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Hihi! Could you possibly do nsfw bf Jiung texts? :)

boyfriend jiung texts! pt.2

pairings: jiung x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

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welcome p1eces! we have finally made it to the second stage of piwontober 24’! writers have been assigned, prompts and dates are ready, and we are so excited to share this collaborative event with everyone here on the p1harmony tumblr community <3

we would also like to thank you all for applying <3 we tried to distribute the works as evenly as possible amongst members but you can always dm us with concerns! me and @sxfterhearts are here to guide and work with you all throughout this event!! if you feel as if you cannot post in a timely manner, or if you are one of the writers with two works and it’s too stressful to manage, don’t hesitate to reach out! we want this experience to be fun and not stressful 🧡

wc minimum: 1k words <3

note: this page/link will be the the full masterlist as well! we will link each work under each day as they are posted so this will be the main post to refer to from now on! also, writers have the option to choose as many prompts as they want from the three choices, so be aware that not all of them will be used in every work depending on what the writer envisions for the story 💟

PROMPT LIST + ASSIGNED WRITERS

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DAY 1: lingerie/first time/degradation with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 2: deep throating/wet dream/cum eating with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

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

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 4: hunter/prey/blindfold/forced orgasm with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 5: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 6: roleplay/reunion sex/discipline with kim jongseob

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 7: praise kink/spanking/corruption with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 8: gunplay/dirty talk/stockholm syndrome with choi taeyang

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 9: threesome/aftercare/gangbang with choi jiung & hwang intak

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 10: mirror sex/orgasm denial/amnesia with haku shota

writer: @seobover

DAY 11: sensory deprivation/public sex/choking with kim jongseob

writer: @yummyyumberries

DAY 12: pregnancy/formal wear/daddy kink with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 13: make-up sex/face sitting/blackmail with choi jiung

writer: @playerninth

DAY 14: overstimulation/massaging/begging with hwang intak

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 15: double penetration/oral sex/jealousy with haku shota & kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 16: bath/shower sex/fingering/torture with yoon keeho

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 17: face-fucking/anal sex/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

writer: @sunflowerseob

DAY 18: hate/angry sex/competence kink/forced marriage with choi jiung

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 19: breath play/body worship/slave/master with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 20: hair-pulling/thigh riding/bondage with haku shota

writer: @seobover

DAY 21: size difference/window/balcony sex/powerplay with kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 22: sleepy sex/lactation kink/stalking with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 23: sub/dom/temperature play/captive with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 24: seduction/against a wall/somnophilia with choi jiung

writer: @sminiac

DAY 25: breeding/masturbation/harem with ot6 p1harmony

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 26: A/B/O/accidental stimulation/incest with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 27: sixty-nine/glory hole/voyeurism with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 28: creampie/edging/sex pollen with kim jongseob

writer: @sunflowerseob

DAY 29: age difference/teasing/forbidden with yoon keeho

writer: @hakuheartsoul

DAY 30: FREE CHOICE with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4kyo

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

tainted

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

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

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

🕸 word count: 2,567 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the magic word, Jiung?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?” He smirked cockily. 

“Like you want to eat me up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” You cried desperately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I –” He started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?”

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!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

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