content warnings… pervy behavior, obvi. spanking mention (keeho). groping (keeho and theo). titplay (theo). masturbation (m., jiung and intak) voice kink (is that what it’s called? idk but this is also for jiung). panty stealing (intak). lowkey subby intak (yay!). crying (intak). voyeuristic thoughts/tendencies (soul). soul also fantasizes about getting you naked so that’s fun. praise kink (jongseob). seob also touches himself but not like technically masturbating just fyi.
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KEEHO ꜜ
100% an ass man. biggest ass lover in the world—specifically your ass. tight pants? shorts? tiny skirts? he’s a fan of everything. he’s not picky at all, as long as he gets a nice, good view of you bending over. can definitely see him being that guy who does that thing where he grabs your waist when he’s trying to get past you but it’s only so that he can press himself against your ass for a second or two. sometimes has dreams about what it’d be like to spank you and if you’d be into it or not. ꜜ
keeho probably thinks he’s being subtle, but you can tell he’s been staring at you from across the room for the past few minutes now. it looks like he’s deep in thought about something, but you don’t have the slightest clue as to what it could be.
“can you come over here? please?” he finally asks, breaking the silence as he beckons you over. you’re confused, and a little hesitant, but you still find yourself getting up and moving over to him.
you’re standing right in front of him, but that look on his face is still there. that look of frustration, the one he’d only get when he couldn’t put his feelings into words.
“keeho, what—”
he doesn’t let you finish that sentence, his patience was already wearing thin seeing you prance around in those jeans all damn day. in the blink of an eye, you’re in his lap, chest to chest.
“finally,” he breathes out, leaning his head against the back of the couch. his hands find their way to your ass so naturally, like he’s been anticipating this very moment forever—and he has, not that you’d know. “fuck, this feels just as good as i always knew it would…”
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THEO ꜜ
keeho’s polar opposite. lover of all things involving your chest. he wants to grab and lick and kiss and suck you, to know what your nipples feel like, if they’re sensitive, if you like having them played with. he loves it whenever you wear tight shirts, but he also loves it when you wear a shirt with no bra underneath. pretends he’s not staring but he’s so obvious all the time that you’ve just gotten used to it. ꜜ
you jolt, nearly dropping the glass in your hands as you feel someone creep up behind you, but you relax the second theo opens his mouth to reassure you it’s just him.
“dumbass,” you grumble. “you scared the hell out of me.”
he laughs softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “sorry. didn’t mean it.”
“yeah, whatever. move already, i’m thirsty.”
he doesn’t move. not out of your way, anyway. instead, he presses his body closer to yours, pinning you to the counter. his hands, which had been stationary on your hips, push up past the hem of your shirt and slowly creep higher. his fingertips trace against the underside of your breasts, and you feel him sigh softly against your skin.
“i love it whenever you don’t wear a bra, you know,” he says, voice so quiet like it’s some sacred secret he wasn’t even supposed to share with you. “so perfect. been wanting this for a while…”
tired of denying himself, he cups your boobs in his hands, softly pinching your nipples, soaking in the breathy sigh you let out in response—he could get used to this.
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JIUNG ꜜ
the second most pathetic tbh. he’s just down bad for you in general but his favorite thing about you by far is your voice. like it’s embarrassing how hard he gets listening to you. sometimes he can’t even pay attention to what you’re saying because he’s focusing too much on not popping a boner right in front of you. he always calls you at night because he likes the way you sound when you’re kind of tired and may or may not be jerking off the whole time… he’ll never tell. ꜜ
“so then i got all wet and rained on because i forgot my umbrella. but it’s not my fault, it wasn’t supposed to rain until tomorrow, y’know?”
at this point, whatever you’re talking about is getting filtered out by jiung’s brain, and the only part he’s registering is how you sound. all quiet and tired, not to mention annoyed because of whatever inconvenience happened to you that he is definitely aware of. maybe. “ah… mhm, yeah. that sounds… fuck—that sounds awful. and then what happened?”
you pause your rambling, pulling the phone away from your ear for a moment before bringing it back. “…are you okay?”
shit. you’re onto him.
