#— writing: p1harmony

[joocomics]

ಬ baby all mine

pairing: streamer!keeho x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 1166

contains: sub!reader, fingering, spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise kink, established relationship

Keeho’s hand loosens up the tie around his neck as he stares at the computer screen. The movement radiates frustration as he pulls and tugs roughly.

“I swear to god…” He leans back in his chair, his right leg is bouncing up and down under the desk - a sign that he’s slowly loosing patience. The bright light of the monitor picks up on every twitch of his sharp facial features, but that only emphasises their attractiveness.

“Stop talking about my girl y’all, that’s not cool. I can see the comments you know?”

His lips form a smile; a forceful one which is quite different than his usual expressions during his streams.

The comments keep piling up.

show her to us bro

i bet she’s hot af

if i were you i wouldn’t be here rn

“Nah, forget about it,” he scoffs, “that’s not happening.”

we saw her ass once let us see the rest

didn’t she show it off on purpose anyways ???

she wants to be seen

… and after that comment he starts noticing it too. You didn’t dislike the attention from the viewers. You keep bringing him snacks and drinks during his streams knowing the camera will catch your swaying hips, your seductive thighs exposed from the loose little shorts. The mic always picks up on your gentle voice, leaving the people want more.

It’s almost like you’re having a secret game with them and he’s the one left out.

“Your viewers really like me.”

Keeho shoots you a quick glance. You’re leaning against his desk, dressed in one of his shirts. He doesn’t need to look at the comments section to know they’re blowing up with questions about you.

He proceeds with the game, but the way you step closer distracts him, and clicking the keyboard becomes more and more difficult.

Your back is now captured from the camera; your bare legs are on display. One quick move and Keeho’s shirt will expose your panties to everyone.

His eyes accidentally look at the comments which make his blood boil.

“They like your ass.” His big hand lands with a smack on your butt cheek.

It feels good - showing people that he can do that while the only thing they can do is jerk off pathetically to the thought of you.

“They want me.” You speak out the second word more firmly and clearly. Emphasising the facts.

You lift one leg and swiftly straddle your boyfriend’s lap. His chair moves backwards a bit as his hands leave the keyboard to get a hold of your hips.

The surprise on his face is apparent, but it quickly melts away after you kiss him. You humm from the pleasant dancing of his lips that leads yours, as his fingertips grip the sides of your body with more eagerness.

You break the moment, then look into his eyes. They’re still gazing at your lips and even your next words can’t shift them away.

“Show them who I belong to.” You place a wet kiss under his earlobe, feeling him get harder under your clothed cunt. Each word you say is a new wave of adrenaline rush that floods his veins. “You owe me, baby.”

His fingers fidget with the shirt, dragging it slowly up your waist to expose more of your skin to the camera; more of the pink lace of your underwear.

“I do,” he breathes out. “I do.”

The number of viewers watching grows bigger with each minute, but only Keeho can see it, because he’s standing next to the gaming chair while you kneel in it, being streched out by his long fingers. He doesn’t need to move them too quickly to prove how wet you are. You’re drenched, and the slow gliding is enough to produce lewd sounds that reach the audience just fine.

“Goddamn it, baby,” he pulls them out, slapping one of your cheeks. Your ass is on full display, showing off his handprints in pink color as his shirt is scrunched up at your waist. “You’re soaking wet for everyone to see.”

He swipes through your puffy folds with one finger to collect from your essence, then sucks on the digit, savouring the sweet taste.

“Looks like my pretty girl likes showing off her pretty pussy, huh?”

You humm in agreement meanwhile Keeho spreads you out nicely with his two big hands, allowing everyone to see you in all your glory. The arousal is glistening, gushing out of you as your desires grow every time he touches you.

You wonder how many people are touching themselves to you right now; do they want to see you cum, and do they wish they could see your boyfriend fill you up?

“All mine.”

He shoves his fingers inside you again, curling them more harshly this time. Your voice cracks in the middle of your moans when he begins to thrust them in a wild possessive speed, causing your arousal to drip down your inner thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck, baby… so good—“ you babble uncontrollably with your desperate fragile voice. The slamming of his hand causes your cheeks to jiggle in front of his eyes simultaneously filling the room with skin on skin slapping in addition to the wet noises from your cunt.

At first Keeho thought he wouldn’t be able to listen to you knowing there are hundreds of other people hearing your moans too, but since the moment you opened your legs for him, he hasn’t thought about those people. Your sounds are still just for his ears only.

You’re seconds away from cumming for him.

“Ah, ‘m gonna—“ your jaw falls open for a silent scream that puts an end to your incoherent sentences. It leaves you only whimpering and panting.

The sensation has you barely holding onto the back of the chair. Your thighs shake, your voice too, as you whine from Keeho’s rough fingers pushing against your g-spot with full force till your climax fades down.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty…” Keeho mutters under his breath. His hard cock has been putting pressure on him for a while now, it starts to become unbearable, and it’s showing in his heavy breathing. “The prettiest girl with the most perfect pussy.”

He empties your swollen hole, and you gasp from the feeling. He observes carefully how it clenches from the absence of his hand, how it leaves a string from your juices connected to his fingers that he breaks by licking it off. He groans from pleasure meanwhile your mouth waters at the sight of the tent in his pants.

“Baby, I need you.” Your one arm reaches for Keeho’s crotch, caressing his bulge, but even your palm squeezing his dick doesn’t affect him as your doe eyes glowing with lust and yearning do.

You sense Keeho going to his desk. You stay in one place since you prefer to keep your face private and wait for him to give you a signal.

“The show is over, perverts.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[nishibons]

𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐄 . . .

or piwon pining thoughts/texts

warnings na genre fluff word count eight hundred excluding texts

note hiii everybody!! sorry i disappeared for a bit but ive been busy with uni TT i got an 85 on my recent assignment tho so everybody cheer… anyway ive been obsessed with piwon lately hence this post but fear not i have an enha version coming soon

keeho

confident but humble. he doesn’t have any expectations for your relationship but hopes that you’ll eventually catch on to his borderline obnoxious flirting, and better yet, reciprocate. if you do happen to return his feelings, he doesn’t waste any time in asking you out properly, because why wait? his friends say he laughs too loud around you for you to not know about his feelings, but he swears that they’re just being dramatic… he’s so normal and chill about you, really, that joke about the refrigerator or something was just funny!

