kisseobie

[kisseobie]

i love this so much omg

P1H KINKS

𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗈𝗍6! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: nsfw content, dom/sub dynamics, service doms, praise and degradation kinks, public teasing, orgasm control, edging, cockwarming, jealousy kink, oral fixation, rough doms, mirror sex, filming kink, slight dumbification, soft aftercare. minors dni. 18+ only. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1251 𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

KEEHO: dom!keeho, overstimulation & body worship keeho is all about praise, possession, and overstimulation. a mix of soft obsession and dominant energy that completely takes you over. he thrives on watching you fall apart, trembling under his touch while he whispers encouragement into your skin. his hands never stop. rubbing circles into your hips, squeezing your thighs while he eats you out like he’s starving. “you’re so fucking perfect, baby. look at you.” he’ll say it like a prayer, over and over again. and once you cum? he doesn’t stop. he kisses you through it, fingers still inside, tongue back on your clit while you cry and squirm in his grip. he also worships your body like it’s sacred. stretch marks, softness, skin. nothing gets ignored. he’ll pin you down just to mouth at your belly or bite into your inner thighs, humming as he marks you everywhere but where you want him most. “i could live between your legs,” he’ll murmur, tongue dragging up your slit. and when he’s inside you? he’s slow, deep, and deliberate. keeping eye contact, letting you feel every inch. keeho wants to make sure you know how good you make him feel. his aftercare is next level too: full of giggles, soft teasing, snacks, water, and long back rubs that lull you into sleep.

THEO: soft dom & breeding kink theo is the gentle dom that makes you feel so small in his hands. big, warm, slow with his touch but filthy with his mouth. he’ll press you into the mattress and say “relax, i’ve got you,” right before sliding inside, groaning from how tight you are. he’s all about slow, heavy strokes. deep enough to make you shake, slow enough to draw it out. and he loves kissing while he fucks. hands tangled in your hair, lips brushing yours while he moans “so good, so tight, you feel so good, baby.” he’s not aggressive, but he’s so focused it feels intense. his breeding kink is strong. he’s not loud about it, but the possessiveness bleeds into every word. he finishes deep, every time. hands on your hips, body flushed to yours, holding you down while he groans “take it. just like that. let me fill you up.” and when he sees it leaking out? he pushes it back in with his fingers, gently. slowly. whispering “don’t waste a drop, baby.” he’s obsessed with the image of you completely full. even if it’s just the fantasy, the effect is the same. theo wants to leave you ruined, wrecked, and full of him for hours.

JIUNG: switch!jiung, mirror play & messy oral jiung loves giving. and receiving, pleasure in every way. he’s a switch to the core, equally addicted to topping you and watching you ride him until he’s losing his mind. he’ll suck on your fingers just to make you flinch, press kisses down your stomach before dragging his tongue across your folds, completely focused. he loves watching you in the mirror. sitting behind you with his arms around your waist while he grinds up into you slowly. “look at you,” he whispers. “you’re so sexy like this. you see how good i make you feel?” oral is his favorite kind of foreplay. both giving and receiving. he loves it messy, with spit and moans and slippery fingers between your thighs. he’ll have you cumming on his tongue with tears down your cheeks and still beg for more. “again, baby. i’m not done yet.” and when you get on your knees? he melts. whines. tangles his hands in your hair and rocks his hips while whispering “you’re so good at that. don’t stop. please.” whether he’s the one fucking you against the mirror or whining under your mouth. jiung lives for shared control, messy pleasure, and the kind of sex that leaves you both breathless.

INTAK: jealousy kink & teasing dom intak is flirty, cocky, dangerously competitive. and all of that turns up tenfold when he’s in bed. he’s got a jealousy kink that comes out hot. not mean, but needy. you laugh at another guy’s joke and his hand slides up your thigh, lips against your ear like “is he making you wet right now? or is it still me?” when he’s jealous, he fucks you harder. rougher. he pins your wrists, marks your chest, keeps his name on your tongue until you can’t say anything but his name. he wants to prove he’s the best, and he does. over and over. he’s a teasing dom, too. obsessed with edging, denial, and making you earn it. his favorite move is pulling you into his lap, grinding you over his thigh until you’re crying. “what’s wrong? thought you wanted it,” he’ll coo, fingers brushing between your folds. and when you beg? he’ll still drag it out. his smirk is infuriating, and he knows exactly how hot it makes you. and when he finally gives in? it’s like flipping a switch. fast, needy, possessive, breathless moans and low praises like “mine. say it.” because under all that cocky energy is someone desperate to be your only one.