“yeah. ‘course i am. why… mmm… why wouldn’t i be?”
“are you not hearing yourself right now, jiung?”
he huffs, his irritation at not being able to get off overpowering the embarrassment of you getting closer to catching onto him. “i’m fine! just keep talking. i told you i’m listening!” he doesn’t mean to sound so rude, but he can’t keep holding himself back anymore. if he doesn’t cum right now, he thinks he might just lose it.
“…fine, bossy. anyway, like i was saying—”
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INTAK ꜜ
he’s a panty stealer. and sniffer. and licker. like you can’t tell me he doesn’t get off on the risk and the adrenaline rush it gives him. it’s so wrong and dirty, and he knows that, but he can’t bring himself to stop. he always brings them back with the exception of the ones he knows you wear the most and therefore smell the most like you. the most pathetic puppy ever. ꜜ
this is the fourth time this week. the fourth time intak stole a pair of your panties. the fourth time he’s holed himself up in his room, touching himself while he thinks about you wearing them. and he knows it won’t be the last.
“i’m sorry…” he mumbles out to no one in particular as his hand moves up and down his aching, over-sensitive cock. it hurts, he’s sticky, and tired, but he can’t bring himself to stop just yet. he needs to make the most out of this before he returns them in exchange for another pair. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry… i’m a bad boy…”
in his other hand, he holds the flimsy, lacy fabric tightly, too afraid to loosen his grip for even a second. he brings it up to his face, taking a deep, shuddering inhale before his tongue darts out to lick it.
he can feel his orgasm building up again, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes as he nears the edge once again. but will he stop? no, of course not. not until the guilt evaporates and he’s milked completely dry.
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SOUL ꜜ
soul has great timing. great for him, awful for you. you can’t even count the amount of times he’s walked in on you in all sorts of compromising situations. when you’re fresh out of the shower and still wrapped up in a towel, or when you’re changing clothes… basically any time you’d be wearing little to nothing. he apologizes every time, and yet it keeps happening. so weird… ꜜ
shota presses his ear to the wall, listening to the sounds of the running water. you’re still in the shower, and it’s doing nothing good for his imagination. he can only wonder what you look like in there, washing yourself, rubbing the soap all over your naked body, the water running over every nook and cranny…
the second the sound comes to a stop, he backs away from the wall, lingering in place for a moment before opening the door, just in time to see your face as your expression goes from surprised to half-hearted irritation.
“shota!” you groan, pulling your towel tighter around your body. it’s supposed to act as a shield, but it’s only giving him a better outline of your figure. “can’t you at least wait until i’m out of the bathroom to barge in?”
he giggles, and the sound alone is enough to absolve him from all your annoyance.
“sorry.” he says it simply out of courtesy, not because he actually feels sorry. how could he, when you look so good like this? still dripping wet, the only barrier keeping him from seeing what you look like completely exposed being a towel? and it’d be so easy, wouldn’t it? to just snatch it away, and see for himself.
but he won’t. not yet. not today. he thinks he’ll fantasize a bit more before goes through with the real thing.
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JONGSEOB ꜜ
he gets so worked up whenever you’re nice to him and give him compliments. like ever since he said he wanted to explore a more feminine style and grew his hair out he really likes hearing that you think he looks pretty or that his outfit is cute. feels so dirty because you’re genuinely just being sweet and he’s getting hard… poor thing. ꜜ
“you know, i’m kind of glad you dyed your hair blond again.” you mumble, absentmindedly carding your fingers through jongseob’s hair. “i always thought it suited you. especially now that you’re letting it get long. you look pretty.”
jongseob can’t fight the shiver that wracks his spine at that word.
pretty. you thought he looked pretty.
something so simple shouldn’t be having this big of an effect on him, and yet he can already feel that familiar fire in his gut, threatening to spread and consume him whole.
he manages a smile, small and strained, and hopes you don’t notice how much he’s shifting around in your bed, trying to hide his growing erection. “thanks…”
you smile back, mumbling something back in response. jongseob doesn’t manage to catch all of it, just the ending.
