#piwon hard thoughts

[kisseobie]

p1harmony as your stoner boyfriends

pairings: ot6!piwon x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: hello again 😓 sorry for being gone for months, i still don’t know how much i have in me to post regularly, but i hope u all like this nonetheless <3 if this sucks please give me some grace, i’m so out of practice. anyways i love stoner piwon 😸

tags: established relationships, drug use (obviously, please stay safe!), sexual content, high sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, domesticity, idk what else

౨ৎ keeho

the only member i think would rather drink than get high, but honestly, he’s down for anything you want. kyo doesn’t really buy bud on his own, so you’d have to be the provider i fear. all is well though, because he sends you money every other day anyways. the first time you got high together, keeho’s tolerance was shit, and the man had fallen asleep within 20 minutes of the sesh. now though, he’s built up his tolerance, and rather than getting sleepy, he just becomes cockier than he already is. compliments come easy to keeho, he’s never shied away from praising you, but when he’s smoked some weed, it’s like the words just spill out. it’s almost annoying, he knows exactly which buttons to push and prod at until you’re reduced into a blushing mess, and keeho definitely uses that to his advantage. what he doesn’t expect, is for you to retaliate, pressing your fingers into his chest to push him backwards, his back hitting the soft of your mattress as he looks up at you confused. it makes you giggle, how he’s so easy to render speechless when moments ago, he wouldn’t dare shut up.

admittedly, you’d already been craving him, long before he had made his way to your apartment. now that you’re high though, all that’s on your mind is keeping the boy beneath you quiet, almost as if to teach him a lesson. your attention falls from his face to his crotch area, his dick already pressing against his jeans, as if his body was anticipating this before his mind could even catch on. you coo at his patheticness, reveling in this newfound power you have over him. your manicured nails find themselves underneath his white tee, scratching slightly at his bare chest as kyo continues to silently ogle you. you don’t miss the blush on his ears though, or how his eyes glaze over in a way that makes it obvious he wants nothing more than to be taken care of. you test the waters by ghosting your fingers over his covered cock, now painfully aware of how inexperienced you are when it comes down to dominating him, as the opportunity hadn’t arrived until just now. you look at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction, and he simply nods to give you permission to use him as you please. confident once more, you unbutton his jeans slowly, all while staring at his bewilderment (and enjoyment!) of your sudden affinity for dominating him. twenty something minutes later, you’ve got keeho in tears, the man whimpering and thrashing around in your sheets, all while your fist pumps his dick as fast as you can manage. you’ve robbed him of three orgasms at this point, and you’re not planning on stopping anytime soon.

౨ৎ theo

taeyang was an avid stoner long before he had even met you, and now that you’re his girl, he’s corrupted you as well—if the pen you carry around like a vice is anything to go by. he’s still disciplined though, saving his smoke seshes for the weekend, where he can actually enjoy himself without having to stress about work. his ideal weekend entails sleeping in, picking you up to take you on a date, bringing you home to lounge around, and of course, smoke. i imagine theo has a cozy little spot in the corner of his living room where he likes to get high the most. there’s a good view of the tv from there, along with cushions that remind him of his childhood home, proper ventilation, the works. before you’re even over, he makes sure to have your go-to blanket on top of your usual cushion, along with some of your favorite snacks. once you’re both back at his place after another successful date, you get undressed into something comfy and make a beeline for his special corner, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban already on, lighter and joint in your boyfriend’s hand. the two of you have a routine at this point, tuning the movie out and making conversation as the high starts to kick in.

high sex with taeyang isn’t guaranteed. it happens when it happens, so you aren’t necessarily expecting your boyfriend to lean over and stare at your lips, much less to make out with you right then and there. you get ahold of the situation pretty quickly though, deepening the kiss while putting out the joint on the ashtray beside you. he’s not super vocal, but his tight grip on your hips makes his desire for you undeniable, and lucky enough for him, it doesn’t take long before you can feel your arousal, your panties now sticky. he stops kissing you for a moment to stare at you, smiling like he just won the lottery. “i missed you.” is all he says, and the man doesn’t even give you enough time to reply, locking your lips once more while his hands move upwards to knead at your clothed tits. the stimulation is heavenly, and with just a few gropes you’re whimpering into his mouth, hot and heavy. eventually, yangie pulls you into his inviting lap, and after some more making out, you’re both naked from the waist down, with your pussy grinding against his thick cock in hurried motions. there’s no time to think, no time to even put him inside of you. all you care about is the dizzying friction against your cunny, and theo wouldn’t have it any other way.

౨ৎ jiung

rolls up for you every time like a true gentlemen—is good at it too. prefers to smoke with you out on his fancy patio, the chill air easing him into fully letting go, without having to worry about the pungent scent of bud that’ll no doubt linger on his clothes later. however, if you’re convincing enough, he might just allow you to place yourself atop his lap, your combined weight pressing into the plush of ji’s living room couch as you blow smoke into the stillness of his apartment. jiung, always responsible, has water bottles within reach for whenever need be, as well as the cute calico cat ash tray you bought him a few months back. hatessss getting ash anywhere but in the tray, and scolds you if some drops onto his hardwood floors. has a pretty high tolerance, but when it does hit, all of his stress fades away pretty quickly. isn’t really all that talkative, as he’d rather listen to whatever bullshit you have to spew when you’re high off of your mind. gently rubs at your thighs with his cold hands as he listens, a curious look in his eyes that’s mixed with something else that you can only place as love.

waits until your high dissipates into a thin fog before he suggests anything remotely sexual, afraid that he’ll do something rash and regret it afterwards. jiung tends to be a little lazier in this state, preferring to spoon fuck you into the couch at a slower pace than usual—not that you mind, especially not when his cock hits every little spot inside your gummy walls. kisses at your exposed shoulders after every few mind-numbing thrusts, and like always, makes sure that you’ve came on his cock before indulging in his own peak. jiung gets kinda sappy once the deed is done, evident in the way he turns you over to look at him, or how his hands come up to cradle your fucked out face, grounding you almost instantly. whispers sweet nothings at you until your eyes have fallen shut, and proceeds to bridal carry you to his bed when he’s sure you’ve tapped out for the night, knowing how much you despise waking up cramped on his couch. getting high with bf!jiung is comfortable, and you know that you’re always in safe hands with him.

౨ৎ intak

hwang intak rolls worst joint ever, asked to leave p1harmony. genuinely though, his lazy ass always stocks up on the weakest pre-rolls, because he knows his fingers aren’t to be trusted with the pretty pink rolling papers you bring to every smoke sesh. you always end up having to roll for the two of you because of his lackluster skills, but he makes up for it by buying his girl a cute hello kitty themed grinder. has a really low tolerance, but swears up and down that he’s not high (he absolutely is). when he’s baked, he somehow gets even touchier with you, pawing at each and every curve of your body with no shame. his big eyes get all droopy, tinted a slight red color as he watches you—perched up against his bedroom wall, joint between your fingers as you pay him no mind, like he’s not even there. for some reason, i see intak as the type to want to work for your attention, especially during times like these, where all you really care about is getting high, with or without him. he’s not one to falter when it comes to a challenge.

in true intak manner, he’d try to get you to crack with physical touch, and although the feel of his hands against your skin affects you more than you’d ever admit, the final push would definitely be intak getting real close to your ear, whispering something like “let me make you feel good? please?”, and you don’t have to be asked twice. smirks all stupid when he realizes he’s won, ready to make you see stars and regret ignoring him. i think tak would be an eater when he’s high, not like he usually isn’t, but his desire to explore your cunt with his tongue just grows tenfold when he’s in this state. takes you right there on his carpeted floor, not even bothering to take off any of his own garments, because this is just for you. likes to take his time with it, looking up at you with teary, hazy eyes as he admires the crinkles in your features when he moves his tongue especially well. wouldn’t even stop once you’ve hit your climax, is way too lost in the sauce, overstimulating your pussy until he comes in his pants with a groan like some horny teenager. he’s not ashamed about it in the slightest, as intak thinks the sexiest thing in the world is to have his girl rutting against his eager mouth.

random little thought of mine, but i imagine intak lovessss to get crossed as well :3

౨ৎ soul

i don’t know why, but sho pegs me as an avid bong user. maybe it’s the childlike whimsy of pulling and watching bubbles rise in the chamber, much like how he’d blow bubbles into a glass of milk as a kid. i don’t know, but soul loves himself a good bong. has a bunch of ‘em actually, colorful and strangely shaped. whenever you get high together, he lets you pick out the one you want to use from his collection, like the true gentleman he is. you’re both sat in front of his janky tv, passing around the bong and laughing at whatever anime soul’s currently binging. your boyfriend’s personality doesn’t change much when he’s high, but you on the other hand, happen to get horny each and every time. maybe it’s the way your foggy brain can only focus on his side profile, the light of tv screen casting a glow on his pale skin in the prettiest of ways, accentuating his jawline that you oh so love. maybe it’s his posture, hands pressed into the floor behind him to support his weight, sweatpants adorning his slightly spread legs that leave little to the imagination. whatever it is, you’re horny, and you get an idea that brings a flush of pink to your cheeks.

you crawl over a bit to hover over his legs, and shota, bless his heart, is too high preoccupied with the episode to wonder what you’re doing. you place your forearms onto his legs to stabilize yourself before looking up at him some more, waiting with batted lashes for soul to finally make eye contact with you. when he does, your lips move faster than your brain. “can i suck you off?” is what shota registers before blood rushes to his dick embarrassingly quick, and the innocent but eager look in your eyes has him filling up his sweatpants in record time. he’d probably mumble some stupid shit like “uh huh” with his gaze focused on your every move, clearly forgetting all about the show that was taking up all his attention earlier. you smile while pulling his sweats down, just enough to free his cock—red and begging for attention, the view making you salivate. of course, you get to work real quick, pumping his dick with a tight closed fist before taking it all the way in your mouth with some effort. your boyfriend lets out a strained “fuck” at the contact, hips already chasing the heat of your mouth, making you gag around the flesh—just how you like it. he comes embarrassingly quick, but you still swallow up everything with pleasure, cunt throbbing and head still lost to your high. when you pull off of him with a smile, shota wastes no time in grabbing your face and pulling you into a messy kiss, with his taste still on your tongue. and of course, he returns the favor with the most ruthless back shots, slapping at pulling at your ass to give thanks for your generosity. :D

౨ৎ jongseob

once again pitching the idea of seob being your boyfriend, as well as your dealer all-in-one.. only difference is, you don’t have to pay him shit, which is very convenient! has a zip on him at all times, and you’re forever thankful for it—especially when you’ve had a god awful day. his favorite way to cheer you up after one of those types of days is by getting high together, oh and fucking your brains out too. he’s not really picky location wise, doesn’t have a designated spot where he likes to smoke, as he’s used to getting ash on his sheets and doesn’t mind it much. while he’s sparking up, he watches you get unready for the night from the comfort of his bed. you’re wearing a cute little baby tee and some pajama shorts you bought a while back, hunched over by the vanity he bought just for your convenience when you sleep over. seobie lovesss watching you do your skincare in his bedroom, the sight so domestic and comfortable, making him want you even more than he already does. once you’re all done with your routine, he’s already taken a few puffs and passes the joint to your ready fingers as you approach him. is surprised when you seat yourself on his lap, but you look so pretty while doing it that he wouldn’t dare complain.

if you blow smoke into his face with a giggle, he’s a goner. flips you over to kiss you silly, pausing momentarily to take another hit from the still-lit blunt. jongseob when high is at his most confident, and it doesn’t take long before he’s smirking down at you while feeling you up over your clothes. unbeknownst to him, you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, to be in his bed, with a much needed high. his smooth fingers tease a bit more, grazing against the bare skin of your tummy, but never daring to touch you underneath the layers of polyester until you work for it. you’d squirm a bit, joint long forgotten and clearly unamused at his antics, but eventually you can’t wait anymore! the magic word is “please”, and as soon as it’s spoken, he lets go of all the teasing and gives you what you really want. pulls off your clothes with a mix of love and lust in his eyes, and fucks you into his mattress without hesitation. laughs at the sight of his dick forming a bulge in your tummy, presses on it just enough to get your eyes rolling back. you both fall asleep after a few more rounds, and he doesn’t even bother pulling out, just holds you close with his cock still planted in your cunny. he’s so <33

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౨ৎ ⋆ 𓏲ּ

[hoonslutt]

Other group Masterlist

💌 Hello! Welcome to Hoonslutt’s Masterlist for other groups!