SOUL: degradation kink & rough dom soul is so quiet off-stage. but in bed, he turns. degradation is his favorite game: he’ll whisper the filthiest things while pounding into you from behind, breath warm against your ear. “look at you. all fucked out and still begging? pathetic.” he says it like he means it. like it hurts how much he wants you. and when you cry? it only makes him go harder. he likes it messy, rough, fast. hands bruising your hips, cock buried deep, one hand pressing against your lower back to keep you right where he wants you. he’s a rough dom, but he always checks in. the way he handles you is intense. he’ll hold you down, choke you, slap your ass until it stings. but it’s controlled. he’s focused, precise, and totally tuned into your reactions. “you can take it,” he murmurs, slowing just a little when you whimper, only to pick up the pace when you beg. and after? he doesn’t say much. but he pulls you close, lays kisses on your neck, and wraps his hoodie around your shoulders while rubbing your back in silence. it's comfort after chaos. exactly what you need.

JONGSEOB: possessive switch & orgasm control jongseob is young, but cocky. confident in a way that’s almost dangerous. his favorite thing is orgasm control. he gets hard watching you squirm, watching you beg, watching your thighs shake while he pulls his fingers away right before you cum. “not yet,” he says, voice low, dragging his tongue slowly up your slit. he’ll edge you again and again until you’re crying, then finally give in. just to ruin you more. and when you try to rush it? he grips your hips and growls “you cum when i say.” he’s a possessive switch. dominant when he needs to be, but loves being topped by someone who earns it. if you ride him with control, if you tease him and say “don’t cum yet,” he’ll listen, just barely. and then flip you over the second he gets the chance. he leaves marks on your thighs, scratches on your hips, kisses on your neck like a brand. jongseob doesn’t just want your body. he wants your willpower. and once it breaks? he fucks you until your voice is gone, then holds you while you sleep, whispering “no one else gets you like i do.”

© 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝖾: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

[kisseobie]

the dialogue is so crazy i need him so bad.. this is one of those fics where i mourn it not being reality. i love u @lowkeeho never stop writing omfg 🙏🏼

the girls yearn for fwb!jiung telling reader that she’s the best pussy he’s ever had 🤤

first of all, HELLO??? I love your work, you’re amazing! omg??? Tysm for the req 🤞🏽 I hope I did it justice lol

cw: nsfw, mdni, oral sex (f!rec), p in v, creampie, possessive language, lmk if I missed anything!

wc: 0.7k

You always end up where you are now — half-naked and spread open for him like it’s your full-time job.

He’s between your thighs, tongue slow and deep, one hand pinning your hip while the other slides up your stomach, grazing under your bra like he’s warming up to ruin you.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmurs, lips wet against your inner thigh. “That mean you missed me?”

You let out a breathy laugh, head pressed back against the pillow.

“I just saw you two days ago.”

“Yeah,” he says, dragging his tongue up your slit, you arch your back instinctively,” and you’re still soaked for me.”

You don’t even bother arguing. Not when his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then flattens as he sucks, fingers circling in the spot his knows you love — just enough pressure to make your legs twitch.

“Jiung— f-fuck—“

He groans. “There she is.”

You cum like that — easy, fast, your fingers tangled in his hair, body arching off the bed. He holds you through it, doesn’t stop until you push at his shoulders with a trembling moan.

He climbs up, kisses you messy and slow, lets you taste yourself on his lips.

You end up in his lap before either of you fully recovers.

He’s shirtless now, sitting back against the headboard, watching you with hooded eyes as you crawl over him, already reaching between your bodies to line him up.

You sink down on him slowly — inch by inch — and his hands grip your thighs like he’s trying not to lose it too fast.

“Jesus,” he groans. “You feel like heaven.”

After he’s fully in, you start to move — slow grinds at first, then lifting your hips and dropping back down with a wet slap that makes both of you moan.

“God, you ride so fucking good—“

He can’t stop touching you. One hand slides to your ass, squeezing. The other grips your jaw, thumb stroking lazily along your bottom lip as you bounce in his lap.

Your hands find his chest, nails dragging across sweat-slick skin, and you watch his eyes flutter half-shut like he’s trying to stay present.

“Jiung, baby,” you whisper, rolling your hips just right,”you gonna cum for me?”

“Don’t do that,” he says suddenly, low, almost a warning.

“Do what?”

“Say my name like that.”

You blink, slowing a little. “Why?”

“Because I’m already close— Because this feels too fucking good—- fuck—-“

He looks up at you, eyes wild. “You’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You blink down at him, breathless, chest heaving.

“Say it again.”

His eyes meet yours. There’s nothing soft in them now — just hunger. Need.

He groans, grabs your hips, and starts fucking up into you, harder now, like he’s trying to fuck the words out of his mouth.

