YUP YUP YUP I FUCKING LOVE U BELLA I Need Cokehead Soul To Be Mean To Me

YUP YUP YUP I FUCKING LOVE U BELLA 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need cokehead soul to be mean to me

ride around

PAIRINGS: soul x reader

SYNOPSIS: Soul was something else when he was doing coke.

WARNINGS: cocaine use, oral (m rec), choking, mean soul, dirty talking, angst, frat boy soul cause im obsessed, hair pulling, drooling

A/N: havent posted in forever forgive me

You probably shouldn’t be doing this right now. You knew Soul didn’t care about you. It was a fact you knew better than anyone. Yet here you were, sitting in the passenger side of his car, your throat full of his cock. He was a head pusher—why wouldn’t he be? His hand was on the back of your head, forcing it down, not caring how you gagged.

He was occupied, his finger pressing down on his left nostril as he snorted bumps of coke off of the wheel. His pupils were already wide and he had powder staining his nose, but he didn’t care. His hips rolled up into your mouth, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as he guided you how he wanted to.

As you left the red light, he began driving again, going down some back road to the party you had left from to get more coke for him. It was like he didn’t even acknowledge you were choking on his cock, his eyes on the road.

Every grunt from his lips went straight to your gut, infighting a fire within you. It was disgusting how quick you were to get on your knees for him, no matter when, at the drop of a pin. “Nuh uh, don’t you pull away. Suck this fucking dick like you mean it, bitch.” Soul sneered, pushing you down further as you tried to come up for air. He was mean and you liked it.

Drool and frothy spit was falling down your mouth, seeping onto his balls and his car seat. He’d be upset about it messing up his seat, but he loved when you were messy. The messier you were, the louder he was. Choked sounds ripped from your throat each time he pushed you down or thrusted up, the slick tip of his cock slipping deep into your throat.

Soul’s hand trailed from your head, up your back and to your ass, which was currently up. He grabbed your ass through your skimpy dress, groping the flesh with a hum. It was a surprise when he slipped his fingers into your lacy panties from the side, running his finger down your sopping cunt.

He never really cared if you got off—he fucked you how he wanted, for his pleasure only. The tip of his finger dipped into your pussy teasingly, before going back to spreading your wetness around your cunt. It made you whine around his cock, pushing your hips back onto his hand desperately. You heard him grumble, delivering a harsh slap to your pussy.

“Don’t rush me, I'll touch you how I want.” He hissed, bringing his hand to the side of your face. His fingers were glistening, your arousal getting onto your cheek as he forced his fingers into your mouth, pressing against his cock and your tongue. He hooked his fingers in your cheek, his thumb pressing into the back of your head as he pulled your cheek back. 

He had stopped the car in front of the house party, but you didn’t stop. Drool got on his already wet fingers, spreading it to your cheek as he held it back. He had a better grip on you this way, forcing your mouth open and far as he wanted, his hips freely thrusting up. It was sick, the sounds that filled the car. 

Slick sounds, gagging, choking, and snorting were the only things that could be heard. He pulled you up, almost off of his cock, before forcing your head to the side slightly, the tip of his cock poking your cheek. A groan left his throat while he sniffed another bump off of the wheel, punching his nose and snorting. 

Soul ground his hips up, his tip pressed against the inside of your cheek. Mascara ran down your cheeks, black tears dropping onto his thighs, joining the drool.

“Gonna cum. Swallow all of this fucking nut, bitch.” His voice was low, his head back against the seat while he forced your head down once more, pressing hard enough to where your nose squished against his thigh. You were unable to breathe, his cock deep within your throat enough to have you gagging up spit. 