taeyang

an absolute menace. you end up assuming that he hates you with how he stares you down whenever you enter his vicinity and with how he exchanges hushed whispers with his friends from across the room, silenced only when he turns his head far away enough to steal glances at you. eventually, once he asks for your number under the guise of it apparently being weird that you were the only two between your mutual friend groups to not have exchanged numbers, he plays into this idea, hoping he can pull off some sort of enemies to lovers trope, because it always works in books, right? in truth, he’s just a little bit apprehensive about the vulnerability that comes with liking someone, and tries to preserve his pride with thinly veiled insults that upon second glance quickly fall apart. can you melt his icy cold heart? (the answer is yes.)

jiung

likes you from the very beginning, but is a strong believer in the idea that lovers should be friends first, so he tries his best to establish a genuine relationship with you before he even begins to think about making any moves. he shows strong initiative even throughout your friendship–whether it’s invitations to meet up for lunch, to see that movie you’ve been eagerly waiting the release of, or even paying for your coffee every single time, he’s quick to assure you and dispels any worries you might have about repaying him with a wave of his hand and a bright smile–your company is enough, he says, and if you end up falling for him (who wouldn’t?) he, of course, eagerly awaits the day he can take you for an actual date, but enjoys every moment he spends with you until then just as much.

intak

by far the most shameless with his affection. he can’t help it–you have him hopelessly whipped from the very beginning and he’s terrible at hiding it anyway, so why not lean into it? the first to jump up from his seat when you mention being thirsty–water or juice? and the first to compliment you regardless of the circumstances of your meeting, even on those days you can’t manage anything but a sweater pulled hastily over your shoulders and a messy updo. it’s impossible not to feel flattered around him, and he’s honestly not even actively trying to flatter you, he’s just being wholly honest. if you ever want to shut him up, just compliment him back–hopefully you have a stretcher on hand!

shota

the cutest ever. you catch him staring at you more than a few times before he eventually works up the nerve to approach you, and initially you’re intimidated–but the moment he opens his mouth you know that he’s harmless, and obscenely adorable to beat. he’s not the greatest at expressing himself with words, so he makes sure to show that he likes you by sending you things that remind him of you–songs from an artist he likes, those little figures you collect he sees in the window of a store on the way to work, a rainbow in the sky after a rainy morning. sometimes he provides some commentary, or a cute emoticon, and other times he says nothing, sending only a simple picture and hoping that you can feel even just some of the many emotions that rush through him at the thought of you and have his heart fluttering in his chest when you eventually reply.

jongseob

the sweetest of angels. he doesn’t crush often, but when he does, he crushes hard, so he doesn’t want to mess it up. though he’s rather reserved on the flirting front, he makes sure to send good morning and good night texts every day, without fail, on top of the seemingly random yet innocuous questions he asks throughout the day–what did you eat for lunch? how was work? any thoughts on this new album that just came out? part of it is in hopes that eventually you’ll fall for him as he did you, but he does also take genuine interest in you as a person and wants to know everything about you there is to know if you’ll just give him the chance. flirt with him at all and you’ll very quickly have him turning into a giggling, indecipherably stammering mess.

[wispyxjae]

1:18am

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

summary: going down on intak headcanons, inspired by his line “taste it mmh, how was it mmh” in secret sauce

cw: dom!intak, oral (m receiving), head-pushing, deepthroating, mentions of choking and gagging, cum play/eating, finger sucking, pet names (angel, sweet girl, baby)

a/n: this is one of the sound loops that plays in my head when i’m idle… the lyric matched with the thrusting choreo he does… yeah i’m so over. p.s. thank you sm for all the love on my page so far ♡

dom!intak who’s obsessed with the feeling of your mouth around his cock, your big eyes blinking up at him through your eyelashes while your mouth is full of him. he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him, so obedient and willing to make him feel good. caresses your cheek and helps hold your hair out of the way while you go down on him. loves it when you start choking and gagging on him too, it feeds his ego and gets him unspeakably horny.

dom!intak who’s a head pusher!!! fingers threaded through your hair as his head is thrown back in pleasure, his eyes rolling back and eyebrows furrowing together while deep groans leave his throat. as much as he loves letting you set the pace, sometimes (most of the time) he gets impatient and needs to take control by pushing your head down on him or thrusting his hips up to meet you, forcing his dick into the back of your throat.

dom!intak who smiles down at you because he’s so proud of how well you’re taking him. “just like that angel,” he whispers, choking back whines. besides making you choke and gag, he also loves it when your eyes get glossy from the overwhelming feeling too. taps your cheek and tsks at you to get you to look at him again if you start to close your eyes because it’s too much. “come on, look at me sweet girl.” loves holding eye contact while you’re between his legs.

dom!intak who loves cum play. loves cumming down your throat, on your face, on your stomach, on your ass… the options are really endless when it comes to him. wherever it is though, you best believe he’ll swipe up the milky white slick with his finger and push it in your mouth. “taste it baby… how is it?” he asks. his cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess, and you could imagine you’re mirroring his look as you take his finger into your mouth, tongue swirling around and tasting the familiar salty flavor. presses his thumb down on your tongue as you open up and show him you’ve swallowed it all. definitely kisses you afterwards too; doesn’t mind tasting his own cum.

[yyawnjun]

KISS IT OFF ME

choitaeyang x reader; summary: two best friends in a room, they might kiss? ; warnings: mention of alcohol and cheating (yn gets cheated on) (not theo !!); best friends to lovers ; the urge to write theo's pov is real now; 2.7k wc ; @kflixnet; biggest shot out to my fav girl, supporter and proofreader lia ( @sobun1est !! ) ; her comments and energy gave me the will to post this, the biggest thanks to her <3

Endless tears poured down your cheeks as the hiccups, a sign of your near panic attack, took hold. You tried to rationalize what you saw while attempting to figure out where you could go now, with the bowl of ice cream, tears in your eyes, and a broken heart.  

On that summer evening, you ran away from your boyfriend's (now ex-boyfriend's) home. That evening, you had confirmation of one of your worst worries and doubts that you had been attempting to ignore for far too long. 

You had been suspicious of his behavior for a time, but you had always tried to ignore your suspicions and trust him. But your trust was brutally shattered when you witnessed him carry a girl out of his car and kiss her.

Your heart had jumped, your hands trembled along with your entire body, and ultimately, your head had almost unconsciously directed your legs to move as far away from the place as possible (not before dumping your water bottle into that boy). You then turned to go.

At that exact moment, you let the tears flow and turned towards your place, where you feel most comfortable of all: your best friend's house, from your closest friend Choi Taeyang. 

During the walk, no music could distract you from the overwhelming sense of betrayal you felt. You promised yourself that you would bear this exhausting pain. But in the end, in that moment of misery, what happened to those empty promises?

