Clogging Tags Again, I Apologize But

Anton seems like the type to like to leave hickeys

feel like anton would like to lay with you after sex and trace the little hickies he leaves on your chest. he’s be so fascinated by them, thinking they’re the prettiest things

Gotta update all my links again 😭

#ToEternityWithSOOBIN HAPPY 23RD PAGE OF SOOBIN

with all the recent abs post I’m an even bigger advocate for shotaro freak agenda tbh i just know he can fuck and fuck so good

link imagine him fucking you like this omfg😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 leaving you absolutely speechless, only able to moan his name and after, your legs would be jelly from how good he’s fucked you :( but he wouldn’t care, he wanted to go for another round of fucking you senseless :)

[ hearts don't break ] ⋆ 私の心を壊さないでくださいあなたは再び愛していると言います. . . 💀

this album is jaw dropping, knees dropping and panty dropping

this is from a k ot7 briize. please keep boycotting. and that means a total boycott. take it seriously please. with everything coming out a strong message has to be sent.

„i like noses.. i like big noses, because… you can kinda like sit on them.”

imagine you’re face sitting heeseung, his tongue deep in your hole and his nose stimulating your clit. the pleasure is so overwhelming you can’t stop squirming so he needs to hold your hips down to keep you in place. and his bambi eyes? he uses it to his advantage and to manipulate you for thinking he’s so innocent.

over-stepping.

“but tonight, you belong to me.”

you come to him after breaking with your boyfriend. he’s been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in with him. a moment of vulnerability. a moment for him to overstep a few boundaries. but it’s all to make you feel better. after-all, that’s what he’s here for to make you feel better. but nothing changes. it never does.

song eunseok. ft lee sohee.

angst. smut. no verbal “yes” so dub-con to be safe

your knuckles started to ache, fingers trembling as you gripped onto the doorknob of his room. the sound of his bed creaking and someone elses’ moans slipped under the crack of the door — someone else was in there with him. an intense ringing in your ears and the sudden urge to vomit came crashing over your body just at the mere thought of what you would witness if you opened that door. it had to be a sick joke, it was a sick joke. right? you weren’t hearing what you thought you were hearing — no this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out. no, he’s supposed to be yours. who else can he possibly have in his bed? how could he do this to you. he told you that he wouldn’t do it again.

sohee — a sweetheart, but also a fuck-ass liar. a cheater who can’t keep his word to save his stupid life. but he’s still a sweetheart.

what a lame gimmick. but how did it get to this?

tonight was an exciting night. a very exciting night. so exciting that it had you seated in front of the vanity in your room, makeup thrown across the surface. clothes tossed around in heaps and music blasting through the enclosed space. you were getting ready to go and see sohee. it had been weeks since the last visit — even though you lived no more than twenty minutes apart. but he said he needed his space here and there.

and who were you to not give that to him?

in the midst of beating your face to perfection, you failed to realize the sound of your creaky bedroom door opening and your roommate, eunseok, sliding in. situating himself into your bed in the process. the alarmingly loud thud of his body meeting your mattress made you whip around in the seat — grasping onto the loose t-shirt that framed your body from shock after realizing what the noise was.

“oh my god, you can’t do that seok.” catching your breath, throwing a makeup brush towards his direction before turning back to face the mirror. remembering that you were using that brush, you just huffed while looking for another one. as you searched, the same object that you used to attack him was being thrown right back at you — striking the back of your head.

getting into his feet, eunseoks’ laughter got closer and closer until he was hovering over you. leaning his body onto the back of your chair, he planted his hands onto the table. scanning the contents before making eye contact with you through the mirror. “what are you dolling up for anyway? i don’t remember you mentioning anything important this week.” his confusion mixed with curiosity lead to his hands grabbing some random blush that you had discarded. examining the product as he waited.

“getting ready to see sohee. he invited me over.” responding in a low tone as you focused on getting your liner to match each other. elbows resting up on the vanity as you tried to keep steady. being so focused on your eyelids that you just barely missed the male rolling his eyes. just barely though. “what are you rolling your eyes for??” questioning him, you placed the pen down, looking at him through the mirror once more. waiting to hear whatever bullshit opinion he has floating around his head.

