[ extras ] diva warning on the cunttitude scale IJBOLLL no but srs cursing, period, he plays leol (bleughhhh), implied fem reader
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ʚɞ 'busy woman' an ot6 𝒑1𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 smau by @cosmicalily ★ view 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ʚɞ
୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: texting piwon 'she's busy rn' ♡ "yeah i'm a busy woman, i wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night." - '𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏' by sabrina carpenter
ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: me when i find another group to reuse this damn prompt on (please tell me you're not sick of it bc i think it's hysterical)
ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: imagine dragons
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"I'm back!" you announced once you step foot into your shared apartment. Completely drenched and cold from the sudden downpour outside, remembering that you totally forgot to check the weather forecast today.
"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.
On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.
"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.
Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.
Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.
Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.
While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.
The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.
The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.
"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.
"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.
He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.
"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.
Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.
"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."
Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.
The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?
The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.
Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.
Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.
"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."
Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.
You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.
"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"
The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.
His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.
You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.
For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.
Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.
You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.
Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.
"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.
He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.
"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.
His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.
Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.
He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.
A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"
Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.
You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.
"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.
"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.
He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.
"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.
Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.
You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."
"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."
The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.
Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.
Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.
"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."
The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.
The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.
Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.
Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.
"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."
You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."
"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.
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Your reaction to Jongseob trying on his new outfit for their upcoming comeback.
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„Does the hair make me look like a girl?“
Jongseob questioned after he tried on his look for their new comeback. He wore a dark leather jacket with the lettering 'unique’ written on the back. His blond hair was long, longer than usual, and he had a lilac metallic headpiece in it. But what really caught your attention was his necklace. Technically it wasn’t a necklace, more a collar made out of studded black leather with a silver ring in the front.
„Did you hear me?“ His voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
„Oh, yeah sorry.“ You said while getting up from the couch. „You look hot. Even hotter than usual.“ you stated with a grin on your lips.
As you reached him, he was looking at the floor with a faint blush on his cheeks. You loved him like this; he was so different from how he behaved on stage or with the fans. His usual cockiness instantly faded. How putty he turned in your hands, how subby and shy he got whenever you touched him, and how flustered he turned when you gave him a compliment.
One hand reached for his interlinking your fingers. „How about I show you how hot exactly you are?“ You whispered in his ear.
He only replied with a stutter, stumbling over his own words. „I- ,what- what do you have in m-mind?“
„Jiung texted me; he said they will arrive in 20 minutes at the earliest.“ A mischievous grin spread across your face. Moving away from his ear, your finger slipped in the silver ring around his neck.
You pulled him in by his necklace putting your lips on his. After a few seconds his hands found your waist and you pushed your tongue deeper in his mouth.
After his lips detached from yours, still connected with a string of saliva, he let out a sigh. „We can’t just- what if someone comes in?“
„There’s barely anyone here. And the others definitely won’t disturb us either.“
Jongseob couldn’t argue with that. You two did arrive early this morning and there weren’t many people in the building right now. Your voice pulled him out of contemplation.
„Also, …don’t act all shy now. I know that you like that.“ And he definitely couldn’t argue with that either. The thought of someone coming through the door did excite him. His thoughts started to wander, and with that a familiar feeling of excitement started to pool low in his belly.
You turned him around so that his back was facing the couch. With one smooth nudge, you pushed him onto it, with big eyes staring up at you. His glossy lips parted, trying to let out a sound, but once he met your gaze, nothing came out-
Without breaking eye contact, you moved down to your knees. Your hands met his lap stroking over his thighs. You grazed over them until you reached the hem of his jeans.
His breath got more and more uneven and stilled for a moment once you undid the clasp of his belt.
„Please…“ he let out as you removed your hands from his crotch and petted his lower stomach.
„Use your words, Seobie! What do you need?“
„Please, touch me. Just- touch me.“ he called out.
„Where do you want me to touch you?“ you said while your hands moved dangerously slow down his abdomen until they suddenly stopped. You got up from your knees leaving kisses over his chest until you reached his neck. One hand was leaning on his thigh while your other hand was tugging at his collar pulling him in again. The sudden pressure made him choke out a silent pathetic moan.
„You know exactly where. Stop teasing!“ his voice turning all whiny.
A satisfied grin spread across your face. Looking all flustered with a boner and glassy eyes you had Jongseob exactly where you wanted him.