Epex:

- Riding them (hyung line)

8turn:

- Nothing yet

Nct:

- Wanna give mark the best head pt.1

Piwon:

- Nothing yet

NOTE: These are not the only groups I’ll be doing I’ll do more laqter on! Love ya!! 💕🫶🏼

[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?"

[keeheauxtales]

We can just keep talkin' 'bout the last time

You were here, what we did

No sleep till morning

Only bubble baths and back rubs 🔞

— “So Anxious” - Ginuwine

pairing: soft!dom!Keeho x fem!bodied!reader (with switch vibes)

genre: tub sex :) established relationship smut with minimal plot, y’all know the vibes?

word count: ~1.8k

content warnings: dirty talk, cunnilingus, nipple play + underwater handjob!, dick riding, edging, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), a bit of breeding ���� (& thus ‘daddy’ is used, among other nicknames)

author’s notes: I’m kinda making this a prologue of a new project of sorts titled my “S.I.S (Self-Indulgent Series).” A bit of excuse for me to start writing more of what I wanna write – for me, but y’all get the pleasure of reading it! 😅 also: guess who just finally figured out how to make the text smaller like I’ve seen so many other awesome writers do?! 🙌🏾😂

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9:38pm

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“wanna join me? 😉🛀”

Your phone lights up with these lovely invitations masquerading as text messages as you sit in the hotel room across the hall from your boyfriend. A smirk creeps along your face as you rise up from your bed to discard of whatever clothes you have on. Throwing on a robe that typically rests in the room’s closet, you grab your phone and room key, and briskly make your way to your lover.

When you open the bathroom door, you’re greeted with the same thing those pictures were alluding to, along with a more delighted expression on the face of its sender. Keeho spots your bare shoulders as you had positioned your robe lower the moment you entered his room. “Well,” Keeho starts, “glad you decided to come over.” He hovers his phone over the bathroom floor before you take it into your own hands to bring it over to the counter with your items. “There’s only a couple things keeping you from where I want you to be,” he states, dragging a finger along your height in the air.

You gradually peel the robe (thing #1) off of your body before beginning to close the distance (thing #2) between you and the warm water that has already been enveloping your boyfriend, eventually stepping in to join him.

Soap-covered hands immediately emerge from the aforementioned water the moment that second leg is inside of the tub, caressing and pushing your thighs as far apart as can be allowed. You’re briefly stunned before catching Keeho’s wanton gaze trailing up every inch of you before his eyes finally meet yours.

“Don’t sit yet, babe, wanna taste you…” And just like that, Keeho spits on your pussy like it hadn’t already been wet since before he sent those pictures. He drags his tongue leisurely along your entrance, and as you set a foot up along the edge of the tub, you let out a long, loud moan you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you blurt out, feeling Keeho’s tongue enter your dripping folds with incredible efficiency. You feel intense vibrations from beneath you as Keeho journeys up and down your inner cavern, moaning at how good you taste. You admire his consistency, how he enjoys you every single time like it’s your first time all over again. “Don’t stop…” you moan out, “until I cum in that f-filthy mouth of yours…”

Keeho only has it in himself to hum against you in compliance before beginning to make out with your cunt. You start to feel your legs shake as his big hands inadvertently lather your thighs with soap, caressing them while he sucks sweet juices – and even sweeter sounds – out of you. He raises his hands behind you to your lower back, giving you full reign to grind against his face, roping your fingers into his wet hair for some sort of leverage before throwing a leg over his shoulder.

The reality of him being the source of your evident pleasure riles him up further as his own moans match the magnitude of yours. Drowning out the wetness of the water itself is Keeho’s mouth unabashedly pervading your wetness, and by the time you regain consciousness you didn’t know you had lost, that knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Yes, Kee… Oh shit… Yeah… Fuck!” Before you could even warn him like you tend to do, you cry out as your legs quiver, exploding into his mouth just like you had wanted. You whimper at Keeho as he slurps as much of your essence as he possibly can, moaning lustily into your heat. Big hands grip your ass before he pulls away from you completely, licking his lips as he resumes his position in the tub.

Then I fill the tub up halfway, then ride it with my surfboard…

— “Drunk In Love” – Beyoncé

As you do your best to slowly enter more of your body into the water, you notice it rise by default. With your partner’s permission, you raise the nozzle to empty a small portion of the water before fully submerging yourself into some much needed relaxation.

All the while, Keeho’s hands have been caressing his own thighs underwater in an effort to calm himself down a bit. However, he achieves quite the opposite as your legs land on top of his. Your thighs act like magnets as far as Keeho’s concerned, the way his hands are back on top of them, caressing them just like when you were upright minutes ago.

The both of you cautiously work to close the distance before officially colliding toward the middle of the tub. With Keeho’s hands now going up and down your legs, one of your arms snake their way around his neck. As the other arm trails up and down his back, Keeho leans forward until his lips meld with yours.

Melting into the kiss, you feel yourself settle into the warmth of Keeho’s embrace, his hands now rubbing against your back with the soap lingering atop the water. After a few moments, you guide your hands to his chest, resting along his pecs. Your fingers maneuver around his nipples, thumbs treating them like gears on game controllers before your index fingers join in to pinch them. You hear your boyfriend begin to moan rather loudly, breaking the kiss to callously grunt into your gaping mouth.

“My dick is already so fucking hard for you, and you wanna play with my tits…” Keeho spits out provocatively. “Okay then,” he concludes before mirroring your exact fingering motions on your breasts, eliciting whimpers loud enough to overtake the sound of any wetness beneath you.

Keeho latches his thick lips onto your neck, and subconsciously, your hands leap into the water in search of this ‘hard dick’ he spoke of. You find it in no time, mere seconds after Keeho lowered his mouth onto one of your nipples. You lean back for comfort, and his brain short circuits feeling hands that aren’t his grip his cock underwater. He flicks his tongue rapidly before nipping at your areola as a response.

You release a deep groan from the back of your throat, your hands overworking to win the fight with buoyancy as they aggressively stroke Keeho’s bricked shaft in between the two of you. You feel a bit disgusted, knowing that your leftover arousal is dripping out of your pussy into soapy waters, especially with your thirsty partner shooting doe-eyed glances into your glazed-over stares at any given moment. Miraculously, you feel precum each time your thumb rolls along his tip.

Eventually, Keeho leans back like you did earlier, resting his flexed arms along the tub. You’d be lying your ass off to say that the sight of his toned chest heaving wasn’t turning your legs into mush. His entire stance was inviting you to just pounce on that dick your hands were wrapped around, and you knew it.

You carefully follow that thought, begrudgingly releasing Keeho’s cock from one of your hands for leverage. As a result, his deep moans halt momentarily while you position yourself on his soaking and loaded dick. One of Keeho’s veiny arms assist on your hip before you lower yourself back down, this time boarding the solid member that’s been heavily anticipating your warm cavern of a cunt this entire time.

In a fit of instantaneous weakness, you feel yourself shake once Keeho has entered you, your hands back caressing his neck. His hands slide down your back before they dive beneath your ass, kneading your cheeks. The both of you exhale a slew of obscenities at one another before you start to grind on his lap.

Once you both adjust to one another in this different environment, Keeho wills himself to fuck up into you as slowly as he can allow himself to. All the while, you can’t seem to stop your pelvis from moving, causing the water to splash a bit wildly. Neither of you could care to exercise caution, instead you both grow more and more careless the more you get lost in the lust of it all.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Keeho grunts, sweating around the wet bangs covering his forehead.

“Shit… Fuck, make me cum, baby!” You cry out as Keeho’s throbbing cock reaches your spot in those gummy walls he keeps pulsing deeper into.

“Call me ‘baby’ like that again…” Keeho spits out, already reduced to just sitting back and letting you ride, but not before one particularly deep thrust aimed directly at your clit unlocks another nickname in its stead.

“D-daddy!”

“Oh shit,” Keeho breathed out, feeling like he was drowning in that tub (and would’ve been okay with it after hearing something so rare leave your mouth like that). “You’re gonna fuck around and make me wanna become one for real, keep playing.”

And just like that, you feel a knot tighten deep in your stomach for a second time tonight, almost like it came into contact with your boyfriend’s cock drilled into your hole. “Then cum inside me, Steph,” you breathe in his ear seductively, “no sense causing such a sticky mess in this tub for housekeeping to have to clean up.”

“It may not matter once you’re cumming with me, sweetheart,” Keeho challenges in almost a whisper before he resumes rolling his hips up in time with your body damn near bucking against him.

You accept the challenge with so much composure as you grip the tub with your hand, your pussy gripping every bit of Keeho’s girth. Sensing a climax approaching from the both of you, he lowers himself back into the water with one of his hands clamping your waist, the other starting to squeeze your neck in that freaky progression that teeters between slight discomfort and alarming danger, and you could usually give a fuck… Keeho quite literally couldn’t stand to give a few fucks now.

“Is my baby gonna cum all on daddy’s dick like the good slut she is?”

You hum and nod in response, whimpering over his words.

“And are you gonna let daddy cum inside that tight… little pussy like you said?”

“Fuck, please!” you yell out, briefly realizing that he paused while awaiting your answer.

“‘Please,’ what?” he inquires as his voice drops a notch for an added edge.

“Please cum for me, baby! I want to feel your hot cum inside me, for fucks sake!”

Maybe it was the fact that the water was getting colder around you, or the way Keeho’s cock kept twitching inside of your swollen cunny, while denying himself of his own orgasm in the process, but damn, y’all were desperately determined to find release before leaving this bathtub.

After moaning your name, and lustily reiterating how good your pussy feels around him with his eyes rolling back, he gaspingly asks one more question. “Are you ready for this load, babygirl?”

“Oh god, yes, Kee– I’m cumming,” you exhale, vibrating around your lover as warm semen oozes out of the both of you. Keeho claws at your back as he fucks his own orgasm out, causing a chill to run down your spine as you fall forward onto his chest.

“Aww,” Keeho coos in your ear, smiling as you both unwind like you were planning to in the beginning of this impromptu date, “you did so good, mama.”