He pulsed in your mouth, his cock throbbing as he came deep within your throat. You had no choice but to swallow, the suction making his hips roll. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

You ended up sitting on the grass outside of his car, cunt throbbing and chest heaving as he walked back into the party. He didn’t trust you in his car. Not alone, at least. He tried to act like it was nothing, like it hadn’t even happened, but you saw the tremble in his legs as he walked. You saw the way he missed the first step up into the house, and you saw the way his skin was flushed. He would never be able to quit you.

hihiiiii was just wondering if my fav writer has any plans for kinktober???? 😚😚

wait this is such a good idea i should participate… i probably should start on that now!!! if yall are interested i can def attempt to post a drabble or sometimes full one shots for kinktober!!

there is something about ur writing especially for jiung that is so on point to his character and it’s just so raw.. i know u were nervous to dabble in smut writing again but i genuinely think this just became my favorite works of urs ^____^ i love you so much user sxfterhearts

full of you(r love)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ softdom!jiung x little girl!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: smut (18+ mdni nsfw), unprotected sex, dd/lg themes, mention of safeword (but not used), emotional sex (is this a warning?), porn with a lot of plot

♡ word count: 3,550 words

♡ author's note: i'm scared cos this fic i've been working on for the past month is going out into the world.. pls be kind im a fluff writer with no smut experience but choi jiung made me write this?!???! dedicating this fic to all my lovely tumblr moots and anons who encouraged me throughout this process, and especially @348kg (this fic wouldnt exist without u) and @kisseobie (ur my inspiration rosa) <333 fr smut writers yall are elite u have my respect omfg

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“Yeah? Are you sure, eomma? I think it’s looking a little too red… Oh wait,” Jiung paused mid-sentence, lips lifting automatically into a smile as he heard the familiar chime of the keypad  code being punched into the door. You were home, finally. “Y/N’s home. Yeah, mhmm… Okay, I’ll tell her that. Yup, okay… Yeah, one spoon, got it. Thank you so much! Mhmm, I’m hanging up. Okay, love you too, bye!”

He turned around, placing his red phone in the pocket of his apron, a gift you got him when he declared he wanted to learn how to cook better meals. Jiung turned the fire down to a low simmer, but not before inhaling the fragrant aroma of his own home cooking. Smiling proudly, he wiped his hands on the apron and made his way towards the entrance of your shared apartment. “Y/N! You’re back.”

The smile was promptly wiped off his face when he saw your dishevelled figure at the doorway, struggling to peel your goddamned heels off your sore feet. The hair that you usually wore up in a ponytail was hanging towards the floor in a frizzy black mop. You bore such a close resemblance to the female ghosts in those old-school horror movies that Jiung nearly jumped in fright. 

“Hey, let me.” He called out softly, crouching down to undo the straps of your heels and peel your bag off your tired shoulders, before carefully placing the shoes back on the shelves. 

“Jiung…” You mumbled, voice small and tired. You huffed out a deep sigh. “I had the worst day ever, I’m not even joking.”

Jiung looked at you and took you in, like really took in your entire being, and realised that he had not seen you in such a state for a while. “Yeah?” He smiled sympathetically, arms coming to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him and guiding your heavy head to rest against his broad shoulders. His palm cradled the back of your head, smoothing down your hair and pressing his lips against your temples in greeting. 

“Yeah, my stupid manager doesn’t understand that I can’t deliver the same results because we are literally one man down. What am I supposed to do when the other manager is on leave for a whole month? Why doesn’t he understand that I can’t train my staff and lead the project at the same time? It’s so frustrating. And whenever I try to voice out my concerns, it’s like he’s deaf or something, I swear…” You grumbled angrily.

“Hmm,” Jiung hummed, listening intently. “It does sound like a really tough day, baby. But you know what will make it better?”

“Hmm?”

“I made you dinner.”

As if on cue, Jiung felt, rather than heard, your stomach grumble, signalling your hunger. His brows scrunched up as he asked, yet fearing the answer altogether, “When was the last time you ate, Y/N?”

You went silent. 

Jiung sighed, shaking his head. “C’mon, silly girl. I made your favourite. It’s my mum’s recipe too. Just sit and I’ll get it ready for you.”

It was your turn to shake your head this time. “No, your baby wants hugs.” You insisted childishly, your cool, strict manager facade from work disappearing the moment you were in the presence of your boyfriend of four years. You pouted and hugged him tighter, absolutely refusing to budge.

