🍓 new-ish to tumblr! i've been writing on ao3 (as strawberry_seob) and most fics posted here should be cross-posted there. if you'd like, you can find me here
🍓 i have some unfinished works for my other ult groups (bts, seventeen, and ateez), but p1harmony is the only group i've published fics for and is the only group i plan on writing for the time being
🍓 rules/preferences/info: mdni! my fics are generally nsfw, 18+ only. i absolutely do not write for or about minors, and i include smut in my writing but it is not my main focus. i read and write both self-insert and non-self-insert (ship) fics. i also tend to prefer reading and writing au fics (not writing the members as themselves/idols/p1h). i write mostly jongseob but have also written for taeyang and intak, and am open to writing the other members
🍓 requests are technically closed, but feel free to submit one if you’d like to check and see if i’ll accept it! i’ve been having bad writers block lately so i just don’t want to create any expectations 🫶
🍓 i work full time, so i tend to post/update on my own time. if i am working on a multi-chapter unfinished fic (on ao3), i will most likely only publish it here once it is finished
🍓 to anyone who takes the time to read, interact with, and share my work, thank you so, so much! i appreciate you all more than you know
not a question but i just wanted to say that i just spent many hours of my time reading all ur fics and i can't get enough. its like u see into my brain and have written everything exactly as i would have wanted it.
i never leave messages on tumblr, and idk what magic u have in ur veins, but thank u for ur jongseob stuff specifically. keep it up!!
- ur fellow seob biased p1ece
reader… u have no idea how much this means to me and makes me want to keep writing. thank you so much for taking the time to say this! sincerely!! 🫶🫶
i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.
Bro, blocking someone and then using their tag like this is, all offence, weak as fuck. Like all you had to say was, na bro I don't promote pedo protags on this here blog, because I wholly agree with the premise of your argument given contexts (i.e., writing abusive relationships to show the evils, great; writing abusive relationships to show the romance, yikes).
This response is so, so comically shitty within the context of that tag, oh my god.
Something being nasty is not a good reason to ban fiction about it.
If we accept that "something being nasty is a good reason to bad fiction about it" then we give a foot in the door for all the people who truly, genuinely believe that queer people are nasty to ban all queer literature.
This is not about defending bad people this is about defending the freedom of good people from tyranny, you moron.
I think if you take it to its logical extreme. Say, banning people from writing stories of sexual abuse. That could then be said "well ANY talk about sexual abuse is bad."
And from that, you could ban books that talk about it irl. Or books like how to recover after being abuse. If its not something to be discussed AT ALL.
hey yall i just wanted to come on here and say if you request to follow me on twitter and you don’t have your age or some other indicator that you’re over 18 in your bio, i won’t approve the request! pls and thank u 💕
anon... thank you so much for your patience with this request. but here it is <3
name something you like your girlfriend to do to your face ✩ seobsoul
🔥pairing: jongseob x shota
🔥rating: 18+, !!!MDNI!!!
🔥 summary: shota asks jongseob to sit on his face. jongseob can't refuse.
🔥warnings: jongseob boypussy, oral sex, facesitting, established sexual relationship, face riding, masturbation (shota), friends with benefits, possibly idiots in love
🔥word count: 1.7k
🔥a/n: cross-posted to my ao3. follow me on twt if you want (absolutely no minors)!
“Yeah, just like that,” Shota breathes out, Jongseob grinding down gently against his lap. Jongseob’s wet, just absolutely soaking through his blue boyshort panties and onto Shota’s crotch, and Shota’s uncomfortably hard erection is trapped in between his own hips and Jongseob’s dripping cunt.
Earlier that day, when Shota had begged Jongseob to come hang out with him in his dorm and play video games, Jongseob had known it would end up like this. It always did. And Shota might not ever admit it, but this is all he ever wants.
“Nng–ah–” Jongseob pants, whining against Shota, his head falling forward onto the older’s strong shoulder, the TV still on but long forgotten.
“Jongseob,” Shota says, his smooth voice barely above a whisper, drowned out by the sounds of Jongseob’s breathy pleas.
“Hey,” Shota insists a little louder this time, and Jongseob leans his head back up, looking at Shota, expression impatient, frown lines marring his brow.
“Let me eat you out?” Shota asks, heart thudding in his chest. A smile pulls at the corners of Jongseob’s mouth.
He hesitates but only for a moment. “Okay,” he says, smiling that same smile that he always has for Shota.
The bed squeaks as Jongseob maneuvers his underwear off lazily, and Shota’s dick twitches at the sight of dark hair between his soft, small thighs. It looks like he hasn’t trimmed in a while. Shota’s pupils widen, his mouth watering.
Jongseob starts positioning himself to lie down but Shota stops him, settling him back into his lap as he scoots downward onto the bed underneath him, to lay down completely, his hips bracketed on either side by Jongseob’s legs.
“What are you doing?” Jongseob asks, not yet annoyed, but again, impatient. His biggest issue with Shota is his pace, the way he never seems to move fast enough, always trying to drag things out. Jongseob wishes he would just get on with things. He doesn’t want to think, doesn’t want to wait, just wants Shota’s tongue licking him open.
Shota doesn’t speak, just makes a low whine in the back of his throat that, if Jongseob were a little moodier today, would probably get on his nerves. But today, he thinks it’s cute. Most of the time he thinks Shota is cute, though he’ll never say that out loud.
Shota grabs Jongseob’s hips more firmly, strong fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, and scoots him upwards, towards his chest, until Jongseob’s nearly sitting on his throat. Shota wouldn’t mind suffocating to death under Jongseob’s weight, though.
Jongseob scoffs nervously, careful not to betray how rapidly his heart had begun to race in his ribcage. “Shota, I’m serious, knock it off.”
Shota clears his throat, looking up at Jongseob with feigned innocence, despite his obvious lack thereof.
“Sit on my face,” Shota says, point blank, no question, just a simple command. But it’s somehow not exactly bossy either.
Shota knows that no matter what they do, no matter how it happens, Jongseob’s always in charge. And he’s never really thought about it, about whether or not he prefers it that way, if he wished the roles were reversed, but it works. He likes the way things are. Likes that when he can’t make decisions or figure out what he wants, Jongseob chooses for him. But for some reason, today, it’s his turn to want something. And he wants it bad enough that he’s actually telling Jongseob what to do for once. But he’s thought about this for so long that he has to at least try.
Shota sees Jongseob lose his composure just for a split second, expression twitching slightly before settling into a warm blush as he runs a hand through his ashy blonde hair, the strands falling back into place to nearly cover his eyes. But Shota can see enough in that subtle expression to see that he’s got a chance.
“Okay. If you want,” Jongseob says, just as simply, after only a second, and Shota beams, flashing a smile full of charmingly crooked teeth as he helps Jongseob settle onto his mouth.
He smells Jongseob before he tastes him and as usual, he’s hit with a wave of arousal, hot blood pumping straight to his dick. The damp hair of Jongseob’s bush presses against his lips as he kisses into the sweet mess, juices coating his mouth. Jongseob hadn’t showered since the morning, and Shota prefers it like this, inhaling deeply, senses flooded with musk, sweat, and the sickeningly sweet flavor that’s just so undeniably Jongseob that it drives him insane.
Shota darts his tongue between the folds, pushing the hair out of the way as Jongseob sucks a sharp breath between his teeth, something in between a whimper and a gasp. He grabs at the hem of Jongseob’s shirt but Jongseob stalls, not seeming to want Shota to take it off.
But Shota feels drunk right now, he can’t get enough of Jongseob, he needs to taste him, feel him, see him, really see him. The last thought strikes him as he realizes they usually do this in the dark, or at least under the covers, and he begins to plead.
“You look so good. Please?” he says, pulling his mouth away for just a moment before licking agonizingly slow against Jongseob’s cunt.
Jongseob groans and rolls his eyes, removing his shirt quickly and Shota thinks he’s probably never, ever been this happy before. He wants Jongseob to suffocate him. If he never takes another breath, he wants to die with the taste of Jongseob on his lips.