[ggyutea]

💭 jiung finding out you've never orgasmed during partnered sex and deciding to take matters into his own hands. literally

contents: afab reader, first times, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, no pet names because they give me the ick, "feminine" terms for genitalia, jiung loves pussy this is my personal canon, no real dialogue either this is just my personal fantasy if i'm gonna be honest guys

NSFW below the cut, 18+ only please mdni

jiung who gets really spun up when he finds out that none of your past partners have ever been able to make you cum. jiung who insists on laying you down, undressing you even as you squirm and insist that he won't be successful either, that you're doomed to have bad sex for the rest of your life. jiung who reassures you with gentle but sure hands as he eases your legs open. jiung who doesn't hesitate to get his mouth on you, groaning when he tastes you and hears you gasp at the contact. jiung who sucks on your clit like it's his job, somehow immediately finding the precise amount of pressure and suction that makes you squirm and makes your breath come heavier. jiung who eases a finger into you once your cunt is all slick with his saliva and your own arousal, thrusting into you and maintaining that maddening attention on your clit. jiung who tells you how good you taste, moaning as he licks around his finger, eyes flicking up to yours as he tastes you. jiung asking if you can take another finger as you get more and more worked up, leaking and rutting your hips ever so slightly into his face. jiung who eases a second finger into you, picking up the pace as his mouth continues working wonders, dual stimulation bringing you closer than you've ever been with another person. jiung who puts his other hand firm on your thigh, then your lower stomach as you draw closer, and closer. and jiung who finally makes you cum, smiling as he pulls away, gently massaging your walls as you ride out your orgasm, both of you sweating and breathing heavy, wet. jiung whose face is soaked in sweat and your slick, coming up to kiss you, telling you that he told you he could do it, that you could do it. jiung who makes you come in a million different ways in the months to come, determined to draw out as many from you as possible to make up for lost time.

♡

[sugawhaaa]

🎧‼️THEO NS/FW AUDIO‼️🎧

Length:: 4:13

Prompt:: eating out your pussy before bed with some soft music to help you relax <3

A/N:: I also have to add that as a bisexual this audio gets me so good bc the girl's moans are so fucking hot 😍

Reminder that this is for pure imagination and is not intended for any other purposes

Taglist:: @queeenarii @joongiebites @hw4ngss @sunnyyangie @ikyo-oon

Audio credit:: Diddy kitty

[onriyuview]

going to a rave or concert with bf!p1harmony member

genre: fluff, nsfw/suggestive below the cut (18+, mdni)

cw: established relationship, female reader, mentions of substance/alcohol use, 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.

[joocomics]

made in heaven

pairing: dj!jiung x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1.5k words

✎… strangers to lovers trope, (unprotected) car sex, light sub/dom dynamics, pet names, restraints (handcuffs), voice kink, jiung uses a cheesy pick up line as reader wears an angel costume for halloween and it works

a.note ! this was supposed to come out yesterday (10/07), but i was exhausted from work and completely forgot to post it >< happy belated birthday jiung, your blue era will never be forgotten ♡

( p1h masterlist )

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

You turn around to see exactly the face you've been hoping to see up close. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time and you're surprised to realise that you haven't forgotten his face at all.

It's not just his captivating blue hair that still keeps you intrigued, it's everything about him.

“You’ve probably heard this multiple times tonight already,” he chuckles as the corners of his lips slide up nervously, “sorry.”

You smile back, pleased to see him flustered. As you both allow your gazes to drag up the other’s body, your head tilts to the side playfully.

“Your name?”

Of course, you already know it. You made sure of that by asking around, scrolling through his Instagram the same night you first saw him play in this very club. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Jiung.”

“Jiung,” you repeat his name like it’s something you can taste on your tongue, “so you don't use a special DJ name or anything like that?”

“No,” he shakes his head; the charming smile doesn't leave his face, “I'm Jiung here as much as I am outside this club. What's your name?”

“I liked your set, Jiung.” Well, you always do. His music is one of the reasons you keep coming back with your friends. His seamless selections of tracks have some addictive effects on your body. “I’m Y/N.”

“And I enjoyed watching you have fun to it, Y/N.” He makes a quick pause before speaking out your name as he feels lucky to be able to know it. He wants to savour each letter.

He had noticed you long before this moment. The way you moved earlier, lost in the music, kept pulling his gaze - your sexy white dress with small shimmering wings catching the lights like something ethereal. Your silhouette standing out in the sea of shifting colors as if you're some sort of a celestial vision. But it wasn’t just that. He remembers you from before. He's caught glimpses of your eyes searching for him, just as his searched for you.

“You've been watching me?”

Your bodies move closer. The techno beats which keep on booming intensely in the thick air isn't the only thing bringing you closer though.

You pick up on the way his eyes explore your face like they've been waiting for the proper moment to do so. There's a lustful spark that holds onto your gaze, and you feel your excited heart come to a halt beneath your dress.

Jiung's lips curl flirtatiously as he’s about to answer and the sight floods your veins with adrenaline rush.

“I think it's impossible not to spot a beautiful angel like you.” His attention goes to your lips as they part slightly in surprise. “I notice you every time.”

At that moment, you both realise that neither of you wants to stay in this crowded club anymore. You both crave some privacy, and it’s time for you to say goodbye to your friends.

You didn't expect for things to escalate so quickly like this; for this Halloween party to suddenly lead you to Jiung’s car where he adjusts you on his lap, pressing you down harder and groaning into your neck from how nice it feels to have you melting in his embrace.

“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers at your ear before continuing to nibble on your skin. Every time he speaks he sounds as if he's intoxicated, but he's completly sober. “Where have you been all this time?”

Undeniably, your divine costume of an angel only turns him on even more, and he can't stop roaming his hands along the fabric of your simple, yet pretty dress, that's hugging your curves perfectly. Then, your fishnet stockings that occasionally tempt him to look down, to sneak his fingertips curiously through the fragile fabric, but soon enough he loses patience...

“Can I?” His voice is almost out of breath from your long kisses.

You nod - you’re unable to form proper sentences at this moment too. With one swift move Jiung rips them off, exposing your panties.

Then, you drag the dress up to your waist, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden, but delightful contact of his fingers against your clit. Needy sounds already start escaping your throat as he maintains circling motions at the right spot, meanwhile, your one hand keeps your panties to the side, not wanting him to stop even for a second.

“You sound so pretty, angel…” He utters before pressing an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. “Don’t stop, baby.”

Your skin warms up more and more with each word he says; with each following touch of his gentle lips that travel along your cleavage. And his voice, low and melodious, spreads so captivatingly in the silence, only doubling the warm knot of arousal in your body.

“Right there,” you plead as the fingers of your one hand run through his vibrantly colored hair; the other is pressed against the car window to keep you steady.

Jiung would love to keep savouring the nice feeling of your pussy, but your rising moans turn him eager to feel you other ways. He slowly retrieves his hand, kissing your neck one last time before leaning back to unzip his pants.

As you anticipate the moment with dazed eyes and racing heartbeat, your attention unintentionally moves to the right seat next to you. It’s empty - except for the pair of handcuffs.

You look at Jiung questionably as you pick them up.

“I was planning on dressing up like a cop for one of my friends’ parties.” He explains, meeting your sparkling eyes. Your little halo is tilted, he notices.

“I think I’ll wear them better.” A sly, deliberate smile appears on your lips as you lean in to whisper: “Handcuff me.”

“Why?” Jiung asks amused; his tone is soft, but in the most erotic way. “You’ve been such a good angel.”

And he’s right, but he does it anyway.

You tell him you can get naughty when you’re impatient, while he on the other hand, simply likes the look of your wrists restrained together, dangling at his chest as you bounce up and down.

Your fingers clench desperately at Jiung’s hoodie as his own sink into your hips, wanting to support your movements; to maintain the nice pace that has you both panting in sync as he bumps into your sweet spot again and again.

“Fuck—“ You mewl as your warm walls grip onto his cock harder; the firm grip on your body shifts around your waist. “I’m gonna cum,” you utter breathlessly. The way you fall back down starts to look and sound sloppy, but nonetheless, eager to reach your peak.

Jiung’s hands go beneath your ass to grasp you tighter. “Stay like this for me, angel,” he asks of you, as now his hips do the rest of the work. The sudden relentless slamming results into your mind going completely numb as you still with muscles tensing from the thrill.

The lewd, sharp sounds of his hips flying up to crash repeatedly into you, fill the dark space. The heavy breaths both of you emit turn the windows around you even foggier - they melt into each other every time, until they elevate into one blissful wailing the moment your thighs begin to shake because the climax washes over you.

The intense warmth floods your body in one strong wave, electrifying every part of you as Jiung pulls out in a hurry to release onto your stomach.

You lean back, staring down at the white ropes of arousal marking your skin. Jiung’s voice quietly shakes as his mouth hangs open in delight; the tight fist around his length gradually eases down.

“You have a pretty voice,” you speak up first after he looks up in search for your flickering eyes. Your words come out much more mellow now as you normalise your breathing. “Have you ever thought about a singing career?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies through a coy chuckle.

That’s the last thing he expected to hear from you in a moment like this. But honestly - he doesn't mind it.

He stares at you with an evident intrigue as you grin softly, running hands up and down his chest.

“Well, you should consider it. I don’t need to hear you sing to know you have it in you.”

The truth is, Jiung kind of made up that answer. He does sing - more often than he realises, and he has thought about it few times. He humms under his breath as he makes coffee or walks around his apartment doing other mundade things... Sometimes he even makes up his own lyrics while he showers.

He’s fully aware you already know he just lied to you.

His hands stroke your thighs as they still keep him down. The noise the metal handcuffs create around your wrists rings in the heavy air with lustful aroma.

“I will.” He nods, fixating his lazy gaze back on yours. His smile is still lingering. “You can be my muse. Every artist has one. Right, angel?”

Is this his way to ask if he’s going to see you again, you wonder…

The answer to both is yes.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

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

[corytizz]

hiii! can i have an audio for theo?

꒰ ☆ ꒱・𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 , - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨・ ₊˚  ·˚➴

** Pairing: Theo x listener. **

﹡POV: Theo being a submissive baby for you, giving him a handjob after a hard day of promotions.

HERE YOU GO BB AND TYSM FOR THE ATTENTION AND THE SWEET COMMENTS THE LEEHAN AUDIO GOT OMG, THEY MADE ME SO HAPPY 😭🖤🖤 Hope you like this Theo one!!!

** Feel free to leave a request!! **

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[seobover]

needy jongseob because in my mind he was just an awkward inexperienced guy before he met you!!!

kinda (or very) sub!seob, soft dom!reader, (but a hint at the end that they're both switches) handjob, slight overstim, nicknames, kissing, SO WHINY JONGSEOB, aftercare, reader n seob are the same age

first post kinda nervous 😳 i’m not fully fluent in english plz don’t bully me

nsfw under the cut

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you love the way jongseob looks up at you through his eyelashes. his lips are parted slightly, his gaze full of need, his breath coming out slightly ragged. he's so unbelievably horny, and it's more apparent than ever.

"please," he whispers with a slight whine. "please touch me…”

"needy, aren't we?" you hum teasingly. he lifts his hips up, whining again.

"it's been too long..." he pouts slightly. "and you always make me feel so good."

"yeah?" you hum, moving your hand up his thigh teasingly.

"i'll be good for you, i'll be so good, please, just touch me," he pleads.

he sounds so beautiful, and you can't help but comply. you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling them down to reveal his erection.

he lets out a soft moan as the colder air of the room hits his exposed skin. he's completely hard, his cock twitching slightly as he waits for your touch.

you smirk at the amount of pre-cum leaking out of him. "i haven't even touched you and you're already making a mess, huh?" you tease.

"i can't help it," the blonde breathes out. "you make me so needy…”

"what do you need?" you hum.

"need you to make me cum," he mumbles nervously, his voice barely audible.

"speak up, sweetheart."