“pretty boy.”
that does it.
he scrambles off of the bed like a frightened animal, much to your shock. “seob? where are you going?!”
“just, um… bathroom!” he yells back, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut. leaning against the door, he exhales, reaching down to palm his bulge. his gaze travels over to the mirror, reflecting his own flushed face and heaving chest.
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.”
⋆˚࿔ pairing: ot6!piwon x fem! reader ── warnings: 18+ content , p in v, dirty talk, implied anal. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ requests and taglist open.
note: first time writing piwon. lmk what you guys think :) hope you enjoy
keeho
“good girl baby, you take me so well” he said as he had you bent over the bed face down ass up holding your hands behind your back as he gives you backshots. you had your head in the pillow trying to muffle your moans. “nuh uh, i wanna hear the pretty sounds you make while im in you.”
he then started thrusting into you at a faster pace with his eyes focused on the way your ass bounced against him. “love watchin the way your ass bounces.” he smacked your ass a few times.
you couldn't help it as your moans grew louder with each thrust, the sound muffled only slightly by the pillow. you knew the other members could probably hear even with music playing but it felt so good. he tightened his grip on your wrists pulling you back to meet his movements causing you to moan out more then you already were.
“that’s it baby. let me hear how much you love this.” he cooed. you found yourself pushing back against him. craving more of the delicious friction he was creating.
theo
theo had you on your back in the backseat of his car with his legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you with no mercy. he had already made you soak the backseat of his car. he was repeatedly hitting your g spot on purpose making you scream out his name “t-theo too much!” you barely got out.
“sorry princess pussy feels too good.” he chuckled. “i love watching the way your pretty little cunt makes a mess on my cock.” he leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss. “look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.” he groaned , his rhythm never faltering.
“this pussy's mine, isn't it? say it.” when you didn't answer right away, he gave a particularly sharp thrust that made you gasp. “i said, say it. tell me who this belongs.”
he leaned down with his chest pressed against you as he whispered in your ear. “you're so fucking tight, gripping me like you don't want me to ever leave. don't worry baby, i'm not going anywhere. not until i've filled you up and you're dripping with me.”
his words made your walls clench around him, earning a deep, satisfied chuckle. “yeah, you like that don't you? you like when i talk about claiming you, about marking you as mine.” that alone made you a moaning mess.
jiung
you and jiung were alone together in the dorm. not often do you get alone time with your boyfriend since he lives with five other guys. he could come to your place but you lived with three other girls as well so it was somehow easier for you to come to his.
it wasn’t that often that you guys got to be intimate with each other with both of your busy schedules and his roommate. so you guys always took advantage of the alone time that you rarely got.
“always look so pretty when i’m inside of you.” jiung cooed as he fucked himself into you in missionary while you were in his bed.
you arched into him whining as he pulled back to tesse you. the tip barely brushing your entrance before he slid back in. “jiung—fuck.” your voice cracked.
“say it again. say my name like that again.” his thumb circled your clit while his other hand gripped your hip. “you know how bad i fuckin’ love hearing you beg? sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
intak
you were bouncing on him as he laid back on the bed. your nails digging into his chest as you took him deep. the wet slap of skin filling the room. intaks hands was everywhere.— gripping your waist, squeezing your ass. everything.
“fuck you’re riding me like you’re tryna break me princess.” he chuckled voice rough as he smirked. “should of known you’re a menace when on top. wonder who taught you that hmm?”
you rolled your hips grinding down just to hear him groan. his head topping back. “shut up and fuck me intak.” you gasped when his fingers suddenly pinched your nipple. the sharp sting making you clench around him.