But Jongseob never makes it that easy for Shota. Never lets go, not fully. His legs are tensing uncomfortably as he hovers over the guy’s mouth and he could probably come in this position if he could just relax, if he could just focus on the sensation of Shota’s tongue punishing his swollen clit, but it’s not like he’s actually supposed to like… sit, right? He wants to, though, his legs are aching and he’s not sure which sensation to focus on, when Shota interrupts his train of pleasure-ruining anxiety.
“Jongseob,” he says quietly, voice muffled as he lifts his head slightly to be able to speak. Jongseob stares down at him. “What’s up? Wanna stop?”
Shota scowls for a split second. “No. I want you to sit. Like my face is a chair… or…” he pauses, large brown eyes darting to the side before looking back up at him. “My lap. Relax like you’re grinding into my lap.”
“Won’t I–”
“No. Please just trust me,” Shota responds, eyes determined, and Jongseob is shocked to hear him be so forward, so unwavering in telling him what he wants. And despite his reservations, he concedes, feeling the muscles in his thighs relax as he settles his weight onto Shota’s face.
Nearly immediately, Shota’s mouth begins moving against Jongseob, tongue darting out to lick between his slick folds and push into his needy cunt. Jongseob braces himself against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as Shota slides his tongue in and out of him, eventually moving up to begin sucking on his clit again and by now, Jongseob can feel himself becoming undone, heat spreading through his body, head emptying entirely as Shota eats him out greedily, feverishly, in a way that he never has before.
Shota reaches a hand up to grip one of Jongseob’s hips to steady him, and Jongseob can feel Shota’s other hand reaching underneath his shorts to begin touching himself. Shota’s tongue gets sloppy, jerking distractedly from left to right without rhythm as he moans into Jongseob’s cunt, his hand working diligently to get himself off.
But Jongseob was so close, to the point that he’d be a little annoyed if Shota weren’t so hot, moaning against his pussy and touching himself like a horny teenager (even though technically, for the next month or so, he still is).
So maybe it’s the inconsistent sensations or maybe it’s how impossibly sexy Shota sounds or something else that makes Jongseob start grinding against his mouth but it’s exactly what he’s looking for. All of his reservations dissolve into thin air as he ruts against Shota’s face greedily, desperate for release, smearing himself all over Shota’s lips and still-moving tongue as his muscles start to tense, his whole body flushing as he feels his orgasm coming, just barely within his reach.
And when he does come, a shameful heat washes over his body at the way he rubs against Shota, his spread thighs trembling and jerking as the muscles contract and pleasure wracks his body with waves of ecstasy that have him crying out desperately, voice high-pitched and breathy and so, so pathetic.
He knows how much Shota likes when he’s vocal, so as he slows down the movements of his hips, Shota’s mouth never leaving his soaked pussy, he’s not surprised when Shota comes closely behind him, eyes squeezing shut and moaning against Jongseob, the choked whimpers vibrating pleasantly against him to the point of near overstimulation.
“Mmm,” Shota hums, exhaling a pleasantly deep sigh out his nose, eyes still shut, and Jongseob can tell that he’s smiling even before he lifts his hips to get off of him and find a couple of rags to wipe them both off.
And when they’re back in their clothes, controllers in their hands and a pleasant warmth in their limbs, Shota looks at Jongseob. Really looks at him, taking in the dry split ends of his bleach-damaged hair; the way he bites his bottom lip in concentration; the soft slope of his nose and the way his t-shirt hands so delicately on his shoulders. Shota smiles, not realizing he’s staring until Jongseob glances over at him with a slight scowl.
“What?” Jongseob asks, distracted as he looks back at the screen.
“Thanks. For that,” Shota half-whispers, half-mumbles, not even really sure of what he’s trying to say.
“Huh?” Jongseob asks, brows furrowed, glancing over at Shota briefly, clearly not hearing him over the sound of the tv.
“Nothing,” Shota responds with a small smile, his contented gaze lingering on Jongseob for a beat more, before looking at the screen and dropping it entirely.
🔥 summary: keeho won't stop fucking around. jongseob can't admit that he wants him all to himself.
🔥warnings: toxic situationship, unhealthy relationship dynamic, minor violence (a single punch to the face), jongseob treats keeho like a cheater but he didn't technically cheat, minor injury, rough kissing, rough sex, hate sex, anal sex, anal fingering, top kim jongseob, bottom yoon keeho
🔥word count: 2.4k
🔥a/n: hi guys! sorry i've been gone so long, the twitter mob came for me and i had to deactivate my main and it's just been so much of a mess that i've had a hard time sitting down and writing much. but this was one piece i was able to finish and polish after it sat in my drafts for a while. it's been written in collaboration with my bff leepace <3
we threw the first part of this together during a game of frantic fanfic and i cleaned it up and wrote the rest of it! they also wrote one with the same exact process, so please check out their works to read theirs (it's also a keeseob hatefuck fic!!)
for anyone who's given me kind/encouraging words these past few weeks, i appreciate you more than you know. thank you, thank you, thank you <3
this fic is cross-posted to my ao3
you can request to follow me on twt (no minors)
"You fucking dick ," Jongseob spat, glaring at Keeho through his overgrown bangs. Keeho didn't respond, just smiled back, his eyes sly, calculating, sizing up the younger man. The air in Jongseob’s bedroom was stiflingly hot, the afternoon sun beating through the windows and coating everything in an angry orange glow.
"What, nothing to say for yourself? That’s a first," Jongseob said, a hint of hurt behind his eyes. Keeho's expression faltered just for a moment, then snapped back to his usual arrogant smirk.
"What do you want me to do, apologize for sleeping with Intak? You and I never agreed to be exclusive. You knew that, going into this."
Jongseob stepped back, as if Keeho's words had physically pushed him. He knew Keeho was right, and yet when his thoughts drifted to picturing the older man with someone else, Jongseob's vision blurred with rage. He didn't care if they weren’t exclusive. He wanted Keeho all to himself.
"I know we never agreed to anything,” Jongseob mumbled sullenly, “but I do want you to apologize."
Keeho scoffed, clearly holding back laughter. " Apologize? For what? If you were so obsessed with me, you should have just told me. It's not my fault you're such a baby and still can't express your feelings like an adult. Just like always.”
crack!
Jongseob's fist flew before he realized what he was doing, and within a split second, it was connecting with the left side of Keeho's face, nearly knocking the man completely off balance.
He knew he should apologize, knew that Keeho could call the cops right then and there and get him arrested for assault, but instead, Keeho just hissed, clutching his cheek, and looked back at him with a wicked grin.
"See, now that's what I'm talking about, pretty boy."
"I told you to stop calling me that," Jongseob growled.
It was like Keeho didn't hear him, not even slightly phased by his angry pleas. It had always been like this. Jongseob never seemed to learn.
"But I thought you knew I like it when you toss me around," Keeho said, quieter now, his voice just above a whisper.
Gritting his teeth, Jongseob couldn't keep the blood from rushing towards his groin when Keeho spoke to him like this. And it didn't help when Keeho came closer to him to take one of his hands into his own, placing Jongseob's hand on top of where he had struck him moments earlier.
"Listen kid, I actually am sorry for hurting you. I know you probably don't believe it, but that wasn't my intention," Keeho said, his voice surprisingly softer than before.
Jongseob scowled, but maintained eye contact with Keeho, not moving his hand from where Keeho had placed it on his cheek.
Keeho looked at Jongseob's lips, then back up to his eyes, still full of pent-up rage that was begging to be released.
"Let me make it up to you?" Keeho asked, dropping Jongseob's hand.
But Jongseob crossed his arms and frowned, eyes leaving Keeho’s to stare at the cluttered floor. "No. I think we're done. I'm tired of this,” he said, voice shaky with anger. “I'm tired of you not being mine."
Jongseob's eyes widened with panic as shame washed over him, mixing him with the overwhelming heat to render him a sweaty mess.
"I mean. That's not what I--"
"Yours?" Keeho asked seductively. "You want me all to yourself, huh?"
Jongseob rolled his eyes and sighed loudly in defeat. "Yes, you fucking idiot! God, why are you so dense?"