Jiung laughed, finding your current state endearing. He knew it was because you were so tired and worn out, and decided to make the most of the opportunity. “Fine, it’s up to you. You are my baby, after all…”

As the night wore on, you refused to leave his side for even a moment, sticking to Jiung like a koala clung to a tree. You insisted on hugging him from behind as he scooped the kimchi jjigae into two separate bowls, topping them with spring onions and a teaspoon of sesame oil each and serving them up with bowls of steaming, multigrain rice. You held on tight as you sat on his lap at the dining table, limbs intertwining with his as you begged him to feed you instead, feeling ‘too tired’ all of a sudden to even lift a spoon because of the rough work day. You even grasped the hem of his white, paper thin t-shirt desperately when he so much as got up to grab more side dishes from the fridge, insisting that he let you stay like this for longer because you missed him way too much.

“Baby…” Jiung cooed, repositioning his big hands on your hips, reaching under your tight work blouse to caress your soft skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “What is it? I know you’ve had a hard time today, but you’re very clingy.” He lightly teased, eyes downcast as he looked at you with feigned suspicion. In reality, after being together for so long, it wasn’t hard for Jiung to know your true intentions.

You refused to meet his eyes, pretending to pay him no mind as you chewed on the last mouthful of rice, all while twirling the strings of his apron around your fingers. 

“Babe…”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to be a good girl and use your words? Hmm?” He prompted, voice turning slightly harder.

When you failed to respond, Jiung used his long, slim fingers to tilt your chin towards him and hold it there. “Words, baby. I need you to say something, okay?”

Your desperate, pleading eyes met his unwavering gaze, and you felt your body shiver at the intensity behind it. “Yeah…” You whispered, suddenly feeling small.

“What do you need… Can you tell me?” Jiung pressed on, yet his eyes caught sight of a stray piece of rice lingering on the corner of your lips. He moved his thumb towards the rice and both of you followed his movement. As though in slow motion, your tongue darted out to lick his finger – shy, like a kitten. When you noticed that he didn’t respond, and just tracked your next move with the eyes of a hawk, you daringly relaxed your jaw and sucked it into your wet, warm mouth.

Jiung felt his cock stir under two layers of clothing and your plush ass.

You saw how his pupils blew out. Feeling satisfied with the effect you had on him, you released his thumb with a loud pop. “Jiung, can you take care of me tonight, please?” You asked shyly, batting your eyelashes. The stark contrast between the lewd request and your bashful tone made your boyfriend’s head spin.

Behind closed doors, you were completely comfortable with Jiung taking full control and treating you like his baby girl. Tonight was no different. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to take things all the way. In fact, you struggled to even remember when was the last time Jiung even called you his baby. Especially not since you started on this project, which has been the cause of all your grievances in the past three months.

But tonight, you were determined to break the drought. Something within you snapped this afternoon when your boss made a big show of throwing your report in the trash whilst yelling colourful profanities in front of the entire team. It was the last straw after a series of small, seemingly insignificant inconveniences that eventually snowballed. You felt like a pressure cooker, finally exploding at your incompetent boss.

The entire torment drained you so much that truthfully, you really didn’t want to do anything for yourself anymore. Sure, you could feed yourself, and sure, you could sit upright on your own, but you really appreciated that since stepping foot into the apartment, Jiung had taken care of everything – from removing your shoes, to making sure you were fed and comfortable. You didn’t even need to think; you just trusted and knew that he would shut your brain down and handle everything for you.

Being someone who was naturally independent and strong-headed in the workplace, you knew that anyone who found out you acted like this with your boyfriend would hang their jaws in utter disbelief. Yet here you were, being carried to the sofa by Jiung as you nibbled on his neck in fervour.

