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sanhwaiting:

wooyoung ☆ bouncy ☆ 230616

Carlos is so sexy lol

3 weeks ago - 737 notes - sanhwaiting

Anonymous asked, "

i need to give jiung the best head of his life omg…. he definitely puts his hands in ur hair too….

sxcret-garden:

anon I think I have something for you… 👀

This is the Jiung I saw while reading this 😍😍😍 I’m dead

4 weeks ago - 24 notes - sxcret-garden
#jiung #jiung smut

tebaragi:

JIUNG — weverse live 220825

(via userjiung)

1 month ago - 201 notes - tebaragi

n1cholaswang:

ALL MINE — CJU
nonidol!au — boyfriends!bestfriend!jiung x afab!reader
cw: established relationship w/ intak, cheating (i don’t condone it so don’t do it mfs), first orgasm (lol ikr), unprotected sex, oral (f!r), praise, degradation, name calling, choking, rough sex, fingering (f!r), squirting (?), getting caught, idk tell me if i messed something
wc: 2.7k
a/n: after a long wait, here it is! i removed a little bit of content from my teaser post but that’s cause i felt a little rushed and i wanted to get this out like… asap. i hope y'all enjoy even tho it’s not the best. oh btw! lmk if you want a part 2 ;)

YOU and intak have been together for almost a year now and while things have been more than great, you couldn’t help but feel like something was lacking.
two months into the relationship, intak had introduced you to his closest friends, taeyang, keeho, shota, jongseob, and jiung.
they all quickly became your friends and took you in as one of their own.
all except jiung.
while he put on the front that he was alright with you around, he wasn’t. and that was mainly because, even if he had his eyes on you for a second, his cock would harden under his pants.
you are the most beautiful person he had ever seen before, and your intellect only intrigued him more. he wonders how someone like you could even be with someone like intak.
sure, intak was his friend and he adored him but when it comes to you, he could care less about intak, or anyone for that matter.
you didn’t begin to get close with jiung until keeho’s new year’s get together.
you had found jiung on the balcony, looking over the city and quietly sipping his drink.
“whatcha doin out here all alone?”, you joke, taking a seat next to him
he shrugs and takes another sip, staying utterly silent.
that was until your drunken thoughts got to you and made you start crying.
“you hate me!”, you sob
he chokes on his drink, some of it spilling out of his mouth, “what?! what makes you think that?!”
“you never talk to me-”
“that doesn’t mean i hate you, [name]”
the way your name rolled off his tongue was perfect. like, your name was made to be said by him.
“i thought intak already told you i’m a man of few words”
“he mentioned it but… i didn’t believe him. you just seem so… friendly and outgoing”
he chuckles lowly, “why thank you. i try to be”
you and jiung talked all night, and right when the countdown started, here came intak and theo.
“3! 2! 1! happy new year!”
intak cupped your cheeks and kissed you with much adoration, while jiung sat on the other side of you, not bothering to look at the two of you.
it should be him kissing you. it should be him touching you, holding you, fucking you.
he thought about how cute you’d look with glossy eyes, begging to be fucked like a little bitch in heat.
he thought about how you’d look cumming around him and squirming under him while he fucks you through it.
he thought about how precious you’d look with your lips wrapped around his cock, pretty pink lips stained with the white thickness that would be his cum.
and there it was again, like clockwork, a fucking boner.