“oh now you’re quiet.” he chuckled darkly. his hand reaching up to choke you. “guess i’ll have to make you scream instead.” his hips snapped up meeting your movements. “that’s it baby.” he said as you let out a loud moan.
his slip down to your ass spreading you open as he fucked up into you. his eyes locked on where you were taking him. “damn look at you. so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me.” his fingers teased your entrance gathering the before circling your ass just a hint of pressure enough to make you squirm. “one day, baby gonna have you begging for this too.”
soul
the mirror was fogged around the edges, steam from your own breathing mixing with the stale air of the cramped bathroom. your hands were braced against the cold, damp porcelain of the sink, knuckles white. soul was behind you, a solid wall of heat and sweat, his body still humming with the adrenaline from the stage.
“look at you.” soul grunted as he toyed your clit. “all spread out for me right here where antone could walk in. you like that don’t you? you like being a dirty little whore.”
his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him as he pushed inside with one slow, deep stroke that stole your breath. the stretch was intense, a perfect, burning pressure that had you moaning.
“fuck, you're so tight.” he hissed, his fingers digging into your flesh. "taking me so good. been thinking about this pussy all night. every song i performed, i was thinking about being buried in it."
he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. “that's it. take it. take every fucking inch.” one of his hands left your hip to wrap around your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you had to look at your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.
“keep your eyes open.” he demanded. “ watch yoursef get fucked. watched me ruin you.” he reached his other hand down to play with your clit feeling you clench down. “gonna cum on my cock in this dirty bathroom huh?”
“tell me who’s fucking you.” he groaned. his thrusts getting harder and deeper as he chased his own release. “say my fucking name, let them know who you belong to.”
jongseob
the second the dorm door clicked shut behind you, jongseob had you pinned against it. his mouth crashing onto yours like he had been starving. he pressed up against you, making sure you could feel how hard his cock already was. his teeth grazed your bottom lip, his voice rough. “missed you.”
you barely got a gasp out before he was spinning you around, pressing your front against the door, his body caging you in. his hand slid down your spine, then smacked your ass—hard. “hands on the door, baby. don’t move”
his fingers already working at his belt. you heard the clink of his zipper, then the sound of him spitting into his palm before his cock was hot and heavy against your thigh.
he pulled your skirt up more and pulled your panties to the side dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. “already wet for me baby?” he cooed.
“greedy little thing aren’t you.” he chuckled as he grabbed his cock teasing you by sliding it up and down your slick folds.
“seob don’t tease.” you whined pushing yourself back on him. suddenly he grabbed your hands pinning them behind you. “shut the fuck yup and take what you get.” he growled as he slammed into you no warning.
you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his sudden movements. he slipped a hand onto your mouth. “shhhh. can’t have the boys knowing how much of a slut my girlfriend is.”
──── cont . . . idol! jongseob, dry humping, heavy makeout session, no power dynamic themes, pure smut, fingering, afab reader, short thoughts
mdni
──── Thinking about how Jongseob would be so pent up after a particularly difficult practice, and all he could think about was you. He’d be so needy for you all day, practically shaking every time he thought of you.
When he finally gets home, he’s all over you. His kisses rough when you meet him at the door, his hips jerking towards you when you plant your hands on his shoulders. He trails kisses down your jaw and to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and drinking in your soft moans.
“Please y/n.. It’s been a long day..”
You smile as he continues to pepper kisses on your neck, you lead him to the couch and push down on it and climb into his lap. You instantly continue where you both left off, messily moving your lips against his while he helplessly grabs your waist.
Then you’d rock your hips against his experimentally, and he whimpers. From then his kisses get more intense, and how he’s grinding up into you, moaning into your mouth from the friction.
Eventually he gets tired of simply hearing your soft whimpers, his hand travels under the waist band of your sweatpants and under your underwear. He relishes the groan you let out when circles your clit with his finger.
“You’re so wet..”
He murmurs into your lips. He slips one finger into your cunt pumping it slowly, trying to loosen you up.
“Put another in, please, seob.”
He complies to your pleas instantly, pushing another in and instantly getting to work, finger fucking you at a steady pace that still has you arching into his touch.
The kiss has long broken off, your head thrown back from pleasure. Seob attaches himself back onto your neck, sucking and licking at the spots he knows makes you weak.