You repeated it to yourself as if it were a mantra, persuading yourself that it wasn't that bad. You intermingled insults and sobs, but you attempted to remain calm as you walked with your head held high and your cheeks as crimson as your eyes. You arrived like this after walking for almost an hour in front of Taeyang's door. At that point, the shame became obvious. Your conditions were awful, the ice cream had melted, and it was 11 pm. Maybe he wasn't even home? Maybe he went out with friends, or maybe he was still at the gym?

While these thoughts tormented you, your hand was moved by an unknown force and rang the bell. "who's this?" His voice was enough to make you gradually collapse. 

You just started crying while trying to say your name. You were tempted to hold back your feelings because you felt pathetic. However, it was too late to back out. You were slowly sitting on the floor, hoping Theo hadn't heard you so you could think straight about what to do. But before you could touch the ground, you listened to the door open and saw his figure approaching you.

"yn? are you ok?" He questioned you in a worried tone after approaching closer as soon as he could. You looked up, and as soon as your eyes linked, he spotted the blush on your face. He didn't notice your runny makeup or messy hair. He realized that there was something deeper behind the tears, some pain that was less obvious than what you wanted to show. "Let's go inside," he said without giving you a chance to reply. You stood up, gathered your belongings, and followed him into the home, your gaze lowering. Only then did you notice that he was wearing short black pajama trousers and a huge white shirt, and his hair was soaked. 

Could he have just gotten out of the shower? You confirmed your theory as soon as you entered the flat, where the lights were brighter and you could see his shirt clinging to his chest. It was almost transparent because of all the water that it absorbed... allowing you to see his rangy figure and his well-defined muscles... You instantly shifted your sight to his face for fear of being caught staring at him too long.

However, you also lost yourself while looking at his face. He was busy putting his wet hair into a rash ponytail while he wondered about what would have been the best thing to say. You were sitting in your normal seats, facing each other at his small kitchen table. He had silently given you some tissues and a glass of water. He had noted that your breathing had returned to normal and that your lost look was now more apathetic than the anger and despair that he had seen previously.

Minutes had passed, and none of the you two spoke. It was a strange silence in which you had a chance to not think about your pain and leave yourself vulnerable in front of him. "Do you want some cereals?" he asked. "Cereals?" you ask confused. "Yeah, I bought your favorites as well," he replied. You remember the ice cream that you still hold in your hands, and you gave it to him. "Ice cream soup, yummy," he said, mocking you. You smiled as you looked at him placing the ice cream in the freezer.

"You want to talk?" he inquired as he arranged your bowl of milk and cereal. "Milk first and then cereal," you said, pointing out that he was doing the opposite. "Come on, let's discuss seriously. It's cereal and then milk," he said, raising his brow and shaking his head. "We'll never agree on this huh," you stated swiftly before launching into another fight over that existential topic. So you sat down to eat some cereal at 11:30 p.m. during that summer Wednesday.

"Sorry I know it's late," you said at one point, coming from your thoughts. "Don't be sorry yn..wanna talk about what happened?" He responded to you with sincerity and empathy. "You were right; I left him. He cheated on me You told him with a faint smile.  

"That bastard," he murmured impulsively, nearly spitting out the food in his mouth. "You warned me, and I didn't listen to you."

"Not your fault, yn." he told you. He felt the anger mounting, but he didn't want you to notice: it was his turn to be strong for you. "Do you want to stay for this night?"

"Mh, are you sure?" 

"Of course! Stop feeling embarrassed yn. we're best friends right?" As a result, you nodded, removing the remaining doubt. "Yeah, you're right," you continued. Perhaps you were in a state of weakness because of what happened, but you still felt an unusual sensation in your stomach, you smiled and returned your gaze to your best friend. Many bright stars glowed in his eyes, and no words could express the feeling of peace that he was able to give you with just that glance.

The evening ended with a great video game in which your competitiveness kept you awake until 2 a.m. When you both agreed to declare a draw and fell asleep on the sofa. The last thing you recalled was him gently stroking your hair as you fell asleep.

And by that evening, you had proof that a day can be significantly improved in just a of hours thanks to the right person. What a sweet and comforting thought, mhm? 

It is, till you find yourself on that specific night dreaming about that starry-eyed boy who confesses to you with a kiss...

The dream was vivid, and you clearly remembered Theo blushing and handing you a bouquet. Confused words filled the air, and the next thing you knew, the two of you were caught in a passionate kiss that you both craved.  

And so you chose to die - leave a part of yourself - and then be reborn in his arms.

You woke up astonished in the middle of the night, opened your eyes, and looked around. The room was dark, and you could only barely see Theo's face, which was dangerously close to yours. You were lying on the couch near to each other, and you both fell into a deep sleep. You were still confused by your dream, but too many emotions had worn you down. So you opted to go back to sleep. You bent your head towards him and laid it under his chin, close to his chest, gripping you as tightly as possible to make him feel at ease. You unconsciously started counting the boy's breathing, like children do with sheep when they have to fall asleep.

"Do you have a dream about someone and then fall in love? or does the appearance of someone in your dream imply that you are already in love with them?" You asked Theo quietly. 

Two weeks passed since that day when: you saw your ex cheat on you, when you were in tears with your best friend(so as not to forget the dream of his confession...) 

"I would say first you fall in love, and then you dream of them"

"Ohh," you muttered, blushing slightly and looking away. "Maybe I'm not drunk enough for this conversation. Do you want anything? It's on me," Taeyang said as he stood up to head to the counter to buy some drinks. 

"The usual, thanks."

"Okay, pretty," he replied casually as he walked away.

You gulped loudly at his statement. Since when have nicknames become so serious in your friendship? When did insults and jokes stop being acceptable? But who knows? Maybe you misheard due to the loud music.

What you did not hear incorrectly was his first response... first you fall in love, and then you dream about someone, which is especially true if the dream includes a romantic aspect. What the hell does this mean? Now will you ever be able to naturally tell him your dream, or would your flushed face continue to betray you?

While you were thinking about this, you realized you were looking for him in the crowd, and that the space was becoming increasingly busy, and you no longer felt comfortable sitting at the table alone. So you got up and walked through the people to the counter to find Theo. Shortly after you recognized him, he was about to take the drinks. At that specific moment, you observed how captivating he looked.

He had the wallet in his mouth, and the drinks in one hand, while helping the bartender to clean up the liquid that had accidentally spilled on the counter. He had his hair partially over his eyes and was frowning as he grabbed the napkins to clean up. Soon after he finished, he turned and your gaze met. He grinned at you and moved to approach you. 