"make me cum, please, i'll be good," jongseob says desperately.

you let out a low, approving hum before wrapping your fingers around his dick. he lets out a breathy whimper, his hips bucking uo needily.

you begin stroking him, your movements slow and teasing at first.

"i'm… i’m so close already," he moans.

"hold it, baby," you command softly, making him whine slightly.

you speed up your strokes, making him moan loudly. he tries to hold it in, he really does, but you're making it impossible for him.

he lets out pathetic, breathy moans as your skilled movements guide him closer to the edge. his fingers dig into the bedsheets as he tries to hold his release for a bit longer.

"i'll- i'm cumming," he gasps, unable to control himself any more. you don't have time to react before he shoots his sperm out, painting his lower stomach and your hand in white.

you smirk at the sight of him falling apart, and you continue stroking his spent cock through his release.

he squirms under your touch, the slight overstimulation you're giving him mixing in with the pleasure of his orgasm.

"hey… quit it, so sensitive," he whimpers. "kiss me?"

your smirk melts into a soft smile at his request, and you lean down to press your lips on his. the kiss is short but sweet, leaving you both craving for more.

you let go of his now softening cock, reaching for a wet towel you prepared earlier. you clean him up gently, before you press a soft peck on his lips.

"you did so well," you hum softly. he smiles sleepily. "you too," he whispers back.

"don't fall asleep yet, we have to change the sheets," you say with a soft giggle.

"we can change them later," jongseob murmurs, reaching his arms out to wrap them around your waist and pull you close. "want to be close to you," he whispers.

you wrap your arms around him in return, and he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

you lay in silence for a few moments before he speaks up. "i'll fuck you so good tomorrow, if you'll let me," he murmurs against your neck.

you chuckle softly. "is that a promise?"

"absolutely. i love you."

"i love you more."

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a/n: i don't like my writing here but um. yeah! i haven't written in english in so long... lmk if y'all enjoyed ^^

this was lowkey soo rushed.. my piwon fanfic writer debut anyway LOL lmk if anyone wants to be moots

[kisseobie]

day 5 of piwontober 24’ ✶ “wine pon you”

prompt: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

pairings: intak x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), sex under the influence, dubious consent

word count: 5.1k

tags: alcohol use (only intak is drunk), clubbing, biting and marking, drunk sex, one night stand, stripper reader, smoking, infatuation, brief mentions of vomit, intak is whipped as hell lmaoo, rizztak 🙈, giggly sex, no attachment, pov switches, blowjob, vaginal penetration

a/n: hi everyone <3 i wasn’t expecting to take this prompt so i’m sorry if this sucks but hehe first kisseobie piwontober 24’ fic 💟 loveeeee me some sleazy intak so i hope u all enjoy! i didn’t use the foodplay prompt btw lol not my thing unfortunately..

sorry for posting so late by the way! :( i hope the unusually long length makes up for it :3

full piwontober 24’ masterlist here ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

buzzed bodies and a powdery scent of pungent perfume, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for intak, comforting even. he wouldn’t necessarily call himself addicted, but his feet drag him down a couple of blocks to the same strip joint more often than the man would like to admit. the establishment isn’t stellar in any means, nothing to write home about. the selections of liquor are not to intak’s liking, the rainbow lights flicker in a manner that’s almost nauseating, and the dj can’t bump a track for shit.

intak knows that an intense infatuation with a certain stripper isn’t necessarily something applaudable, and if anything, his roommate jiung would laugh his ass off at the revelation, but he can’t find it in himself to really care. not when you take the stage, chunky heels clacking against the shiny floor, bedazzled top hit with a beam of white light, cascading diamond-like forms across the walls. intak watches your every twist and turn so intensely, like the show was specifically crafted for his eyes only, a personal love letter addressed to hwang intak—signed xoxo, y/n.

intak watches as you slide effortlessly against the metal pole, the cool rod leaving a trail of goosebumps on the surface of your smooth skin. he likes that about you, that despite the fact that you’re just a mere fantasy for him, you’re human—something real. it presents itself in different ways, he’s been coming here long enough to notice the way your muscles sometimes tremble in exertion during a particularly difficult move, or how you subtly tuck away stray pieces of pretty hair that stick to the gloss on your lips. he notices it all. he wonders if you notice him too.

your dance routine ends and intak finds himself plopped on a lonely barstool, downing some bottom shelf bourbon—nothing out of his typical routine here, really. he can feel the blaring music, the thumping of the beat coursing through his entire being, only aided by the incessant hollers of drunk partygoers. it however, does nothing to distract his thoughts from you—pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty teeth, and a nice set of tits too. the man feels like a pervert, coming to the same shit club every weekend to get a glimpse of his sweetheart, the dreamy girl that most likely doesn’t give a damn about him. intak sighs, and then takes another swig.

“pretty boy is here again. sat right up at the front, probably trying to take a sniff at your panties or somethin’.”

“stop that. he seems nice.” you shoot back, but only snickers from the girls in the locker room follow. they think you’ve got some weird situationship going with the guy, you suppose.

you were aware of the mystery boy of course, he watched your every show without fail, drank his bodyweight at the bar, and ended the night by clumsily wobbling out of the club, only to come back the next weekend and follow the same tired routine. he is a pretty boy, you’ll give him that. dark eyes that twinkle ever so slightly, a lopsided grin permanently etched on his face when he watches you dance, lean body that accentuates his height well.

despite the fact that he’s charming, you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants when you’re on stage, or how he sometimes leaves to the bathroom after you’ve finished, presumably to relieve the obvious tent in his pants when you roll your hips against the pole just right. he’s just another sleaze, a pretty one maybe, but a sleaze nonetheless. you sure aren’t fooled, even if his dedication to your performances is intriguing.

“hey y/n, if you don’t want him, i’ll take him. he looks pent up, the poor guy.” your coworker jokes, but you pay no mind to the teasing. you have a show to put on, whether the pretty boy watches or not.

meaningless conversation ends and you situate yourself on top of the dirty dressing room bench, slipping on your heels, a dazzling crimson red and eight inches tall. opting for no tights today, you examine how the shoe emphasizes the length of your shaved legs—in other words, you know you’re gonna make a few extra tips tonight. your mouth waters at the thought of buying yourself a nice breakfast in the morning, maybe a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream?

after some waiting backstage, the club’s owner, a pudgy old man you’ve never quite gotten along with, announces your name with a cheesy slogan. a few men hoot and holler, clearly ready to eye you down like a fresh piece of meat for their tasting. the lights dim as the velvet cheetah-printed drapes part to reveal you in all your glory, dressed to the nines, even if the clothing you adorn is sparse. the music cues, and you walk, letting the crowd drink you in like a tall glass of wine. as you strut to the beat with a shimmery smile, you unconsciously scan the audience, eyes honing in on one man in particular. he’s here, of course he is, staring at you as if you hung the stars for him, and you might as well have, judging from the gobsmacked look on his face. you shoot him a sly wink before turning to the pole, gyrating your hips against the metal before latching your legs onto the very material. it’s exhilarating as it is exhausting.

a few dozen twists and turns on the rod later, your practiced routine finally comes to a close. the cheers are loud, they always are. you collect tips from wrinkly hands, blowing kisses and shooting winks at all sorts of men—married, recently divorced, rich, poor—it doesn’t matter to you, you aren’t one to judge. when you’re done collecting dollar bills and desperate notes with numbers scribbled across, your vision catches pretty boy making his way to the bar, greeting theo, the bartender always on night duty, like an old time friend.

“you come here often?” intak teases at taeyang, who stares back at him with his arms crossed, visibly unamused. the man gives it to intak straight, an admirable quality for sure, though some may call him too blunt for his own good. your show ended a few hours ago, and intak’s been perched on this very stool, drinking glass after glass, hoping it’ll clear his thoughts that seem to only focus on you.

“don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink? you look like shit. if you puke on my countertop you’re cleaning that shit up yourself.” theo scolds, but there’s no malice in his tone, a little bit of disinterest and concern maybe, but no malice. intak lazily raises his hand in the air with his head down, a nonverbal way of saying “i know, i’m gonna get going.” that taeyang can read every time with ease. the man with shoulder-length hair audibly sighs.

“she’s nothing but a fantasy man, let it go. you come here every weekend just to sit and watch a girl out of your reach. it’s getting pathetic.”

intak winces at the harsh words, but smiles nonetheless. he gets up with some effort and pulls a few crinkled twenties out of his pocket, slapping them on the table in between them with a, “always a pleasure talking to you, theo”. taeyang scoffs, grabbing the bills to place them in the register. “yeah yeah, get home safe.”

intak stumbles out of the stuffy club with a headache, already dreading the inevitable hangover he’ll have in the morning. he waves his arm around aimlessly, hoping to signal a taxi, eyes wandering around the street in boredom until they catch onto a familiar figure sat on the hood of a car. you’re wearing a fuzzy long coat, shielding you from the cold of the night as you cup your hand around a lighter. intak watches you take a deep drag from a lit cigarette, blowing the swirly smoke into the autumn air with an indifferent expression on your face. your hair blows in the wind, but you pay no mind to it, seemingly lost in thought. intak rubs at his eyes with closed fists to be sure you aren’t a figment of his imagination—he’s never seen you away from the limited space of the stage.

before he can talk himself out of it, the boy crosses the street, hands in his pockets as he takes slow, hesitant steps towards you. you’re even prettier like this, intak thinks, not faking a smile for some fast cash, wrapped up in a big coat that makes you look so incredibly small, scrolling on your outdated phone with sleepy eyes. he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

“hey.” are his first words directed at you, a little lame but they grab your attention nonetheless. you jump at his voice, clearly not expecting to entertain a conversation this late at night. intak waits awkwardly as you scan him from head to toe, a hint of what looks like recognization in your eyes. you give him a tight lipped smile, obviously nervous because of the sudden encounter. he can’t blame you, he supposes, not when you’re in this line of work. he probably isn’t the first man to approach you, and most definitely not the last either.

“hi?” is how you answer, hesitant but oh so curious. he’s always been a wallflower from what you know, watching from a distance but never one to approach. the change in routine is certainly sparking your interest, and you wait with bated breath for him to come clean, to reveal his true intentions towards you, good or bad.

“i’ve seen you dance a few times. you’re really good.” intak sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his neck all shy, as if he hadn’t watched you dry hump the floor half naked earlier. his timidness is frankly a bit refreshing, usually an attendee of one of your shows would have tried to get in your pants by now.

“thank you. i’ve seen you in the crowd, y’know. you never tip me, so i can’t be all that good, can i?” you tease, but the question does hold some truth in it. he hasn’t tipped you a single dollar since stepping in the club for the first time, another useless observation of yours.

“sorry.” he blurts out, cheeks red with embarrassment, like a kid who got caught stealing out of the family cookie jar. you hold back a snort at his flustered expression, you were merely teasing the boy. no hard feelings. “it’s all good. a bit curious as to why you come to see me every weekend though. or maybe you’re just here for the drinks, who knows.”

intak laughs at that. “when all the club supplies is whiteclaws and cheap bourbon? i could get better drinks at the supermarket.”

“well you’re right about that,” y/n affirms with a giggle. “so then, what is it? what draws you here every weekend, pretty boy?” you know the answer, but you’d like to hear it straight from the source. it’s more fun that way.

intak sighs, and then reaches his arm out to shake hands, to which you raise an eyebrow, but accept the kind embrace anyways. his hands are warm, a bit sweaty too. he sports no rings, and his fingers are a bit calloused, it makes you wonder what the guy does for work—welding, maybe?