Keeho ignored the younger man's scolding and leaned in further, looking slightly down into his eyes. "Alright. Make me yours, then."
Darkness flashed in Jongseob’s eyes for just a split second before he reached out to grab the fabric of Keeho’s shirt, yanking him towards himself and into a kiss, as he forced Keeho’s mouth open with a hunger that was both indelicate and angry. Despite the fact that Keeho was taller and stronger than Jongseob, he gave in to Jongseob’s rage, allowing his mouth to be ruined by the messy kiss, the younger’s sharp fang poking into the soft flesh of Keeho’s bottom lip.
Jongseob shoved Keeho away suddenly, looking like he’d just been in a trance, and Keeho caught a glimpse of desperate vulnerability on his face before it turned back to the scowl from before.
“ Fuck you ,” Jongseob hissed, voice dripping with resentment. He ran an exasperated hand through his messy blonde hair, which was slightly damp with sweat. “Fuck you, and fuck this. I’m not falling for this bullshit again.”
Keeho scoffed, unable to stifle bitter laughter. “Falling for what ? Like I said, if you want to be exclusive, all you have to do is say so.”
Jongseob stomped towards Keeho, even though the only reason Keeho was steps away from him was because Jongseob had shoved him backwards.
“What I want, ” Jongseob began, pointing a finger sharply against Keeho’s chest, his voice shaking, “...is for you to stop being such a fucking whore.”
Keeho bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, because something in him relished the ability to get Jongseob so riled up like this. He could feel himself getting hard in his pants, his ability to think clearly slipping away with each passing moment. He put a hand on his hip and cocked his head to the side, his gaze piercing into Jongseob.
“Make me,” Keeho said with an obnoxious smirk.
And that was all it took for the tension built up inside of Jongseob to snap, overflowing with anger, resentment, and lust as he grabbed Keeho’s collar and yanked him into another painful kiss, all teeth and tongue and imprecision, before shoving him away and starting to undo the older man’s belt buckle.
The clank of Keeho’s belt hitting the floor was nearly muffled by the heat of the sweltering room. Jongseob’s heartbeat rang in his ears as he unbuttoned Keeho’s pants, jerked them down his hips along with his boxers, and spun him around before shoving him forward onto the bed.
Keeho laughed as his face hit the wrinkled sheets of Jongseob’s bed, the comforter all tangled and messy, shoved off to the side unceremoniously. “That’s more like it,” Keeho teased, before yelping at the sharp blow from Jongseob’s open palm to his ass.
“Shut it,” Jongseob said through gritted teeth as he pulled himself out of his baggy jeans and began to stroke himself hurriedly. “Get yourself ready. Hurry up,” Jongseob ordered as Keeho spit on his hand and reached back obediently to open himself up, his fingers rushed and sloppy.
In no time, Keeho was a whimpering mess, asshole swallowing three of his fingers as Jongseob stroked his own cock with one hand and palmed at Keeho’s ass with the other, selfishly enjoying the view.
Keeho had scarcely pulled his fingers out of himself before he heard Jongseob tear open a condom wrapper. The younger man let out a quiet grunt as he stroked a mess of lube onto himself and pressed the throbbing head of his cock against Keeho’s hole. He took a breath before pushing his hips forward and sighed loudly as the head popped past Keeho’s entrance and began to slide in.
Jongseob sunk into Keeho’s heat inch by inch before his hips met the soft flesh of Keeho’s ass. He held onto Keeho’s hips for leverage as he waited. As angry as Jongseob was, he still didn’t want to hurt Keeho. Not like this, at least.
And so he remained there as motionless as possible, the tender skin of his hips starting to stick to Keeho’s, the damp hair itchy on the back of his neck, with nothing but the sound of their labored breathing filling the room. That, and low buzz of traffic outside.
Keeho cleared his voice, and before he even said anything, before he even needed to say anything, Jongseob was pulling back and slamming into him with enough force to nearly knock Keeho’s arms off balance. He braced himself as Jongseob quickened his pace, his hips aching with the pressure of the man’s fingertips pressing into him for leverage.
Keeho started to whine from the brutal pace that Jongseob had set, the sensation simultaneously heavenly and entirely overwhelming. Suddenly, the back of his head stung and it took him a split second before he realized that Jongseob had a fistful of his dark hair, roughly pulling his head upwards and backwards. Keeho couldn’t help crying out, the pain mingling with pleasure.
“You’re such… a fucking… slut,” Jongseob growled in between thrusts, his voice punctuated by the loud, angry slap of his hips against Keeho’s ass.
“Yeah,” Keeho responded, voice strained with effort and pain, “you like it, though.”
“Shut up, god,” Jongseob replied, voice low and strained as he let go of Keeho’s hair to shove a couple fingers in Keeho’s mouth. Keeho nearly choked at the awkward angle, sucking the younger’s fingers, wondering briefly when the last time was that he’d washed his hands.
After several seconds, Jongseob removed his fingers and went back to his desperate effort to fuck the brattiness out of Keeho. Little did he know how hopeless it would be.
Mid thrust, as Jongseob pulled back, Keeho timed his movements perfectly so that he jutted his hips forward, Jongseob’s dick coming out of his ass entirely as he made a confused noise and stumbled forward against Keeho.
Keeho flipped around onto his back and manhandled Jongseob onto himself, reaching down to line Jongseob’s dick up against his ass again and start guiding him back inside.
“Hngh–what are you–” Jongseob complained as he slid back into Keeho with an exasperated sigh. Keeho pulled his own shirt over his head before reaching for Jongseob’s hem and helping him off with his, too.
Perfect, Keeho thought, trying to make eye contact despite Jongseob’s obvious avoidance. Right where I want you . Naked, vulnerable, wide open.
Keeho knew that Jongseob couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Not like this.
Jongseob hooked his arms under each of Keeho’s legs to gain better access and went back to work, his pace much less punishing at this angle, each thrust eliciting a breathy moan from the older man. He couldn’t help but eventually look down at Keeho’s face, and as much as he hated it, the sight took his breath away. Keeho’s lids were heavy as he looked up at Jongseob, and his bangs were glued to his forehead in a sweaty mess. His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, and he could nearly see the lust surging through Jongseob’s body.
Jongseob hated how helpless he was against Keeho, and the way he never got the last word in, even when he knew he was right. Hated the constant attitude, the gaslighting, and the fact that despite it all, Jongseob kept coming back. Every single time.
A swollen bruise had begun to bloom on Keeho’s flushed cheek, with angry shades of red and light purple, and Jongseob released one of Keeho’s legs to touch it with his thumb, cradling Keeho’s face. He pressed on it lightly, and Keeho winced, sucking air through his teeth with a scowl.
“I’m– ahh! -- sorry. I’m sorry,” Keeho said breathlessly, and Jongseob quickened his pace and leaned down to bury his face in the crook of Keeho’s neck.
“Don’t,” Jongseob replied, voice muffled against Keeho’s sweaty skin.
“If–you want me,” Keeho said, “then I’m yours.”
Jongseob brought his face up to look at Keeho’s, his eyes stinging with angry, unshed tears that he didn’t dare allow to fall. He searched Keeho’s face and kicked himself inwardly for the way he felt his resolve slipping.
“I told you, I’m done with your shit,” Jongseob responded, anger burning in his chest and pleasure coursing through his dick as he continued fucking Keeho, the emotions mingling so chaotically that he could barely see straight.
Keeho didn’t respond, just grabbed the back of Jongseob’s head and pulled him into a kiss that was different from the ones they’d had just minutes before. Jongseob’s mouth was more pliant this time, licking into Keeho’s mouth immediately. And even though he fought for dominance in the kiss, there was something more to it. Something subtle and unnameable.
Keeho felt Jongseob’s breathing speed up, felt him let out small moans against his mouth and he knew he had to be close. So Keeho pulled away from the kiss to suck marks into Jongseob’s neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive skin until Jongseob came with a strangled moan. And as Jongseob pulled out and immediately walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, Keeho jerked himself off unceremoniously for several seconds more before coming all over his own stomach.
