#dom haechan

[nctstar]

idk if u write for tbz but if u do can i request haechan and sunwoo smut pls! if not gamer! hyuck and renjun would b great ILYYY

hi! this is so late I'm sorry :( I don't write for tbz! but definitely for nct. I tried my best with the gamer aspects but I am not a gamer so...ANYWAY I tried my best, what can I sayyy :D hope you like ily too <3

do i seem familiar?

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

pairing: hyuckren x fem!reader (no hyuckren ship)

other members: none

word count: 5k

genre: SMUT bro what can i say

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! reader is a streamer/cam girl, reader and hyuckren speak in korean and english throughout and sometimes don't understand each other but everything is consensual! mention of breasts multiple times, threesome, breastplay, use of whore and slut, profanity, degradation (not too crazy), dom!hyuckren, bit of thigh slapping, fingering, squirting, being held down + manhandled, begging. oral (male receiving), praise kink, intense orgasms, double penetration, rough sex, crying during and after sex, tiny bit of overstimulation (not really), finishing inside, kissing, alluding to aftercare at the end (very important!)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: lowkey i think all my smuts are a little bit similar to each other haha. ALSOO the italics in quotations are things said in korean, and non-italics is english, hope that's not confusing.

y_3to3: you look so pretty today baby <3

A flood of messages inundated your screen, aggressively drowning out the simplicity of the one that had caught your eye. Much like a passing quiet comment as you walked down the street, or even less – a whisper of a thought, someone who knew too much, or not at all, the thought begging to be heard.

Your face felt hot under the mask, your eyes threatening to water at the light radiating off your many monitors. The red dot blinked, one, two, matching your heartbeat. Camera on.

“Thank you!” You responded as you fixed your top, a skimpy strappy corset top, your chest bursting at the seams as the old push-up bra did its work. You were suddenly nervous, as if he could really see you. Past all the screens, the messages flooding into your inbox, the red, blinking light.

You wondered what the other men would think knowing you and y_3to3 had met. Would they cry? Wail? Beg on their hands and knees in front of you – in front of him? Would they get aggressive? You hadn’t really thought of that. His handsome demeanour, your soft skin, the way your body just melted under the heat of his body…it was not something you could resist by thinking logically.

“No game today, guys. It’s Halloween! I thought we could just chat for a while!” You fought the urge to itch the strap underneath your right armpit, becoming more and more aware of how uncomfortable the bra was. Smiling through it all, you continued. “Uh, can anyone guess who I am?”

The messages didn’t stop coming, but nobody was answering.

You coughed awkwardly, readjusting yourself in your chair, sneaking glances in the mirror behind your camera to check what you were showing off. Damn, you thought, seeing your boobs pushed together, the pouty pink lips and the doe eyes staring back at you, I look like a whore.

New member. The notification caught your eye. No one had really added themselves mid-stream in a while now, not anybody new, at least.

“Hey, welcome!” Your voice came out hesitant, the same paranoia that always overtook you filling your senses. What if it was your mom, or your boss?

You gulped, but there was a message waiting for you within seconds.

해찬: 마스크걸?

Shit. You didn’t know how to read Korean, only learning how to speak bits and pieces here and there.

“Uh…” You were nervous, not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also having this sudden urge to accommodate the stranger that had dominated all of a sudden. “My Korean is not great. And I can’t read. But, thank you.” You cringed at the sound of your own voice, and almost wanted to end the stream right then and there. But then, they replied.

해찬: you speak very good.

A weird warmth spread your stomach, and you couldn’t help yourself. “Thank you, uh, I’m not sure…oh gosh, I guess I have to Google Translate your username! That’s embarrassing.”

해찬: my name is hae-chan.

“Oh, n-nice, nice to meet you.” His forwardness took you off guard, mainly being used to men who had never spoken to a woman in real life joining your chat, timidly hiding in the shadows until they got a glimpse of cleavage and couldn’t hold it in anymore. You gave a small smile, one that would please everyone, but also hide something extra for the people you liked and wanted.

y_3to3: he said you’re mask girl. it’s pretty obvious.

y_3to3: you don’t need google translate. i can do it for you. and more. if you want.

Your heart pounded, suddenly quietened by this virtual conversation. Your eyes read the letters over and over again, until the texts rose on the screen.

해찬: yeah, so can i. i just thought she could read korean. my bad.

Your head swam, not knowing how to process all this. One had itched to turn your camera off, suddenly feeling really vulnerable and exposed. That blinking red light kept relenting in the background.

You clapped your hands together. “Guys, it’s kinda getting late! You guys need your sleep, and so does your Mask Girl!” You ignored the men who moaned and groaned at it being only 11pm, and how you didn’t even dance for them tonight, or spill water down your shirt. “Until next time, okay? Stay safe, everyone!” Your voice felt too perky, like it was out of a Black Mirror episode, unsettling and uncanny.

The red, blinking light went off, and you sighed. A million thoughts entered your brain, but they were all immersed in the fog of tiredness that took over your body. Legs moving at their own accord, you stumbled over to your bed, ripping the mask off in the process. As your stomach pushed up on the already too-tight top, you felt breathless as you lay at the foot off your bed, but you closed your eyes, listening to your muscles screaming for rest. “Renjun, his name was Renjun, I think…” You whispered, feeling a little crazy, a little like a witch or a little girl trying to manifest the attention of their crush they looked at for 2 seconds. He hadn’t taken his mask off, but you had felt him anyways. Inches sheathed inside you, thrusting in time with your moans. “Fuck.” How could you want someone that bad? Is this what those lonely men in your dms felt like?