“i’m intak.” a beat passes. you smile, all teeth and gums, and shake his hand in return.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, intak.”

intak’s room is warm, a welcomed contrast to the depressing weather outside. not the cleanest living space, with socks hanging from drawers and far too many lopsided posters pasted onto his walls, but strangely enough, it’s comforting. before now, hwang intak to you was always a man of great mystery, but his cluttered apartment humanizes him. there are a few framed photos propped up on his messy desk, old ones, showcasing intak as a young boy, smiley as ever with his arms draped over various shoulders of people you don’t quite recognize. he’s got some little notes written on the glass frames as well, one in particular catching your eye, a scribbled “my first drink EVER! it tasted like shit!!”. it makes you smile, similar to how the sight of an excited puppy playing fetch would.

as you snoop around intak’s bedroom, your thoughts start to wander to earlier tonight, when you took the stage and locked eyes with the man whose very space you’re currently occupying. his legs spread, chest puffed, jaw slack as he watched you perform with a needy look on his face, practically eye-fucking you across the dim room. it should have disgusted you, it definitely did with every other man who saw you as a mere object of their perverted desires, a sex symbol that they couldn’t live without. there was something different about the boy though, something that made you crave a single night with him. it’s why you accepted his offer to come over to his place with little to no deliberation, despite you swearing to yourself countless of times in the past that you’d never let a random man take you home.

intak’s currently in his bathroom, hyping himself up in front of his mirror as best as he can, fearful that he’ll screw this up and scare you away forever. he can be a bit clingy when intoxicated, sometimes sappy too—a fact that jiung can attest to. the boy would be absolutely mortified if his drunk tendencies landed him on the club’s hefty blacklist, so he takes a deep breath and gives himself an internal pep talk to loosen up: “intak, you’ve got this man. she wouldn’t have taken your offer to come over if she thought you were a weirdo. get back in there, bro.”

intak places a final kiss onto his flexed bicep as good luck, then cringes at himself before taking a deep inhale, brows furrowed in concentration. he walks out of the bathroom and opens his bedroom door, gasping aloud at the delicious sight he’s met with. you’re not wearing your coat anymore, nor your dancing heels, left very naked besides the crimson panties you wore for your earlier performance. your draped over his bed, leaning across the width of the mattress, supporting your weight with one hand planted firmly on intak’s bed, the other raised up to your line of sight as you examine your coffin nails before you take notice of intak’s presence. intak resists slapping himself across the face, not wanting to seem like even more of an idiot after you teased him just an hour ago for never tipping you during your shows. instead, he just stands and stares, gobsmacked at the view, you sat atop of his bed, perky tits out, nipples hard and waiting for his attention.

“you gonna stand there all night or..” is all you can manage to get out before the man takes fast strides towards you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. you moan into his mouth, tongue swiping against his, tasting nothing but bourbon and musk, the flavor provoking a throbbing heat to your core. his dominance seeped into the hot kiss, presenting itself in the way he grabbed at your cheeks roughly, how his tongue shoved itself in your mouth so sloppily, how his lips travelled to the nape of your neck, leaving bite marks in their wake. he was experienced for sure, and thank god for it, because the makeout sesh alone had your typically level-head clouded with yearning and lust.

without proper warning, intak’s calloused hands travelled to your boobs, the rough contact against your soft skin making you mewl. he groped at the flesh with eagerness, replacing his left hand with his tongue as he circled your bud with the wet muscle, flicking it with a deep groan. his mouth latched onto your left tit, suctioning the area with just the right amount of pressure. you let your hand slip into the tufts of his jet black hair, tugging at the strands every time intak bit at your skin. the boy maneuvered his head to give the same attention to your right boob, but not without replacing the left with his hand, his own spit thinly coating his palm as he squeezed.

a few minutes passed just like that, with intak worshipping your boobs like an artist intensely dedicated to their craft. the man unlatched his lips from your chest with a loud pop, placing a single kiss on each of your nipples before sitting back and admiring his work. your skin was now littered with red and purple marks, all from intak and none unwelcome. “pretty.” he remarks, staring at your tits like a man starved. the attention has you dripping, pussy weeping for contact, to which you subtly make an attempt at rubbing your thighs together to bring temporary relief to your aching cunt. intak takes notice of this, smirking at you, facial features sporting a knowing look.

“intak, wanna see you please.” you beg, craving to see what the man looks like underneath the thin layer of his clothes. “fuck, yeah, okay,” he responds, his voice breathless—all a result of you, only you. “it’s only fair i give you a show too, right?” he jokes, the lightheartedness soothing any nerves you may have had earlier. “right.” you affirm with a focused expression, before giggling back at him. intak steps a few feet away from his bed, eyes locked on yours as he cheekily pulls off his own coat. his black wife beater follows, giving you the liberty to drool at the view of his sculpted abs. your line of sight travels downwards, to where you can spot a prominent v-line, along with the beginning of a trail of pubic hair—not too long, but still present, not that you mind.

intak starts to tug at his belt buckle, but you’re quick to sit at the edge of the bed, feet tucked snug under your thighs as you replace his hands with your own. you free the boy from the tight constraints of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. they’re red in color, almost matching the hue of your own underwear. you can spot the thick outline of his cock, already hard and practically slipping out of his briefs. there’s also a wet patch of precum oozing out of the elastic material, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling at the thought of tasting him.

before you free his girth out of its constraints, you leave a few sloppy kisses and kitten licks right on top of the cloth, his subdued scent and taste overtaking your senses. intak may be the only one under the influence, but you could get drunk just off of this, especially with the way the man bites his lip at your gentle contact, a strangled “fuck..” leaving his lips. you quit your teasing after a few more licks, pulling down intak’s underwear in one swift movement, almost immediately grabbing at his length with a closed fist and pumping at a steady pace. intak’s reaction is immediate, head thrown back with a loud groan, eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his skull as his hips buck upwards into your fist. you’ve barely done anything and the man already seems close to cumming—it’s as cute as it is dirty, the way he melts into your touch, so pliant and oh so desperate.

“y/n, let me fuck your face.” intak pleads, eyes as twinkly as ever. you reply by guiding his mushroom tip into your open mouth, slowly sinking your mouth onto his length as far as you can go. you look up at intak, mouth full of cock and tears threatening to spill from your lined waterline, silently giving the man a go at your throat. he wastes no time in thrusting into the heat, whimpering and swearing at the way you suction your lips. he speeds his hips to set a near animalistic pace, resulting in you spluttering on him as the force of his thrusts hit against the back of your throat. just as you’re about to tap out, pinch at intak’s thick thighs and catch your breath, salty seed slips into your mouth, coating your throat white. you pull off of him to cough and swallow, looking absolutely defiled in front of the man. for some reason, the fact doesn’t bother you one bit, instead, you only wish for him to rough you up some more, to give you his all, even if it’s just for a single night. even if come tomorrow morning, you’ll slip out of his blankets, leaving no signs that you were ever there.

intak hunches over your frame to capture your slick lips into a messy kiss for the nth time tonight. he can taste his ecstasy on your tongue, savoring the flavor far more enthusiastically than he would any drink served at your club. you loop your arms around his broad neck, pulling him closer and closer until you both are pressed flush against each other, with your back, a bit sweaty, meeting the soft fabric of his linen sheets. intak ruts his swollen, sensitive cock against your crotch, still shielded by your panties. despite the barrier of cloth, intak can feel how wet you are—he grins at that, knowing that he’s the one who’s making you all hot and bothered. he feels like he’s on top of the world, with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, occupying his sheets and pleading for his touch.

“jesus babe, you’re soaked. all this for me?” intak muses aloud, obviously proud of himself at affecting you just as much as you’ve affected him. if he wasn’t so worried about first impressions, he’d pump his fist in the air.

“all for you takkie, now help me get rid of these panties already.” you demand, followed by a flirtatious wink that almost makes intak buckle at the knees. the man drops his head to where he has the perfect view of your crimson panties, contrasting beautifully against your shiny skin. red had always been his favorite color, after all. intak mimics your tactic on his cock from earlier, placing feather light kisses on your inner thighs, and eventually on your clothed mound, too. you whine at his teasing, but it’s only fair he returns the favor, isn’t it?

your scent is heaven on earth to him. delicate and strong at the same time, flowery musk coating his nostrils—it’s so irrevocably girl. the boy takes his sweet time inhaling your smell, completely ignoring your protests. you beg a little more, and always one to please, intak latches his teeth onto the waistband of the silk, tugging it off with his canines while looking you right in the eye. he’s so sexy like this, you think, in between your thighs, already pussy drunk, but slow enough in his movements so the pair of you can properly savor the moment. you appreciate his pace; it’s rare when a man doesn’t insist on sticking it in as soon as you’ve been undressed. intak is kinder than that.

his teeth continue to tug your panties down the length of your legs, until they slip off completely, leaving you completely bare are vulnerable. intak sweetly folds your panties and places them at the edge of the bed, knowing that they must have costed you a pretty penny, before shifting his unwavering attention to your sopping cunt. he stares for a bit, making you a bit shy to the point where you start to close up your legs, but intak is faster, prying them open with force. the dominance that he now exudes is salivating, and you wait, curious as to what his next move will be.

“pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tits, pretty pussy. how are you real?” intak questions you, but his deep eyes are still glued to your cunt, throbbing and calling out for his touch. light and gentle or hard and rough, it doesn’t matter anymore. you just want him, willing to take anything he’ll give you with obedience and a smile. it’s been too long since you’ve been worshipped like a goddess, rather than painted as prey for predator.

instead of intak touching you where you need him most, he leaves scattered bites across the skin of your inner thighs, completely neglecting your cunny to mark you instead. in reality, intak knows that no amount of biting will make you his, and he’ll be back at the club next weekend, watching you perform once more with a glass of bourbon in hand. the realization sends a pang of hurt to his heart, but he bandaids the wound by showing you a good time—a great time, even. it’s all he can do, and do it right he will. so he ignores the ticking of his obnoxious alarm clock, redirecting his focus once more to your cunt.

his digits reach out to explore your pussy, swiping and swirling around the surface in a plethora of ways. intak gauges your reactions to each touch, quickly catching on to what sensations make your legs shake and bottom lip wobble. oh how he’d love to get his mouth on you right now, have you fall apart on his tongue, but his cock throbs as he ruts his hips against his sheets, urging him to slam into your heat as soon as he possibly can. if he doesn’t, he might die this very minute, and so he does. removes his skinny fingers from your puffy bud, stands up and plants his feet onto his carpeted floor, grips onto your thighs to pull your weight to the edge of his bed.

“intak. condom.” you gently remind. as nice as he is, sexy too, you’d much rather protect yourself from some sexually transmitted disease, or worse, an unexpected bundle of joy that you cannot afford to bring into this world. not now, at least, and not with pretty boy intak.