Jongseob came out of the bathroom and pitched a rag at Keeho. It landed right on his stomach in the sticky mess, and Keeho laughed quietly as he wiped himself up.
“The fuck are you laughing at?” Jongseob asked, his voice bitter and angry yet again.
Unspoken words hung heavy in the thick, hot air as they both put their sweaty clothes back on.
Keeho sat on the edge of Jongseob’s bed and stared up at him. Jongseob simply leaned against the wall and scrolled on his phone, looking distracted and bored, but Keeho knew he was anything but.
Keeho stood up and walked over to Jongseob, positioning himself so that they were standing face to face. Jongseob sighed and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, crossed his arms, and finally looked up at Keeho. Keeho noted the way Jongseob chewed on his lower lip. He only ever did that when he was nervous.
Keeho placed his hands gingerly on Jongseob’s hips, and rubbed his sides lightly before bringing a hand up to Jongseob’s hair and beginning to tuck a lock behind his ear but Jongseob swatted his hand away.
“You can go, now,” Jongseob said, voice monotone. Keeho rolled his eyes and scoffed, smiling wickedly. “Jongseob, come on–”
“I want you to leave,” Jongseob interrupted, voice wavering and Keeho swore he saw wetness in the corners of his eyes.
“Okay, fine, fine,” Keeho replied, holding his hands up in surrender, “I’ll go.”
PLEASE I need a smutty soul × reader with a shy awkward inexperience soul 🙏🏻🙏🏻
omg ANON
An inexperienced Shota would be soo cute. His giant boba eyes would be trained on you, watching your every move like a well trained puppy. They were telling you everything that was running through his head; nervous ifs and buts as you helped him take his pants off, bashful twinkles pairing with a warm blush that had spread across his cheeks, a look of hunger when you unclasped your bra.
He'd continuously ask you questions, making sure he was doing everything right. "Like this?" "Does this feel good?" "Are you doing alright?" His touch was so gentle, like you were a porcelain doll he was afraid might break in his grasp. He wanted everything to be perfect for you, his shaking fingers displaying how nervous he actually was.
He would be quiet at first, with only breathy moans exiting Shota's lips. After finding his rhythm he'd get more vocal, letting out deep gasps and drawn out groans. Much like his voice, his hands would be still, anchoring himself against your hips. When his thrusts quickened, his hands would roam, snaking their way up your stomach to reach your chest. Kneeding at the soft flesh, he'd get bold, flicking the pads of his thumbs against your nipples. He loved watching your reaction, wanting to gauge how his touch made you react.
There wouldn't be much outside of missionary, but that's totally okay. Shota wanted to try all the posistions, you did too, but he didn't want to start with that. He wanted to watch you, see how his touch made you react and how you trembled underneath him. He wouldn't be able to last to turn you around or get you on top, and it felt too good to stop anyway.
I believe Shota's one of if not the best at after care in piwon, and experience doesn't play a factor in it. He knows how to be a gentleman, getting you a towel or a change of clothes within minutes of coming inside of you. He'd love to shower together after; the feeling of your nails racking through his hair as you lathered shampoo on his scalp was like no other post-orgasm.
Shota's shy tendencies would shine through again after drying off with everything settling. A blush would appear when the two of you got back into bed, your hands wrapping around his waist as you snuggled up. He'd sit there quietly, hand gripping around your shoulder, trying to relive the moments that just played out.
So I'm still relatively new to writing for this fandom, but I've been writing and writing fanfiction for the majority of my life. For me, it's always been something I've seen as an escape and it's just supposed to be fun. I've always loved story telling and creating characters and building worlds. I love writing with my friends and workshopping together and bouncing ideas off of each other and making each other laugh, cry, etc. Writing is and has always been one of my love languages. I love telling stories and sharing them with people who might be interested in them, and I was really enjoying the things I was writing and posting on here.
Over the holiday weekend, my fics were exposed and shared repeatedly on a different social media platform, and I was immediately branded as a disgusting predator that Jongseob needs to be protected from. Full transparency, my age is in my bio and always has been, but I am 27 about to be 28. I found and got into P1Harmony back in April of this year and all the members were adults by that point. I really and truly appreciate everyone who has supported me on here and especially all the love I've gotten on my two Seob fics. I am fully aware of the distinction between fantasy and reality when it comes to writing fanfiction, and when I'm writing I see it as characters in a story. That's no different now that I'm writing for P1Harmony.
I'm honestly still reeling from this whole thing, and from being chased out of what I considered to be a safe space to love and support one of my favorite groups. At the moment, I'm not really sure if I'm going to continue writing on here, but I need more time to really make a concise decision regarding that. If the idea of me writing for Jongseob makes any of you uncomfortable, I completely understand and respect that opinion, and I am sorry for any discomfort I may have caused. All I ask is that going forward that we don't immediately turn our discomfort into an excuse to spew needless hate, and I mean this in regard to all writers. You can disagree with and not like something without attacking someone over it. There's a very real and very important difference between something making you uncomfortable and something that actually threatens someone's safety, and I ask you to please take that into consideration next time you come across something that you maybe don't agree with or like.
I'd really love it if we could continue having a safe and supportive space for writers and readers in this community because I think that can really lead to something so beautiful. I've met some of my very best friends and some of the best people through writing, and I'll always be grateful for having those opportunities to form those relationships.
Thank you for taking the time to read this if you do and for hearing me out. I hope we can all continue showing each other love and support and sharing new and fun stories and finding new worlds to escape into.
i’ll be coming out with a statement of my own to hopefully clear some things up but for now, this is from my sweet friend who got caught up in the witch hunt. for my followers: feel free to dm me if you have questions in the meantime.
Everything changed between you and your best friend after a freak Halloween candy mishap. Now you're left wondering if you should run from that change or run with it.
🩵 Pairing: bestfriend!kimjongseob (candycurse!kimjongseob) x reader
🩵 Word Count: 3.5k
🩵 Genre: Smut, pwp, fluff, minor angst, besties to lovers
🩵 Rating: 18+
🩵 Warnings: Making out, explicit language, it gets angsty briefly sorry 🥹, Seob is so soft and sweet in this ughhhh 🫠, grinding, marking, biting, groping, lots of teasing, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, scratching, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum eating, soft but chaotic ending as always 🤩
A/N: Was hoping to finish this in time for Seob's bday but it ended up being a little late 🥹 This was supposed to be a drabble for Candy Curse but my severe yapitis just turned it into a follow up fic instead 😂 Thank you so much to everyone who read and supported Candy Curse, you're all so sweet and lovely and I appreciate you so much 🥺🩵 Hope you enjoy this if you decide to give it a read 🥰
Masterlist
When you’d invited Jongseob over to your place to hang out, you’d really had every intention of doing just that. But ever since your little Halloween candy incident a few weeks ago, “hanging out” always ended up leading to hot and heavy make out sessions with your best friend either on top of or underneath you. And today definitely hadn’t been an exception.
Jongseob was beaming when he pulled back from your mouth, his pretty pink lips wet and swollen. You brushed back his bangs that had started to fall over his eyes, a giggle escaping you, “What are you smiling at?”
“I just really like kissing you,” he said, his cheeks flushing adorably, “like a lot.”
Your heart noticeably stuttered in your chest. The two of you still had yet to talk about where exactly this was going. You’d been a little too busy fooling around at every given opportunity, and further complicating your friendship.
If you were being honest, you could really feel yourself starting to fall for him more and more every time you were together. And it scared the absolute shit out of you. Especially because you really weren’t sure where Jongseob was at with all of this. You were too afraid of ruining what you had by risking bringing up how you were feeling. So for now you just allowed yourself to indulge in this time with him.
“Well, the feeling is definitely mutual.”
Your favorite little crooked tooth poked out as he grinned down at you. Your hand settled on the back of his neck before pulling him back down to your lips. Jongseob grunted against your mouth, hands harshly gripping your waist. He shifted on top of you slightly, his erection brushing against your thigh and making you gasp softly. You would never get over how hard he got just from kissing you like this, and the fact that you were able to have that effect on him. You also always got wet embarrassingly fast, so he clearly had the same kind of power over you.