“I said—“ he thrusts hard, deep, perfect— “you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You moan so loud you’re sure the neighbors hear.

His grip on your hips tightens. You ride him harder now — chasing it, loving it — watching his mouth drop open, his brows knit, the flush creeping up his throat as he watches you take him like you were made for it.

“You wanna know why I keep coming back?” He growls, pulling you down so your foreheads nearly touch. “Why I text you at 2am? Why I cancel other plans for this? Why I don’t wanna fuck anyone else?”

He fucks up into you again, deep enough to knock the air out of you..

“Cause this pussy ruins me. Every. Fucking. Time.”

You’re clenching around him now, tighter with every thrust, so close your whole body’s on edge.

You whimper, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling.

“Jiung— fuck— I’m gonna—“

“Do it. Cum on me, baby. Show me how good I fuck you.”

You break with a sob — pussy clenching tight, body shaking as you cum on his cock.

He follows with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, holding you flush to his chest as he fucks you through it.

For a long moment, neither of you move.

Then Jiung leans back on the headboard, breathing hard, still inside you.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Didn’t mean to say all that.”

You smile, skin still tingling.

“Yes, you did.”

He shrugs, sheepish. “Yeah. I did.”

You kiss him. Soft, slow. Maybe a little too long for something that’s still supposed to be casual.

His hands wrap around your waist as the kiss breaks and your rest your forehead against his.

“Still just friends?” He asks, voice rough.

You smile. “You tell me.”

[kisseobie]

#needthat

hi! can you write about a type of glory hole situation x hyungline+intak? where u have to guess which member is fucking you and if u guess wrong they punish you

heyyy lol. enjoyy :)

cw: nsfw, mdni, blindfolding, bondage (wrists bound), group sex (P1Harmony x fem!reader, Keeho, Jiung, Theo, Intak), oral sex (m!rec), p in v, edging, denial, spanking, light choking, hair pulling, degradation, praise, overstimulation. Lmk if I missed anything !

wc: 0.8k

You agreed to this. Begged, even.

They blindfold you in the bedroom. Hands behind your back, wrists bound in soft cuffs. Knees on a cushion. Your thighs are already shaking, and they haven’t even touched you yet.

You hear zippers. Breathing. Shuffling. Low chuckles.

“Color?” Keeho asks from somewhere in front of you.

“Green,” you breathe, heart pounding.

“Good girl.”

You moan at that — already wet, already needy. You don’t even know who’s going first. That’s part of the game.

Fingers brush your lips. A thumb taps gently against your chin.

“Open.”

You part your lips without hesitation. The dick that presses against your tongue is already thick, leaking, hot against your mouth.

He groans the moment you take him in — not deep, just enough to make your jaw ache, enough to taste him. A hand tangles in your hair.

“Good little toy,” he murmurs. “Taking it so pretty.”

You moan around him. You don’t care who it is — Theo, maybe? Intak? Your wrists strain a little behind you as you try to take more.

“Look at her,” someone mutters. “Drooling already.”

When he pulls out, it’s with a slick pop, your chin wet with spit. His voice is hoarse.

“Guess.”

You lick your lips, breathless. “Theo?”

A low chuckle. “Wrong.”

You flinch when hands push you forward, face to the cushion, ass up.

Fingers drag through your slick folds, spreading you open. You moan and arch at the touch.

The first spank lands sharp and quick. You gasp.

A second — harder. You whimper.

The next one pushes into you from behind with no warning. One smooth, hard thrust through your soaked pussy, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

You gasp. “Oh—f-fuck—”

His pace is brutal. Thrusts deep and fast, slapping against your ass as your knees shake. You’re already close.

“Gonna cum already?” He pants. “So desperate.”

“Please,” you cry. “Please, let me—”

“Guess first.”

“Jiung?”

He stops.

Pulls out.

You scream at the loss. Pussy clenching around nothing.

A hand slaps your ass again — rougher this time.

“Wrong. Dumb little slut. Can’t even tell whose cock is wrecking her.”

You whimper. You were so close.

Two fingers slide between your folds and rub your clit fast and tight — just enough to build the edge, not enough to tip you over. You’re left shaking again.

The next one is slower.

He pulls you onto his lap — straddling him, legs shaking, his cock dragging against your soaked entrance before sliding in inch by inch.

You moan into his neck. He’s warm. He smells familiar.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs. “So soft. So wet. Just made to be used.”

His hands grip your ass and bounce you on his cock, and you’re falling again — breath catching, head swimming.

“Please,” you whimper. “I’ll be good, I’ll guess right—”

“Then guess, love.”

You almost don’t want to. You want the pleasure to keep going.

“…Keeho?”

He groans. Thrusts up into you, hard, making you yelp.