“come on, you know why.” lowering his chin down onto your head, you stayed silent — waiting for him to further elaborate. sighing, eunseok continued, “he admitted to cheating on you, not just once but multiple times yn. and you’re still so quick to run back to him. and then you come to me begging me to tell you what to do, and every single fucking time i-“ his rant was cut short by the buzzing of your phone. hands darting to pick up the device, sohees’ name glowed on the screen. swiping to open the text, it was almost as if the world came crashing down and bursted into flames. nothing could have prepared you for the moment he would breakup with you over text.

so much for a peaceful day.

pushing yourself from out the the seat, you were out the door before eunseok could even react. throwing on a a pair of beatup af1s and one of eunseoks’ jackets that hung near the door — still in your pajama shorts. fumbling with your car keys as the cold night air hit your body. his words on loop in your mind as you turned on the car.

this isn’t gonna work anymore.

body hot, you darted through the doors of his apartment complex. sweat lining your face as you beelined up to the elevator, heads turning as you rushed through the once peaceful lobby. once at your destination, your movements didn’t slow. only quickening as the pads of your fingers smashed against the elevator button. breath low and heavy, mouth dry and legs weak — you waited for the machine to reach your floor. mechanical doors opening, you pushed your body into the tight space, the judge-mental stares of the recent occupants lingering on your body as you desperately, frantically abused button to the 8th floor. body trembling, you stood in front of the sliding doors.

you looked like a lunatic.

but that was the least of your concerns, all you could think about was his text. the text that sent you spiraling in a matter of seconds. the text that would be the reason you drove through the streets like a loon. he wanted to cut it off, but no. no he can’t do that. he’s yours and you’ll do anything to keep it that way. the ding of the elevator snapped you out from the manic episode, paranoia, you were experiencing. tripping over your own two feet, you sprinted down the corridor — finally reaching apartment 119. feet heavy, you stood idle.

an unsettling feeling flooding your senses. fingers twitching as your eyes burned holes into the wood that you walked through so many times in the past. the door that you were pushed up against after the first date. the door that he shoved your body out of whenever he was upset. the same frame where you sobbed and screamed at him after catching him messing around for the first time.

the door that you always crawled back to.

it all made your heart throb as you twisted the discolored metal. allowing yourself into the space, the strong, nearly sickening smell of cashmere and vanilla made your head spin. the home was dark, but the layout was engraved into your mind — due to spending multiple nights hastily undressing in the pitch black and finding yourself in his room. making way to said room, your feet brushed against a heap of clothing that laid abandoned in the hall. then it hit you, the creaking of his bed-frame and muffled yet ear-splitting moans drowning out the harsh sound of your footsteps hitting his hardwood floor.

holding onto the knob of his room, your heart beat pounded and throbbed in your ears. hot tears getting ready to stream down your puffy cheeks as you listened to the shameless groans that seeped from the cracks of the wood and into your ears — going straight to the deepest depths of your heart and giving the organ a good punch. it was like a slap in the face, this couldn’t be how it ends. no it’s not, you’re just hallucinating.

but you’re not.

a choked out cry of his name gave you whiplash. also giving you the strength you needed to swing open the only thing that was holding you back from the truth. the truth that would inevitably lead to the death of your heart. the truth that would make your breath get stuck in your throat. the sight was like a kick to the gut, staring at the way his hips kept moving even when his face tilted up to meet yours — that sweet smile plastered on his face as his hand was stationed ontop of his latest flings head.

it was as if time had stopped, and you were stuck watching your everything, replace you faster than you could blink. your stomach contracted and ached. legs weakening at the urge to vomit crept up on you before you could even register the feeling in your mind.

stumbling back, your body hit the wall — sending a harsh shockwave down your spine. hands wrapping around your own waist, the option to cry or scream bounced around your mind like a pinball. cheeks hot and puffy, eyes red and swollen, lips parted in pure, raw horror — your body started to hyperventilate instead. blinking away any tears that attempted to escape your irritated and itchy eyes, it was all too much. your balance was fucked — stumbling over nothing, you pushed yourself through his home and out the front door. not bothering to close it as you held onto the wall while trying to find the elevator. it was almost as if you’re whole body was shutting down and the hallway kept getting longer.