His fingers curl in all the spots that make you see stars, you shamelessly moan as he works you open, you’re practically dripping on his fingers.
When you’re close, you don’t even need to tell him because he already knows by the way your walls clench around his fingers. He’s already speeding up his pace, pressing against those gummy spots. When you cum he’s working you through it, letting you ride out your own orgasm.
“So good f’me, yeah?”
He kisses your lips and moves to get up, but you keep him sitting, your fingers curling under his sweats. Your hot breath making him shiver under you.
“let me take care of you, okay baby?”
Hi.. my first time writing in awhile with a healing broken arm and let me tell you it was not easy LMAOO the pain and my motor skills r my biggest enemy.
⤷ temp!jongseob x older!reader ༉‧₊˚. ───── (26 slides)
⌗ suggestive, suggestive pic, age gap, fluff, humour, sex talk, jongseob is at college, pet names, praise kink (if u squint), mention of public sex, relationship development, jongseob is down bad, reader is insecure.
⋆˚࿔ piwon as different types of stoners + their preferred method of getting high ࿔˚⋆
pairing: ot6 p1harmony x fem!readergenre: fluff (theo/jiung), smut (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)cw: usage of weed in many forms, kissing, making out, dry humping, hickeys (m & f receiving), implied cunnilingus (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, reader is on birth control, riding, car sex, shotgunning smokewc: 994 (~190-200 per member)
author’s note ~ happy late 4/20 <3 would you believe me if i thought of this idea while i was high? also first time ever writing smut gulp… hope you enjoy!
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keeho: stoner bf x stoner gf + pen
nights spent together high are extremely common, consisting of a perfectly curated playlist, led lights set to a color of your choosing, and keeho’s pen being passed back and forth between the two of you. it’s also during these nights that you frequently end up on keeho’s lap, shirts discarded, your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues fight for dominance. his hands grip your waist as he pulls you down against his hardening cock, both of you sighing at the heightened pleasure the weed was giving you before you start to move your hips. quiet moans spill from your lips as keeho trails open mouthed kisses down your neck and along your shoulder, leaving hickeys in spots only he’ll be able to see. even when he’s high, he doesn’t miss the way your breath catches when your hips speed up, helping you reach a different high that sends intense waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. you’re still recovering from your orgasm as keeho flips you over, your back hitting the bed as he rids you and himself of clothes, preparing to make you feel good for the rest of the night.
theo: casual enjoyer bf x stoner gf + prerolls
taeyang’s not one to smoke often, but he finds himself saying yes to your offers of joining you more often than not. his one condition is that you have his favorite prerolls ready for when he comes over, and they sit along with the lighter and ashtray on the balcony table upon his arrival, along with a bottle of water and a big bag of chips to snack on as you each take a seat. taeyang gets through half his joint before he reaches a comfortable high, sober enough to keep an eye on you yet intoxicated enough to feel melted into the chair. he listens to you as you talk about your day, reaching over across the little table to take ahold of your hand, his sign to you that he’s ready to go inside. you both stand as you keep talking, him leading you to sit the couch, pulling your legs over his as you keep talking. he rubs circles on your thighs, listening as you start to ramble about something completely off topic, and taeyang takes the chance to kiss your jaw, your cheek, and finally your lips as he feels you melt into the kiss.
jiung: occasional enjoyer bestie x stoner bestie + edibles
the first time jiung asked if he could get high with you caught you very off guard. you had to triple check with him that he was serious and ready before handing him a joint, showing him how to use it and taking it away as soon as you realized he was coughing way too much for either of your likings. you offered to have him try an edible next time to save him the pain of a coughing fit, and he accepted, now sitting on your couch as he stared at the show you put on for background noise. you sat next to him, watching for any signs of discomfort or greening out, even though you made sure to give him only a couple milligrams. he felt your eyes on him, turning to face you, giggling a little at the concern etched on your face. what was even more surprising to you than the first time he asked to smoke, though, was the way he shifted and laid his head on your lap, closing his eyes in content. he was asleep by the time you comprehended the situation, not letting you leave the couch until he woke back up.