You spotted the stars in his eyes again, and a feeling of spinning pain filled your stomach. What was that?

"the air was getting oppressive, do you want to go out for a bit?" you asked him. "Sure, I am going to tell it to Keeho and the others, and then I will meet you outside," he said, offering you the drink and smiling kindly at you. 

As you approached the exit, you thought about how lucky his future girlfriend would be. You reminisced how he had stayed close to you for such a long time without ever being pushy or complaining, instead listening to your words through your emotions and thoughts.

You were sitting in the garden hammock, focusing on the sensations you felt and what was going on with you. Soon after, he came from the house and sat next to you.  

You two continued the conversation about the meaning of dreams, and he seemed confused as to why he had asked that sudden and random question. But you lied, telling him that you had dreamed of your favorite singer. He appeared disappointed; why did he expect it to be someone else? maybe him? or you were already too drunk to think straight?

Your conversation quickly turned to the general topic of dreams, and you started to feel the consequences of the alcohol. Tiredness came in, and you collapsed on the boy's shoulder while you were psychoanalyzing his dream, in which he confessed to a female whose identity "wasn't that relevant".

Once again, the last thing you remember before falling asleep was him lifting you on his shoulders and carrying you to the taxi while giggling about how happy he was in that moment.  

The third time you noticed the sparking stars in his eyes was on the last summer night before starting college. Months had passed since you first felt your heart flutter for him. 

Yes, it took you two months to realize that you were in love with your best friend. And you weren't stupid; you knew the feeling was mutual. All the tiny things he started doing for you, all the little gifts, all the sweet words, nicknames, all the times he told you he was thinking of you or that something reminded him of you (also thanks to Keeho, who openly told to you that Theo had a crush on you for at least a year and that he was head over heels for you).  

You were fastly moving to reach the boy's flat. You were supposed to be there already, but you were late because that day you chose to spend a little more time getting ready. It was supposed to be an easy outing with friends. But you were determined that it would be something more, which is why you meticulously planned every detail of your outfits.  

While you were imagining how the evening might turn out, your legs had led you to the boy's home. When you rang the bell, he answered the door and urged you to come up because he was a bit late too. You entered without asking any questions and made it to his front door. A few seconds later, you found the boy in front of you. He was wearing a white shirt, baggy brown pants, silver necklaces and bracelets, and a black pencil tip under his eyes.  

He had used a brown pencil and an eyeshadow of the same color for his eye makeup, as well as a brownish lip balm that made his lips shine.  This makeup suits him so well, you thought while looking at him with a lost gaze.  

To say you'd been watching him all evening is an underestimate. That simple image of him was enough to warm your heart and brighten your evening. "Who are you making yourself so beautiful for this evening?" he said after countless seconds of staring at each other. "Look who's talking, huh?" you replied, glancing him up and down for an excuse to admire the beautiful boy in front of you once more. He chuckled and allowed you in. You sat at the kitchen table while he was finishing getting ready.

You sat down and ended up thinking about all the possible scenarios; what would your confession be like? Would you have had the courage? How would he react?

"Yn...," you heard. You quickly turned towards that voice, which was both familiar and soothing. As soon as you turned, you observed him standing, holding a tiny bouquet and keeping his attention on you. "Did it happen like this in your dream?" he said as he handed you the most fragrant and magnificent arrangement of flowers you'd ever seen. "How do you know it was you?"

"Oh, you told me that while you were drunk," he said nonchalantly.  

"So you knew I liked you!" you replied. 

"Do you like me?" he immediately asked. 

Silence fell, your eyes widened, and your hand moved to cover your mouth. to discover her immediately afterward, when you once again recognized in her eyes the most beautiful starry sky you had ever seen. “Well, I had not expected my confession to be like this," you said, giggling and walking closer to him.

Only to move it right away, when you saw again the most gorgeous starry sky you'd ever seen in his eyes.   

You both broke your closeness, and a sweet kiss changed the mood. "if you gonna break my heart, this is a good start you know Theo…" You muttered to him between breathless lips. That boy had witnessed your whole trust, vulnerability, and entire existence. You had allowed him to see and experience that aspect of you, but you knew you'd never regret it. "I saw you, I knew you, and I loved you yn. Allow me to do it, and trust in my endless feelings for you. The beginning of us will never finish."

And so you chose to die - leave a part of yourself - and then be reborn in his arms.  

[sunflw3r]

02:17am

the night was young, but he was so tired. so, so tired. y/n's body ached as he laid down in bed, the hair that fell over his face barely dried from his shower earlier. he could feel the weight of every motion he made and all the steps he took upon his shoulders, ceasing to lift even once he buried himself under the covers and his eyes began to close.

life was tiring. not necessarily upsetting or depressing in the moment, but right now he wanted to sleep for as long as he wanted and not have to think about the next time his alarm would wake him for another day of work. his job – especially the people he worked with – were some of the best things in his life. especially his boyfriend.

god how he loved his boyfriend. as y/n’s eyes began to flicker closed, his gorgeous boyfriend filled his mind. how he wanted his boyfriend to be there with him, rubbing his hair as he fell asleep. mmh sleep, that sounded amazing.

”not falling asleep on me already y/n?”

snapping out of his daze, y/n looked up at jongseob’s bright smile staring back at him. the black tshirt he chose to fall asleep in hugged his torso, his gym shorts ending around his knees. “no-, come here seob.” y/n’s voice crackled as he looked towards his boyfriend. his beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend.

”you look very sleepy, my love.” jongseob whispered, walking towards the bed, y/n’s eyes fluttering open and closed what was probably hundreds of times before jongseob laid across the comforter. “i’m-“ a yawn escaped from y/n’s lips as he stretched his arms, pulling his boyfriend into a hug.

”i’m awake.” letting out a small giggle, jongseob pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. “mmh, go to sleep. you need energy.” as y/n’s eyes closed, a slur of whines escaped from his mouth that sounded like a mix of ‘i can stay awake’ and ‘i’m not sleepy’.

pressing his index finger to y/n cheek, jongseob quietly admired his half-asleep boyfriend. “do you know, you’re really beautiful?” y/n slurred, jongseob laughed, moving his head to kiss y/n’s lips. “not as beautiful as you. now sleep.” y/n attempted to nod his head, but the sleep he so desired spread from his head to every bone in his body, letting him rest after a long day.

jongseob let himself smile gently, his boyfriend making his night shine a little brighter. tucking himself under the covers, jongseob pulled y/n’s asleep body closer toward his own. “you’re so tired. makes me sad that you can’t rest.” the words vibrated against the top of y/n’s head, jongseob smiling softly as his own eyes started to close.