four months in and you finally got through to jiung.
so much so that you’d consider him one of your best friends.
you told him everything, even things you’d never dare to tell intak.
your declaration made water trickle down from his nose, “intak can’t make you cum?”
you nod.
“so… you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“nope”, you respond calmly
jiung’s mind went wild. thought after thought of wanting to be your first everything.
you both sat in silence, you gnawing on your bottom lip to ignore the fact you’re incredibly embarrassed and jiung fighting with his thoughts to not say what he really wanted to say.
“would you like me to change that?”
and of course, he let his thoughts win. but in his case, who else but him should make you writhe?
and that’s where it all started: just one orgasm forced by his fingers.
who knew from that day forward you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
every time you’re left alone together, it’s within seconds that your lips are pressed together and moving in perfect sync, your clothes on the floor, and getting fucked deeply into the mattress.
you’ll never do it again, you promise yourself, for intak’s sake. but why does it feel so good? why does being with jiung feel so fucking good?
your affair with jiung was a sin but why do you not care so much?
intak was a beautiful lover, taking the time to pepper every inch of skin with kisses and whimpering in your ear about how much he loves you.
but jiung, he was a devilish lover. all he has to do is look at you and you’ll know exactly what he wants. he’ll look at you then to the floor and you’ll know exactly what he wants. with one calling motion of his fingers, you’re on your knees for him.
intak has told you about how thoughtful and kindhearted jiung is. but with you, oh he’s a demon in disguise.
on intak’s birthday, jongseob and soul came up with the idea to eat lunch at this luxurious restaurant in seoul.
but little did the birthday boy know, his girlfriend was stuffed full of his best friend’s fingers.
jiung would slowly thrust his ringed fingers into [name], making her hunch over their plate.
“doll, are you alright?”
intak’s sudden question pulled you out of that state of pleasure.
you look up at him and nod, “mhm, i’m fine lover boy”
you reach out to grab his hand then jiung’s fingers curled up inside of you, thrusting faster than before and nearly pressing the spot that makes you whimper and clench around his knuckles.
you slam your thighs shut, giving him the signal to stop and thankfully, he does.
and as soon as jiung’s dessert was set on the table, he took two of his fingers — the same two fingers that was just inside of you, scissoring your hole — and gathered the whipped cream, placing his fingers in his mouth and licking it clean.
the whole table looked at him weird, keeho’s face curling up in disgust.
“jiung, we are in public”
“what? it’s sweet”
keeho rolls his eyes, “bitch we’re still in public”
“let me do me”
“today is not your birthday, do you in two months”
jiung leans back in his chair and pokes at his piece of cake with his fork, “i know someone who’ll do me in two months”, he muttered.
“your hand isn’t a who”, jongseob says nonchalantly before eating his spoonful of his dessert.
everyone but jiung bursts into laughter at jongseob’s snarky remark, but he was right.
someone would be doing him in 2 months, on his birthday.