“There’s my girl.”

His mouth is on your throat now, teeth grazing, one hand moving to your clit.

You cum fast and hard, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing around him.

He doesn’t stop fucking you through it.

“That’s it, cum all over me. Just like that.”

He lays you back down, sliding out of your mess slowly.

You’re wrecked. Barely able to sit up.

You’re dragged down onto your knees again.

Another cock — maybe the thickest yet — slaps against your lips. You open without being told.

He grabs your hair and fucks your face without warning. Hard. Messy.

“You gonna guess? Or choke?”

You gag a little. He doesn’t stop.

You’re crying, drooling, dripping onto the floor.

He pulls out right before you hit the edge of panic.

“Guess.”

You gasp. “Intak?”

A beat of silence.

“Good girl.”

Then he’s fucking your mouth again, cursing under his breath.

You’re so far gone you don’t even notice someone else positioning behind you — until he pushes inside at the same time, and you cry out around the cock in your throat.

You feel so full. You can’t think — just take it.

The one behind you grips your hips, thrusting fast. The one in front growls as your throat flexes around him.

“Look at her, taking us so well.”

“Tight as hell. Fuck.”

“You close, baby?”

You try to nod.

“Let it go then.”

You cum instantly — a broken, shattering cry — as one finishes in your mouth and the other fills your pussy with a groan, thrusting through it.

When they finally let up, you’re a mess.

Crying. Shaking.

The blindfold slips off. Your eyes take a second to focus. Four of them, shirtless, sweating, staring down at you.

Keeho crouches, brushing your hair off your face.

“You did so good.”

“Took all of us like a perfect little toy,” Jiung says.

“Look at the mess you made,” Theo grins.

“I think she deserves a reward next time,” Intak chimes.

You smile, dazed, empty and satisfied.

“Yes, please.”

[kisseobie]

so good 🙈 this was my request guys you’re welcome!

𐙚ㅤ bf!jongseob x reader x bfbsf!jiung / req!

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you decided to go over to your boyfriends house, jongseob, not thinking too much of it because well he’s your boyfriend.

but when you arrived, his best friend jiung was also there. nothing was happening, and you didn’t really care considering he’s been over numerous times.

but it was nothing like before. you don’t know how it even came to this — fully unclothed, laying on the bed, with not only jongseob there, but jiung too.

they’re both on either sides of you. jongseobs lips are on yours, jiungs on your neck, trailing all the way down to your chest.

he doesn’t waist a second before sucking on one of your boobs, nipples hardened by the cold air of the room. his other hand goes to meet your other nipple, circling it.

‘mmmh,” you hum as you lean into the kiss with jongseob, your back arching involuntarily due to jiung, soft moans escaping your lips directly into his mouth.

jongseobs hand softly and slowly trails down your bare torso, down to your drenched pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

he disconnects your guys’ lips, murmuring against them, “so wet baby,” he says, hand working faster against your clit when his lips meet your jaw.

your moans come out freely now, earning a groan from jiung against your boob, using his leg to spread yours wider, earning more noises from you.

“shit feelss— feels so good,,” you say, barely able to get a word out from the overstimulation, jongseobs lips meeting yours again, biting down on your bottom lip, his tongue slipping in your mouth making the kiss sloppy, whines escaping quietly from your mouth.

your legs start shaking, jiung holding one down making it impossible, and jongseobs mouth blocking noises from your mouth isn’t helping.

arching into the kiss, your hand meets the waistband of jongseobs, weakly untying the string of his sweats, him smirking against your lips.

he breaks the kiss to make eye contact with you before standing near the edge of the bed, jiungs lips still all over you.

jongseob fully unties them, pulling them and his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, already glistening with pre cum.

he massages your clit for a second, you whining at the touch before he aligns his tip at your entrance, teasing you by only putting his tip in you, taking it out, and putting it back.

“seob please,” you say, getting impatient before jiung removes his lips from you, looking up at your helpless face.

“patience, y/n,,” jiung says, his thumb meeting your bottom lip like he’s about to kiss you, but instead looks back at jongseob for permission.

jongseob jerks his head up and then down again, jiung meeting your eyes again before crashing his lips onto yours in a slow, but aggressive kiss, jongseob still teasing you.

you whine even more into the kiss, getting even more impatient until you finally feel his full length shoved into you, you gasping against jiungs lips, him smiling at your reaction.

jiung looks at you, trailing his two fingers up your neck, slowly entering them in your mouth, you sucking them.

he pulls them away, covered in saliva before they meet your clit, your breath being caught in your throat from the sensation of both jongseob thrusting in and out of you, and now the feeling of jiung rubbing your clit.