“Shit.” Jongseob hissed as soon as his fingers slipped inside your panties, discovering the evidence for himself.
His digits swept through your folds before teasingly circling your clit, and you whined underneath him.
“You’re always so wet, fuck, it’s so hot.” he groaned, burying his face in your neck and mouthing along the skin there.
“Seob, please.” you begged breathlessly as your hips instinctively followed the movement of his fingers.
His head suddenly shot up, and his dark eyes were hazy with desire as he looked down at you, “Let me eat you out.”
You blinked back at him in surprise, your face heating at his request.
“W-What?”
“Please. Been dying to feel you come on my tongue. Can’t get your taste out of my head, ever since that first time.” he went on, his wet muscle swiping over his lips as he talked, making you shiver below him.
Just the thought of his cute little fluffy head between your legs had you going out of your mind with want, but it also felt terrifyingly intimate. Maybe too intimate. Like if you let him do this, then you would be a goner for sure. You were already on the verge of being down bad beyond repair…
It really didn't help matters that you also had never actually come from oral alone before either. Mainly because you were usually too up in your head to focus on the pleasure. Making Jongseob feel bad about not being able to get you there was the last thing you wanted. Fuck, why did you have to make everything so complicated with him.
“Seob, you really don’t have to. It’s okay.” you tried assuring him, but it just seemed to confuse him as he pouted back at you.
“Baby, I want to, really.”
God the pet name. He really was going to be the death of you. Jongseob seemed to suddenly notice the emotions warring inside you because his hand stopped its movements between your legs, moving to rest on your thigh instead.
“Y/N, talk to me. What's going on?” he asked gently as his thumb smoothed comforting circles over your skin.
Your face felt like it was on fire, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.
“Seob, listen, I, um, I've never… God, this is so embarrassing!” you cried, your hands coming up to cover your face.
It was silent for several moments. You peeked up at him through your fingers and saw that he was still trying to work out the meaning behind your words. His concentrated expression was so damn cute that it made your chest hurt. His eyes suddenly widened in understanding, and his cheeks mirrored your own with how deeply they flushed.
“Oh.”
You let out a frustrated sigh, “I know, I’m a total freak.”
Jongseob chuckled before reaching for you to pull you to sit up with him. You were the older of the two of you, but right now it felt like the opposite as he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“You're not a freak. Well, I mean, you're still you, so you are.” he teased, earning a glare from you, “But not for that. Can I ask, do you just not like it?”
He was being so sweet and trying so hard to comfort you, and it was kind of killing you.
“It's not that I don't like it…” you trailed off, your voice quiet.
Jongseob looked at you with all the patience in the world as he waited for you to go on.
“I guess it's just, fuck, like I'm usually too busy overthinking to be able to enjoy it. So I've never been able to get there.” you finished, wishing you could crawl out of your skin.
Jongseob appeared to be contemplating how to respond, and you honestly couldn't blame him.
“Too busy overthinking? Yeah, that does sound like you.” the man sitting in front of you quipped, and you immediately swatted his arm in retaliation.
He squealed as he dodged your next attack attempt before breaking into a fit of giggles. You couldn't help but laugh along with him. This dynamic was just so familiar and comfortable.
“Seriously though Y/N, I don't think you're weird for feeling that way. Maybe it truly just isn't for you, or maybe you just haven't found the right partner yet. Either way, you're still entitled to feeling how you feel.”
You'd obviously been seeing him differently lately, but just when had he grown up so much? And when had he become so caring and sweet and infuriatingly attractive. Ugh.
Plus him saying partner had your heart pounding violently against your rib cage. You were so incredibly fucked. It was about time you just started accepting it. You had feelings for your best friend, and rather than going away over time, they were only getting stronger.
“Hey, Seob?” you spoke up, hoping you’d be able to get the words out before you lost your nerve.
“Hmm?”
He was giving you his full attention, curiosity sparking across his features. You pushed down your building nausea as the words spilled out of you, “I think I want to date.”
His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed several times.
“W-Wait. You mean like m-me? You want to d-date me?” he eventually stuttered out.
“O-Only if you want to date me.” you replied equally as eloquently.
Jongseob was getting redder by the second, and you couldn't help but think that you’d just made a huge mistake. He groaned before letting his head fall back, and panic started to spread throughout your entire body.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed loudly.
You immediately tried to backpedal as fast as possible.
“Seob, hey, it's okay. Just forget I said anything okay? I don't know what I was thinking.” you rambled, nervous laughter escaping you.
His head snapped back up, and now he was the one looking panicked.
“God, no, wait, that's not, that's not it at all. Shit, I’m so bad at this.” he said, raking a frustrated hand through his dual toned hair, “Y/N, listen. I was planning on asking you out. But I wanted to be way cooler and way more collected than I am right now when I did it. I just was having a hard time working up the courage in case you said no, and yeah, hah, you just kinda beat me to it I guess.”
You felt so fond as you took in the man in front of you, letting his words sink in fully. A dumb grin broke out across your face before you could stop it.
“Okay, now what are you smiling at?” he queried in confusion, echoing your earlier question back to you.
You gently placed a hand on his cheek before leaning in to kiss him, Jongseob sighing against your lips. When you pulled back, he was noticeably calmer, but still seemed mildly confused.
“I just can't believe I’ve been cursed to have a crush on a loser trapped in a hot man’s body.”
Your best friend frowned at you, and you giggled at how adorable he was.
“Choosing to ignore the loser comment and focusing on the fact that you think I’m hot and have a crush on me.” Jongseob remarked, flashing you a cocky smirk.
You laughed and shook your head, arms winding around his neck, “It’s okay, Seobie. You’re still a hot loser, but you’re my hot loser.”
“Hey!” he cried defensively, but you were quickly shutting him up by reconnecting your mouths once again.
As soon as your tongue pushed past his lips, he was immediately using his body to frantically pin you back down against the sheets. The bulge in his pants brushed right against your covered core, and you gasped into the kiss. Jongseob repeated the movement, moaning into your mouth when your hips rose up to meet him.
Your hands were shaking slightly as they went to pull up his loose white tank, and Jongseob broke away momentarily to slip the garment over his head. Every time he bared himself to you like this, all you could think about was how pretty he was. He had the most beautiful collar bones, and they had kind of become somewhat of an obsession of yours. The spots of color you’d left on him last time still had yet to fade from his skin. You must have been ogling for a little too long because you heard Jongseob chuckle, and it pulled you out of your trance.
“Careful Y/N, your marking kink is showing.”
“As if you don’t love seeing where I’ve been.” you taunted back, making a show of slowly unzipping your hoodie.
His eyes darkened at the sight of your exposed breasts. You went on teasing him as you trailed your fingers over your hardening nipples as well as the various marks littering your own chest.
“I know I sure love seeing all your little reminders later.”
“Fuck. Baby, please.” he practically whimpered, and you felt drunk on this power you had over him.
“Please what, Seobie?” you asked sweetly.
“Please, will you let me try? I promise I’ll stop immediately if you don’t like it. I just, I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”
He sounded so desperate and so whiny, and it had you clenching around nothing. You found that you were curious if Jongseob would be able to change your mind about the act. Plus, when he was asking so nicely, you felt like there wasn’t much if anything that you would refuse him on. You sighed in defeat, even though internally you were tingling with excitement.
“Okay, Seob, you win.”
His face lit up and he smiled proudly, crooked canine jutting from his bottom lip. You playfully rolled your eyes, “Hurry up before I change my mind.”
He saluted you, and you couldn’t help but start giggling. Your hot loser indeed.
His weight settled back over you before he leaned down to kiss you. You groaned softly as you felt his hands greedily grabbing at your tits, and Jongseob took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. He didn’t linger for long though, his lips sliding over your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest. He gave kitten licks to one of your nipples while his hands traveled lower to begin tugging down your leggings and underwear. You sat up so that you could help pull them down your legs before laying back against the sheets, now completely bare.
Jongseob’s eyes blew out slightly as they roamed over your figure, and you noticed his cock straining against his jeans. You looped a finger through one of his belt loops, “Need these off. Now.”