intak: casual enjoyer friend(?) x stoner crush + disposable
if there was one thing intak liked doing with you, it was being high in the comfort of his apartment. he always makes sure to keep a disposable cartridge in his drawer, almost exclusively bringing it out when you came over. this time, you had shown up with takeout, taking a few hits each off the cart before eating and starting a movie. both of you were significantly high half an hour into the movie, food gone, you leaning against his shoulder as you watched the movie. intak, who had been sneaking glances at you the whole time, pressed a kiss to your temple before he could stop himself, rambling an apology as he was met with your wide eyes. he felt your lips crash onto his before he could finish his apology, however, kissing you back with just as much fervor. his hands rubbed your waist as you hovered over him, sucking hickeys to his neck and savoring the whines coming out of his mouth before moving to kneel in between his legs. now it was his turn to widen his eyes, whines getting louder as you take him into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair for support.
soul: stoner bf x frequent enjoyer gf + bong
shota’s most prized possession is the bong you had gotten him as an anniversary present, letting no one smoke out of it except for the two of you. he always took care when packing the bowl, making sure it was perfect for you before helping you light it since he knew you struggled. soon, you’re laying with your back against his chest as he peppers kisses on your face and neck, seemingly innocent and definitely distracting you from the way his fingers were wandering dangerously close to the waistband of your lounge shorts. he kisses you as he slips his hand past the threshold, swallowing your gasp as he rubs your clit over your panties. you whine, hips lifting to seek more of his touch, whimpering when he moves your panties to the side and continues to tease you. it’s only when he gets you to use your words and ask for his fingers inside of you does he comply, inserting one and quickly adding another once he feels how wet you’ve become. shota’s able to find your sweet spot easily, fingers curling just right, earning loud moans from you as he works you into a powerful finish.
jongseob: fwb plug x frequent buyer + blunt
you always told yourself that you’d pick up your order from jongseob, thank him, and walk away, but it was always easier said than done. he’d always find a way to rope you into a conversation, mention how hot you looked, somehow entice you into the backseat of his car to hotbox, and eventually rail you into tomorrow. now, as you walked the short distance from your apartment to your meeting spot at the park, you told yourself you were really going to go through with your plan this time, but one look at him and his little smile told you it was going to be the same ordeal as all the ones beforehand. twenty minutes later, you were on his lap in the backseat, his dick buried in your pussy as you both work through the blunt he brought, smoke filling the car as you moved your hips. he takes the last hit from the blunt as you ride him, pulling you in and shotgunning the smoke into your mouth before pulling back and grabbing your waist, thrusting up into you and helping you to finish before he drops you off back at your apartment like a gentleman.
SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.
WC: 2.1k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.
The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.
As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.
But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.
The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.
And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.
But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.
The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.
He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.
But this? This was insane.
Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…
You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.
“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.
“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.
“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.
He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.
His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.
“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.
“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”
He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”
Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…
Really?
“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.
He was so easily … up for it???
Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.
The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.
You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.
At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.
Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.
His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.
The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.
The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.
Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.
“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.
You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.
Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.
user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦
user12: sexy🐰🐰🐰🐰
user90: Missed your tits sweetheart
user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘
user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆
“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.
user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍
user77: Mmm do it again
user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘
user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard 💦
As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.
Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.
His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.
“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.
He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.
'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.
“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.
You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.
Money hungry freak.
You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.
“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.
His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.
The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.
He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.
He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.
Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.
Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.
He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.
Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.
“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.
“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.
The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.
“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.
You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs.
He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.
Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.
He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.
“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.
💌 mika’s message! THIS IS MY SMUT DEBUT SO BE KIND TO ME OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE IM SCARED. IF YOU HATE IT CAN YOU PRETEND YOU LIKE IT. Ok anyways sorry this was also a drabble from my Notes that i decided to finish but truthfully!!! this was inspired by another smut i read a few months ago im ngl. So. Take that as u will too thanks. ok i gtg Im scared I GOTTA GO. WE HAVE TO GO.