“doing so good for us,” jiung says, jongseob humming and agreeing with him. your thighs begin to shake again, wet kisses being placed on your neck by jiung.

the overstimulation gets too much — and i mean TOO much. you try your hardest to not let any tears slip, but your eyes begin to water and have no control when you feel them slide down your face and onto the sheets.

more whines and cries escape from your mouth, unable to control absolutely anything right now.

“oh god — i’m gonna cum,, fuck!” you cry, feeling yourself being pushed closer to the edge. the sounds of skin slapping get louder, jongseob practically destroying your pussy right now.

“come on baby let go,” jongseob says, your hips jerking up before finally letting loose.

“shit,,, oh shit!” you say, your hand meeting joins shoulder as every last drop comes out of you, dripping all over your thighs.

[kisseobie]

You posting made me so happpyyyy, you’re literally THE p1harmony writer :)) but i can never find other writers on here that write for piwon… do you have any recommendations ? 🩷

this is literally so nice thank you so much 😭 lately i have had so many ideas for writing but i’m just so nervous to post because i feel like my writing is corny/unpolished, but i’m glad some people enjoy it :)

for writers, i have a few recommendations! my current favorite piwon blogs are @wekillinitdadada , @tyangdoll , @joocomics (such good xdinary heroes content as well!), @kissoulie , and @lowkeeho 🤍

[kisseobie]

a/n: severely out of practice but i had this thought a few days ago and wanted to share lol

underground boxer!jongseob that shows up, every time without fail, to your doorstep after particularly bad fights. he knows he’s going to have to go through the pain of seeing you cry all over again, all because he can’t will himself to stop whatever this is.

it’s gotten to the point where you stay up later than usual on the weekends, already anticipating the blonde boy and his quiet knocks at your door. no matter how much you hate him for doing this, hate that he willingly puts himself in danger for the chance at some fast cash, you’ve never been able to ignore him, never have had the courage to leave him to stand outside your apartment until he eventually kicks rocks. you know with how stubborn he is, he’d probably stay ‘til morning, would fall asleep with his head flat against your welcome mat.

tonight, he’s got cuts along the bridge of his nose, with blood crusting up along their edges. his knuckles sport angry shades of purples and yellows, bottom lip split, and his head hangs low in shame as he sits atop the all-too-familiar bathroom countertop you’ve led him to. maybe he’s embarrassed of himself and how he seems to constantly take from you, how he knows the hurt he causes with every impromptu visit to your home, but won’t stop just for your sake. the damned cycle continues, and neither of you can do anything to stop it.

expectedly, some tears do fall as you patch his wounds, fix him just so he can go out and break himself all over again. he stares at you with unspoken words, the word “love” threatening to tumble out from his tongue, even if he knows it’s unfair. you don’t deserve to be loved like this, but you’d let him do it anyways, meet him in the middle even if it meant abandoning your own worth. jongseob is well aware of this, and it kills him that he can’t, no, won’t be enough for you. but “not enough” doesn’t stop you from planting wet kisses along his jaw once you’ve successfully cleaned him up. it doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your face and kissing you like he really means it, like he isn’t going to be gone come morning time. the cycle is in full swing, and somehow, once again, you’ve ended up being led towards your bed by the dangerous boy. the way jongseob undresses you so sweetly does nothing but make you sick, but you don’t want to stop him, though you know you should. maybe you both are similar in that way, too selfish, too irresponsible.

your thoughts on this, on anything really, don’t linger too much, not when he descends between your legs to savor your cunt like it’s his last meal. at this rate, one of these days it very well may be.

and when he’s worked out as many orgasms out of you as he can, some with his sinful mouth, and some with his cock, he wraps his sweaty arms around you so tight that any outsider would believe you are the one who’s always prone to pulling away. you fall asleep just like that, back against his chest, goosebumps dancing on top of your bare flushed skin, his breath hot against your neck as he contemplates what to say, what he can say to remedy all of this. and like clockwork, no words come.

© kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[kisseobie]

yum

record - jongseob p1harmony

you’ve been complaining about him being on his phone too much, so he decides to use his phone in a not so pg way, warnings: piv in the beginning, face riding, RECORDING!

you were complaining REPEATEDLY on how jongseob uses his phone way too much around you, barely showing any attention to you.

that is until he finally gets fed up with you, and decides to use his phone even more, but in a way that isn’t so cordial.

the faint smell of sweat and sex fill the air, the only light coming from the TV, along with you riding him, on the verge of reaching your breaking point with his phone recording on the side table, facing directly on the bed.

“just like that,… fuckk,” he says, hands gripping on your waist as he slams you deeper into him with every thrust.

curse words escape your mouth when you feel yourself clench around his dick, breathing getting heavier.

