediately complied, wanting nothing more than to taste what was in front of him. Intak guided his cock to the awaiting mouth in front of him, sliding in slowly. Once his tip hit the back of Theo’s throat, his body tensed, an obscene gag releasing from him as his hands shot up to Intak’s thighs, trying to grab onto something. 

As Intak’s cock started to push down Theo’s throat, he started pushing a little faster, causing tears to spring in his eyes and his gag reflex to hyperactivate, his body trying to push the inhuman intrusion out. It made him tsk, his hands brushing through Theo’s hair as he finally stopped, his nose touching Intak’s shaven pubic bone. Theo’s lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, and he panicked, looking up at Intak with terror in his eyes as his hands started to lightly hit the demon’s thighs. 

Intak let out a breathy laugh, pulling his hips back until his cock left the warm confines of Theo’s mouth. A gasp of air was pulled into Theo’s lungs as he coughed, wiping the stray tears that littered his cheeks. “‘S too much. Too big.” Theo said. He didn't want to embarrass himself, didn't want to seem too stupid to suck cock. He looked down, embarrassed from the statement. 

“Awh, you can take it. You’re my good boy, right? Good boys don’t complain, they take what they’re given.” The words were mean, condescending, and they made Theo’s cock jump in his shorts. Intak raised Theo’s head and used his cock to tap on his lips, signaling for them to open. As he opened his mouth, he aggressively pushed his hips forward, penetrating his throat in one swift movement. It made him cry out a muffled sound around him, tears falling freely from his eyes in a way that made Intak’s spine tingle with arousal. Drool began to pool in his mouth, seeping down his chin in small dribbles.

The scene was so pretty, Theo on his knees, his eyes filled with tears and his plump lips wrapped around the cock that filled his throat. It was so sinful, so nasty. There was a certain bliss that Intak got from destroying such an innocent boy, from taking his pearly white aura and darkening it with the type of sin that only demons could muster.

His hand reached to his throat, feeling the way his skin bulged to fit all of him in it. A possessive groan left Intak at the feel of it, his hips twitching, forcing his cock down deeper. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” His tone was nothing short of mean, almost mocking as he stared down at the blonde boy. He pulled his hips back until there was nothing but his tip in his mouth, quickly snapping his hips forwards to fill Theo’s throat again. It made him gag violently, his throat convulsing around Intak as he continued his assault on his airway.

“So fucking good for me, so good.” Theo could only whine in response, his cock twitching at the praise and the force of Intak’s hips. Intak finally pulled away long enough to give him time to catch his breath, watching as he gasped, his pretty lips glistening with spit.

“Gonna let me cum down your throat, hm?” The question was less of a question, more of a demand. Theo didn't mind, though, and he eagerly nodded. He took a deep breath as Intak positioned his hips in front of him once more. He wasted no time going back to the brutal pace, this time not stopping. Drool started to drip down more, getting onto his hoodie, but Theo couldn’t care less.

As groans and grunts left Intak, he could feel his thrusts start to falter in pace, his hips stuttering and his fat cock twitching as his climax started to creep up on him. “So fuckin’ nasty, letting a demon fuck your throat.” 

A broken whine was Theo’s response, pressing his palm into the bulge of his cock, trying to relieve the throbbing ache. Intak gave one final powerful thrust, pushing in his throat to the hilt and absolutely pulsing as he came. Theo sat there for a few good seconds, Intak’s cock still cumming down his throat, and he swore his stomach started to bulge a bit. The thought of Intak pumping him so full of cum that he bloated made him feel warm inside, happy to be stuffed full of Intak. 

Cum started to seep out from around his cock, as Theo physically couldn’t hold anymore of it. It was sloppy, cum mixing with drool, seeping down onto the carpet. Intak groaned and finally released the blonde, and only then could he realize how lightheaded he was. Once Theo caught his breath, he looked up to see Intak, still hard.

“Go and lay down. Gonna make you forget your fuckin’ name.”

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.

guilty pleasure

PAIRINGS: jongseob x reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepbrother knew you better than anyone.

WARNINGS: stepcest, creampie, a little angst possibly, soft jongseob, whiny reader

A/N: my first 1k+ work woahhh hope u guys like this!

“Fuck, Jongseob, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Your voice was shaky as your step brother dragged you to his bedroom, pushing you down onto the bed needily. It made goosebumps rise on your skin, the feeling like a rush as he started kissing down your sensitive neck, eliciting moans from your pretty lips.

Everything was happening so fast, you barely had any time to realize what was going on before Jongseob grabbed you up. It was a Wednesday afternoon and your mom went out on a date with his dad. They had just gotten married a few months ago, and guilt couldn't help but eat at your mind.

His kisses were hot, sloppy and filthy as he mouthed down your neck. Your pussy ached with need, the thrill of it all making you absolutely drip. “You’re so fucking pretty. Prettiest girl i've ever seen.” He mumbled into your neck, punctuating his words with his tongue, licking a hot stripe up your skin. Your face grew hot at his words, and your heart warmed. 