“shit, yeah. sorry, let me get one real quick.” intak responds sheepishly, embarrassed that he’d let his lust take over without taking the proper precautionary steps beforehand. intak walks over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapped piece of latex as fast as he can, clearly desperate to bury himself within your walls as soon as humanely possible. he repositions himself in front of you, cock standing tall, the tip red from the previous attention you gave it. he rips at the foil with haste, almost dropping the condom like a fucking idiot. you don’t let him linger in embarrassment, wrapping your manicured hand around his forearm before gently consoling him with a, “intak, relax. ‘s just me.”

that’s the problem, the fact that it’s you, is what intak thinks, but your words do help him calm down, even if it’s just a bit. he takes a deep breath and slips the rubber onto his length, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. there’s none, of course, just pure lust, and your ready expression convinces the boy to sheath himself into your tight walls, pushing in inch by inch with little to no resistance—perks of you being so incredibly wet, he guesses.

you both moan at the stretch, the feeling so intense that intak may as well have crashed on top of you. he has half a mind to grip an arm onto the sheets, right next to your head. the position is awfully intimate for a one night stand, but neither of you have time to dwell on it when intak pulls his hips back slightly, only to piston back forward with a level of force you weren’t quite prepared for. the boy is quite literally the definition of pussy drunk, setting a desperate speed from the get-go and tucking his face into the nape of your neck. his lips are right underneath your ear, making it impossible to miss each and every one of his pathetically beautiful noises.

after awhile, intak adjusts the angle of his thrusts just a bit, and you cry out at the way his cock prods at your g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. “oh! right there, tak!” you moan out, attempting to meet his thrusts by pushing your own hips downwards. you clench around him in a vice grip, embarrassingly close already. it’s the first time a man has been able to draw out so many sounds from you, you’ve never felt so good before. intak nods at you each and every time you gasp aloud, egging on your, and his, inevitable orgasm.

intak breaks eye contact to look downwards, groaning at how your walls suction him in and leave a frothy white rim against the base of his dick. his length is coated with a sheen, certainly your wetness, and it only makes it that much easier for him to thrust into your gummy walls. the room feels about 20 degrees hotter now, with intak’s sweat dripping onto your chest like a leaking water faucet. he can’t smell the powdery perfume and whiteclaw breath from the club anymore, nose just picking up the scent of you—y/n.

a thumb circles your clit in quick motions, the final tipping point sending you to the edge with a pornographic, “fuck!”. your cunt flutters against intak’s girth, your legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably, eyes tearing up once again, no doubt ruining your carefully applied mascara as intak just fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life. he’s not far behind, only pistoning into you a few dozen more times before unloading his cum into the rubber of the condom.

the pair of you stay silent to catch your breaths, intak still tucked within your cunt as he collects himself. a few minutes later has him pulling out of you with a hiss, cock sensitive from all the exertion. he flops onto the empty space next to you, turning his head to face you, you doing the same. you both giggle, still a bit breathless and so very satisfied.

you almost say something in the heat of the moment, something you’re sure to regret in the morning, but as you turn to look at intak once more, he’s fast asleep. a definite effect of all the drinks he had earlier. you lean over to place a single delicate peck on his cheek, dreading having to leave his side in the morning time, but you couldn’t get attached, not in this line of work. so you tucked yourself away from the boy—cuddling him would make it that much harder to leave him.

morning comes, as it usually does. intak wakes a bit later than usual, sunshine leaking through his thin curtains to shine directly into his eyes. he groans, sits up and stretches his arms real wide to wake himself up faster. as soon as a yawn exits his mouth, the man is hit with an intense headache that prompts him to grip at his forehead in discomfort. the events of the last night are a blur, but his lips remember sloppy kisses, ears remember giggles and whines, cock remembers a fair amount of attention. and then it all comes back to him. y/n.

he turns to his right, but there’s only emptiness beside him. the sheets, however, are crumpled in a way that suggest someone occupied the space not too many hours ago. but it doesn’t matter anyways. one night is all he asked for, and one night he got.

a knock at his wooden door startles intak, and a sleepy jiung enters the room with uncharacteristically hesitant steps. intak watches curiously as the shorter boy seats himself at the edge of his bed. jiung sighs, and then stares as intak with an expression full of pity that he doesn’t need right now. or ever.

“she was here last night, wasn’t she?” jiung asks, and intak can already hear the unwanted lecture that is sure to follow the question.

intak inhales. “yeah,” he chuckles, “she was.”

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[kireilien]

same anon who sent the jongseob letter, also thinkin about strict!keeho / jealous!keeho xp

EWUSEFCOBU ANON u better stay here and never leave holy shit i am quite literally going to put you in a trance. STAY!

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; strict dom!keeho, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, implied unprotected sex, spanking, choking, use of “baby”

gehehehe having keeho be possessive over you feels so right. 

he’d be a little annoying with it, ignoring you and shooing you off when you’re at home. you’re pouting at him, pissed off that just because a guy complimented you in front of him, he’s suddenly going silent. you’re practically climbing him and desperately trying to get his attention like a puppy! puppy!gf and keeho for another time but he finally gives in, “you want my attention so bad? c’mon baby, show me how much you want me.” 

and here you are desperately riding keeho, looking back to watch how his face is still neutral, even at your attempt of getting him off. slamming your ass down on his cock, hands sweaty as they rest on his thighs, breaths becoming ragged as time passes. you whining and crying out how he’s not responding to you. his eyes are low, dark, as his hands are at his sides, not even touching you. when your legs are getting tired, your pace slows down. but, keeho doesn’t like that. 

your back arches at the sudden harsh smack against your ass, keeho comes close to whisper in your shoulder blade, “i didn’t ask you stop, did i, baby?” you vigorously shake your head, “n–no.” you whimper as you continue riding him, ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs as much as you could.

meanwhile keeho was loving it. 

this is what he wanted. 

he loved how you were so willing to melt yourself on his cock. not on some stranger’s cock, his cock. only his. the way your whines and whimpers and consistently falling, matching the rate of when you could feel the tip of his cock press at your cervix. 

you’re practically crying at this point. your pussy and your eyes are lining in their liquids, your brain was mushed of just keeho, your ass is turning darker as keeho repeatedly smacks his large hands against them. keeho exhales, thinking you’ve had enough, he pulls your back to his chest, securing a tight grip on your neck. “alright, baby, you want me to help?” he breathes as you shakily reply, “please, keeho.” he couldn’t suddenly refuse could he? 

with his other hand he secures a grip on your thigh before fucking his cock up into you. you’re such a mess for him. pussy creaming around him, head back in the crook of his neck, croaking out babbles with some random things along with a string of keeho’s name. he impossibly lifts your leg up to your chest while the pressure of your neck gets tighter. 

oh keeho loves his baby. 

maybe not so much when random guys hits on you.

back 2 catalog

[skrrri4theo]

pairing: theo x fem!reader

genre: smut 🔞 (mdni)

warnings: fwb to ???, dom!theo, unprotected sex, theo and reader get a little drunk but they kinda have a high alcohol tolerance, blowjob, a bit of choking.

summary: one night, theo finally recognizes that he has feelings for you after having the best orgasm of his life with you, but...will it turn out well?

theo lets out a groan as he lies down on the cold floor of his room. he had just finished doing a random workout routine he found on youtube just to kill time while waiting for you to arrive at the apartment that you both had mutually decided to share. it was the best option for both of you for two main reasons: the first was that it would be easier for you to maintain yourselves if you split the household expenses, and the second, and even more important, to spend more time together. there was no denying the fact that you loved being with each other, doing whatever as the best friends you had become, and also the sex between you both was phenomenal, but it was just that...right?

theo was still lying on the floor, trying to steady his breathing, with his forearm covering his eyes and his mind drifting among the many thoughts that had been tormenting him lately. these thoughts all boiled down to one thing, or rather one person: you.

it wasn't that he was bothered by the fact that you were on his mind—not at all. after all, you were his best friend. what "bothered" him was the way he thought about you. the way he remembered every single detail about you, even the most trivial and insignificant ones. the way your laughter, your voice, even your moans made his heart race ridiculously fast inside his chest. the way he felt so empty when you weren't by his side, or how he had become the #1 fan of listening to your stories no matter how boring they were for others.

"why can't i stop thinking about you? why do i have to do it this way?" he asks himself as he sighs and moves his arm away from his face. he really didn't know the reason why it was specifically you that was hanging around in his head? or maybe he was so stubborn as to not want to accept the fact that perhaps he had broken your mutual agreement of "no feelings, just sex"? whatever it was, he didn't want to think about it right now.

he closed his eyes, and a few seconds later, he heard the front door open and then close. moments later, some knocking on his bedroom door made him startle a bit. "y/n? the door is open, come in" he says aloud, knowing it's you. then you peeked your head out and smiled tenderly at your friend, uttered a soft "hi" and then entered the room fully, your hands behind your back holding the reason why you had arrived later than usual.

theo propped himself up on his elbows to observe you. you were wearing a tight black skirt that reached just above the middle of your thighs and a white strappy top that resembled a corset, with lace details that deliciously accentuated your tits, those that drove your best friend so crazy. in fact, everything about you made him lose his mind, from your hair, your shoulders, your boobs, your abdomen, your waist, your ass, god, that ass was his biggest obsession and downfall. he loved how it felt under his hands, its size, its shape, your legs, everything about you. not to mention your face, your expressions when you laughed, cried, got angry, or your expression of total pleasure when he fucked you mercilessly in any corner of the apartment. theo bit his lip as his gaze roamed over every part of your body with total brazenness, stopping only when his eyes met yours. you let out a snort.

"what's so funny?" he asks with genuine curiosity.

"are you done eye-fucking me yet or do you need more time?" you replied somewhat amused and watched as he framed a sly smile on his face that could make anyone weak in the knees.

"baby, believe me, if you give me more time i'm gonna do more than just fuck you with my eyes, is it my fault you look so sexy right now?"

you decided to ignore his comment (and your burning cheeks) and shrugged, then you slowly approached him and then sat down on the floor next to him and he sat up to be in the same position as you.

"what you got there by the way?" he asked glancing behind your back, but you were quicker to pull out the bottle of wine, today you wanted to have a good time with your dear best friend and fuck buddy.

"tada! look what i bought. tell me i'm not the best friend anyone could have?" you asked, battering your eyelashes at him and expecting a "yes" in response. theo took the wine bottle, admiring it for a moment before answering your question.

"yes, y/n, you're the best for remembering your best friend's favorite wine brand"

best friend. his own words echoed in his head and, inevitably, the smile on his face faded gradually as his thoughts grew louder.

"hey...did something happen? you were gone all of a sudden" you asked with concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.

theo snapped out of his mini trance and looked at you intently, finally saying everything was fine. he didn't understand why he suddenly got bummed out since, in the end, he was nothing more than that, your best friend...with whom you occasionally shared orgasms.

"alright, i'll go get a couple of glasses, i'll be right back" you said, but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist "no need, we can drink from the bottle" he gives you a smile and you nod in agreement.

"and...may i know what you were doing before i arrived?" you asked, watching as theo opened the bottle, the way his veins stood out prominently from the effort making you swallow and wet your lips. he interrupted your perverse thoughts with his answer.

"just a workout routine i saw on youtube, nothing special" he said casually, taking a sip from the bottle after uncorking it, then passing it to you to do the same. you took it and drank a long sip without taking your eyes off his.

if there was one thing you loved the most about your best friend, it was undoubtedly his eyes. his gaze so commanding and intense that it could make anyone give in to him. you loved how his eyes seemed to transmit what words couldn't, you loved how his gaze would pierce into you and begin to undress you and devour you with it, shit, you loved how his eyes sought yours in the most intimate moments, when he was sunk into you, when he was between your legs, when his cock was touching the back of your throat, you loved all of that...and you loved him. it wasn't something you could deny, at this point of your "situationship" it was impossible for you not to feel more than a simple attraction and friendship for the one you called your best friend, you didn't know for sure if he was experiencing something like that too, but if that wasn't the case, it wasn't that you would mind having what you had with him forever.

a snap of fingers made you wake up from your trance, theo had his hand in front of your face and when you turned to see him, he had a mocking gesture in his.