“sleep well my love.”

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

“Morning, baby"

summery: a short keeho fic about the morning after sleeping together. Centered around his deep voice that he apparently has lol cause I didn’t know about it

warnings/info: suggestive, talking about “the night before” where keeho and reader had sex, gn! Reader, mentions of keehos fingers inside of reader (not specified where lol), it’s basically all centered around keehos deep voice @jasminexox5 sent a clip of to me a little bit ago, kissing, LOTS of kissing, hastily edited

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You rolled over, the comforter slipping down from your shoulders in the process and your eyes fluttering open. You were just in your underwear and a tee shirt, having hastily grabbed the first from the floor next to his bed the night before.

The night before... yes, the night where you both came undone around each other, wrapped in each other. Your hand unconsciously came up to your neck. The part he marked up and kissed the night before. God, his kisses. On your neck, on your stomach, on your thighs. Soft and wet, making you writhe in your place and grip the pillow he gave you for the night

His fingers is what you can't get out of your head next, seeing them next to his head as he lays there looking like an angel. A large contrast to last night when he had them curled and pumping in and out of you. That was one of the many times last night he had you begging for more of him. Those fucking fingers, you mentally scoffed.

At that time you wanted noting more than to have them in your mouth again, sucking on them as a show-- a precursor if you will, to what you wanted to do to him again. Just like last night. Making one beg for the other was each of your kryptonite. Having him where he struggles to keep his hands to himself made you want to remake last night all over again. This time with the morning light streaming in from the cracks in his curtains that made his face have that beautiful glow you loved to see so much.

that was another thing: the beautiful feature that rested perfectly in the middle of his sleeping face. His nose, to you, could not be described by means of words alone. It perfectly captures every word describing something beautiful you could think of. Sat perched tall and proud on his face, like it knew of its worth. You told Keeho a lot about how you thought his nose was so pretty, too. It seemed like you could never stop. Others might think you were overreacting. It was just a nose, right? But once you found another thing about him that made you feel all sorts of ways-- your stomach jumping with the overwhelming need for him to bring you to orgasm, the warm feeling it gave you when he pressed it into your neck while hugging you, the list could go on. But that was something worth rambling about, right?

you You sighed contently. You knew you'd have to wake him up soon. The both of you would have to get your days started sooner or later. But, as always, it seemed like he read your mind before you got the chance to say what you were thinking. His eyes blink open a few times, mimicking you a few moments ago. Or maybe it was an hour ago. Who really cared? He sparked a lot of thoughts, and all his face made you wanna do was look at it some more. You could spare a few more minutes searching and memorizing how his knuckles curved or how his pretty nose twitched in his sleep. In fact, you were sure if your boss knew what he looked like he'd let you off the hook for being late because you spent too much time taking him in and basking in his presence. That was, if you were late. Which could have very well happened if the man didn't open his eyes so soon.

You smiled as he blinked sunlight and sleep out of his eyes, your thoughts of how good he made you feel the night before dissipating from your head entirely and replaced with thoughts of him, him, him. A smirk graced his facial features as he realized you staring at him. "Morning, baby." He said, his voice surprising you. You'd heard it time and time again before, but its contrast to how he usually speaks will never fail to surprise you. It was deep and darker in tone, thicker. resembling dense wood

Well, now you were really definitely wide awake. It seamed to enchant you, flashing images of him in your mind like bright lights. You've thought about him in many ways, but not because of this. He seemed to noticed. Not clearing his throat when he said, "What? you seem a little off. Did you sleep ok?" You nodded, not really trusting yourself to speak, not knowing if you wanted to respond or not. You didn't even want to think of what him talking in that voice again would do to you. You smiled to yourself at your boyfriends antics.

He leans forward, nuzzling his nose into your exposed neck, huffing out a puff of air there. His fingers commence a shiver-up-the-spine-causing dance across your shoulders, rubbing them gently. You sigh into his hair, relaxing again, thinking that maybe he'd just get up. Thinking that maybe, just maybe you were out of the woods that was his thick as tree canopies voice. "Does that feel good, baby?" Keeho asked. That fucker. He knew exaclty what he was doing. You could see it in his eyes. In the way his lips curved up in a way that made your head spin even more.

“hm? You alright? You seem nervous?” He asked, “am I going too hard?” You shook your head. Another wordless answer as his fingertips dancing long your skin, making your hairs raise, and voice thick as slow dripping molasses makes your head spin. "Words, please." He chuckles. And although it's a simple request, thats when you cannot possibly take any more of it. Of him being so fucking-- You don't even know. Was it agrivating you? Or was it simply only turning you on too much then you'd ever thought a voice and a shoulder massage would.

You deemed it to be a mixture of both. Whatever it was, you didn't care. You flip your body around to the man behind you, causing his nimble fingers that you craved to fall off your shoulders and drop to your sides. Not exactly where you wanted them right now, but it'll have to do. They were pretty close to it anyways. Although he smiles, he still seems surprised-- confused, even, by your actions.

"Whoa, baby. What're you--" You could only provide him with a a simple, two word answer. One whispered so quietly even the sun peaking in from between your curtains would've have heard it. Not the extra blanket that had been kicked onto the floor while the both of you were sleeping, not his tee-shirt thrown off in a haste the evening before and then long forgotten. Noting and Nobody. "Want you." You breathed against his lips before diving in. "Now." You pulled apart with a whine, not wanting to leave that beautiful soft feeling of his lips. "That can be aranged." He smiled. Then pulled you against him as he laid down on the sheets, causing you to land on top of him. You sighed contently, feeling that the plushness of his lips swallowing yours whole in a needy kiss as his hands started to roam your body.

End ~~~~~~~~~~~

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[modanisgf]

1. SUNSHINE (WRITTEN)

your hatred for wonbin was growing by the minute as you waited for him to show up, he was supposed to come with you to the campus cafè before your class but he hadn’t responded to your texts in ten minutes.

you even told your server that another person was coming, so he sat you down at a table for two making you look even more stupid. fortunately, wonbin finally made his way into the cafè an exasperated expression on his face as he sat down.

“holy shit y/n i’m so sorry— i just went through hell.” wonbin says.

“what happened?" you ask, confused at his different behavior.

“sohee tried to rob me again.” wonbin says.

“what, did he try to take your guitar?” you ask, to which he gives you an incredulous look.

“no? he tried to take my deadpool funk pop.” wonbin says, you waited for him to say he was joking but he kept a straight face the entire time.

“seriously, you made me look like an idiot over a deadpook funk pop? you could’ve just went through his room later for it.” you say, sighing.