“Please, please fuck me, Seob,” Your words were nothing short of desperate. It was a plea, a plea for him, his cock, his love, no doubt. It made him smile, his teeth digging into your neck. “You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up, make you mine?” 

Mine. Something you could only dream of being. The question didn't fail to make you moan, though, and you nodded. Your hands went up to his hoodie, tugging on the soft material. He pulled back from your neck, slipping his hoodie off, messing his hair in the process. He looked so good, like walking fucking sex. 

Jongseob’s hands made quick work of your shorts and shirt, slipping the useless material off. You were pretty beneath him, he thought. He didn't want anyone else seeing you like this, didn't want anyone else seeing you so drunk off of a simple touch.

His mouth came to your lips this time, pulling you into a sickeningly sweet kiss. A kiss that definitely only came once in a lifetime. The kind of kiss that made a prom night hookup pale in comparison. Jongseob’s lips were soft and he tasted like mint.

Jongseob’s hands moved up to your waist, holding you beneath him like he was afraid of breaking you. His touch was soft, gentle, and it betrayed his mind. In his mind, you were on your hands and knees taking all he had to give, his hand in your hair, pulling you back violently. 

He knew better than to treat you like that. You were sweet, soft, a persimmon beneath him. Something he couldn't wait to taste, he couldn't wait to treat you like the angel you were. He didn't want to call it love, really.

He was only lying to himself.

Your hands moved to his hair, pulling on the stands and Jongseob just knew he was in love. His lips trailed to your jaw, nipping and sucking on the soft skin there. “I mean it. Prettiest girl in the world.” His words made you desperate. It was the effect he seemed to have on you, a few words from his mouth and you were putty in his hands. 

You smiled softly, moving your hands to his shoulders as he kissed your jaw sweetly. You didn't exactly know how to respond to him without telling on yourself, so you stayed quiet–and that was okay. Jongseob knew that you got tongue tied, scared of your own words that would come up through your mouth. 

He rolled his hips down onto your cunt, only covered by your underwear. A grunt came from his throat, his cock throbbing against you through his sweats. He could feel the heat coming from you, the wetness staining your panties. It made his chest swell with pride, knowing it was only him you were responding to, knowing it was only him who made your pussy drip.

Your hips eagerly rolled back up with a soft moan, his hard cock pressing against you so deliciously that you wanted to remember this feeling forever, feel his love and touch forever. The grunt that came from his mouth filled your ears, your head, your veins. Jongseob’s mouth was still working down your jaw to your neck, tasting the salty skin.

He pulled back, sitting on his knees, slipping his sweats off. His hair was messy, his plump lips slick with spit and the prettiest red you’d ever seen. He only pulled his sweats down to his knees, a bit rushed and impatient. His cock was just as impatient as him, springing free, tapping his bellybutton. 

Jongseob’s cock was flushed, precum dribbling from his tip in a sticky mess. It was mouth watering, and you had half a mind to take a picture, keep the image in your phone, just for you. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you knew you were in love.

His hands moved to your underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the material. The slide down your legs was slow, and his hands grazing your skin made you forget why you had felt guilty earlier.

Once your pussy was exposed, Jongseob groaned just from the sight alone. You were glistening in the light streaming through your window, pretty and just for him. His pretty brown eyes were trained on your cunt, his cock jumping between his legs. 

Jongseob knew he probably shouldn’t be with you like this. He knew. But he couldn’t look away. Not from the pretty scene displayed before him, like a painting made purely for his eyes. A painting so beautiful, in fact, that it would surely be hung in the corner of his mind until his last breath.

You took a deep breath as he positioned his cock in front of your entrance, his free hand moving to your knee, pressing it against your chest. The second his cock began to push into you, Jongseob dropped his head with a low moan. It was heavenly, the tightness around him making it hard for him not to cum right then. 

You were no better, your eyes closed tight. He was so big, nestling inside of you perfectly, like his cock was molded for your pussy. A whine ripped from your throat once he bottomed out, buried deep within you. It was unreal, truly. 

“So fuckin’ tight, baby, fuck,” Jongseob’s voice was low and breathless, and you could feel the way he throbbed. You tried to ignore how butterflies attacked your ribcage at the nickname. “Please, move,” Your voice was no better than his, breathless and whiny. Jongseob complied, rolling his hips into yours slowly. God, it was absolutely ethereal. The drag of his cock along your walls had you mewling softly, your hands on his elbows that were holding your knees to your chest.

Jongseob built a pace, no longer slow. His hips snapped into yours, forcing groans from his throat. Your back arched, gasping and whimpering. Every thrust of his hips forced a small, “uh, uh, uh,” from your lips, filling the room. Your sounds were like the most beautiful music he had ever heard, composed only for him. 

“You like that?” He asked. He knew the answer. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he spoke, and you wanted to bite it. You nodded eagerly, your blunt nails digging into his skin. You knew you wouldn't last long at all. 