“You sure you want this tonight, baby?” Jiung sat you down and kneeled at eye-level in front of you to ask, all serious and concerned. But his mind was slowly getting clouded as your teeth sunk into a soft spot close to his earlobes, sucking greedily. “There’s no turning back for you if you say yes, and…” He paused to take a breath, letting his responsibility over you rise up to the surface. “I will take care of you as always, but you’re in quite a state now, and I don’t want to risk you having a bad time.”

Jiung felt you nod wordlessly in response, but it wasn’t enough for him. The soft dom inside of him was screaming for your verbal consent. “Baby, if you don’t tell me our safe word now, I’m going to have to stop, okay?” He warned, using the tone you registered as being slightly stern when you descended into your little persona. 

“Blue,” You muttered directly into his ears. You rubbed your thighs together involuntarily. Truthfully, you had been thinking about this since you were in the office, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in any longer. “It’s blue, please… I thought about this at work…” Your lips moved closer and captured his earlobe, sucking on it in a silent attempt to speed things up.

Shit shit shit – Jiung could only let out a choked hum as you attacked his sensitive spot. He knew that even though you were his little girl, deep down you were still a vixen begging and yearning to be fucked, and he knew you knew all the right buttons to push to get what you wanted.

He was never very good at denying you, anyway. Jiung spoiled you rotten, he thought, as he pulled you away from him. “Sit up for me, baby. I want you to be a good girl for me and suck my cock first. Can you do that?”

You nodded way too eagerly, eyes shining and lips parted as you looked up at him, waiting for Jiung to rid himself of his sweats and boxers, all in one go. You felt saliva pool in the back of your throat as you finally caught sight of the main prize. Jiung was not extremely long or girthy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, as your clammy fingers wrapped around what was undoubtedly the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen. You liked how your small fingers struggled slightly to wrap all the way around, forcing you to use both hands as you guided the swollen tip towards your waiting mouth. Greedy, your tongue peeked out to sneak a taste of his glistening pre-cum. 

Giggling, you hummed to yourself in satisfaction before letting a comment slip, “It’s nice…”

Jiung was halfway to losing his mind but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. You were, after all, his adorable, precious girl. “Well,” He placed an encouraging hand on your cheek, “I’m glad you think so.”

You nodded in agreement, letting your hands wander across his midriff, fingers ghosting over the black butterflies peeking through his thin shirt. He helped you by raising the shirt and capturing the hem between his teeth, skin tingling with excitement as you licked every tattoo on his upper body with your slick, hot tongue.

Once you were satisfied, you finally allowed yourself to indulge in his intoxicating scent. Mirroring your earlier actions, you let Jiung into your welcoming mouth, quickly sucking and swirling your tongue around his length at a steady pace. Instantly, he released the shirt from his lips and let out a long moan.

Hearing his noises only spurred you on further. Determined, one hand reached underneath to massage his balls while the other fisted the rest of his uncovered length, doing everything at once – a three-in-one, if you will, in the hopes of driving Jiung absolutely insane.

“Baby… Fuck, how are you so good at this?” He grunted. “Who taught you to be this good, hmm?”

You tried to answer with an excited “You!” but seemed to have forgotten about the dick in your mouth, making you cough and sputter before swallowing even more of him in. Jiung had to forcefully grip your hair into a ponytail to keep himself in check, fighting the primitive urge to continue choking you with his thick cock. 

But why did he want to fight, you wondered? You recovered from the slip up like a champ, quickly relaxing your throat muscles to take in more of his length until both of you groaned at the impact of his tip kissing the back of your throat. You gagged, feeling your pussy leak and clench around nothing.

Jiung wasn’t faring any better as he screwed his eyes shut, groaning deeply. He lost partial control of his lower body as he rutted against that same spot again and again, selfishly hoping that you would gag on his cock over and over. “Ah, your mouth is so perfect for me…”

Your pussy pulsed at the praise, always a sucker for pleasing your boyfriend both in and outside of the bedroom. You wanted him to use you until he was painting ropes of white sticky hot cum on your face, but it seemed like he had other plans, suddenly yanking your face away from his pulsing, red cock.

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock at the abrupt stop. 