“mmmso close,” you say, and just like that he lifts you up off of him, “what the hell!” you say, annoyed when he smiles at you.

“ride my face,” he says, straight forward which makes your eyes widen a bit.

“jong-“

“come onnn baby, give them a show,” he says, referring to his phone.

you slowly crawl on your knees to his face, him not wasting a second before lowering you onto his mouth with his hands.

“fuck!!” you yell, grabbing the bed frame, gripping it. he sucks on your clit as his tongue moves up and down your pussy. "jongseob, i can't take it. fuck.." you say.

“hold on a little longer,” he says, lips meeting ‘yours’ again, this time even more aggressively, his hands grip your ass tighter, pulling you down harder onto his face. you can feel his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy, making you moan loudly.

your grip on the bed frame gets even tighter, not knowing how much longer it will take before you finally explode.

“mmmh,” jongseob mumbles against your pussy, the vibrations from his voice adding to the pleasure.

your thighs begin to tremble, barely able to hold your balance on your knees, phonographic moans continue to come out of your mouth.

he continues to eat you out like a starving man, deep groans coming from his mouth, his hands moving to your thighs as he grips them.

“pl..ease i cant hold it.. oh fuck,” you say, accidentally coming all over his mouth and face, his grip tightening even more. “fuck, mso sorry,” you say, crawling back, cradling his waist again.

he looks at you before pulling you down by the neck, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss, tasting your own come on your mouth and lips, letting out a slow moan into his mouth.

a string of saliva connects your guys lips when you pull away, hair all over your face along with come along your lips.

he grabs his phone, double clicking it to flip it showing your fucked out face.

“damn i really fucked you up huh,” he says, zooming in.

[kisseobie]

bella inspiring me to write again .. guys i just want u to know that i’ve read all of ur requests and i do want to get to most of them so if u have been sending them in, don’t think i’m ignoring u!! just trying to wait until i have some more free time to get to them :)

[kisseobie]

exactly

clarity

synopsis: Jiung was the hottest guy on campus, especially when he was on molly.

warnings: cocky ji..., drug use, creampie, degrading, evil ji sorry, reader is lowkey a pushover like me tbh

♡ + ↻ appreciated!

The music was loud downstairs, loud enough that the bass nearly shook the frat house walls. It faded into the background as Jiung delivered hard thrusts to your cunt, fucking you open. He wasn’t exactly focused on you, though–no, he was focused on himself. 

A mirror was on the wall beside his bed, and he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of himself. His orange hair bounced as his hips snapped into yours, sweat dripping down his body. You get why he was staring, he looked like an angel.

His cheeks were flushed, the rosy color spreading down to his chest. A grunt fell from his mouth as he took a hand off of your tit, putting it beside his head to curl his arm. He flexed, staring at the way his own muscles twitched underneath his skin. He was cocky, no doubt about it. He was honestly fucking in love with himself, and he had no shame about it.

Why would he? He was the hottest guy on campus.

He looked back down to you for a moment, relishing in the fact that he had you all wrecked, his cock, his body. The molly you both took probably helped, but he didn't really care. “So fucking tight, baby.” He was slightly breathless, and he looked back into the mirror. 

Your legs were over his shoulders, feet bouncing as he slammed his hips into yours. He liked the look. His jaw chattered as he fucked you, molly jaw not being able to stop him from ruining your pussy. The whines that fell from your mouth did nothing but inflate his ego. If that was even possible.

His eyes traced his body in the mirror, watching his hips move, watching his toned stomach clench with the promise of an orgasm, watching his tattoos bend with his body. He was the best eye candy, and you were staring at him too. “You're–mmh, you're so sexy,” you mumbled, tracing your hands down his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers.

“I know.”

His eyes were glued to the mirror as his pace quickened, your pussy squelching wetly around him, so fucking loud and messy that it almost drowned out the bass downstairs. Almost.

"You like this, huh?" he rasped, grinning lazily at his reflection. His thumb brushed your clit in slow, arrogant circles, just enough to make your back arch off the bed, your body desperately chasing the pleasure he doled out in cruel, teasing amounts. "You like being ruined by the hottest fucking guy here?"

Your answer was a broken whimper, a sound that only made Jiung's grin widen.

"Molly’s got you dumb, baby. Bet you couldn't even spell your own name right now." His voice was pure smugness, and it made your pussy clench down around him, making him grunt roughly.

He loved that. Loved how easily you melted for him, how your body responded to every word like it was gospel.

His jaw was jittering from the high, molly making it impossible to stay still, and it only made him rougher, meaner with his thrusts. His cock bullied your cunt  with brutal precision, every roll of his hips sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck—look at me, baby," Jiung gasped, the words slurring slightly. "Look at how good I look fuckin’ you stupid.”