His hips continued to trust, his cock stretching your pussy and gliding easily. The room smelt like sex, mingling with the smell of him. It was a combination that made your head fuzzy. His hair fell over his eyes as he continued to move his hips, reeling from the squelching of your wet pussy. “So wet for me. Gonna fill this pussy up.”

The words that fell from his lips were so nasty that you couldn't help but clench around him, a moan ripping from your throat. He moaned with you, the clenching making his cock twitch inside of you. You seriously wouldn't last long.

When his thumb left your leg, moving down to your clit, you were a goner. Your back arched deeper, your feet trembling as you came around his cock, a white ring forming around the base. His hips kept moving, stuttering and twitching as you convulsed around him. A string of curses, along with his name, fell from your lips in a heaping mess, your voice dripping with sickly sweet honey.

Jongseob would never last, not with the way your pussy spasmed around his cock. He thrusted deep, grunting loudly as he filled your cunt. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, pumping your womb full of hot, sticky cum. His hands shook against your knees, his mouth dropped open. He was beautiful. 

He stayed inside of you for a while, his sweaty head rested on your chest as hot huffs of air hit your skin. “Love you,” You mumbled. Maybe it was post-orgasm bliss. Maybe it was real. 

“...I love you too.”

jealousy, jealousy

PAIRINGS: keeho x reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepfather helps you shake some stress off.

WARNINGS: stepcest, fingering, a little angst possibly, kinda mean keeho forgive me, whiny reader, pussy slapping

A/N: thank you @tkooooop for inspiring me to continue with making oddly forbidden smut i didnt realize i was doing it until you said something

The squelch of Keeho’s fingers pumping in and out of your tight heat was all that either of you could focus on, the sound making you want to cover your cheeks in embarrassment. It was downright sinful how wet you were, the amount of arousal covering your pussy and dripping down onto your bed being on the line of pathetic.

Your stepdad shouldn’t make you this sopping wet, shouldn’t make your core ache to be filled, shouldn’t make you want to get pounded into the mattress until you forgot your name. It was getting hard to find time to care with the way he was eating you out like it was his last meal, a mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down onto the sheets below you. 

Plump lips found your clit, switching between sucking gently and flicking his tongue. It made you want to cry out, but you couldn’t. The mere thought of your mom coming home any minute made a certain fear strike within you, yet it made you want Keeho even more. 

You could tell he wanted you too, his eyes flicking up every now and then, looking at your fucked out face. “Fuck, holy fuck, please,” your voice was awfully whiny, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to his black hair, pushing his face closer to your dripping pussy (if that was even possible). 

Keeho grunted into your wet heat, curling his fingers just right, sending shockwaves through your body. Your back arched from the stimulation as he lifted his head, trailing kisses up your abdomen to your breasts, leaving a bouquet of dark purple marks as he went. 

Keeho took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud as he slowed his fingers slightly, making your orgasm seem farther and farther away. You tried to whine, tried to tell him to speed up, but you couldn’t find the words. 

“What would your mom think, hm? What would she think if she saw how desperate you are? How wet this pussy is for my fingers?” Keeho’s voice was awfully gravely as he said it, his fingers speeding up dramatically. The question only made you wetter, a gush of arousal leaking from your pussy as your toes curled from the abusing speed of his fingers. 

Keeho realized he didn’t get an answer, so he moved his hand up to your neck and gripped, moving your head up to face him. The pressure from his hand around your neck made your eyes shoot open, meeting his darker eyes. He was a little older, probably a little too young for your mom. The thrill of the situation was suffocating, and the unspoken agreement of quietness stayed in your mind.

You clenched tight around his fingers, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head from all of the pleasure he was giving you. At this rate, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you came. Keeho’s lips were cherry red and slick with your arousal and you just couldn’t contain yourself. You pulled his head down to meet your lips, your whimpers and groans being swallowed by him. 

The lack of air in your lungs added gasoline to the fire. “M’ s’close,” you couldn’t even form a full sentence against his lips, your mind hazy with thoughts of him. Your pussy was embarrassingly wet, and your velvet walls pulsed around his fingers with every pump of his fingers. 

“Gonna cum for me? Make a mess for me?” He went back down between your legs, putting his tongue back to work. The action alone was enough to make you fall apart, your thighs shaking around his head and your hands fisting in his hair and you rode out your orgasm. 

Even though your pussy was sensitive, he still was resilient in moving his fingers, though they were slower than before. “Fuckin’ dirty girl.” Keeho’s tongue was still working your pussy like never before, the oversensitivity becoming overbearing. Only he could do this to you, and he knew that. He knew he had ruined you, ruined your attraction for anyone your age.

Your body reacted to his touch before your brain could, your hips twitching and trying to move from his mouth. His strong hands, calloused from working, had a grip on the top of your thighs, making you stay in place as he ate you down to the core.