"damn, i know you love my lips, but that much? you stared at them for like a minute straight without even blinking" he said before chucking. your cheeks tinged with a subtle red and you rolled your eyes at his egocentrism, but you didn't deny it, as it wasn't a lie.

approximately two hours passed, the bottle of wine was empty on the floor, neither of you realized at what point the time had passed because between laughter, chats and flirting, you lost track of it.

you were lying on theo's lap (who seemed unaffected by the alcohol) while he played with strands of your hair and looked at you attentively as you hummed a melody.

"what song is that?" he asks "i don't know" you laugh a bit "i think i'm a little drunk and right now i don't remember" you pouted.

he found you adorable and smiled. he stopped caressing your hair to focus entirely on your face. the way your eyes looked up at him from below had him engrossed. they were so beautiful that he could stare into them for hours and get lost in them. his gaze then shifted to your nose, which he found to be the cutest and most endearing feature about you. after a while, his eyes lingered on your lips, the ones he loved to kiss and feel all over his body, the ones he yearned for day and night, the ones he loves to have and feel around him...shit, he needed to control his thoughts.

unconsciously, he runs his thumb over them, tracing the outline of your lower lip, feeling its softness, and then slides it into your mouth. he bites his lip and takes a deep breath when he feels you sucking on it and your tongue playing with it.

"fuck, y/n" he whispers, to which you respond with a "mhm?" accompanied by an innocent expression on your face that drives him crazy, he removes his finger from your mouth and his hand now goes to your neck to squeeze it slightly, you gasp.

"you love to provoke me, don't you?" he says a little close to your face so as not to miss any expression you make, "maybe" you reply and smile provocatively before sitting up, ending upon your calves.

"taeng...i need you" you let him know, running your hand up and down his thigh desperately and with a pout formed on your lips, theo can't resist and kisses you, you reciprocate his kiss in the same desperate way as you move closer to his body and run your hand over his boner above his pants, he lets out a sigh, grabbing your hand and applying more pressure on his bulge, you lower your gaze toward it and biting your lip, you look him in the eyes.

"i'm feeling so horny, taeng, i need to choke on your cock" you said without any shame and pressing his dick harder. he hums and smiles mischievously at you, then grabs a handful of your hair in his hand and pulls you to his face, speaking dangerously close.

"and what are you waiting for, doll?" he asks and his gaze falls on your lips that were red and swollen due to the intense makeout from a few moments ago, "stop talking and put that pretty little mouth of yours to work" and without further ado, you grabbed the elastic of his pants along with his boxers and pulled them down, theo lifted his hips a little to make it easier for you to undress him, you licked your lips as you saw his hard cock pop out and land on his abdomen, his red tip already spurting pre-cum.

you didn't hesitate to wrap your hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze that made theo throw his head back and moan, that prompted you to move your hand up and down, not before spitting some of your saliva on it. the expressions of pleasure on your best friend's face were a total delight, you loved how his adam's apple went up and down and his soft gasps faltered as you increased the speed of your hand on his member; this man was a god at his finest.

"a–ah, y/n, use your mouth, you said you would" he looked at you pleading "please, suck me off" you clenched around nothing at his request and decided to obey, getting on your knees without stopping your ministrations on his dick, him following with his eyes every move you made, you leaned your torso down and started kissing his length, starting from the tip all the way to the base, occasionally giving him little licks.

theo's moans were soon heard, he was stroking your hair softly, enjoying the sensation of your tongue running all over his cock and each of the veins that were visible on it, squeezing his eyes and lips when you ran it over his sensitive tip and stopped there for a while to draw circles on it.

you were so immersed in it that you were surprised to feel a slap on your ass. you whimpered and squeezed his cock in response. he hissed, and the same hand that had spanked you was now holding a fistful of your hair tightly to make you look at him.

"i know what you're doing, stop teasing me and put it in your mouth for fuck's sake", you couldn't even react to his words because he guided your face towards his dick, grabbing it by the base and brushing the tip against your lips.

"open" he said in a demanding tone, his husky voice making you wet your panties even more. you obeyed and he let out the most delicious moan when his cock finally made its way into your mouth. not wanting to waste another second, you started sucking it and bobbing your head up and down, slow and controlled. theo was addicted to your blowjobs...and to you, but you didn't need to know that, right?

you began to increase the speed of your movements while helping yourself with your hands, at times trying to take it all the way down your throat. gagging and wet sounds filled the room along with your best friend's moans and grunts.

"yes–fuck, just like that, oh my god" he closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying what you were doing to him, "shit, why do you have to be so good?" he managed to say without his voice breaking from the pleasure, and you responded with a muffled moan. then he realized that he didn't want anyone else to have you this way, nor did he want you to make anyone else feel this way, he wanted you all to himself. maybe it was selfish, but at this point, he didn't care.

just thinking that there was a possibility that someone other than him might have you made his blood boil within his veins, something that honestly surprised him since he had never experienced such a thing as "jealousy" before with someone else, which at this moment his own thoughts were generating in him. he then leans against the wall behind him, and with one hand on the back of your neck and your hair tangled in the other, he moves your head up and down on his cock, caring little if you can't breathe, or if you gagged each time the tip touched the back of your throat, or the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. you could only grip his thighs and let him use you at his whim. maybe he was being a bit rough and harsh with you, but you honestly loved it.

you heard him mutter something under his breath that you couldn't understand because of the dirty sounds his cock was making as it fucked your mouth, but you didn't pay it any mind.

theo lets out a deep, rough moan that sends shivers down your spine "fuck, wait," he tells you as he stops the movements of your head "i don't wanna cum yet" his heavy breathing and the way his jaw was clenched indicated he was close "i need to fuck you" he pulls you closer to his face and run his tongue over your lips, tasting his own essence in the process "and i need you to fuck me" you whispered with a sensual and a pleading tone.

both of you got up and made your way to the bed between kisses and groping. he laid you down on the bed, and his kisses moved from your mouth to your neck, where he left visible marks. you both had agreed not to leave evidence of what you did behind closed doors, after all, only the two of you knew. you wanted to scold him for that, but the only thing coming out of your mouth were small moans of pleasure. even so, you managed to say "you seem a bit possessive today" while he continued to leave wet kisses all over your neck and collarbones "is that a bad thing?" he asked, very close to your ear, taking the opportunity to bite your earlobe.

and...no, it wasn't bad, in fact you didn't dislike it at all, but of course you wouldn't admit that out loud, so instead of responding, you took his hand and directed it under your panties, making him feel how wet and needy you were, you moaned from the contact and watched him lower his gaze to where his hand was, he licked his lips as his fingers moved, enjoying the slippy sensation of your pussy.

"god, you're wetter than ever," he looked into your eyes and inserted a finger inside you, causing you to gasp and tighten around him "and as tight as always" he added a second finger, moving them in and out of you at a steady rhythm. it felt good, but nothing compared to the feeling of being filled by his pretty cock.

"taeng, please...i can't take it anymore," you whined "i need you to put it in me now" you knew he couldn't resist your pleas, especially when you made that slutty face, hungry for his dick.

"i love hearing you beg for my cock, you want it that much, doll?" a smug smile appeared on his face as he held his still-hard cock by the base and began stroking it in front of you.

"hm yes, i need it deep inside me" you bent your legs and spread them apart, running your panties to the side, showing him where you wanted him. theo almost drooled at the sight you provided "i want you to fuck me 'til i forget my own name" and you rubbed your fingers in your own wetness. theo exclaimed a "fuck" and decided not to waste any more time. he placed one hand on your inner thigh while the other grabbed his cock and torturously slid it over your folds, drawing random shapes on your clit with the tip. oh, he loved teasing you.

"you want me to go crazy, don't you?" you shot him a frustrated look "what are you waiting–oh fuckkk!" you couldn't even finish the sentence because theo interrupted you by shoving his cock completely inside you, and without waiting for you to adjust to the sensation, he started ramming you brutally against the mattress, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs so hard that his fingers would surely be marked on them.

"you wanted this so fucking bad, huh?" he spat, wrapping his hand around your neck and then lowering his face to the level of yours to whisper into your lips, "now take it" he bit your lower lip with some force before releasing it, you couldn't hold back and moaned against his mouth, your eyes rolled back as theo freed your breasts from your pretty blouse and started sucking on your hard nipples, straightening up a bit only to take off his shirt and return to them, nibbling on the rest of your tits.

"hmm, they're so perfect," you blushed at his comment, he was being too flattering "i love them" he finished saying before pulling away from them and grabbing your waist to keep fucking you hard, both of your moans gretting louder. you delighted in the view of his torso with a light sheen of sweat, the delicious expression on his face reflecting pure pleasure, with his eyebrows furrowed, his lips slightly parted allowing you to hear his groans and sighs, his long, silky hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. at the sight, you couldn't help but squeeze your walls around him, causing him to let out a loud moan.

"d–don't do that", you ignored him and did it again, both of you moaning at the same time. he then stopped his thrusts, staying inside you. "fuck, i almost came" he said in a low voice, breathing even more heavily. you'd be lying if you said you weren't close to coming as well.

"and why did you stop?" you asked, another pout appearing on your face as you caressed his arms, "i didn't want to do it in this position" he replied as he pulled out of you and chuckled at the confusion on your face "i want you to ride me, baby" then he lay down with his back against the bed and patted his thighs, giving you the invitation to come to him, you stripped off your skirt and panties and he did the same with his pants and underwear, without wasting another second you positioned yourself on top of him, with your legs on either side of his body, you took his cock and ran the tip along your folds before slowly sitting down on it, you both cursed, you for feeling full of him again and him for feeling the warmth of your tight pussy.

"shittt, you feel so good, y/n" he praises you, holding your waist with both hands. you start moving your hips up and down, with your hands resting on his chest to help you go faster and faster. you stop for a second when your best friend pulls your blouse over your head to take it off, leaving you both completely naked. his hands instantly go to your tits, squeezing them and making circles on your nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the sounds coming out of your mouth and your ecstatic expression. now your hips were moving in circles and you felt his cock vibrating inside you as he let out growls that only made your pussy get incredibly wetter.

"ahh, y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep moving like that" he was able to say without his voice coming out choppy and with his hands gripping your hips too tightly. theo looked at your figure on top of him; your body all sweaty with your hair messy, your breasts swaying to the rhythm of your movements, your look of pure lust, your flushed cheeks and your lower lip caught between your teeth. definitely a sight worthy of a postcard, a sight he would never tire of admiring, a sight he would hate to share with anyone else. he didn't want anyone else to see you the way he sees you, he couldn't bear it...not anymore.

he needed to make you his, to make you feel his, so he took your arms and pulled you towards him to kiss you with an intensity and desperation that was hard for you to match. theo planted his feet on the mattress, grabbed you by the waist and began to pound into you frantically from below. you audibly gasped at the new rhythm and your mouth hung open, but no sound came out. you lifted yourself off his chest and turned to look at your best friend, his gaze burning into you. it was so laden with desire and another emotion you couldn't decipher.

"fuuckk, it feels so good, taeng, don't you dare to–ahh, fuck–stop now" you warn him with your arms trembling on his chest, trying to stay upright, "i'm not planning on doing it, angel" your heart skipped a beat hearing him call you by that nickname, and you inevitably blushed even more than you already were. you just hoped he hadn't noticed.

you lay completely against his chest and buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your moans that were turning into screams. the hands that were gripping your waist made their way to your ass and squeezed it as theo impossibly increased the speed with which he fucked you, his pelvis slamming into yours at an unrestrained pace.

