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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.”