“Mmh, ‘s too much,” you cried out, though your hips betrayed you, rocking against his face. Your head was thrown back, the intense pleasure coming over you in waves once more. Your thighs began to shake as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, slowly adding his tongue to the mix. Keeho’s hands were still tightly gripping your thighs, tight enough to leave bruises.

There was an underlying jealousy you had, a type of envy that nipped dangerously at your bones. Your mother got to have him on the regular, got to fuck him and got to mark him all she wanted. It made you jealous, so incredibly jealous. The mere thought of someone else having Keeho like this made you want to show him how much you wanted him, how good you were, how much better you were. 

Your inner conflicts were quickly cut off, as the feeling of Keeho’s hand gripping your hair filled your senses. “Huh, slut? Were you even listening? Too fucked out to even fucking respond. Dumb, pretty baby.” The backwards compliment didn’t fail to make your pussy clench around his fingers, which just spurred him on.

“Oh, you like being called that? My little slut?” He had a cocky grin on his face, he knew how much he affected you. “Mhm, your slut!” You whined as you arched your back, feeling the way Keeho’s thumb felt at your clit, the digit in a way that had your toes curling.

When his pearly white teeth bit down on your shoulder, you were hit with a wall of hot white pleasure, your pussy spasming around his thick fingers as your thighs shook. Your hands reached down to Keeho’s wrist, your blunt nails digging into his skin, never wanting this overwhelming feeling to end.

The whole time, Keeho’s fingers never stopped working. Your poor pussy was so fucked out, leaking all over his fingers, nearly soaking the sheets under you. You pulsed as you came down, the feeling of Keeho’s fingers started to tip-toe the line of pleasure and pain. 

“Enough, s’enough,” your eyes started to well with tears as your pussy unwillingly got wetter, and you felt another orgasm bubbling in your stomach. “Such a mess, baby.” The nickname made your insides get gooey, a heat rising to your cheeks than anticipated.

Keeho abruptly took his fingers out of you, and you nearly let out a sigh of relief, until you felt a harsh slap on your pussy. It made your legs try to close, a soft whine tumbling from your lips. Tears pricked your eyes and your lip wobbled, but you enjoyed the pain nevertheless. 

He delivered another slap, your body having the same reaction, except this time a sob left your lips. Tears were freely streaming down your cheeks now, while slap after slap was delivered to your quivering clit. 

“Pretty baby. All messy f’me.” He ceased his slaps, simply taking his middle finger and tracing it around the area of your pussy. It was a moment to catch your breath, and you sure as hell wasn’t gonna miss it. You gasped for air as you laid there, your chest heaving. 

It became a little fuzzy for a few minutes, your head dazed with a post-orgasm buzz. Your limbs were on fire, your thighs spinning and your pussy quivering. You could feel faint kisses on your neck and face, Keeho’s fingers wiping away the tears you didn't know you had let fal. “It’s okay, cry it out,” his soothing voice filled your ears, the ringing in them dying down.

“Keeho,” your voice croaked, your eyes heavy and nearly shut. “Hm?” His hum was like music to your ears, the comfort and solace that laced his voice made it impossible to not melt. “Thank you,” it was faint and wrecked, but Keeho still heard it.

His million dollar smile was back as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Of course, I'm always here if you need to let some stress out.” The statement set a type of comfort in the pit of your stomach, a warm fuzzy feeling that made your heart swell. You smiled, your eyes falling shut under the heaviness. It wasn’t until then, you heard the door open downstairs and your mom’s call out.

“Keeho, honey, come help me with the groceries please?”

i'm in desperate need for dry humping jiung rn 😔😔😔😔

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—YOU GET IT!!! something about sleepy jiung humping your ass cause hes so desperate to get off...

Jiung was behind you, just woken up, his body moving on autopilot as he gripped your waist. You were both still sleepy, eyes barely open, brain barely functioning.

His cock was straining against his sweats, pressing the plush of your ass as he ground his hips down. It was languid and soft, the morning sun hitting his face from the window. He grunted into your neck, one of his hands trailing up to your side to your upper arm, using it a s leverage to get a better angle.

You hummed at the touch, pushing your ass back onto his clothed cock. He let out a sleepy whimper, his lips coming to your neck to kiss on the soft skin.

Jiung eventually rocked his hips, the movement making his sweats drag against his hard cock. The feeling was enough to make him huff, twitching within the confinement. Precum was leaking from his tip, but that didn't matter when he came, the sticky mess effectively ruining the material.

His face was shoved into your neck, his breath hot and his groans low from sleep. You kept your ass back to him, letting him ride through his orgasm <333

OR MAYBE pathetic jiung who doesn't know how to use his cock, only knows how to rut against you uselessly :((((

He'd be so cute, whining against your chest, his hard cock resting against your clothed cunt. He was too impatient to take them off, choosing to rub his cock against you instead.

His fat tip was dribbling precum onto your panties, staining the cute lace. His thumb was pressing down on his cock as he moved, whines and whimpers spilling from his lips while he told you how bad he wanted you.

