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Hiii not to be annoying or anything (also you can delete this), but there’s this account that you’ve like reposted their writing and tagged them in your post @killinitdadada or something, and i can’t find their acc do you know what happened or if they like blocked? Again you can delete this if you want :)
hi! i unfortunately think they deactivated their account :(
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.”
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.
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 🙏🏼
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 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.
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 🤍
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.
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.
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 :)