head spinning, vision blurred— you finally found the hunk of metal. looking down at your feet, your thumb smashed the button, while your other arm tightened around your body. this whole experience made you sick to your stomach, it was almost as if you could puke there and then. the ding of the elevator making your head snap up. the doors sliding open at an agonizingly slow rate — almost as if it was trying to drag out the torture that you were feeling. as you dragged yourself into the elevator, the echo of your name rang out. he was coming and he was moving quick. desperately hitting the lobby button, your body slid down the wall when the doors closed and you started to descend onto the lower floors.

maybe eunseok was right, he won’t change.

dragging yourself through the now empty lobby, all you wanted to do was curl up and die. but it was bound to happen and in all honesty — it was your fault for being him. over and over again, he would lie and you would believe him. falling back into the same trap, that same cycle of misery. you just wanted to believe he would change.

because how can the sweetest boy you know, be one of the sickest people to ever exist?

leaning back in your drivers seat, your face was covered in tears and your balled up fist repeatedly attacked the flesh of your thighs. the skin bruising with every hit, voice cracking with each staggered breath you took in. lips raw from your teeth sinking into them in weak attempts to hold back hiccups.

eunseok sat waiting in the living room, watching as your little dot on his map got closer to your shared apartment. leaning into the cushions of the couch, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. the sight of you rushing out to try and salvage a relationship that should have been scrapped months ago. he would never say it to your face, bur he truly found you pathetic — a pretty girl who was too trusting. too afraid of losing people who only brought her down. a girl who yearns for the slightest bit of affection, comfort, love. glancing back down at the device, your little blue dot was right outside the door. probably trying to collect yourself before having to face eunseok again.

taking it upon himself, eunseok walked over to the door, pulling it open to be met with a startled you. eyes glossed over, eyeliner running down your face, bottom lip tucked under your teeth — it was a sight straight from a 80s romance novel. eyes scanning your body, his gaze lingered on the way your lips quivered ever so slightly.

expanding his arms, your body came crashing into his. clawing onto his shoulders while his arms held onto your waist. leading you back into the home, closing the door in the process. eunseok allowed you to weep and breakdown into him. swaying side to side in an attempt to soothe your mind — it almost made him feel bad for you. but how could he when all he did was tell you how you should, needed to leave him. being the mediator in your life was getting exhausting, and he truly didn’t know how much more he could put up with.

pulling away, he took the time to swipe at any tears that lingered. then leading you into your room. only for you two to stand there. back turned to him, you slowly glanced over your shoulder to stare at him. so many words being spoken through a simple gesture — until was now leading you to his. there, you waited until he was seated. laying your head in his lap, curling up into a ball as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. the sound of cars zooming below his cracked open window and the dim city lights leaking into the dark room, past the partly opened curtains. your shallow breathing paired with sniffles filling whatever empty space remained. it

“what did i tell you?” brushing his fingers over your warm cheeks, it came to no surprise when you started rambling incoherent and unfinished sentences, trying to defend yourself. sitting up in front of the male, you could feel yourself get worked up all over again. the waterworks starting up again as you started gasping for air as if it was getting forcefully sucked from out of your chest with every sentence. “i thought he would change, i really did.” face scrunched up in discomfort, eunseok pulled you onto his lap — head falling into the crook of his neck as he massaged your back. continuing to spew out senseless sentences that fell onto deaf ears. the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt for the second, but not the last, time tonight. hooking your arms around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself, eunseok moved his hands down to your hips. pushing them down ever so slightly. if you weren’t a mess, it would have been obvious what he was trying to do.

“it’s okay, i got you.” shifting beneath you, the now painfully obvious tent of his shorts rubbed against your thigh. lifting your head, there was a weird tension. attempting to slide off his lap, eunseoks grip only tightened. “let me help you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards, m’kay?” whispering into your ear, he pushed your body down onto his bed. hovering over above you for a moment before crashing his lips down onto yours. nipping and tugging at the already raw skin while his hands forced down your shorts, slipping them all your legs and onto his floor. hands on either side of your head, all you could physically do was let him undress your lower half, too weak from hysteria to even attempt to move.

removing himself from your body, eunseok got off the bed. standing on the side, he gripped onto your ankles — dragging your body to the edge and standing in between them. but he couldn’t help but watch, stare at the way your chest slowly moved up and down with each shaky breath. the way you shifted and writhed under his touch. it all went straight to his dick.

surprising, right? no? ok.

tugging down at his shorts, he pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring up. placing a hand onto your hip, eunseok used his other to drag his tip against your panties. leaving a wet-patch in its wake. a lazy smile on his lips as he teased and teased. slapping your thinly clothed cunt with his length. sliding his other hand down, he pushed the fabric aside, lining himself up with your heat.