You only smiled, watching him fall apart from quite literally nothing. His face was flushed, his mouth dropped open as drool collected on his pretty tongue, completely dumb from the feeling of your lacy panties dragging on his sensitive cock ✩°｡⋆⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

sorry got carried away with sub jiung hes my spirit animal

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?

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!”

intak and jiung threesome but they aren't even focused on you they're more focused on who can do what better meanwhile you're just lying there having to deal with them bickering over the sound of you moaningggg ^-^

omg the banter would be insane

"I'm fucking her better, look at her!" "No, she was drooling when i was fucking her, she likes me more." Jiung was behind you, intak fucking your throat. "Can you shut the fuck up, intak? Jesus Christ, how does she even put up with your-" "I'm just better and you know it, dumbass!"

The angrier they got, the rougher they would be, trying to be the best at pleasing you. Jiung's hands would be gripping your hips, Intak's hands in your hair pulling you closer, his cock buried in your throat.

"You couldn't even fuck her right, she likes it fast." "She likes slow strokes, my dick's bigger than yours, anyway."

like yall shut up and murder this pussy please

i still haven’t moved on from cocky molly jiung… frothing at the mouth at the idea of being his toy for his own ego gain 🤤 coaxing compliments about him out of you that only make him harder??? oh my GOD i feel faint.. 🌀

anon u get it he would so love when you compliment him while hes staring at himself, balls deep in your pussy its like a drugggg to him...if he was one of the 7 sins hed be pride argue w me

“Tell me how good i’m fucking you.” his jaw would be chattering from the molly he took(｡﹏｡") and you’d tell him that you loved his cock, how good he was stretching you out, how good he looked doing it and he would literally fuck you harder like he loooves when you tell him how good and sexy he is

and don’t get me started on if he wanted to record…he’d put on a show, making you record him, literally none of you in the video. He’d be flexing and laughing at your moans, making sure the camera knows how good he was making you feel

he’d watch the video later, of himself, and stroke his cock thinking about how good he looked….cocky jiung save me

PAIRINGS: jongseob x reader

WARNINGS: soft jongseob, creampie, breeding kink, pretty vanilla tbh

A/N:this is an apology post for @kisseobie...my answer on her ask was mid so i decided to elaborate a little. just a lil silly drabble

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—Half an hour ago, Jongseob had promised to make you forget your name. 

He was living up to his word, absolutely fucking your brains out. His speed was almost inhuman, his hips snapping into yours so hard that you inched up the bed. You could feel how the base of his cock stretched your pussy, the burn deliciously licking up your spine.

Jongseob chuckled breathlessly, his hand sliding down your arched back, entangling in your hair and pulling. He forced you straight up, your back falling onto his sweat slick chest. “Always so pretty. You know that?” You couldn’t even nod, your mouth dropped open and you were sure there was drool escaping down your chin.

There was a bulge where his cock was buried in your sopping cunt, pushing your tummy out. He couldn’t keep his hand off of it, grunts sounding through your ear with nearly every thrust. “Gonna have you full of my babies, gonna keep you swollen ‘n taken care of.” Jongseob’s words were nearly enough to make you cum on the spot, just the thought of you with a bump flashing through your mind made you tighten around him. 

Jongseob noticed how you clenched around his cock at his words. “You like that? You want me to breed you? I’d fill you up, make sure you never felt empty again-fuck,” Your chest crackled with warmth at his words and you couldn’t tell until now but you were fucking crying from the pleasure he gave you.

Your tears didn’t go unnoticed by Jongseob, and he cooed at you, moving his hand from your hair to your cheek, turning your head towards his and kissing your soft lips. His teeth (were they always this sharp?) nicked at your bottom lip, a drop of blood soaking onto his tongue. His cock twitched, losing rhythm inside of you from the taste. 

The kiss broke for air, your head tilting back onto Jongseob’s shoulder. His fingers were on your clit before long and you couldn't help the way your pussy convulsed around him. A groan vibrated out of Jongseob’s chest, his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “So fuckin’ tight, greedy little pussy sucking me dry. All mine to fuck, breed, ‘n use. Right? It’s all mine, isn’t it baby?” You nodded feverishly, squirming on his cock.

“Please,” you begged, eyes nearly rolled back into your fucking skull, tears still rolling freely. He made you feel so loved, so pretty. It was like it was his life mission to make sure you were always safe and happy.

He knew what you were begging for. “My sweet girl. Cum for me, make a mess.” Your knees gave out on command, your body falling back onto Jongseob’s chest, his cock working you through your orgasm. Your pussy tightened around him sweetly, trying to milk him of all he had. You could feel his groans and grunts against your neck as he started to fiercely piston his cock into you, chasing his own release.

Your body moved limply with his powerful movements. Your head was still lolled back and your hands were slack against his arms that were wrapped around your middle. His strong arms kept you upright since your body was basically useless, thanks to him.