“You know, if we’re gonna date, we’re really gonna have to talk about how you sexualize me all the time.” Jongseob whined as he stood up beside the bed.
“Shut up and strip, Seob.” you retorted, raising your eyebrows suggestively.
He tried to keep up the act, pouting at you while he shimmied out of his jeans, but you still managed to catch his shy little smile. He still had his blue boxers on, and you were about to say something to give him shit about it. But then all thoughts left your head at the feeling of his tongue running a line up your stomach, one of his hands roughly palming at your breast. You squirmed as he placed loving kisses all over your tummy and hips. Jongseob’s free hand dipped between your thighs to cup your dripping cunt, and your back arched at the sensation.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I can do this to you. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over it.” he said in awe.
He used both hands to grip your thighs and open yourself up to him, and your legs began to tremble in anticipation. Jongseob’s lips gently brushed your inner thigh, “Relax, baby. Just let me take care of you.”
It was really hard to relax when his mouth was sucking fresh marks into your skin, his tongue soothing the sore flesh immediately after.
“Seob.” you gasped out, shutting your eyes as you tried to brace yourself.
“Hey,” Jongseob piped up, giving a soft tap to one of your thighs, “look at me for a second.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and you did your best to focus on him. His two toned hair was a fluffy mess, threatening to fall over his eyes again, and tickling the inside of your thighs. He looked up at you with so much affection that it actually felt like your heart might burst, and your favorite tooth was sticking out in the way you had to come to love.
“Remember, if it doesn’t feel good, tell me and I’ll stop, okay? We can stop whenever you want, I mean it.”
You exhaled a shaky breath, “Okay, I’m ready.”
Jongseob pressed one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before finally putting his mouth on you. You hissed as he licked at your slick folds, one of your hands instinctively tangling in his hair while the other clutched at the pillow under your head. The man between your legs moaned into your cunt as his tongue pushed inside you.
“Seob, fuck, oh my god!” you cried out, nails scratching against his scalp.
Jongseob briefly surfaced and you groaned at the sight of his shiny lips.
“That was a good oh my god right?”
“Yes. Please, Seobie, don’t stop.” you pleaded, guiding his head back down.
He dove in much more confidently this time, using his hold on your thighs to spread your legs wider and give him even better access. The way his tongue hungrily fucked into you had you writhing and panting on the bed. And every time his nose bumped against your clit, it sent a little jolt through you.
“Taste so fucking good, princess.” Jongseob murmured, and your face instantly flushed at the newest pet name, “Shit. Even better than I remember.”
You whimpered, your hips bucking against his face and making him grunt as he continued devouring you. This was the first time this had ever felt good, and the sensation was overwhelmingly intense. A scream tore from your throat as soon as you felt Jongseob’s lips close around your swollen clit.
“Holy shit…wait…is that…still good?”
“Oh my god, Jongseob, if you don’t keep going and make me come, I’m actually going to kill you.” you threatened, but it came out as more of a needy whine than anything else.
“Fuck, okay. Just wanted to make sure.”
His tongue flicked over your bud in quick strokes, and you were in disbelief that he was really going to get you there. Your moans mixed together until you couldn’t even tell who they belonged to anymore.
“So close, Seob, fuck.”
“Look at me, princess.” he requested suddenly, and you clenched at how low and rough his voice sounded.
You knew it would be your undoing, but you glanced down anyway. And sure enough, you nearly came on the spot.
You barely even recognized Jongseob, looking so fucked out with his face covered in your arousal and something truly wild glinting in his dark eyes. He held your gaze as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, and you tugged harshly at his wavy strands. You did your best to keep watching him until you couldn't anymore, throwing your head back against the pillow and sobbing his name as you fell apart.
Jongseob refused to let up, lapping at your release like he was in some kind of drunken trance.
“S-Seob…t-too much…” you said weakly, but your words didn't seem to register to him at all.
His face stayed buried in your cunt, all his little groans and whimpers vibrating through you. Before you knew it, you were coming again, your body falling slack against the sheets soon after.
“Oh my god, baby. Fuck, Y/N.” Jongseob half babbled half moaned before finally letting his head drop to rest on top of your thigh.
You affectionately ran your fingers through his hair because that was all you had the energy for at the moment, and Jongseob hummed in content.
“I bet you're gonna try to say that was just the candy, huh?”
God, he was such a little shit. And you were down horrendous for him.
You laughed in disbelief, “Actually, you brat, I was going to say that you’ve officially changed my mind about being eaten out. But you know what, maybe you're right. Maybe it was just the candy.”
“Whateverrrr. Just admit I just gave you the best head of your life, you freak.” he shot back, lightly biting your thigh in reproach.
You were too spent to keep arguing with him, and honestly he wasn't wrong. But you would never tell him that. So instead, you just ruffled the hell out of his hair until he got so annoyed that he ducked out of your reach.
“Ah shit.” he said under his breath once he was sitting up again.
You glanced at him, feeling confused, but then oh. All of his attention has been on making you feel good, and he had completely neglected himself.
“Aw, Seobie, come here” you called gently, reaching out for him, “let me take care of you.”
He blushed furiously and turned away from you.
“No, it's uh, it's okay. I’m fine, really.” he mumbled, sounding almost embarrassed.
You slowly sat up, but he stayed facing away from you.
“Baby, let me help, please. You made me feel so good, I wanna return the favor.”
Jongseob peeked over his shoulder at you, his cheeks still tinted pink.
“Seob, what is it?” you queried as you scooted closer to him.
“Ugh, fuuuuck. This really isn't going to help my loser image.” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.
You chuckled, resting your chin on his shoulder, “What isn't?”
Jongseob let out the world's longest sigh before gesturing at the lower half of his body. Your eyes went wide as you took in the giant wet spot staining the front of his boxers. Then you noticed the trail of cum dripping down his leg. Fuck.
“Wait, Seob, you really came just from that?” you asked incredulously.
“Can we please not talk about it?” he whined, his hands trying to cover up the evidence.
“Why?” you pressed, nipping at his shoulder, “I think it's fucking hot.”
Jongseob frowned back at you.
“Please don't lie just to make me feel better.”
“I'm not lying.” you insisted as you reached down to trail a finger up his leg.
Jongseob stared at you dumbfounded as you gathered his cum on your finger before sliding the digit into your mouth to lick it clean.
“You're fucking insane.”
You gave a nonchalant shrug, “What can I say? I think it's sexy when a guy creams his pants.”
The man next to you visibly cringed, and you giggled like a maniac.
“You really are a freak.”
“Yeah, but I'm your freak.”
“Yeah. And I'm your hot loser.”
“Correction. You're my hot loser boyfriend.”
Jongseob beamed at that, his crooked tooth poking out adorably, and his face flushing once more.
i’m losing my mind i feel like i could run a marathon and lift a car and defeat an army right now with the adrenaline running through my body YOOUUUU ARE INSAAAAANE OH MY GOD
to anyone who’s submitted requests, i am not ignoring you, i’ve just been working on my longer chaptered fic on ao3! i will get to them eventually, i promise 💕
listen ☝🏻 long distance with keeho would be so crazy because why is this man face timing you at the wrong time? you're here looking like a beggar and he would be like "fit check of the day u should send yours too! 😁" no keeho u forgot some of us are NOT YOU and we don't wake up looking like that
oh keeho (¬_¬")
At first it would be an accident, but there’d come a point where you knew he was doing it on purpose– wanting to see you with disheveled hair and the makeup you were too lazy to wash completely off the night before. You’d scold him, telling him he knew better than to call before you even could brush your teeth. He’d never admit that he liked that part too.
When you would ask for him to call back later, Keeho would ignore it, knowing you were too nice to hang up on him when he showed off his outfit of the day. They were always better than the previous day, never losing his touch to look amazing, but you had to hold in some of your compliments to not inflate his ego any larger than it already was. His persistent request to see what you were wearing wouldn't stop until you showed how you had fallen asleep in one of his t-shirts he had left the last time he visited.