“you’re gonna feel so much better, just let me do all the work.” pushing himself past your folds, the ache that you once had was replaced with a slight pain. it had been awhile since you even thought of having sex, refraining from such activities with the knowledge of sohees frequent relations. holding onto your ankles, eunseok folded your legs until they were touching your chest, giving himself the view that he had been longing to see. taking in the sight of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out. ignoring the way you called his name, telling him it was too much.

“you’ll adjust, just take it.” with every word, eunseok snipped his lips against your ass. causing a string of hoarse moans and whine leaving your lips. he was the silent type, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t losing his mind. collecting his composure, he continued speaking you through it, “i’m just here to make you feel better, you’re doing so well baby.” but you didn’t feel better, yeah you felt good. but you couldn’t help that your heart still longed for someone who didn’t care for you, while someone else was between your thighs.

maybe he’ll pick up the phone once this is over.

yana here- hi. heh. the way this took me barely a full day to finish and i thought it would take like 3. the idea was lingering in my mind all week, i started writing it at like 3PM yesterday, then stopped. continued at like 11 and finished right now! it’s currently 4PM. i hope you liked it, idk i liked writing it. kinda mad at myself for making sohee such a bitch but then its hot so idc. also, another abrupt ending because i like the idea of not finishing what i started. dont get mad at me or i’ll cry.

foreign!reader travelling to korea alone got locked out of her hotel room cus she went to the pool and forgot to bring her room card with her. standing alone in front of the door, not knowing who to ask for help since she cant even understand what theyre saying. surely she would be able to find someone to help her get to the front desk and unlock her door, right?

it's getting colder outside so she just eventually decided to just pick a random door and knock on it, hoping against all hopes that the person on the other side would either speak her language or at least be kind enough to help her ask the receptionist to unlock the door for her.

that's when she was met with three young men, eunseok, sungchan and anton that she doesn't know will take advantage of her helpless state

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon gangbang

“do you wanna know what he said?”

you vigorously shake your head, looking over at the man who sits beside you. you blink, tears rolling down your cheeks as the view of anton becomes clear.

“he said you’re stupid,” he says, voice gentle and quiet, not at all like the hips currently rutting into your core. the man, eunseok, mumbles again, his statement ending in a low groan. “so fucking stupid,” anton translates.

a sob leaves your throat as the heat of eunseok’s body hovers over you when he drops his weight into his forearms. he pants into your ear, whispers of words you don’t understand being spewed into your ear with enough venom for you to fill in the blanks. his cock pulses inside you, his thrusts becoming shallow but rough as he starts to groan repeatedly. his stomach tenses against yours after a few seconds, his teeth finding your throat as he stills, tightening balls pressed against your ass. warmth floods your cunt, making even more tears spring to your eyes.

you can’t resist the urge to finally lift your hands, pounding against eunseok’s pale back. his teeth sink deeper into your neck, drawing out a loud cry. you continue to pound against him, “get off! pull out!”

anton translates your words now, his tongue speaking a language you don’t understand. the three men huddled around you laugh, eunseok’s chuckle vibrating through your throat.

the tallest of them all, sungchan, slaps your already sore cheek with another comment. “we’re not done yet,” anton says for him.

you kick your feet, pushing at eunseok more until he finally lifts himself off you. he stares down at you, gripping your chin to make you look at him. his eyes are big, dark, and intimidating. he shakes his head slowly, his physical expression of disapproval making a shiver run down your spine.

you grimace when he pulls out, feeling his release pour out of you. sungchan quickly takes eunseok place, settling between your thighs. a long finger runs down your slit, circling your sensitive hole and collecting the left over cum. he positions it over your lips, raising a brow to signal you to open your mouth. you refuse, shaking your head. cum smears against your lips, the sticky substance still warm.

sungchan speaks again and anton grins at you, “it’s his turn.”