Jongseob pushed forward with a loud grunt, muffling the sound with a wet, sloppy kiss. He came so hard you could feel it, every individual throb of his cock as he filled your cunt. He was groaning against your lips, his hips rolling softly into your cunt. 

“That’s it, baby. Gonna look so fucking pretty as a momma.”

ride around

PAIRINGS: soul x reader

SYNOPSIS: Soul was something else when he was doing coke.

WARNINGS: cocaine use, oral (m rec), choking, mean soul, dirty talking, angst, frat boy soul cause im obsessed, hair pulling, drooling

A/N: havent posted in forever forgive me

You probably shouldn’t be doing this right now. You knew Soul didn’t care about you. It was a fact you knew better than anyone. Yet here you were, sitting in the passenger side of his car, your throat full of his cock. He was a head pusher—why wouldn’t he be? His hand was on the back of your head, forcing it down, not caring how you gagged.

He was occupied, his finger pressing down on his left nostril as he snorted bumps of coke off of the wheel. His pupils were already wide and he had powder staining his nose, but he didn’t care. His hips rolled up into your mouth, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as he guided you how he wanted to.

As you left the red light, he began driving again, going down some back road to the party you had left from to get more coke for him. It was like he didn’t even acknowledge you were choking on his cock, his eyes on the road.

Every grunt from his lips went straight to your gut, infighting a fire within you. It was disgusting how quick you were to get on your knees for him, no matter when, at the drop of a pin. “Nuh uh, don’t you pull away. Suck this fucking dick like you mean it, bitch.” Soul sneered, pushing you down further as you tried to come up for air. He was mean and you liked it.

Drool and frothy spit was falling down your mouth, seeping onto his balls and his car seat. He’d be upset about it messing up his seat, but he loved when you were messy. The messier you were, the louder he was. Choked sounds ripped from your throat each time he pushed you down or thrusted up, the slick tip of his cock slipping deep into your throat.

Soul’s hand trailed from your head, up your back and to your ass, which was currently up. He grabbed your ass through your skimpy dress, groping the flesh with a hum. It was a surprise when he slipped his fingers into your lacy panties from the side, running his finger down your sopping cunt.

He never really cared if you got off—he fucked you how he wanted, for his pleasure only. The tip of his finger dipped into your pussy teasingly, before going back to spreading your wetness around your cunt. It made you whine around his cock, pushing your hips back onto his hand desperately. You heard him grumble, delivering a harsh slap to your pussy.

“Don’t rush me, I'll touch you how I want.” He hissed, bringing his hand to the side of your face. His fingers were glistening, your arousal getting onto your cheek as he forced his fingers into your mouth, pressing against his cock and your tongue. He hooked his fingers in your cheek, his thumb pressing into the back of your head as he pulled your cheek back. 

He had stopped the car in front of the house party, but you didn’t stop. Drool got on his already wet fingers, spreading it to your cheek as he held it back. He had a better grip on you this way, forcing your mouth open and far as he wanted, his hips freely thrusting up. It was sick, the sounds that filled the car. 

Slick sounds, gagging, choking, and snorting were the only things that could be heard. He pulled you up, almost off of his cock, before forcing your head to the side slightly, the tip of his cock poking your cheek. A groan left his throat while he sniffed another bump off of the wheel, punching his nose and snorting. 

Soul ground his hips up, his tip pressed against the inside of your cheek. Mascara ran down your cheeks, black tears dropping onto his thighs, joining the drool.

“Gonna cum. Swallow all of this fucking nut, bitch.” His voice was low, his head back against the seat while he forced your head down once more, pressing hard enough to where your nose squished against his thigh. You were unable to breathe, his cock deep within your throat enough to have you gagging up spit. 

He pulsed in your mouth, his cock throbbing as he came deep within your throat. You had no choice but to swallow, the suction making his hips roll. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

You ended up sitting on the grass outside of his car, cunt throbbing and chest heaving as he walked back into the party. He didn’t trust you in his car. Not alone, at least. He tried to act like it was nothing, like it hadn’t even happened, but you saw the tremble in his legs as he walked. You saw the way he missed the first step up into the house, and you saw the way his skin was flushed. He would never be able to quit you.

stranded

PAIRINGS: keeseob x reader

SYNOPSIS: Forgetting your wallet at home seemed to be working in your favor.

WARNINGS: switch!seob, mechanics yum, mean kyo, dumb ditzy reader, creampie, degrading, gagging(?)

A/N: lil drabble....forgive me for being lazy. we're gonna pretend that i didnt cross post this from my old acc and switched the names / scenario around a bit 🤗

You were bent over the hood of your car, Jongseob's strong hands wrapped around the side of your face, his fingers working as a gag. Your mouth was held open, drool leaking onto the car below you. He wore a dirty white shirt with jeans, pulled down only enough to pull his cock out.

He was thrusting into you with vigor, filling you deliciously and stretching you out. Your white skirt was lifted up, shirt pulled off so your titties pressed against the cool metal. "Y-You like that? You like this cock?" His voice was shaky as he spoke, a slight whine to the words.