The next thing you knew, you were being carried bridal style towards the bedroom. Jiung set you down gently in the middle of the bed, amongst a small army of your favourite plushies. He fluffed the pillows under your head, arranged your body in a comfortable position below him and tucked a lock of hair behind your ears. 

“Hey,” He breathed, nose bumping against yours. “Just checking in, how are you feeling?”

At that, you felt hot tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. How did you ever get so lucky to land someone like him? He was always so sweet and caring with you. Overwhelmed, you could only nod, feeling a flurry of emotions bubble up to the surface.

“Hey, hey, baby…” Jiung’s finger captured a stray tear, concerned. “Do you want to keep going? You know we can stop at any time.”

You nodded in affirmation, looking up at him with pleading, sparkling eyes. At that moment, Jiung thought you had never looked so devastatingly beautiful. He swore to himself that he would always be your lover, and your protector.

“I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”

And you believed Jiung with your whole heart. You closed your eyes and felt him kiss away your tears as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your blouse. Little by little, your stress and worries melted away with the feathery touch of his lips against your exposed skin. He pressed open-mouth kisses trailing from the top of your bra to your navel, swiftly pulling down your slacks, leaving you in your underwear. Somehow, while you were losing yourself to the sensations, Jiung managed to pull your favourite pair of frilly, knee high socks over your legs. Partly because he knew your feet get cold easily, but mostly because he liked how they hugged your thighs.

“My sweet girl…” Jiung pressed a thumb to your white-ribboned panties, feeling a wet spot at your centre. His breath caught in his throat at your leaking arousal. 

You could only whine, hips pressing against his palm in search of more friction. 

Jiung got the message, undoing your bra then pulling down your panties in quick succession, leaving you bare for him. “So perfect,” he whispered to himself more than anything, blood rushing to his hardened length. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he rolled the right one between eager fingers. 

“Jiung…” You sighed, pleasure coursing through your veins like an electric shock. “Please…”

After a harsh suck, he released your nipple with a loud pop. “Please what, baby?” 

“Please, I want you inside…” You whined, greedy for more.

“Baby, I need to prep you first.” He thumbed the entrance of your sweet hole, gathering your slick before swiftly pushing inside.

You huffed, shaking your head. One finger was not enough anymore. “Want you inside now, please!”

Jiung’s cock twitched at your words. “But it’ll hurt –” 

“I want it to, please! I just want to feel you deep inside,” You were desperate at this point, begging him to fill you up. “Thought about this all day!”

Jiung cursed under his breath, turned on beyond belief at your eagerness. What his baby wants, his baby gets.

He slowly eased his hard length past the walls of your pussy, the glide aided by a mix of your saliva from earlier and your wet juices. Then, with one quick thrust, he slammed all the way in, the curved tip of his cock kissing your cervix. The two of you moaned out in unison, relieved to finally be back home in each other’s bodies. 

“Missed this…” Jiung was struggling to get the words out. It had been too long since you were last intimate and he forgot how tight your little cunt was. “Miss feeling you around me.”

You could only moan pathetically in response, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. You felt so full of him, and so full of his love for you.

Jiung waited patiently for you to adjust to his size, all while pressing tender kisses along your jaw, and lightly rubbing the cool tip of his nose against your rosy cheeks. 

He caged you in with his arms, and rested his warm forehead against yours. You basked in his hot breaths fanning across your flushed cheeks as your pussy clenched and unclenched to adjust to his size. You craned your neck upwards, and Jiung understood you immediately, devouring your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled in a fiery dance whilst all your thoughts melted away. Your anxious brain was calm once more, as you surrendered your body and mind entirely to Jiung.

“Ready?” He asked, thumbs rubbing circular patterns against your waist.

You hummed, hips rolling up in search of friction. Jiung got the message, and pulled out gently before thrusting in deep. “God, Y/N… You’re so perfect for me, so good.”