“it’s limited edition y/n.” wonbin deadpans, taking a sip of his coffee that you ordered him.

“yeah anyways..” you trail off, attempting to change the topic. the two of you conversed about school for almost the rest of the hangout, even planning a study session.

though there was one thing that was weird, you felt like someone had their eyes on you two as you spoke.

“wonbin, do you feel that?” you ask in a whisper tone.

“huh?” he asks.

“nothing.” you say, momentarily you just brushed it off choosing to ignore the feeling.

however you were given a new feeling when a new server came to your table, her bright smile blinding you.

“hello! i just wanted to know if you guys are doing alright.” the girl who you soon figured was named kazuha, says.

“hi, we’re good.” wonbin replies for you both, gritting his teeth at the way you stared at the poor girl.

“okay, have a good day!” kazuha says kindly, making her leave.

“hello..? what was that?” wonbin says, waving his hand around in your face.

“huh?”

“why did you stare at that girl like that? she probably thinks your a weirdo.” wonbin says.

to be completely honest, you weren’t sure either the realization hitting you way after. rolling your eyes at wonbin, you get up from your seat finally ready to leave.

“it’s fine, i’m sure she didn’t notice right? maybe..” you say, truly you knew she noticed but you wanted to keep positive.

wonbin just gives you a weird look before insisting you both leave, “let’s just go, we have class in ten.”

“did you really have to remind me..” you groan.

wonbin just sighs, tugging you by your sleeve, “your fault for chosing a 10am class!”

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[written-by-3racha]

"you read this?" ft. yoon keeho + kim jongseob

note from étoile : I had to write more seobie stuff but ugh the keeho brainrot is strong too... my two husbands are so cool <3 I got an idea and didn't know who to write it for til now so!

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, BONDAGE, THREESOME, FINGERING, DOUBLE PENETRATION, CREAMPIE (wrap it before you tap it!)

You shouldn't have left your computer open. You probably shouldn't have left it open on your smutty idol fanfiction tab. And finally, you most definitely haven't left said smutty fanfiction tab while you were over at your two best friends apartment. Who happened to be idols. Who you happened to be reading the fanfiction about.

"Guys, I'm ba-" Your voice faded out, your eyes widening at the sight. "So. Lovely weather we're having?"

"Yeah... y/n, do you really read this? This shit kinda freaky not gonna lie," Keeho didn't even try beating around the bush.

"Keehos right, bondage?? You're into this stuff?" You couldn't be more embarrassed by your best friends words, but you also couldn't ignore the growing wet feeling in your core.

"I- I um-" You stuttered, unable to find the right words. "I was... studying?"

Jongseob and Keeho blankly stared at you. "Studying? Seriously?" Keeho quirked an eyebrow up. He turned to Jongseob, who whispered something in his ear. Keeho chuckled and repeated it out loud. "Say, y/n, do you want to recreate the fanfiction?"

You meekly agreed, face still flushed a deep red.

You were tied up arms above your head and legs spread wide, leaving nothing to the boys imagination. You were also blindfolded, unable to see the lewd sight in front of you.

Keeho's hand was wrapped around Jongseobs, guiding him as he fingered your tight cunt. "Juuust like that, Seob. Notice y/n's expression? How she looks fucked out even though we barely even started?"

"Mhm, she looks pretty, Keeho," Jongseob replies. You regretted choosing to read a fanfiction with a blindfold, "So pretty, wish I could see her eyes right now."

"Nope, we're recreating the fic, Jongseob. We're keeping the blindfold on, right y/n?" You didn't want to nod, but you knew Keeho was expecting you to, so you did exactly so.

"Do you think she's ready for the real thing?" Keeho now asked his younger friend. You could hear the sound of jeans unbuckling and pants falling down.

You heard the same sound again, probably Jongseobs pants being removed this time. "Sure looks like it. She's absolutely dripping."

You hear Keeho laugh at your submissive behavior again. Suddenly, you felt something prod at your entrance. Then, a stretch. You sharply inhaled as you felt not only Keeho's, but Jongseobs dick both enter you. You could feel the difference in girth and length, but they were both big, and they were both starting to thrust into you.

"Seobie, Kyo, please~" You exclaimed, tears threatening to prick your blindfolded eyes. Someone's hand started massaging your bood, someone's lips were on your collarbone, someone's hand was stroking your thigh.

"Please what? You're the one who was reading a fanfiction like this, baby," Keeho cooed.

"Please let me cum, it's too much," You whimpered.

Someone's hand started playing with your pink nub. "Jongseob, d'you think we should cum inside?"

"If she deserves it. Do you think you deaerve it y/n?"

You nodded, unable to firm any coherent words. You felt yourself being filled up at the same time you reached climax.

Your blindfold was removed and the knots on your limbs were undone by Jongseob as Keeho watched the mixture of fluids flow out of you.

"We should find another fic she's saved and recreate it." Jongseob suggested with a grin.

"Good idea, y/n, time to look through the fics you saved."

"Please no..."

[sxfterhearts]

i have a confession to make…

warning: 18+ mdni, explicit content ahead

ok so for the longest time i’ve tried to keep my blog super wholesome and PG with the rare exception of one or two suggestive/smut fics here and there but honestly. i’ve reached my limit 😭 i’m gonna have to do it guys im sorry i disappointed you

(fuck im so dramatic i can’t even)

(it = write that jiung smut fic that’s been living in the back of my head for the past few weeks but has been rudely awakened due to Recent Events IYKYK)

(IM SCARED OK I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS WHAT DO I DO WITH THEM RAHHH)

in the words of my moot — jiung you need to tone down your fanservice and visuals bc youre really making the chocochips act up 😭😭🫠😩

[minhosbitterriver]

CHOOSE WHAT YOU WANT TO READ!

HEY GUYS! I’m thinking of doing some kind of event for October since I really want to try my hand at writing horror stories, some of them might contain some smut but it probably won’t be the main focus of the stories.

My question is, which groups would you guys like to see me write for? I’ll let the poll go on for a week, and then I’ll post the results for what I’ll be writing for soon after!

Want to see more than just one group? Want to see a specific member? Have any good ideas you’d like to share? Let me know in the comments!

PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD!

[sugawhaaa]

!!health update!!

I was finally able to book an appointment with a doctor/gynecologist thingy and my condition was improving 💕 however the wait time for my appointment is estimated at roughly 2 months which is a long time. I thought I could pull through with a bit of muscle and some medication but tonight my condition has shown signs of worsening.