"I think she likes it, seob." Keeho came out from under the car, finishing up what needed to be done. You had honestly forgotten your car was fucked up, even if that was the entire reason you were doing this. Forgetting your wallet at home proved to be a better moment of stupidity than you thought.

"I think she’d like anything you gave her, wouldn't you?" His tone was nothing if not condescending and you couldn't help but clench around Jongseob, gargling in response. He had your cheeks pulled back, his fingers hooked in your mouth, your tongue leaking drool. You looked like you were straight out of a porno, like the small mechanic business you found yourself at was really a set with cameras and lights.

Keeho's face came close to yours as he looked down his nose at you, his lip turned up in a mocking sneer. "Bet she gives it out to anyone she cant pay." You opened your teary eyes, looking up at him, watching him walk behind you to Jongseob.

Keeho gripped Jongseob's hair in one hand, leaning his head back, pulling him into a filthy kiss. You could hear Keeho sucking on Jongseob's tongue, groaning into his mouth as Jongseob whimpered for him. His cock twitched in you and his thrusts sputtered a little bit, losing rhythm before picking up again.

You felt the hard slap of Keeho's hand come down on your asscheek, pulling a loud whine from you. Jongseob leaned over you, letting go of your cheeks and wrapping a hand in your hair instead, his other hand landing on the hood loudly.

With each thrust he delivered, a soft "uh!" would leave your throat, along with "thank you" and pleas of continuing. Your voice was hoarse and Keeho came back to your side, big hand coming to your jaw and lifting it open once more.

He spit in your mouth, letting his spit dribble down. It was filthy and you felt your legs start to shake as he snuck his other hand down between you and the car. His fingers rubbed your clit roughly and Jongseob's hips sputtered from the spasm of your pussy, fingers tightening in your hair.

"C'mon, seob, you know you wanna cum in her." Keeho’s tone was teasing. “Uh huh,” Jongseob nodded dumbly behind you, looking up at Keeho as his hips stilled, his cock pulsing as he filled your pussy up. His stomach was tense against you as he came, mouth hung open as waves of pleasure crashed onto him from head to toe.

You whined when he pulled out, looking up at Keeho, knowing you didn't get the chance to cum. Your eyes were teary and your lip was ran out in a pout. Keeho just laughed at the look on your face. "You couldn't even pay us, did you really think we were gonna let you cum?"

With your skirt pulled down, cum leaking onto your thighs, you left the mechanics shop. You held a piece of paper in your hands, two numbers scribbled across it with a note at the bottom. 'if you break down again, call us. we'll fix it up for ya ;)'

wait.. imagine p1h as girls..

oh God anon i love you please don’t die this brought me out of my one day hiatus (i don’t have the motivation for a real drabble this is more of thought vomit)

LETS THINK ABOUT IT…piwon as girls oh youve outdid yourself. assuming this is afab piwon, i’ll be using she/her prns :3

KEEHO…whew. big fucking tits. she looooves for you to suck n nibble on them change my mind. i think she’d have the prettiest long hair that she wants pulled ☺️ just too good i fear. and don’t get me started on her pussy…. i wanna eat it. probably shaves in fun patterns like a little heart or something. pretty and pink 😵‍💫 creamy too!!! rides your face like a damn race horse. whew my pansexual is showing

THEO…i know we’re all thinking of that time theo was a princess. she looks too good with blonde hair. has the cutest little tits, dresses all pretty for you. the prettiest lingerie, blue and lacy with bows :0 she has roast beef and imma eat it. total pillow princess, drools and whines soooo loud when you fuck her with your strap <3 begs for more like a whore whew afab theo save me

INTAK…baddie goth queen i fear. she is mean in the sheets. a true bully. slaps your tits and pussy then fucks you so good with her strap you cry. laughs at you too </3 compliments you in backhanded ways…”you’re so pathetic it’s pretty.” BEAR WIT ME….mommy kink i fear. “you like it when mommy fucks you, huh? like it when mommy makes you cry?” godddd. she has a bush my mind will NOT change i will die on this hill. idgaf though im all up in it either way

JIUNG…when she has that strap on…its RIP to your pussy 😵‍💫 fucks you w her strap and plays w her tits while she does it. i think her tits are pretty medium, probably on the larger side, but not as big as keeho’s. moves your body however she wants, legs to your chest, doggy and full nelson. i think she’s trimmed but not completely bare. nice and tamed :3 and she is a ginger because i said so. the curtains match the drapes too yum yum

SOUL…full brazilian. she is HAIRLESS with tiny tits <33 blonde shoulder length hair that sticks to her forehead while she rides your face 😵‍💫 moans soooo pretty and trembles like a leaf when she’s about to cum </3 drooooools when you fuck her with your strap, babbling about how you’re sooo pretty and how much she loves you. just an absolute sweetie pie ^.^

JONGSEOB…scissoring. she would be fully hairless, just like sho i think, with small perky tits ^.^ grinding her pussy against yours, grunting and groaning into your neck </3 her puffy pussy dribbling onto yours, getting you all creamy 😵‍💫 her hands would grab your tits and play with them while she ate your pussy for sure. she eats pussy like an animal too, eyes closed and jaw sore but she doesn’t stop </3

anyway anon i think you’re a genius.

imagine piwon on shrooms!