you went into jiung’s room, seeing his headphones on his head and a fashion show playing on his monitor.
you snuck up behind him and slowly pulled his headphones off, giving him a gentle kiss on his earlobe.
you see the corners of his lips curl up before he turns around, his smile fading.
jiung didn’t know you had owned a choker.
jiung didn’t know you had owned a short pastel blue and white plaid skirt.
jiung didn’t know you had owned a lace bralette.
and jiung certainly didn’t know about the white stockings with the prettiest, little blue bows on them.
his eyes traveled up and down your body endlessly, his eyebrows raising and jaw dropping.
“do you like it?”
“like it?”, he huffed, “i love it”
he extends his hands, going straight for your waist and pulling you in between his legs. his calloused but gentle fingers felt you up, sliding up and down your sides to your outer thighs before comfortably slipping under your skirt to cup your ass.
you giggle at his excitement, his hands kneading with the flesh of your ass and placing little kisses on your stomach.
“is this mine tonight?”, he asks before slapping your ass.
you smile at him, resting your hands on his shoulders, “since it’s your birthday, i’m fully at your disposal today”
“happy birthday to me then”
jiung pulls you into his lap, your thighs straddling his. he leans back, taking you down with him and kissing you.
you felt yourself getting warmer, and wetter, his experienced hands cupping your tits. he begins to kiss your collarbones, gradually making his way up to your neck.
“since you’re mine for the next 24 hours”, he mumbles against your skin, “if i want you, you’ll come to me, right?”
you hum in response as jiung’s hands grope your ass once again.
“even if you’re with intak?”
your lips press together into a line as you thought about how to answer that.
on one hand, it was jiung’s birthday and you wanted to make him feel special since you’ve been spending all your time with your boyfriend. but on the other hand, you didn’t want intak to be suspicious.
“yes, even if i’m with intak”
what the fuck [name] i thought you were still thinking, you cursed at yourself.
you assume that was the answer he wanted to hear. as soon as those words left your mouth, jiung lifted you up and stood from his chair, walking over to his bed and placing you on it, his body hovering over yours.
his hands traveled up your legs to your thighs, groping at the flesh of your outer thighs then moving down to get on his knees.
“try to stay still”, he mumbles before lifting your skirt
his eyes dart up to yours, “no panties? wow, this really is a birthday gift”, he nearly squeals
jiung wasted no time dipping his head into your core. his wet tongue flattened against your folds, prying them apart with the tip and gathering up all the sweet wetness seeping from your hole.
when he lightly sucks on your folds, you squirm and close your legs around his head but his arms link around your thighs, parting them and forcing you to keep them open as he continues to suck on you.
his tongue travels up and down before setting up a home on your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before bringing it into his mouth, suckling on the bud like it was a baby bottle.
you tried to keep your composure but you couldn’t help but moan. the more you tried to close your legs, the tighter his grip got and the more he sucked on you.
his tongue pushed into your hole, your walls tightening around him.
your mouth opened to plead with him to stop, but the only thing that came out was a carnal groan as the fire in the pit of your stomach grows. jiung’s tongue plunges in and out of you as his nose presses against your clit, adding pressure onto the already mind blowing head.
your fingers grip at his hair, yanking harshly as your orgasm is right around the corner.
but it was quickly ruined as he pulled away, lips glistening with your arousal. jiung stands on his feet, pulling him sweatpants and boxers down, his rock hard cock springing into the air. the angry red tip was leaking precum and you couldn’t wait to put that beautiful cock of his inside you.
he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the end of the bed, his tip prodding at your hole before slowly sliding in. your wetness covered his cock from the tip to the base as you pull him down to your lips by his black tank top.
your lips collide and in the heat of the moment, jiung begins to thrust into you at a moderate pace, your soft moans muffled by his swollen and wet lips.
you begin to move your hips with his, fucking him back. and this only riled up jiung more.
he stopped, his hands placed next to your head and his blonde hair in your face as he watches you take his cock by yourself.
he huffs, “you’re such a little slut for me”, he looks back up at you, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, “aren’t you, pretty girl?”
his voice was low which only made more arousal escape from your already stuffed hole, not that he minded. he loved the messes you made for him, and just for him.
normally jiung was a clean, very neat individual but once you’re under him, all that goes out the window.
he pulls away, his cock slipping out with a string of wetness still connecting you to each other. he flipped you over onto your stomach, bunching the tight short skirt you had on and pulling you nearly off the bed.
he wraps a hand around himself, pumping it a few times before entering you again, this time at a dangerously slow pace. his thrusts became deep, his tip brushing against that gooey spot inside of you while he lays down on you and kisses the shell of your ear.
“i’m gonna make you mine…”
his hips lift up, slamming into yours as he puts much power and emphasis into his next words.
“all… fucking… mine…”
you cry out as his cock hits that spot again and again, more wetness leaving you and sticking to jiung’s pelvis.
he groans as you clench around him, standing up and slapping your ass before pressing your hips deep into the mattress below you, putting all his strength onto keeping you still.
jiung’s hips pull so far back you thought he was coming out of you before he pushes back into you again, your whole body moving forward from the force and you screaming out in pleasure.
he does it again, hearing you call out his name in desperation before he does it again.
he continues with that action, his tip kissing your cervix and your head buried into the mattress, fingers tugging on the bedsheets and arousal squirting all over his pelvis and lower stomach.
he smiles at the mess you’re making together before he pulls out, slapping his hard wet cock onto your puffy lips and sliding back into you.
you couldn’t hold out any longer, he’s fucking you so good you don’t know if you can even stand after this.
“can i cum? please?!”, your head lifts up just enough for him to hear
“of course princess. i want you to cum all over me. cum on this cock, your cock”
“ain’t this dick yours?”, you could hear the smirk in his voice
“yes! ’s mine!”
“and that perfect little pussy? whose is it?”
you groan loudly, your orgasm was right there.
“please… please… fuck please”
he could feel your legs shaking and he’s satisfied, knowing he’s the only man who would turn you into a babbling baby.
jiung pulls at your hair, forcing you to stand as he puts a hand on your throat and another on your stomach. he feels the bulge of his cock buried deep into you and the grip on your throat tightens as the thought of him breaking you invaded his mind.
and with one more powerful thrust, you’re screaming. he acts quickly and kisses you, your noises being muddled again as your legs and body shakes under his touch.
your body collapses onto the bed, little tremors making you fuck jiung just a bit.
“ha-ppy birthday… j-jiung…”, you say out of breath
“a happy birthday it is indeed”, he smiles
he pulls out of you, getting back into his knees and licking his lips, about to devour your pussy again.
that is until the room door opens.
“hey jiung! happy bir-”
jongseob stops mid sentence, not being able to believe his eyes.
there you were, damn near naked and exposed in front of jiung and him with his cock out, still wet from just fucking you and his lips close to connecting with your folds.
jongseob rubs his eyes, seeing if he was just hallucinating but no, he wasn’t.
“don’t you say a word about this to intak”
“i… i wasn’t even here…”
jongseob backs up slowly, shutting the door and shuddering in both disgust and confusion.
he never took you for a cheater, let alone a homie hopper. but as he stood there and thought about it some more, it begins to make sense.
every time you and jiung are left alone, you two always come back with messy hair and clothes. once, your lipstick was slightly smeared on his fingers after the boys left you two alone for an hour.
it all makes sense now to jongseob, but he couldn’t dare to tell intak, even though intak was calling him.
“hello?”
“did jiung like his present?!”, he was ecstatic
“y-yeah… he liked it…”