I won't give any specific details as to what happened for privacy reasons but overall my health is decreasing again. I am rather pale and constantly have dark circles under my eyes no matter how much I drink, sleep, or eat. I have been restricting myself to healthier foods and avoiding heavily processed meals but this health concern has not been easing up on me. I will probably be seeking medical attention again soon due to the severity of my symptoms and how they have been escalating.

I tried to sound as positive as I could in my official break announcement but I am afraid things are looking negative recently. I try to keep my page a place for positivity and stuff but if I am being honest I'm going through a very rough spot and a lot of my family and friends refuse to offer support. I hope everyone understands that this leave might turn into a longer break than intended. I am still actively writing and completing requests but I am not in the greatest head space to be interacting as much as I had been.

Thank you all for your love and support 💗 I hope to be back soon with another, more positive, update.

[joocomics]

can you make a fic with jiung “talking you through it” CAUSE HE MOST DEF WOULD???

tags: soft dom!jiung x fem!reader, phone sex, guided masturbation, pet names, praise | mdni

“i just called to wish you a good day at work before i leave for mine,” jiung speaks calmly with a hint of playfulness in his tone which makes you realise he’s actually teasing you, “and you’re gonna make me hard?”

“you asked what my dream was about and i told you,” you reply as your fingers put pressure on your clit through the cotton fabric of your panties, slow circles that invite a well familiar warmth into your lower body.

his voice always sounds so arousing when he’s flirting with you, and listening to it so early in the morning after a wet dream… the temptation is too hard to resist.

“does it feel good, baby?” jiung shuts his eyes, painting the image of you laying in your bed; hair messy, thighs rubbing together needily, nipples hard.

“not as good as when you do it,” you say with a slight frustration while keeping the same steady motions going.

jiung’s lips slide into a smile at your words, before he bites on them from the sudden thoughts bursting into his head. he recognises that your breathing turns more heavy as time goes on, and he’s trying to imagine you in as many details as possible.

“did you push a finger inside you yet?”

“no, not yet,” you reply before humming from the growing pleasure.

“do it, baby... wouldn’t it feel nice?”

with your free hand, you slide down your underwear to your ankles, and press gently into your wet entrance. your middle finger glides through your tight gummy walls, making you gasp from the feeling.

“wet?” jiung asks, letting out a soft chuckle.

“yeah,” you sigh, moving it slowly back and forth. “i’m so wet, wish you were here with me…” your brows gather together every time you force your finger deeper.

“it’s alright, baby,” jiung’s smooth voice comforts you from the speaker while also making you more sensitive at the same time. “focus on my voice for now, okay?” his palm adjusts his boner as you let out a small moan at his ear. “add one more finger in.”

you do as he says, feeling the nice stretch. however, the feeling can barely compare to the one of his long slim fingers, even after you curl yours up and begin to pump them quicker.

“fuck—” you whine quietly and jiung is glad you cannot see the smug smile on his lips provoked by your desperate sound; by the obvious way you seem to not be able to imitate his ways; to bring half of the thrill he brings you every time.

“move them faster, sweetheart,” he encourages you, “i wanna hear how wet you are..” the squelching arousal spreads louder, turning jiung’s mind foggy and he palms his erection with a stronger grip before speaking again. “your pussy sounds so pretty, you got it soaking wet for me.” he breathes in meanwhile you shift against your pillow, arching your back, because the pleasure starts increasing the way you need it bit by bit. “gonna cum any minute now, aren’t you, love? i can feel it too.”

jiung remains silent for a moment, just taking in the sounds of your hand smacking lightly against your skin as you chase your high; the lewd noise from your slickness and your panting which makes the skin of his neck hot…

the way you chant his name doubles the tension in his pants; the growing need to feel you makes it impossible to ignore now.

“i’m right here, baby.” he softly mutters once you repeat his name few more times. “right here…”

while you, on the other side of the phone, feel how every next word of his pushes you further…

“you sound so fuckin’ beautiful, don’t stop.” he will listen to you losing control over moaning his name forever if he could. “good girl… gonna come over at your place after work today. the rest of your pretty body needs some attention too.”

a/n: ​hope this is close to what you had in mind <3

[wispyxjae]

going to a rave or concert with bf!p1harmony member

genre: fluff, nsfw/suggestive below the cut (mdni)

cw: established relationship, female reader, mentions of substance/alcohol use (aged up seobsoul), pda, kissing/making out, groping, possessive piwon, non idol au

a/n: i wrote this at 4am while still intoxicated post-first rave so i hope you enjoy my drunk thoughts. i’ve also been wanting to write this ever since those pictures of intak, keeho, and jongseob in the crowd at gov ball were released.

imagine going to a rave or concert with your boyfriend and he’s just holding you close, hugging you from behind and dancing with you.

you turn around to face him and stare lovingly at him as you both feel the music coursing through your veins. his hands go to cup your face as he presses kisses all over, pulling away to smile at you as he spins you around so you can enjoy the light show the artist puts on for the crowd.

he loooves having you in his arms so close to him and being able to show other guys around you that you’re his and no one else’s to lay hands on or even look at. is definitely possessive in public, especially if either or both of you are under the influence; the pda is coming out and there’s nothing anyone else can do about it. for the most part, keeps it simple and classy with just skinship and kisses. it’s enough to make you feel safe and him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

absolutely makes sure you’re hydrated before, during, and after the outing so you can have a good time. will even take off your makeup and do your skincare routine for you at the end of the night if you’re too gone or tired to do it yourself. loves to take care of you and nurture you because you’re his loving partner who deserves nothing but the best (which is what he is to you).

nsfw/suggestive below the cut! mdni at this point

if he had to be completely honest, your outfit had his head spinning even more than the substances or alcohol. he knew you were planning this outfit for a few weeks now, constantly drooling at the idea of you in less clothing than usual. the moment you got dressed, pulling on the last few accessories to tie the look together, all it took was one look at you for him to drink you in and get drunk on you alone. he admired the bold and sparkly makeup you decided to do, fingers lightly touching the jewels on your face every now and then.

it was nights like this when he couldn’t believe you were his girl. he was obsessed with you (which is nothing new) and couldn’t keep his hands off you the entire night. he tried his hardest to limit the pda to kissing and holding you in front of him, not wanting to ruin your high/trip if he got too handsy. but the moment you turn to look at him with those big doe eyes he’s a goner.

his hands travel from your waist down to your ass, the lack of clothing giving him easy access to squeeze and grope at the flesh. your arms snake up around his neck as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and passionately. time stopped down when the two of you were together, especially intoxicated and in the middle of a huge crowd; it felt like you two were the only ones that existed.

the longer you two kiss, the more handsy he gets, causing you to gasp and allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. you can taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, but his touch is even more intoxicating. the thrumming bass drowns out any noises you may make to those around you, but he knows you so well and knows exactly what sounds you’re making just by how desperately you’re kissing him back, panting and scratching at the hair at the nape of his neck.

when you finally pull away after what feels like an eternity, he’s still holding you close to him, one hand around your waist and the other giving your each of your cheeks a light squeeze. you’re both breathless and can’t help but smile at each other as you rest your foreheads against one another. “you make me crazy, y/n,” he shouts over the blaring music, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips. “i love you too,” you nearly scream back, laughing before he turns back around to enjoy the show, but now pulling you even closer than before, with his chin on your shoulder, just so you can feel the affect you have on him digging into your ass.