ANON HAHAHA YESSS being piwon’s trip sitter

KEEHO…would definitely be staring at the wall trying to will himself to burst through it like a cartoon character. would run up to it and slow down right as he got to the wall i think. he would convince himself he needed to do it because the door was locked and he had no way out. i think you would have to actually open the door and walk through it to convince him it was open

THEO…probably the chillest. i think he would lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling and be amaaaazed like wow look at the stars!!! and it’s just a blank ceiling. you tell him the stars are pretty because at least he isn’t trying to run through the wall 😭 he’s like woahhh a shooting star!!! and it’s a fly

INTAK…i think intak would just be a horn dog like alll over you tryna get you to the room💔like he’s got his hands on your hips and he’s following you everywhereee. grinding up in your ass when you stop to help keeho 😔 he’s like baby pleeeease!!! and you’re like no. or maybe you’re like yes. if you say yes he pulls your bottoms off right then and there, me thinks.

JIUNG…i think he would be responsible about it, probably not taking as many as the others. he’s pretty chill, helps you sit some. keeps sho calm because good god what is he doing. we will get to him in a moment. but he would probably be getting the boys water, and when kyo finally slams his head so hard on the walk he passes out, he probably puts a pillow under kyo’s head.

SOUL…dear God he is losing his marbles. laying on the ground with his bare feet on the wall, trying to convince jongseob and jiung that the house is flipping. he would be gripping the damn carpet 😭 like please breathe. jongseob starts to believe him eventually too i think, probably starts crying and trying to grab the carpet

JONGSEOB…believes blood is running down the wall. like he is in the shining literally. sees you and intak and thinks y’all are the twins like he’s trying to run from y’all. all of that, and now the house is flipping? oh he’s sobbing i fear 😭 takes his shirt off and ties it around his head to stop the onslaught of blood (water) that the twins (you.) are splashing on him. he’s genuinely in a horror movie like he is having the worst trip ever.

sho’s bare dogs making an appearance

Hihi! Had two college exams today and passed both 😝 I need something about Jiung to celebrate

Xoxo 🕊️

CONGRATS ANON!!! I'm so proud of you!!! I cooked up a little drabble for u ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

PAIRINGS: jiung x reader

WARNINGS: mean jiung, spanking, degradation, brat tamer ji, begging, crying

“You know this hurts me more than it hurts you, right?” Jiung’s voice was full of false sympathy and pity, his large hand resting on your warm ass. You were laid out over his lap, your pretty skirt pulled up and legs tied together with a belt. 

You had been sassy with Jiung while his friends were over, and it just rubbed him the wrong way. To be fair, you had been quite the brat for the past few days, ignoring him, hiding his things around the house and not cleaning up after yourself. It all led to the situation you were in.

Jiung’s thumb rubbed over your skin, soothing the blossoming ache. “Only a few more, yeah? You’re still ignoring me, that’s not what good girls do, is it?” The question burned in your ears, and you knew the answer. Yet, you shook your head hesitantly, refusing to speak to him. Your voice would probably sound horrible anyway, since it was hoarse from crying. 

A hand was in your hair quickly, lifting your head up as a smack was delivered to your tear stained cheek. It wasn’t enough to force your head to the side, but enough to shock you into obedience.  You cried out, tears flowing once again. “I said, that’s not what good girls do, is it?” His voice was angry, demanding respect. “No sir, it’s not!” You wailed, looking into his dark eyes as your feet tried to kick from their restraints.

“Mmh, nice to hear your voice.” He said, sitting your head down gently. His hand that was still soothing the warm skin of your ass was lifted up, then brought back down with a smack! It forced a cry from you, your hips rolling against his thigh.

“‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry, I was a brat ‘n I was wrong! Please, I should've been good,” You sobbed desperately, kicking your feet. The hits stung, but your pussy wettened regardless,nearly dripping onto his thigh.

Jiung seemed to like your confession, because with a hum, your legs were getting untied. “That’s my good girl.” He cooed, undoing the belt around your wrists as well. He took your wrists into his hands, handling them with the utmost of care. His thumbs rubbed across the raw skin, hissing them sweetly.

“Didn't hurt you too much, did I?” He asked softly, rubbing your wrists with his thumbs. You shook your head, sniffling out, “No sir.” He pulled you upright and onto his lap, your cheek to his chest with your feet on his thigh and his arm around you. “I love you, even when you’re a brat. You’re my good girl deep down. Isn’t that right?” His plump lips kissed your forehead as he rocked you back and forth.

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ love u anon

i just want to kiss your face and have it all fade away

💧🩹🐀