In any other circumstance you would have tortured him a little longer. But given your limited time and his aching hard on that was visible even through his jeans you gave in.
So your hands moved back down and unzipped his jeans. His hips moved up from the couch so that you were able to pull his pants including his boxers down. The sudden movement made him jerk away in conclusion. His face looked so aroused and agonized at the same time that you almost pitied him. But just almost.
The sight in front of you was making you feral. Legs spread with his dick on display, pants pooling at his calves and that damn collar necklace.
A quick glance a the clock in the corner told you that you had to hurry up. Taking his dick in your hands you quickly moved your fist up and down his shaft. His hips meeting your movement halfway through.
Still perched over him you left marks on his neck sucking on the little space that isn’t covered by the leather accessory.
„Open.“ you said after detaching from his neck. Following that he opened his mouth obidiently. You stuffed the end of his tank top into his mouth to stop it from getting dirty and shutting up his needy moans.
Your finger stroked over his tip until you pressed your thumb right onto it. The pain mixed with the rush of pleasure made him see stars and his drool stained the piece of fabric in his mouth.
„Mh- mh close“ he moaned through his shirt with his eyes shut, hands fisted in the cushion of the couch and hips bucking up in the air as your fist tightened around his dick.
He came shooting white ropes all over his abdomen and your hand. His hips started to buck up again and the shirt didn’t do much to silence his whining.
You didn’t stop there. Your hand was still around his shaft slowly milking him dry while his sounds turned into short breathed cries.
„Stop- this‘ too much.“ you loved driving him into overstimulation, hearing him beg, squirm under your touch and looking so frustrated.
Finally your hand let go to clean up the mess he made. After you were gently stroking over his hair hearing how his breath calmed down.
Quickly after he came down from his high you grabbed a few paper towels from the table to clean him up.
It was really a close call, just shortly after Jongseob was fully clothed again the others arrived already engaged in a conversation. Looking at both of you sitting on the sofa Theo asked suspiciously:
„Why are you so sweaty?“
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⋆˚࿔ synopsis. in which you kiss your boyfriend with lip plumper on.
⋆˚࿔ warnings. jongseob is dramatic, kissing.
⋆˚࿔ requests and taglist are open.
author note: something i thought of :o lmk if you guys like more shorter drabbles like this. this was fun to write
your boyfriend was gaming in his room, and you were bored out in the living room.
so a little idea popped into your head to prank him.
you had just gotten a new lip gloss the other day anyway. so it was perfect.
it was a lip plumper.
you got up off of the couch and headed into the bathroom where you had your makeup at.
and you grabbed your lip plumper.
you applied a few layers making sure he would be able to feel it on his lips.
you couldn’t help but giggle as you finished applying it.
you walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where your boyfriend was. “hi seob.” you said softly.
he was sat back in his chair focused on the screen. you could hear the soft clicking of his keyboard and mouse as he played minecraft with his friend shota.
he took one side of his headphones and slid it off his ear. “hi princess. everything okay?”
you nodded as you looked at him. “i just want a kiss.” you pouted trying to make it not suspicious.
his raised his eyebrow. “a kiss? is that all?”
“yes?” you said looking at him.
from the headset, shota’s voice crackled through.
“seob if you die again i’m leaving the server—”
“hold on.” jongseob muttered rolling his chair toward you. “my girlfriend wants attention.”
he then grabbed your waist lazily and pulled you in, pressing a kiss to your lips.
jongseob slowly pulled away, his eyebrows scrunching together. “why is it spicy?”
you bit your lip tryinf to not laugh. “what do you mean?”
“why are your lips spicy?!” he said immediately rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.
you couldn’t help but laugh. “it really worked!”
“you did this on purpose?!” he gasped dramatically “my lips are burning.”
from the headset, shota started laughing. “bro what happened?”
“my girlfriend poisoned me.” he said with a pout.
“it’s lip plumper!” you rolled your eyes playfully.
you wiped the gloss off of your lips and grabbed his face kissing him a few times before he tried to turn it into a makeout.
“HEY I’M STILL ON THE HEADSEAT!” shota laughed.
you pulled away from the kiss. “is that better you big baby.”
content: bf!theo x gn!reader
warnings: no pronouns but implied that reader may wear a bra? a tiny bit suggestive for one text, theo being sassy, banter
note: the hiatus is over & i'm sooo back :p i'll be posting mostly for piwon for a little while since i just met them & all my brain can do is think about them !!