Your head lolled weakly to the side, catching a blurry glimpse of the two of you in the mirror. You looked wrecked. Mascara smeared, mouth open, chest flushed pink. He looked perfect. Untouchable. Wild.

You felt the orgasm hit you all at once—a blinding crash that left you sobbing, your cunt spasming around him in frantic waves. Jiung groaned low and rough, the feeling of you falling apart enough to tip him over the edge.

His hand gripped your hips tight, almost bruising, as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Hot, thick ropes of cum filled your pussy, and Jiung threw his head back, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of it.

For a few long seconds, the world stopped. The music downstairs, the sweat dripping from your bodies, the way his cock twitched inside you—all of it blurred together into dizzy, perfect pleasure.

When Jiung finally peeled his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at you, ruined and panting and full of him, his smug grin softened a little.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, brushing his sweaty forehead against yours. "You’re never gonna want anyone else after me."

And the worst part? You already knew he was right.

[kisseobie]

YUMMMM I LOVE U BELLA

saint

synopsis: The best way to get into heaven is the fuck the preachers daughter (said no one).

warnings: blasphemy but not bad enough to where youd be too offended to read it i think idk, killin it sho because duh...creampie, sho is kinda sweet yall

♡ + ↻ appreciated!

The heavy scent of sex filled the room, coating the walls and infiltrating the air. You were still in your church dress, the white fabric bunched up at your waist. Soul’s hands held it there, his thumbs pressed into your skin as he guided you to bounce in his cock.

He had recently started going to your fathers church, standing out in the pews with his dark clothes and blue hair. It was obvious he only came because his parents forced him to—he didn’t exactly care about religion. The closest he had ever come to religion was now, your heavenly pussy squeezing his cock, the most beautiful sounds tumbling from your lips like the choir of heaven.

It had him wondering if religion was all that bad. If this is what heaven was like, he wanted to be there. He wanted to dive into your purity, let it surround him like an ocean, breathe it in and choke it out. He wanted you to surround him in the most carnal way possible, wanted to hold your sacred innocence in his hand and let it ooze between his fingers.

Though, it was hard to believe your father was the preacher, the Lord’s earthly tongue, when your own tongue was split. You had never done this before, never had your soul blackened with sin. He was quickly sucking the air from your Godly lungs, replacing it with the black smoke that only came from a sinner.

“Tightest fucking pussy i’ve ever felt,” Soul’s voice was quiet and strained, sounding like it got caught in his throat on the way up. He was trying to be moral, trying not to let himself get carried away. Your father was downstairs, passed out on the couch, still in his church attire. If your dad woke up, he’d surely be banished to hell.

Even with his cock in you, his words made your face grow hot. It was like his words were foreign to your ears—you had never heard such sweetly sinful things. You wanted to react to his words, but you were too busy bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it, so the most you could manage was a whimper.

As your hips went down, his hips would roll up, meeting your thrusts. It was the kind of pleasure that had your thighs trembling. His rings dug into your skin, the cool metal causing goosebumps to rise. You saw how his eyes were trained on where you were both connected, moving as you moved like it was a movie. His eyes were lazily half-shut with pleasure, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds from seeping out.

Your hands were grasping at his shirt, the black AC/DC tee between your soft fingers. Your father never allowed you to listen to AC/DC—said it was the devils music. If Soul was the devil, you’d chase him down through the brimstone lined torture chamber for eternity.

You just hoped God would turn his head.

Soul continued to drive his hips up into yours, barely bouncing you anymore. It wasn’t until he flipped your over, never leaving your cunt, did you realize just how good he was. “Letting me break this pussy in, good fucking girl,” He grunted, his hips driving into yours with a roughness that had you keening. 

Your hands came up to grasp his shoulders, your mouth falling open in bliss. His cock throbbed within you, abusing your cervix so meanly it had you seeing stars. You always thought of your first time being soft and sweet—not this. Not that you really minded, though.

Even though you tried to keep quiet, you couldn’t. It was like he was fucking the sounds from your throat, whines and cries filling the air. Your knees trembled against your chest, your toes curling and your hands shaky on his shoulders. He thought it was beautiful, the way you were so responsive to him. 

Soul was sweaty, clear beads dripping down his skin, some falling onto you. They mixed with the tears falling down your pretty cheeks. He was fucking you so well, treating you so well. You forgot about your father downstairs, you forgot about the church, you forgot everything but him. “Please,” You gasped out, “need more.” Your nails were digging into his skin, causing him to hiss.