Whenever you would be on facetime with Keeho, he’d play his favorite songs, always having music play in the background. It was like you could tell what mood he was in on any particular day just based on whatever he was playing. He’d make you curated playlists, specifically songs that made him think of you or ones he’d know you’d love. “Here's one for when you’re missing me,” he’d say one night before texting you a spotify link. “And here's one for when you’re too busy to even think about me.”
He is SO the boyfriend that would send flowers to your work and pay to deliver dinner to you whenever he was thinking about you or if you were having a rough week. You couldn't complain about being too lazy to cook unless you wanted your favorite Chinese take out sitting on your doorstep in less than 30 minutes.
Then there’d be the text messages!!! He’d text you at 2AM your time just to ask if you were thinking about him >> “Are you awake? Maybe you’re dreaming about me?” It would be impossible not to reply, no matter how delirious you were, sending a quick text back telling him you knew he knew what time it was. It was always playful, with you usually anticipating Keeho’s timezone blindness.
Every chance he managed to take, Keeho would book the earliest flight to get the two of you together as soon as possible. When he would fly to you, sometimes he’d keep it a secret, showing up unexpectedly to completely surprise you. He loved the way your brain had to register that he was really standing in front of you before jumping on top of him, showering him in a million kisses.
You and your boyfriend decide to make some late night sundaes, only to find that what you're really craving is each other
🍨 Pairing: boyfriend!hwangintak x reader
🍨 Word Count: 2.9k
🍨 Genre: Established relationship, smut, pwp, fluff, some humor
🍨 Rating: 18+
🍨 Warnings: Reader and Intak are both high lmao, explicit language, terrible innuendos because reader is h word for their boyfriend, scratching, making out, groping, hair pulling, biting, marking, teasing, use of a blindfold, food play, sub Intak, dom reader, temperature play, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (pls be safe ‼️), riding, praise, choking, it's soft at the end but also chaotic 🍒
A/N: Surprise 🎉 It's a few days late rip but this fic was supposed to be a bday present for my bestie @leepace 🥹🥳 I look up to and admire you and your writing so much and I feel so lucky and happy that we met 🥺 I can always feel safe just completely being myself with you and the other writer besties and it means the absolute world to me 🫶🏻 Thanks for always matching my freak 🤩 Ily bestie and I hope I was able to do your mans justice 🫡
P. S. I still have my Jongseob fic coming on day 28 for Kinktober so please look forward to that 👻
Masterlist
“Babe?”
Your boyfriend giggled cutely next to you, “What is it, love?”
“I fear we might be too high to do this.” you answered as you pouted back at him.
He leaned over and swiftly pecked your cheek, making your lips curl up into a small smile instead.
“Baby, we’re just making sundaes. It’s not like it’s rocket science.” he teased you with a raised brow.
“It might as well be.” you groaned, feeling intimidated as you took in everything laid out on the counter in front of you.
Two bowls, an opened container of vanilla ice cream, an ice cream scoop, a can of whipped cream, and three jars each containing caramel, hot fudge, and cherries stared back at you.
“You got this, love. They’re gonna taste so fucking good by the time we’re done.”
Your boyfriend handed you the scoop, and you reluctantly set to trying to scrape out some ice cream. It hadn’t softened enough yet though, and you felt yourself quickly getting frustrated again. The simplest tasks really became so daunting when you were high. You were starting to regret suggesting the late night sundaes in the first place.
“Takieeee.” you whined as the scoop stuck into the frozen dessert and refused to budge.
He chuckled at your distress, “My poor baby. Do you need some help?”
You just looked up at him with pleading eyes and nodded. Intak’s much larger hand wrapped around your own before guiding it back to the ice cream scoop, your combined strength making a significant difference.
“We just made that ice cream our bitch.” you declared proudly once you had scooped your desired amount into each bowl.
“Damn right we did, baby.” your boyfriend agreed before pressing a kiss to your temple, “Now, onto toppings.”
You laid a hand on his chest and leaned closer.
“You can top me.”
You tried your best to sound seductive, but you ended up just dissolving into a fit of giggles. Intak playfully pushed you away, his hand holding you at a distance as you continued to laugh uncontrollably.
“Okay, perv. Try to control yourself.” he scolded you as he rolled his eyes, but the dumb grin spreading across his features gave away that he was clearly joking.
It took you several moments to be able to catch your breath again. You held your hand out to your boyfriend, “Alright babe, cream me.”
“Y/N, I SWEAR TO GOD”
You scoffed, immediately feigning innocence.
“I meant hand me the whipped cream, you freak. God Takie, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Okay, brat, you know what.”
Intak grabbed the can of whipped topping, and by the time your fuzzy brain realized what he had in mind, it was too late. You let out a squeal as he completely covered your nose with the fluffy substance.
“Babe, really!” you exclaimed in disbelief as the cream began to slip down your nose and onto your lips and chin.
Your boyfriend didn’t even bother hiding his amused smirk, holding your eyes as he opened his mouth and filled it with whipped cream.
“Oh, love, you got something on your face.” he mocked as he brushed his own nose with his finger.
You crossed your arms as you glared back at him, “Yeah, no shit.”
“Aw, don’t worry baby. I got you.”
That was your only warning before Intak’s mouth descended on your nose, making you scream in surprise as his lips and tongue made quick work of the mess.
He wore a shit eating grin when he pulled back, tongue darting back out to clear any white remains from his own mouth.
“Ewwwww, I hate youuuuu.”
A small gasp escaped you as strong arms circled around your waist to pull you towards him.
“No you don’t. You love me.” Intak retorted, his tone cocky.
His dark eyes briefly settled on your lips, reminding you of the whipped cream still lingering there. You licked around your mouth, your boyfriend’s gaze following the path of your tongue. His hands dug harder into your hips, and the next time he exhaled it was noticeably shaky. The kitchen suddenly felt significantly warmer, and you realized it was more than just your high that was making you feel all tingly.
“Takie…” you whispered, need evident in your voice.
The way Intak’s hands flexed around your waist gave away just how much he was fighting to retain self control. Your own hands snuck under the back of his shirt, and goosebumps formed under your fingers as they trailed over his warm skin.
“You still craving something sweet, baby?” you asked coyly, your nails scraping against his lower back and making his eyelids flutter slightly.
“Fuck.”
You watched in real time as his final thread of control snapped, and then his lips descended hungrily on your own. You moaned at his familiar taste as his tongue eagerly dove in. Kissing him was always amazing, but when you were high like this it was almost euphoric.
Intak turned your body so that he had you pressed up against the counter, his lips never leaving yours. His hands abandoned your hips to grab at your ass instead, and you groaned into the kiss. Your fingers slid further up his back until they were poking out of his collar and tangling in the ends of his honey blonde waves.
“Off…please…” you requested against his lips.
He immediately obliged, his black tee making its way to the kitchen floor. You greedily ran your hands over the newly exposed skin, and your boyfriend hissed when your nails brushed over one of his nipples. A wicked idea began to take root inside your brain. You hummed to yourself as your lips followed the line of his jaw, “Takie?”
“Yes, love? Shit.” he swore suddenly when you nipped at his neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Your tongue soothed the spot a moment later, and Intak inhaled sharply.
“Babe, do you trust me?” you queried softly as you placed loving kisses along his collarbones.
“Something tells me that, fuck, in this moment I shouldn’t. But I still do, so yes.”
You lifted your head to seek out his mouth again, muffling the moan that Intak let out. He pushed you harder against the counter, and you could feel the outline of his erection against your thigh. You sighed before biting down on his lower lip, dragging it out as you pulled back from the kiss, “Good. Because I wanna try something… Can you close your eyes for me, baby?”
“Fuck, yeah, okay.” came your boyfriend’s slightly breathless reply.
His eyes obediently fell closed, and desire pooled low in your stomach. You slowly walked around to stand behind him, and you watched as the muscles in Intak’s back and shoulders tensed at the change in position. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, he was always so fun to play with.
“Relax, Takie.” you teased him, lips right next to his ear.
You noticed the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
“Love, please. Touch me. Just, god, do something. Please.” he pleaded, like a dog getting impatient waiting for a treat.