He was making love to you – there was no doubt about it. Anyone could tell, from the way he rocked his hips with conviction, to the way his eyebrows scrunched in concentration, determined to make you feel good. Jiung was a passionate lover. And with each thrust, he replaced the hurt and frustration with love and blissful pleasure.

You were so lost in it; in him, and the way that he made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. It was just you and him, and nothing else. It was such a relief to be treated like this by someone who loved you as much as Jiung did. Your lips, which were permanently casted into a frown throughout the work day, worked itself into a soft smile. You closed your eyes and just allowed the pleasure to course through your entire body. 

Jiung, noticing that you were getting lost in the moment, helped to gather your legs and wrap them around his waist for you. He held them there, enjoying the slight burn as the fabric of your socks rubbed against his back. That way, he could make sure your bodies were impossibly close. 

“You okay?” Jiung breathed, nudging your cheeks with his before pressing his lips on your forehead. 

You could only moan in response, clenching your walls every single time he thrusted into you. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, and that combined with the way his fingers played with your clit, had you inching closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Jiung – Ah! Close…” 

He kept hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars, while his fingers picked up speed. You could feel yourself tethering at the edge of the precipice. All it took was a –

“I love you, baby, no matter what, I love you more than you know…” Jiung professed his love before pressing his lips to yours for the nth time that night. “Yeah, that’s it. I gotchu, you’re safe with me.” That was more than enough to bring you over the edge.

Your velvety walls clenched around him so tight that he quickly followed, panting heavily as he filled you up to the brim with his cum.

epilogue.

As you basked in the afterglow of your climaxes, you felt Jiung littering kisses all over your face, and giggled. 

“How was it?” He asked jokingly.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it with your eyes closed, making both of you laugh. “Thank you, really. It was just what I needed.”

“What can I say? I’m the perfect boyfriend.”

“You really are, Choi Jiung. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

did you see the fire dance practice on youtube??

suga is jongseob is confirmed in my heart ☝️

yes and i think namjoon and yoongi birthed jongseob in the womb and jimin birthed jiung and jin birthed theo and soul and jungkook birthed keeho and taehyung and hobi birthed intak thanks for coming to my ted talk

yippppeee!

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— NSFW. tags under the cut!

a/n: kissoulie debut day!! (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) i wrote all of these for myself mainly but finally decided to post themmmm i wanted to post a full fic for my debut but work is busy :( i don't have enough free time </3 please do read the cws!!! they are very relevant haha my brain went a little wild with jiung so soulseob's are short ☹️ i will feed u soon sho stans u have my word 🙏 i normally don't write for jiung or keeho but the ideas were too inticing 😭

cws: fem reader, petnames (baby, princess, pretty girl), degrading (just once, "whore"), overstim, edging, breeding, daddy kink (kyo), brat taming (kyo), choking (kyo), exaggerated size kink (intak), pregnancy mention lol meandom!theo, dub-con (jiung), slight somno (jiung), squirting (soul), slight degrading, voice kink (seob), please lmk if i missed anything!!!

brat tamer!keeho who loves your cries of “daddy daddy daddy- slow down, daddy-!” followed by broken moans and whimpers from your swollen lips. he loves how you claw at him, eyes faded from how hard he's choking you, but still sobbing and slicking up more for him to fuck you stupid. he loves how you beg him to let you cum, “please please please daddy, please- can't hold it, please just let me ‘m so close daddy please just let me-” he knows you can't hold it. that's why he smacks your clit to send you over the edge. he loves how your hands try to pull his hips back, but he's determined to ruin the orgasm you don't deserve. it just makes you that much sweeter when he finally lets you cum on his cock.

meandom!theo who won't stick his dick in you until you're a crying overstimulated mess. he’ll use toys on you, stuff his pretty fingers inside you, eat you out until you're pulling on his hair so hard it hurts, but he won't fuck you until you're crying. he loves how your tears soak the pillowcase, how you cling to him like he's the only person left in the entire world. he loves feeling so special to you, to the point where he loses himself in your body when he finally does fuck you. his hips stutter, and he's cumming with a soft “fuck..” before he can stop himself.