"fuckfuckfuck keep going, mmhgg" you felt like you were in heaven. at this point, you were so ecstatic that nothing else was on your mind but your best friend. the way he was making you feel couldn't compare to other times; he was being so rough, and you loved it like that.

after a while, you felt him throbbing inside you and you knew he was about to cum, because of that and how his moans were getting more and more audible and his thrusts more erratic, his face twisted in pure pleasure, and the way he clung to your body as if his life depended on it.

"ahhh, shit, y/n, i–i'm fucking clos–holy f...uck" he uttered weakly "please, cum inside me, baby, i want you to fill me up" you beg agitatedly in his ear "fuck– i will" he says, continuing to assault your pussy and wrapping his arms around your waist, making your bodies even closer together, if that was even possible.

the lewd sound of him rapidly thrusting in and out of you along with the sound of your pretty moans and your throbbing cunt sucking his cock led him to the most devastating orgasm he had ever had, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and clenched his eyes shut as he released everything inside you, just as you had asked, staining your inner walls white with his hot seed, you followed him only a second later, calling his name between whimpers, panting and tensing your muscles, relaxing them when the orgasm faded.

it was so intense. that's how you and theo would describe what you just experienced, no more, no less, you could still feel your hearts beating a thousand per hour even after a minute of such an explosion.

"wow" was all you could say, "wow, indeed" theo exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. you shuddered when you felt his fingers gently and delicately caressing your back, "what was that?" you asked once you had calmed down.

"that...was one of the best orgasms i've ever had, if not the best" you didn't know why his response made your heart beat like crazy again, but for some reason, you were happy to hear that.

"you're welcome" you look up at him with big eyes and give him a sincere smile. he smiled back, and you were about to get up to clean yourself as part of the routine, but theo didn't let you, pulling you close with his arms "wait...let's stay like this for a little while, okay?" you were confused but didn't object. after all, you didn't mind being like this with him, so you let him.

the way he was stroking your hair, your back, your arms, it all felt so...intimate, even more than other times. i mean, yes, you'd had countless encounters that ended with you on top of each other, but nothing beyond that. this time it felt different; it was different, and both of you knew it.

"do you wanna know what i was thinking while you were on top of me?" he blurted out "hmm?" you lifted your head to look at him and noticed a soft smile adorning his beautiful face "i was thinking about how pretty you looked, how perfect it would be to have you like that just for me and how fucking jealous i would be if others could appreciate that" you saw him get a little frustrated "fuck, what i'm trying to say is that...i like you, a lot" he finally admits "i don't know how it happened and i don't know what to do about it, but the only thing i know is that i don't want this to ever end but i don't want you to be someone else's either" he sighed heavily and closed his eyes, feeling the regret setting in and thinking about what to say next to avoid an awkward silence, but you interrupted him before he could add anything else, "let's take a chance" you said without thinking, your heart was beating frantically inside your chest since theo started confessing to you so suddenly "we could make it work" your best friend's face...or well, you no longer knew what your relationship would be from now on, lit up and he felt a great relief knowing that maybe (undoubtedly) you felt the same way he did about you.

he took your face in his hands and kissed you, hoping that kiss would convey all the unspoken emotions he hadn't been able to express with words.

"so...would you like to be only mine, handsome?" you asked playfully and in a flirtatious way when the kiss ended, looking at him with sparkling eyes as you waited for a response. he giggles and kisses your nose.

"i'm already yours."

a/n: hihi :) this is my first writing ever and omg i'm so nervous but happy at the same time bc i finally got the courage to do something i've been wanting to do for quite some time and now i did it! i've been working on this for so long now and i still don't know if i'm entirely satisfied with what i did, but i hope you guys like it more than i do. btw sorry if there's any typos or grammar mistakes, english is not my first language and i'm still learning day by day hehe :p also this ended up being longer than i expected oopsie.

[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.

[keeheauxtales]

🔞 clip it & ship it MDNI

inspired by: x x x x

pairing: Keeho ➞ fem!bodied reader

content warnings: masturbation (featuring the use of a certain toy), [LOTS of] dirty talk (I’m gonna end up hitting a record in the number of ellipses (…) I use 👀) there will likely be hella grammatical inaccuracies, and I'm trying so hard not to give a fuck.

POV: Keeho sends a special video message… after you sent him a very special picture!

“I woke up hard as fuck… thinking about… fucking you…” Keeho groans, squeezing his hardened shaft while his wrist glides up and down his length in between everything he says. Dark, hooded eyes take a quick glance up at his phone gripping his other hand, making sure the camera app is recording what he wants it to.

“Then…” Keeho licks his lips before continuing, “you send me that pretty pussy that I love and miss so much… fuck…” He rolls his eyes behind his eyelids, simultaneously rolling his hips upward meditating on the half-naked photo you spontaneously sent him just moments prior.

“I wanna kiss you… wanna taste you… I want my fingers inside so bad…” Both you and him know how much it drives you wild whenever his fingers are even on you, let alone inside you. And to be fair, it does something to him too, hearing those pleasurable sounds escape from between your lips. The mere thought of it – as well as the absence of it at this very moment – causes him to subconsciously recreate some of those same moans himself.

He curses into the air several times before his attention returns to the device that’s been capturing his every move. “You see how hard I am, baby..? F-fuck – you see what you fucking do to me?” Keeho’s pitch rises with just about every word uttered, and surprisingly for him, his dick gradually does the same damn thing, and with precum for added effect!

“This dick wants to fuck… into you so deep… and hard…” Keeho begins to thrust up into his hand, matching the pace with the breathy delivery of his words. “Damn it. Want you… Need that pussy around me, baby…”

“This is not gonna be enough, shit!” He spits out before sitting up in his bed. Opting to put the phone down, he quickly gets up to retrieve the only thing he consistently uses other than his hands whenever you're not around – his fleshlight.

“Fuck, there it is," Keeho proclaims before he's back on the bed, repositioning the angle of his recording. He spits on his hand, resuming its position on his dick to lubricate it. He blindly runs his middle finger along a vein that's made its focused appearance onto the video. His thumb then brushes against his balls, and the rapid set of whimpers that escape startle him. A few moments are spent with his entire hand groping his nutsack, causing him to begin grinding into the air.

Keeho managed to gain some clarity on his surroundings, grabbing the pocket pussy in a slightly hurried state. The air he was humping was quickly replaced with the toy sucking in his member with terrible ease. “This feels so fucking good… Not near as good as you, though… Definitely not as warm… or wet… Oh fuck…” He immediately pushes the toy up and down his now leaking cock harder and faster for more friction.

“I wish you were here, babygirl… grinding and bouncing that tight, juicy cunt on me, oh god… Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” His hips thrust upward a bit aggressively as he grunted out the end of that confession, and he’s not sure how much more he can take of this before he releases.

He takes the quickest of pauses to raise his shirt up past his chest, the hem captured by his teeth before proceeding his fucking into the fleshlight. On camera, the sight of his glistening, golden skin and his nipples that appear to be almost as hard as his throbbing, slicked dick even turns Keeho on.

After several deep, muffled moans leave his mouth, he lets go of his shirt completely, his pecs keeping it up and out of the way. “Babygirl… I’m so close… Yeah… I’m gonna cum… Do you think you can cum with me, baby?”

Something about the fact that he can only imagine what this particularly pleasing sight of him this close to his climax could be doing to you and your wellbeing absolutely fucks him up. The way you could be dangerously within striking distance of that knot in your stomach bursting urges Keeho on immensely. Since he was your muse, he desperately wants you to be his in this moment.

“Please, cum… Yes, baby; cum for me while I nut in this… fucking… pussy… Oh my god, yeah babe… Yeah… fuck!!” Your name being ejaculated as he shot off into his fleshlight, soiling the toy like it was your hole personally.

Keeho let the moment linger for a while, eyes shut the entire time his orgasm washed over him. He was still breathing heavy when his eyes did open, the toy hole having long since neglecting him – unlike your penetrable wetness probably. He picks it up and gives it a look before angling it – and the mess he made on it – toward his phone.

"You see this shit, angel? You got me losing my fucking mind. This," he tilts the phone downward, showcasing the wet spots on his thighs and bed sheets, "is what you do to me."

[theyluvangel]

Just read your Felix and Han pegging fic and loved it! Would you be comfortable doing one for Jiung and/or Intak with a soft dom female reader?

Pegging Jiung + Intak - softdom f!reader

a/n: Thank you for the request anon! I'm glad you liked my other post, so I'll write this one in the same format. I hope you like it!

warnings: sub!intak, sub!Jiung, dom!reader, not proofread

MDNI

Jiung:

Jiung is such a sweetheart

He is so appreciative of everything you do for him and he makes sure you know that!

he's not always the most vocal, he'll let out little whines or grunts along with some moans, sometimes he tries to prevent himself from making noises :(

he really likes when you're a soft dom with him, he doesn't like any of the rougher stuff

he really likes missionary so he can see you, he also loves doggy but it doesn't feel as intimate to him

imagine: Jiung had a long day, so when he got home tired and needy, you knew exactly what to do -- leading you to the position your in now. Jisungs hair splayed out on the pillow looked like a halo, seeing as he is your angel. The tip of your strap pokes at his already prepped hole, the light stimulation causing him to let out a quiet whimper. slowly you ease your strap into him, inch by inch. "You're such a good boy, doing so good for me sweetie." You make sure to remind him. His hand reaches for yours, interlacing your fingers as you bottom out inside of him. slowly you pull back out partially, thrusting back into him. you repeat this several times slowly before picking up the pace of your thrusts and falling into a steady rhythm. Jiung can't help but let out little whimpers and moans as he gets closer and closer to his climax -- the stimulation against his prostate making him see stars. Your praises continue as you reach to wrap your unoccupied hand around Jiung's leaking erection. You begin slowly stroking him, adding to the heavenly amount of pleasure you're giving him. The familiar knot begins to form in Jiungs stomach, signaling his near orgasm. Before he can warn you, he reaches his climax, cumming all over his stomach. "There you go baby, such a good boy for me."

Intak:

he is such a golden retriever, call him puppy and he might melt

personally i see him to be a lot like Mingyu from svt (if you know who that is)

he doesn't mind when you're a bit tougher on him, but he loves when you're so sweet, treating him like he's made of class

sososo whiny, just vocal in general

he's such a good boy, but like most, he has his moments where he can get a bit bratty

he trys to put on a tough persona, but we all know that's not who he is

imagine: Intak had been needy all day, which led him to where he was right now, on all fours with you kneeling behind him. "You ready pup?" you ask, earning an eager "yes" from Intak in response. Slowly you ease you strap into Intaks already loose hole. Intak lets out a string of whines before letting out a louder moan once you bottom out inside of him. Slowly you begin thrusting in and out of intak, causing him to let out high pitched moans. "You're doing so good for me baby." You tell him, earning a whine from him in response. You gently scratch your nails down Intak's back, causing faint red lines to rise, knowing Intak loves a bit of pain. The slight stinging sensation brings Intak closer to his climax, as the tip of your strap hits his prostate with every thrust. "mmph I'm c-close." Intak warns you, causing you to pick up your pace. "You're such a good pup, cum whenever you want to." You tell him, bringing your hand down to lazily stroke his leaking dick. Intak lets out a final loud moan before you feel his cum dripping down your hand. You slowly stop your thrusts, helping Intak ride through his orgasm, before you pull out of him. "You did so well for me sweetie."