[yyawnjun]

guysguys I wanna write about domestic fluff so bad.

so how are we feeling if I give y'all some prompts (I am also open to recs!!) and u tell me which idol would be perfect for that scenario

[angel-eclairs]

Don’t be a brat..

Description - You and your roommate Keeho go to Vegas for a week. One night you come home drunk and one thing leads to another.

Word Count: 1115

P1H!Keeho x f!reader

Warnings: praising, overstimulation, mommy kink, edging, and aftercare.

Release Date:

Old account - 07-15-2021

This account - 11-18-2023

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You had only been in Vegas for two days. Your boring roommate Keeho didn’t want to go to the bar with you so you went by yourself. You meet this really fine boy there. You go up to him and you guys are talking. “You look really sexy.” he says. You chuckle and say “Thank you.”

You tell him you’re going home and he offers to take you. On the car ride home he’s touching all your thighs and lips. Not that you don’t like it. You get to the Airbnb where you and your roommate are staying. He’s seeing you off at the door and as soon as you say goodbye, he kisses you.

You two are walking through the door still making out. He’s unbuttoning your shirt, and as soon as he’s on the last button.

He looks over and stops kissing you, you look over and see Keeho standing there.

“Keeho, I didn’t know you were awake.” you say. He walks up to you and says “This is what you do when you go out by yourself. I’m disappointed.”. “Who is this y/n?” the dude from the bar says. “This is my roommate.”

“The house is closed.” Keeho says, and he pushes your bar date out the door. “Why would you do that.” you say. “I just don’t want some random dude here on our vacation.” he says. “Don’t be a brat.” you say. He rolls his eyes and starts walking to the room. You unbutton your last button and walk up behind him. You grab his shoulder and turn him around, you open your jacket towards him and say “You want all this for yourself or something?”

He moves back flustered. He’d never seen this side of you. Maybe you being drunk brought it out, no matter the reason he like but he knew he couldn’t show that. He scoffs and says “Y/n we’re roommates why would I want “all that” for myself” he tries to walk away. But you turn him around and grab his pants and he’s rock hard. “If you don’t want me for yourself then what is this?”

He quickly moves your hand and runs to the room. You follow him with a swiftness. He runs in the bathroom, you sit on the bed and wait for him to come out. He finally comes out and says “I don’t why you act like this when your drunk but you need to stop.” You get up and walk toward him.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? Are you not enjoying yourself?” You say as you walk towards him backing him up into a wall. You take both his arms and pin them against the wall, you’re face to face with him. You move your face closer to his, your lips are about to touch.

Then, you pull away, “Well, If you aren’t enjoying yourself then I’ll stop.” you say as you walk away. As soon as you’re about to walk out the door Keeho calls you. “Wait!” He says, “What is it baby boy?” you reply. You turn around find Keeho on his knees, begging

“Please continue to have your way with me mommy, I’m begging you.” you chuckle. You walk over to him and lifts up his face by his chin and say “Who would’ve thought you’d be begging for me to fuck you when we planned this vacation?” you stand him up and push him on the bed.

You pull his pants down and his dick pops out. His dick is so hard and dripping with pre-cum. “Oh wow looks like you really do want me all to yourself huh?” he nervously chuckles having been exposed.

You take your and like the tip of his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure, and his dick is twitching. You deepthroat his dick and it hits the back of your throat. You take his dick out your mouth and stroke it. Keeho has his head thrown back, eyes closed you can tell he’s enjoying himself.

His dick is twitching in your hand. He starts moaning louder, you can tell he’s about to cum. Right before he cums you stop, you’re not stroking dick anymore, you’re not sucking it. You stop everything. Being deprived of cumming he looks up at you.

You climb on top of him and say “I won’t let you come just yet slut. I want to wait for my surprise.” you chuckle and give him a kiss. You face him and slowly insert his dick inside of you. You both couldn’t help but moan.

You bend down just to hear him whimper in your ear. His whimper turn you on so much. You’re dripping even with his dick inside of you. You pick him arms up and pin them down on the bed. Holding his arms down you move up and down faster and go deeper. Keeho’s body is begging to cum.

He looks at you, as you guys are making eye contact he says “Mommy, please let me cum.” you smile at him. “You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? Asking to cum.” A couple seconds later he starts moaning out of control. You hit a spot he never had anyone hit before and both of you loved it. He looks at you and he starts begging you to cum. You bend down and whisper to him “If you want to cum so bad then do it slut.” you sit up and plant your hands on Keeho’s abs. You move up and down faster and harder than ever before. He was so deep inside you and you took every single inch of him.

He grabs your hips and thrust into you one last time and you feel his hot, warm, cum fill your entire body. You both stand up “I didn’t know you had that power in you” Keeho says. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me baby boy” you respond. He gets you some water because he knows you’re still drunk and you two clean up in the bathroom.

The next morning you wake up and Keeho brings you some water. You two enjoy the rest of your time in Vegas. Maybe some nights were enjoyed a little more than others.

[unique-high]

Does anyone have jongseob p1harmony x black reader fanfics? Fluff or angst or anything angst? If not can someone please write a college themed fic with seob and black reader. Where seob is a film major and black reader is an English major and they bond over books and movies. Like black reader prefers reading books instead of watching the movies to them and seob prefers watching the movies instead of reading the books to the movies. And I think seob and black reader have a playful argument where they go back and forth to which is better. And like they have like this “date night” and Seob wants to watch a movie to a book black reader had read and she's like rolling her eyes the entire movie saying how stuff in the movie doesn't match the book at all. And seob playfully wacks her in the face with a plush mellow telling her to just enjoy the movie and black reader tells him, he has to read the book since he's making her watch that God awful film against her will. 😂

I think a bonus is where seob makes a short film for black reader asking her to be his girlfriend. 😭

Please someone write this. 🥹