best friend!jiung who humps you in your sleep. it’s not his fault you sleep on your stomach, your ass so.. soft and enticing. at first he did it with both your clothes on, but he realized that regardless, if he woke you up you would know what he’s doing to you. so he slowly pulls down your sleep shorts, pushing his dick between your panties and your skin. he snakes a hand under your lower stomach, pressing you to him. at first he doesn’t notice how you slick up for him, but then your hips jolt back to press against him and he’s almost clamoring off of you when he hears your whiny voice, “ji, don’t stop” who is he to deny such a needy, pretty girl? he practically rips your panties off, rubbing himself between your folds, pressing just the tip in as you moan, “‘s so big, ji, ‘s big..” “fuck, princess, that was just the tip,” you’re squeezing around him, pulling him deeper into your tight cunt. he groans, bottoming out in one sharp thrust as he loses control. you yelp, but your eyes roll back and he can feel you squirting around him, “cumming, ji, fuck” he knows you are. his eyes are shut tight as he struggles to hold back, fucking into you deeply and then speeding up. you push back against him, helping him along as he presses his hand against your stomach, feeling how his dick knocks up against it. you keep moaning and creaming all over him, and he loses control, pressed against your cervix as he paints your insides white.

size kink!intak who's so desperate for you. he wants to make love to you so bad, but you're just too small to take him properly. there's always that last couple of inches where he hits a wall, and you're sniffling out his name and holding his hands so sweetly. he can't bear to see you cry. the more he makes love to you the more he wants to breed you. and before he knows it, those last two inches are slipping past your sensitive walls while you cum all over him. you yelp in surprise but he's too far gone, fucking into you while pressing against your tummy, “gonna let me get you pregnant, baby? please- oh fuck, please”

munch!soul who’s obsessed with making you squirt. he spends precious hours between your thighs, flicking his tongue over your sensitive little clit, fingers buried inside your sopping wet cunt. he praises you, too. telling you how pretty you are for him, how good you taste, how much he needs to get his dick inside you when he's done using his mouth. he loves it when you squirt all over his cock, it makes his head empty.

voice kink!jongseob who whispers in your ear to get you off. he won't touch you until he knows you're close from just his voice, whispering filth into your ear. he wants to breed you. he wants to fuck you until you cry for him, until you squirt all over him, until you tell him you love him. that's what he's working you up for. he kisses your sensitive clit, eyes peering up at you innocently while your hiccuped cries turn to sobs. “all this from just my voice, baby? cmon, you know what you have to say so i’ll let you cum.”

VIVI I LOVE U SO MUCH HELLO?? shy seob is my weakness this is sooooo sweet :((

is this okay?

jongseob x fem!reader

fluff, angst/comfort

summery: you and your boyfriend finally talk about going further in your relationship

a/n: i got feral for the idea of jongseob as a first boyfriend so I wrote this.

warnings: suggestive but no smut

Jongseob and you have been together for a few months now, you didn’t specifically know why sex never really came up in a conversation so far but let’s be real you also didn’t jump at the opportunity to talk about it either. Have you thought about having sex with him? Definitely,but we’re you to shy to initiate anything? Also definitely.

Nothing has ever really happened more then some making out but you could also count the times that you two really had a hot and steamy Make out with one hand. Was he just shy or did he not want to have sex? Also a question that you probably should have talked about weeks ago.

Tonight was the first time in a bit that you were over at the p1h dorm. They have been working so much that you didn’t have time for a sleepover.

You were currently snuggled up to jongseob on his bed playing Mario Kart against each other.

„oh my god can you at least give me a chance“ you pouted jokingly at him, not looking up from the screen.

„just admit I’m a better player then you“ he said with a smirk on his face that you luckily could see right now because at the pure sight of that you would have melted.

„Stoooop“ you whined, putting your hands on his eyes so he couldn’t see the screen. He tried to move his head but you kept moving your hands to block his vision. „y/nnnnn I’m losing, this is not fair!“ he said while giggling and laughing so hard you could barely focus on what he was saying.