Sex is how he connects to you, even if this sounds douche-y at first. When he's single, he jacks off pretty regularly, mostly to decompress after a long day. But with you, his sexual activity triples. For Taeyang, making love to you is much more than just to get his rocks off. Sex is intimate, sensual, personal and intense. He doesn't consider it a mere physical act; it's mental, emotional, psychological if you will. It's a service to you, to tend the bond you share. If he can't take care of your sexual needs, what other worth would he even be able to provide? Of course, there is nothing less arousing than seeing you crumble under his touch, as you squirm and twitch, an orgasm imploding in your lower abdomen. But cumming is secondary. He loves feeling your warm, bare body close to his, hearing you whimper his name, seeing bliss wash over your face and realizing you very much enjoyed the new thing he tried. Wrapping up a romantic evening by showering together, running his soapy hands down your back, pampering your pussy with his slender fingers. Taking you passionately in his car, kissing away your tears, as you plea to go harder, exchanging love professions before he travels across the globe to go on tour. Pushing each other's desires, playing with pain, lust, humiliation, ecstasy. Exploring what the universe has to offer, as you entrust each other to one another. Sex is about loving you, being yours, proving you're his. As a man, Taeyang believes he owes you pleasure, in any sense.
Intak
Could actually win an award for the quickest, most spontaneous boner of all time, if that existed. Intak's reaction to anything you do is to get horny. You complimented his good looks, after a successful photoshoot. If you like him so much, why not suck his dick? He did something upsetting, and know you're frustrated with him. MAYHAPS, he could calm your nerves by massaging your sweet clit with his tongue. You bought a new dress for the summer, how about breaking it in by riding him into the horizon? His head could literally be elsewhere, but the moment you pop a titty he's up and running. His high sex drive translates beautifully into his sex life with you, you're literally the personified object of all his desires. He's so so obsessed with you, he's about to throw up. Love sick Takki just wants to crawl in your skin, is that too much to ask... Well, the closest thing to that is being balls deep inside your pussy, testing how far he can reach. You're his favourite stress relief, dinner and plaything all at once. Contrary to Taeyang, having sex for Intak is to chase highs. Oh, and he promises to get you all up the sky. Past the moon, even, daring the heat of the sun. Wallowing in the prickling feeling of the orgasm, floating between everything that makes the euphoric aftermath. He loves to get lost in the pleasure, and wishes for you to equally lose your mind and indulge in your most primal desires. And he's here to deliver at all times, anywhere, with his body and mind.
Jongseob
Loves quickies. In fact, he's an active resident of pound town, as the president of the neighbourhood council. All jokes aside, it's literally impossible for him to keep his hands off of you like 90 percent of the time. Your smile is so pretty, tight denim shorts framing the curve of your ass deliciously, your new perfume clouding his senses, a thin layer of sweat shining against your soft skin... Yes, he's already unbuckling his belt. Once he got a taste of you, by circling his tongue along yours, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, he's unable to further go on with his life without demolishing the entire plate. His overall sex drive isn't unreasonably high for a young man, it's literally your fault for existing in his vicinity, making him feel like a teenager again despite just exiting this stage of life. You're his girl, and you need to take responsibility for the distress you are putting him in. Making him all hard and shit, being thick for what.
He's lower than Intak because there are times he literally just... can't. If he's really not horny, it won't get up so easily. You would literally need to work on him an entire day, being clingy, hyping him up, to subliminally get him ready for the night. Even then, you kind of still need to do most of the work. Watching him smugly lean back as you desperately hop up and down his dick, lopsided grin on his face, arm crossed under his head, isn't too bad of a sight though.
