seobslatina

[seobslatina]

[seobslatina]

i started biting at my phone this shota makes me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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.

[seobslatina]

open wide! >__<

pairing ; jongseob x fem! reader

warnings ; smut !!! in public, spitting, skater seob (screams into pillow), edging, choking, gagging, seobs kinda mean at the end oops, & nothing else i could notice c:

notes ; lowercase intended, im no skater erm ..., ive never written smut like this before so be weary (so soz...) feedback is nice!! i know the pacing is probs weird but o well ^__^ anyways i need him bad

"open your pretty mouth for me, yeah?"

those were the only real words your dizzy brain could understand as jongseob pounded into you at the skatepark bench.

seob and you hadn't been able to hangout for a while, and he thought "what better way to spend time with my sweet girl then her watch me show off at the skate park?" and he did exactly that. you watch him walk up to you, fangs on display as he smiles so sweetly, but that white compression shirt. the specific one that had you clenching your thighs when he sent you the picture on the day he bought it.

"hey angelface" seob says, snapping you out of your trance. he opens his arms, enveloping you in his embrace. lean torso pushed against yours, strong arms around you, contoured back feeling just so right in your hands ..

"y/n, baby, i'm talking' to you" he laughs out, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. "what's got my girl so distracted hm?" he asks, pulling away, popping the board into one hand, other in his sweatpant pocket.

"oh it's nothing seob, truly" awkward smile on your face as you fidget with the hem of your top. "liar." he points out immediately. "cmon, talk to me, pretty girl" he hums oh so convincingly, hand from his pocket coming up and brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

"i just ... ithinkyoulookreallygoodinthatshirt" you blurt out embarrassingly fast. "oh, well of that was it babe that's all you had to– oh ..." he stops himself, admiring his outfit when he noticed his shirt. "you think i look good?" he hums, stepping closer to you. you nod, because duh

but that's not enough for jongseob oh no ..

"words, angel" his voice soft, but tone almost condescending in a way, like you knew better.

"i think you look good..." you say as jongseob drops his board, hands snaking around your waist. "i missed you" you add, hands moving to his shoulders. "i know pretty.. let me make it up to you?"

and with that, the sun setting, everyone being gone and some more of jongseob's smooth talking, you were now laid on the skatepark bench, fat cock stretching your pretty cunny with ease.

"s-seobie, please!!!" but you're not even sure what you're pleading for. jongseob's pace is relentless, mushroom tip kissing your cervix so nicely, bruising grip on your hips as his fat cock stretches you. "you're being too loud y/n .. you want the street to know how much of a slut you are?" he huffs out, hips becoming sloppy as he shoves two of his slender fingers into your mouth, gagging at the unexpected feeling. you look at him, his eyebrow piercing shining from the streetlights and he huffs and groans. the way his compression shirt hugs his frame, riding up the slightest bit, blonde hairs sticking to his forehead, three knuckles deep into your mouth.

"but you're my slut aren't you? my sweet sweet slut .." he grunts out, pace never letting up. "this pretty pussy is so good t'me".. you squeeze around him, whimpering on his fingers before he slides them out, spit string connecting you both before he quickly moves them to your puffy clit. "open that pretty mouth for me, yeah?" he huffs out, gathering spit in his mouth. you open, tongue lolling out before feeling a glob land on your tongue, whining at the feeling.

"go on, swallow it" he huffs, before going even harder than before, if that was possible. you feel so good, so unbelievably full and so close ...

"seob!!! i-i think 'm gonna–" but before you can even finish your sentence, seob slides out, tucking himself in his pants. "jongseob what the fu–" before he lightly slaps your inner thigh, making you whine in response. he slides your panties back up, the slick and mess all sticking uncomfortably against you.

"need to hear you, can't stand having to keep my angel quiet"

and with that, you both quickly make your way to seobs apartment.

[seobslatina]

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL?!1?1?1!1

Sweet!boyfriend Sunghoon taking care of you after you’ve been missing him all day (NSFW link)

he is oh so gentle with you. treating you as if you were to break any minute. pressing soft kisses to your lips and jaw while he thrusts his fingers in you slowly.

“my pretty girl missed me so much, yeah?”

you are his princess and he will treat you as one. Rather you wanted him to speed up, slow down or go harder he will listen to you and your cute little whines all day.

your soft ass sitting in his lap as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you. you’ve been yearning for him all day. thinking about how his fingers always seem to hit the right spots inside of you, his large hand coming up your chest to squeeze your soft tits and roll your sensitive nipples in between his fingertips.

“you look so pretty like this, baby”

his praise kink really shines through when you two have been apart for a while. you’re just too sweet and he can’t get enough of you, hoon doesn’t go one minute without telling you how pretty you sound when you whine out his name or cum around his fingers.

[seobslatina]

taking pictures in the mirror :3

pairing ; keeho x fem!reader

warnings ; suggestive!! and in public!! flirty keeho (this needs its own warning tbh..) & nothing else i noticed c:

notes ; lowercase intended!!!! pls i need him so bad :P but i've never really done this b4 (writing?!1!2?1!1?) so i hope u guys enjoy!!! ^__^ i also broke it up so it could b easier to read??? soz if that makes it worse >__< feedback is always nice!!! :3

"i wanna go home"

that phrase has rung in your ears countless times as you and keeho walk around the antique store, a small store that caught your eye last time you both hung out.

"cmon kee, we just got here" you hum out, looking at the mirrors. "go wait in the car if you're gonna be rushing me".

he huffs, walking up behind you and leaning his head on your shoulder. "cmon mama, let's just go home" his hands sneakily wrapping around your waist.. "we've been out all day.. i just wanna get you home" his face a little too close to your ear

"keeho stop it" you huff, face flushing as you look at him through the mirror you were both standing in front of. he hums at your words, not caring as he pulls out his phone. "let's take a picture.. my pretty girl and a pretty antique mirror, it'll be cute" he chimes, trying to distract you from his hands, slowly trailing up your waist.

you fix your hair, smiling for the photo as he holds his phone up, taking a few photos, watching you. "such a pretty smile mama" he hums, voice low as he takes a couple more photos. your face flushes more at his words, attempting to turn around. "keeho you're so swee-" but before you could finish your sentence, his big hand presses your upper back, bending you over the shelf, wobbling slightly. a small gasp leaves your mouth as you choke back a whine.

keeho hums lowly, hand slowly trailing to your hip.. "y'look even prettier like this" eyes looking up to your widened ones. "kee, there are people around!!" you whisper shout, but your wobbly knees and whiney voice don't seem too convincing.

keeho pushes himself against you, groaning slightly as his free hand runs up and down your waist.. "look at me mama" he hums, voice low. you turn around, face flushed and eyes wide as you look back at him, met with his sly smile, half lidded eyes looking down at you, and phone camera pointed right at you.

he snaps a couple photos, angling it up to snap a couple mirror photos, your embarrassed face and his hand on your lower back, sliding up to your shoulder to pull you back up.

"so.." he hums, looking over to you

"which mirror were you thinking about getting?"