He moved his hands up to yours trying to move your hands from his eyes. At this point both of aren’t paying attention to the game as you two stated play fighting.

He had your arms in a tight grip, teasingly pocking your waist because you couldn’t fight back. You both were laughing so hard, he took his chance and got on top of you but the mood really shifted when he did. He kissed you once pulling away looking into your eyes for permission that you happily gave him.

He kissed you again, this time much deeper. His one hand started wondering up to your shirt, staying above it tho, using the other hand to hold himself up.

After looking at you and waiting for permission, you gave him a nod and he continued to explore your body with his hands.

His hand slipped under you shirt reaching up to your bra and caressing your soft skin. He started lowering his hand, going lower and lower until he was at your pajama pants, waiting for your slight nod again before pulling them down.

He threw your pants to the side not looking away from you once, not paying attention to anything but you.

He took his shirt off and you could have melted right that second. Your hands moved to his body, touching every inch of his chest and stomach.

Your heart was racing, when he started to kiss your neck you couldn’t hold back anymore. „Seob…“ you moaned, he stilled his movements for a moment, looking you into the eyes „is this okay?“ he looked at you in such a caring way, ready to pull away the second you are uncomfortable.

Saying you were shy when it comes to intimacy was an understatement but it just felt so right when you two were together.

„yes…“ taking a second looking into his eyes „ I don’t know“ you said quietly.

He pulled away a bit more, his eyes shifted to a very worried gaze but at the same time you knew that he knew exactly what you meant. You have never talked about this before and in that moment you two were really aware of that.

You were … scared? Was this what you were feeling? You weren’t sure but you didn’t have another word to describe what you were feeling.

He moved to sit besides you, noticing that tears have formed in the corners of your eyes and you have moved your arms to cover your stomach.

„hey hey hey it’s okay sweetheart … it’s a lot I know“ he said while giving you a little smile and moving some hair from your face.

You moved towards him hugging him tightly. That was really what you needed in that moment and he did two. He hugged you tightly, rubbing circles on your back.

„have you…“ you started stumbling over your words not really knowing how to ask if he has ever had sex before. „i mean… well“ „have you ever“

„had sex?“ he said. Pretty much just as shy and nervous about the topic as you were.

You nodded, both of you shifting positions, so that your head was on his chest and he was resting his body against the wall. He was still holding you tight and you started playing with his hands.

„…no“ he said, you can tell he was trying to not make it awkward and he was honestly doing pretty well.

You took a breath finally relaxing against him „me neither“ you chuckled softly. You both were kind of realizing that you should and could have talked about this way sooner.

„do you want to take things slower?“ he asked. „I don’t think so, I think I was just a bit overwhelmed. Do you want to take things slower?“ you answered, playing with his hands and finally interlock fingers with him.

„i just want you to be comfortable, we can go your speed, okay?“ he said. you nodded, being so grateful for how he is reacting right now. „thank you seob“ you said as he kissed the top of your head from behind.

„Can I ask you something?“ he asked nervously. You nodded, turning around to face him.

„Are you on the pill? Is that weird to ask? I’m sorry“ he rambled. „No no it’s fine“ you cut him off. „I’m not on the pill“. You answered him.

he was silent for a moment „do you want me to take the pill?“ you said. „No… I mean if you want to… but you definitely don’t have to! We can just use condoms… I mean if we… you know“ he quickly answered kind of stumbling.

You brought your hand to his face, rubbing circles on his cheek with you thumb. You kissed him to stop him from circling. It wasn’t the kind of steamy one from before, it was one full of your love.

„Do you want to watch movie?“ he asked with his hands still around you and your faces close together. „Yes but I want to pick“ he laughs at your response, as he gave you another quick kiss on the lips before releasing you from his tight grip.

„Okay cmon“ he chuckled as he reaches for the remote.

a/n: i am still new to writing feedback is appreciated! Also I definitely wrote this with my love @kisseobie in mind!