Keeho
Mhmm, loves to take his sweet time with you. Similarly to Taeyang, his feelings about intercourse in a relationship are much more complex than just wanting to see his cum drip down your face (however, he won't deny it's not a sight worth seeing). You both want to get each other off, yes, but sleeping with you is always going to be a bonding moment for him. You're his love, his partner, the most stunning woman in the universe, and you deserve nothing less than to be treated with respect and dignity when you give him so much of you. The only one of the bunch who actually considers how the health of your relationship is influenced by your sex life, and worries how his behaviour towards you could affect you. Even with his sex drive being pretty high, he feels uncomfortable just to jump you out of nowhere, even if he really needs to... He would rather suffer a few more nights, until he has more time to properly tend to you. He has mastered the art of cunnilingus, since he tends to prematurely ejaculate in these instances. Contrary to Jongseob, he isn't too keen on quickies, and only reverts to them if both of you are just too aroused and desperate to bear it any longer. Usually, he is being nothing less than a classic gentleman before allowing him to make his first move. A small surprise in hand, he'll always make sure you're hydrated and have eaten, before dimming the lights and massaging a few knots out of your calves, back or neck. Low voice whispering sweet nothing's to you, asking about your day and mood in the softest voice, before trailing his hands over your hips... His plump lips dancing over your body, teasingly biting your sensitive spots. If you allow, he takes and ravages you until sunrise. He needs a few breaks in-between, but he can. And instead of feeling exhausted, or stiff, you'll feel light, refreshed, glowing as if you're newborn.
Soul
Likes to fuck but has other interests that just occupy his brain more. When he wakes up with a boner, he'd just quickly take care of it and go about his day. His sex drive is probably the lowest between all the members, being kind of a late bloomer and not fully getting the appeal of intercourse until recently. Now that you're in his life, of course he likes to bury himself deep inside you from time to time. Kissing, sucking and biting your face and body, grabbing and squeezing your assets until you whine and weep in embarrassment. But doing anything with you, including those activities were you keep your clothes on, already fulfil him. As long as you're there with him, spending time together, laughing, he is already at his own high. Sex with Shota is always spontaneous, a heat of the moment thing, more often than not initiated by you. You learn how to push his buttons quickly, understand what turns him on the fastest, so he can swiftly push you back onto the carpet you have been doing some sort of DIY-project on. More often than not, you surprise him with your passion, your needs, but he's still a man with an ego: He's A), not letting the opportunity of his balls being emptied inside his cute, eager girlfriend pass and B) never ever complaining about this pretty girl lusting over him. He's almost clinical in his approach of pleasuring you. Shota doesn't easily get lost in the heat of the moment, choosing to orgasm first, so he can focus on you and your messy little cunt next. Learns what you yuck and yum through trial and error, not shying away from anything, not caring if his dick starts to hurt from the vigour you ride him with if you please so. He appreciates your bravery to initiate sex with him all the time, and he'll make sure your efforts won't go to waste.
Jiung
It's not that he has a low sex drive necessarily, it's just that he needs to be comfy and relaxed to get hot and bothered. The more stress he is in, the less sex he craves, the less he will initiate. The amount of times you sleep with one another is highly dependent on his schedule, you can't really determine a set rhythm. If you're on vacation together, curled up in a cozy cabin somewhere, it can be up to multiple times a day, were you needily take his erect cock no matter which surface he has you on. Around comeback, or other important events, he's just... unable to succumb sexually. He'll just fill up a tub with lots of bubbles and warm water and experience intimacy with you this way, poor Jiungie already feels inadequate for being less assertive in bed, this insecurity being heightened every time his work is being extra demanding. He just prefers to take it slow, gradually working you both to a happy place, honouring your body with the lightest touches. Caressing your sides with soft fingertips, kissing wet trails along your sternum down your belly button, taking a moment to profess his love before working you to your rippling orgasm with his delicate lips over your clit... And he can't do any of this, if he has a million other things to worry about. The rare instances he takes his frustrations out on you, he'd bend you over in bed, face down ass up, and plow into you with a dizzying intensity. You're stripped bare, maybe only in your fluffy socks, while he didn't even bother to pull his pants down properly, angrily twitching dick just pulled out. It doesn't matter how often you assure you loved it, he'll still apologize profusely afterward. Sex with you to him is sacred quality time, but he can get so anxious about messing it up for you... :c