Your teeth tugged at his ear in response, making Intak shudder. One of your hands snaked into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as your fingers slid higher. Your boyfriend whimpered quietly at your touch, and you had to resist the urge to moan. Using both hands, you meticulously began to untie the black and neon green bandana that was wrapped around his head. Intak always looked so hot when he wore them, but right now you needed the garment to serve a different purpose.
You carefully lowered the fabric, peeking over his shoulder to make sure that it settled over his still closed eyes before retying the knot at the back. You gently took one of his hands to try to help ground him, “You still with me, baby?”
He squeezed back, his grip tight, and slowly nodded his head. You kept your hold on his hand as you came to stand in front of him again.
“Holy shit, baby.” you groaned, your eyes drinking him in, “You look so good like this. So pretty.”
Your boyfriend’s teeth dug into his plush bottom lip. Your eyes were drawn to his throat as he swallowed nervously. You glanced at the counter behind you, taking in your abandoned bowls of ice cream that were just starting to melt. With your free hand, you grabbed a spoon and scooped some of the frozen dessert. The ice cream was startlingly cold as it hit your tongue, and you held it in your mouth as you leaned forward to press your lips to Intak’s chest.
“Fuck!” he cried out at the sudden coolness, and you opened your mouth to let more of the substance drip down his skin.
Your tongue immediately followed the trail, and a series of breathy moans escaped your boyfriend’s lips. He hissed and his nails dug into the hand he was still holding when your wet muscle flicked over one of his perked nipples.
“Fucking shit.”
You tittered at his growled profanity.
“Aw, my Takie. Always so sensitive.” you cooed before pulling back from him.
“Always.” Intak panted out, “For you.”
You instinctively rubbed your thighs together and surveyed the other contents of the counter. Your boyfriend whined when your hand slipped from his grasp, making you smile to yourself as you reached for one of the jars. The hot fudge was no longer hot, but it was still warm in your hand. Not like you were planning on using it for the sundae anymore anyway.
His words trailed off as you got to work licking and sucking up the mess you had made. The warm sugar mixed with the taste of his skin had your mind growing that much more hazy. Your hands settled on his hips, fingers digging in while you licked a line up his toned stomach. Intak’s hands fisted your hair as he held you against him.
You retrieved a clean spoon and dipped it into the jar. The chocolate dripped from the utensil as you stepped closer to Intak. You let some fall onto your finger just to make sure that it wasn’t too warm to the touch. Ah, perfect. The blonde before you was trembling when you placed a hand against his chest. You used your other hand to carefully tip the spoon to drizzle the hot fudge down his torso. Your boyfriend chuckled slightly, “You know when you suggested sundaes, this isn’t exacly, ahhh, what I thought you meant. Ohhhh fuuuuuck.”
“Fuck. Please. Oh god, love.”
You nipped one of his hip bones, fingers slipping into his sweats and tugging them down slightly. Your boyfriend whimpered above you, encouraging you to pull them down further to finally expose his fully hard cock. You wasted no time before lowering yourself to your knees and running your tongue along the underside. One of Intak’s hands immediately shot out to grip onto the counter behind you. You laughed wickedly, “Getting a little weak in the knees there, babe?”
He groaned, his dick twitching in front of your face.
“Can you, shit, fucking blame me?”
“Don’t you pass out on me now, Takie.” you warned playfully before looking behind you to grab the can of whipped cream.
“Hah, yeah, uh, no promises.”
His face flushed deeply in the kitchen lights, and your heart squeezed with affection. Whipped cream in hand, you sprayed a generous amount just above his tip. Intak’s breath hitched, his legs shaking and threatening to buckle.
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Well, yes.” you confirmed before taking him into your mouth, tongue swirling around to make sure you got all the cream.
“Oh my fuck.” Intak moaned, his other hand settling on top of your head.
You hummed as your lips slid further down his length, going until you could feel him hit the back of your throat. The way he jerked inside your mouth let you know that he wouldn’t last long, and fuck if you didn’t love how sensitive he always was to you. As soon as you began bobbing your head, he was crying out and tugging hard at the strands he was gripping. You put all your energy and focus into getting him to fall over the edge, sucking him off fast and messy.
“Wait…please…”
His desperate words didn’t register at first, so you continued to gag around him. But then he used his hold on your hair to pull you off, a string of saliva trailing from your lips to his tip.
“Takie…what’s…wrong?” you questioned as you fought to catch your breath.
He reached behind him to untie the bandana so that you could see his eyes as he looked down at you. His pupils were blown wide, but he also looked worried? Before you could say anything, he was speaking again, his words breathless and rushed, “Don’t wanna…come yet. Please love…wanna…fuck you.”
“Babe, are you sure?” you queried, blinking up at him.
Intak reached down to help pull you to your feet, bringing you back up to eye level.
“Fuck…please. Need you.”
And when he begged so sweetly who were you to refuse him.
“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” you assured him, leaning forward to connect your lips, “On your back for me, Takie.”
He cutely scrambled to lay back on the kitchen floor, and you held onto the counter as you stepped out of your leggings and panties. You swiped the can of whip cream from the floor and the jar of cherries off the counter, just in case. You were both still definitely riding your high, but you also were now high on each other. Intak was so fucked out that he didn’t even seem to notice when you set the two items on the floor next to him before straddling his waist. The two of you moaned out in unison as you sank down onto him.
“Fuck.” you hissed at the familiar and pleasant stretch.
“Oh shit, love, you feel so fucking good. Not gonna last long, baby.”
“It’s okay, babe. You just keep being good for me. Be my good boy, yeah?”
Intak twitched inside you, “Fuck, yes. I’m your good boy.”
Your hands splayed across his chest as you started riding him fast and hard, and his hands held onto your hips for dear life, fingers digging into your skin harshly.
“Does my good boy wanna come?” you asked him, your nails scratching lightly down his torso.
Your boyfriend gave a high pitch whine underneath you as his eyes rolled back in the most delicious way.
“Please. Love. Wanna come.”
You swore, your walls clenching tight around him. Fucking him high somehow felt even better, and it had you coming undone that much faster. You felt possessed as one of your hands curled around Intak’s throat, applying the tiniest amount of pressure as you continued spearing yourself on his cock. His lip trembled as he looked up at you with those big puppy dog eyes that you loved so much. Fuck, you loved this man.
“Been so good for me, Takie. You can come, baby.” you told him, your thumb stroking right over his pulse point.
His whole body shuddered almost violently underneath you before you felt him filling you up. Afterwards he just laid there in a fucked out daze with the dopiest grin on his face. Your free hand reached down to where your bodies were connected to swipe across your swollen clit. You had already been right on the edge so it only took a few more strokes.
“Takie, fuck. Baby, I love you so much.” you gasped out as your orgasm came crashing over you.
You braced both hands on his chest, breathing hard as you gradually came back down from your release.
“My love. You’re so perfect. Love you so much.” Intak murmured sleepily from below you.
You couldn’t help but break out in a fit of giggles as you looked down at your lovestruck idiot of a boyfriend. His blonde waves were an absolute fluffy mess, and you tenderly ran your fingers through them. Intak hummed in content, his eyes slipping closed. You probably needed to get him to bed before you both crashed out on the kitchen floor. A shower definitely wouldn’t hurt either…
You were just about to lift off of him when you remembered the whipped cream and cherries next to you. Yeah, this was not an opportunity you were going to waste. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your laughter as you sprayed two mountains of whip cream directly over Intak’s nipples. He barely stirred underneath you, making you bold enough to reach for two cherries and set them on top of the cream peaks. You were nearly crying trying to hold back your sounds of amusement, your whole body shaking with the force of it. Your boyfriend’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he stared up at you in confusion.
“Baby, what…” he trailed off as he looked down at his chest, and you lost it.
You started full on cackling, your head thrown back and tears slipping down your cheeks. Intak was trying so hard not to smile, but then he joined in, giggling hysterically along with you. You fell forward onto his chest, smearing the whipped cream everywhere. His arms just wrapped around you to hold you close, both of your bodies vibrating with the sound of your shared laughter. The lone thought in your head was that if someone were to ask you what love was, your answer would be this. It was this.
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