“Need more?” Soul’s voice was a low growl, laced with hunger as his eyes burned into yours. His hips slowed, teasing, each thrust deliberate, dragging out the ache building in your core. “Greedy little angel, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, the words slicing through your haze of pleasure, making your skin flush hotter. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as your body trembled beneath his weight. “Please, Soul,” you begged, voice cracking, barely audible over the creak of the bed and the faint hum of the house below. “I—I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he interrupted, his lips curling into a grin. He shifted, hooking your legs higher, pressing your knees closer to your chest until you felt impossibly full. “You’re gonna take everything I give you, princess.”

His thrusts deepened, each one a brutal claim, his cock stretching you in ways that made your vision blur. The headboard slammed against the wall, a dangerous rhythm that mirrored the pounding of your heart. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans clawing at your throat, but Soul wasn’t having it. His hand slid up, fingers curling gently around your jaw, tilting your face to meet his gaze.

“Don’t hide those sounds,” he rasped, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “Let me hear how good I’m ruining you.” The words sent a jolt through you, sinful and searing, and a broken cry slipped free. Your body arched into him, chasing the edge of oblivion he was pushing you toward. His other hand slid down, finding your clit, and the rough pad of his thumb circled it with merciless precision. 

The sensation was too much—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain—and your thighs quaked, your breath hitching in sobs. “Soul—oh God—” The blasphemy slipped out before you could stop it, and his eyes flashed with dark amusement.

“God’s not here, angel,” he murmured, leaning down to graze his teeth along your jaw. His breath was hot against your skin, his voice a velvet sin. “Just me. And this perfect fucking pussy.” 

His words, crude and reverent, shattered you. The pressure in your core snapped, and your orgasm tore through you like a wildfire, white-hot and all-consuming. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper as your cries filled the room, raw and unrestrained. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat and the heat of him, and he watched you, enraptured, like you were his own personal miracle.

“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as your release dragged him toward his own. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Make you mine.”

The promise pushed you over another crest, a second wave of pleasure crashing into you as his cock throbbed inside you, spilling hot and thick. His low, guttural moan vibrated through you, his body tensing as he poured himself into you, each pulse a mark of his claim. For a moment, the world was nothing but the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, the sound of his ragged breaths mingling with yours.

He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he collapsed forward, his forehead resting against yours, both of you slick with sweat and trembling in the aftermath. His hand found yours, fingers interlocking, grounding you in the quiet that followed. The room still smelled of sex, of sin, but now there was something softer beneath it—a fragile intimacy that made your chest ache.

“You okay?” he whispered, his voice stripped of its earlier edge, replaced with something tender, almost vulnerable. His thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, and the gesture felt more intimate than anything else he’d done.

You nodded, throat tight, unable to form words. Your body felt heavy, sated, but your mind was a storm—guilt creeping in, the weight of your father downstairs, the church, the life you’d been taught to live. Yet, with Soul’s warmth pressed against you, his breath steadying in time with yours, it was hard to care.

He shifted, pulling out slowly, and you shivered at the loss. His hands were gentle as he helped you adjust your dress, smoothing the crumpled fabric over your thighs. “You’re still so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. “Even when you’re a mess.”

You managed a shaky laugh, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” His grin was boyish, unrepentant, but his eyes held a flicker of seriousness. “Worth it,” he said, leaning down to steal one last kiss, soft and lingering.

“I’d burn for you, baby.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with promise, as he tucked himself back into his jeans and ran a hand through his damp blue hair. You watched him, heart pounding, knowing this moment couldn’t last—not with your father’s snores echoing faintly from the living room, not with the cross hanging above your bedroom door. But for now, you let yourself drown in the afterglow, in the warmth of his gaze, in the sin that felt like salvation.

[kisseobie]

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[kisseobie]

are you falling out of p1h? is that the reason ur not active

no 😭 i’m literally waiting for duh! preorders to open 😭 and i posted like a little more than a week ago .. the reason i’m not as active is just because i don’t always have time or energy to write like i did a year ago, but i’m always active and lurking and i want to work on more stuff soon. please give me some grace

[kisseobie]

so who’s gonna write more about stoner piwon

[kisseobie]

well

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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[kisseobie]

hey babes are you taking requests right now?

honestly what the hell sure

[kisseobie]

Aaaaa I finally found your account again… I was searching the tags hella hard for youuuu😭

sorry i removed my visibility for a bit because people were in my inbox telling me they were gonna kill me 😭

[kisseobie]

I miss you 😖😖

hi <3 i’ve missed u guys too! i just posted something, i hope it makes up for me being gone for so long. i wish writing was easy, but it actually takes a lot of time, and i think i just got burnt out. but it makes me so happy and grateful to see that people still think about my blog and my works. you all are so loved ❤️