Nevertheless, the memory of the smell of expensive cologne, hands roaming limitlessly on your uncovered body, dragon-like eyes watching you as you fell apart – all of it let you dream restlessly, your body twisted uncomfortably on your bed, your computer droning in the background and the makeup remaining untouched on your face, skincare be damned.

∞

You hadn’t seen his face before today, and you kind of hated yourself for agreeing to meet him again. He was mask-less, and you quickly realised he had a face sculpted by divine forces themselves, sharp, meticulous, perfect. Enough to ruin your life in a heartbeat.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Renjun? I-I’m sorry if I’m not pronouncing that right.”

He nodded silently, and you fought the urge to hold your breath, his skin shone even under the crappy lighting of the PC bang. An awkward silence ensued as your brain scrambled for the right words, not only to say but the ones that would be grammatically correct in Korean. “Thanks for inviting me here. Should we find a place now?”

“Are you hungry?” His eyes searched yours, and you felt the pull you had that night at that hotel room, last night as you read the message, he had boldly hit send on for the world to see.

“No.” You shook your head, trying not to smile in an off-putting way. You prayed he hadn’t noticed the pimple on your face, and your anxiety made sure you were thinking about the fact that you had done your makeup differently every second since you had left the house. It looks good. On camera. Not in person. You kinda look like a slut. But in a good way? Too much blush. Should have worn lashes. Should have worn makeup like the day he felt compelled to take you to a hotel and f-

“I brought my friend. Do you mind?” He looked nervous now, or maybe he was nervous the whole time? You weren’t sure. As you thought of other things, you didn’t process the fact that he had asked you a question.

“Is this her?” You could have sworn you had heard a voice, but Renjun didn’t react to it, and you wondered if it was another voice in your head. “That’s okay, right? Or if you don’t want him here-“

“Him?” Another person was definitely a little unexpected. But you swallowed the little shock you had and tried to reply normally. It’s not that bad. It won’t be awkward. At least he didn’t say she – HAH!

“No, I mean, that’s okay!” Your voice was started to travel upwards to an obnoxiously high pitch, and you willed it down again. “Is he here?”

“Renjun-ah, I already found a place for the two of us. You didn’t tell me she was-oh.” The unidentified voice stopped as soon as the man stood in your line of sight. The first thing you did was use all of your willpower to prevent your jaw muscles slackening and letting your mouth drop wide open.

Holy fuck. He is so hot.

“Donghyuck.” He nodded so slightly it could have easily been missed. Your brain on overdrive at the sight of two of the hottest men you had ever encountered in front of you made you momentarily mute, and it was like Donghyuck picked up on that. Smirking, he looked down, muttering cute.

Oh my god, what is happening right now…

“This is my friend…maybe we better sit down somewhere else?” You nodded, forcing yourself to hum in response so it didn’t seem like you had gone brainless suddenly. You tried to contribute to the visual search, looking around, but your ears heated up at the realisation that Donghyuck was staring you up and down. His black rimmed eyes, whether from makeup or lack of sleep, danced across your body before resting on your facial features, making your stomach start doing backflips. You pointed at an empty row, desperate now to sit down. “There. That works, right?”

“Sure.” The English rolled off Donghyuck’s tongue in a way that indicated it wasn’t his first language, but he was oozing with confidence regardless. You finally met his gaze, fire erupting in your throat as he smirked directly at you.

Minutes later, for some reason, you were seated in the middle of them – Renjun on your right, Donghyuck on your left. The nerves were being pushed aside with a sort of familiar comfort as the game, one you had played multiple times on stream, one you were famously good at, started up. Colours flickered across your shiny eyes as you stared, unblinking.

When you started playing, you might as well have forgotten about the last twenty minutes of your life. Your fingers sprung across the keys, words erupting out of your mouth without permission. At one point, Donghyuck’s character and yours fought for an entire five minutes, both of you getting so close to finishing before swapping over, going at it repeatedly (that’s what she said). At the last minute, you prevailed. You heard him curse loudly as the character fell to the ground, red blinking letters taunting him, filling his screen. “Oh, she’s good.”

“Mmm, she is.” The emotions that had raced through your body moments ago was fighting this newfound adrenaline in your system, and you wondered what to say next. What to do next. Your hands were getting clammy, cold. Your right leg bounced on the seat.

“Again?” You turned to Donghyuck, unaware of the confidence that was taking over. He glanced at you before returning to his screen, rebooting the game. You were getting ready to turn back around, face your screen, when he said,

“Were you mask girl on camera last night?”

It’s like you could feel Renjun’s eyes widen. You were shocked, hairs rising on end. The anonymity that came with your job shattered with dangerous intent, and you tried to shake your head, to deny it. You were never a great liar.

“We hooked up once, Donghyuck. It’s not what you think.” The words pierced you, and you were frozen in place, like someone just superglued you to your seat.

“That’s not what I was saying- Look. Renjun told me what you do. And, you kinda remind me of the girl I saw last night.”

So any girl with tits is a cam girl to you? You wanted to say, but the language barrier and the decency that comes with being in a public place stopped you. And what if I am? Why are you asking me this?

“Why are you saying stuff like this?”

“No, I-“

“Donghyuck.” Renjun’s voice came as a warning, but that was when you noticed Donghyuck’s name on the screen, unapologetically butting into the conversation.

해찬

“Oh my god.” Both men appeared concerned, stopping their bickering. You felt one hand rest on your thigh gently, tentatively. “Sorry, are you-“

“You’re Haechan?” You turned to Donghyuck, and he nodded carefully, dark eyes locked into yours, blank, unassuming. Your stomach swirled with the remnants of the thin instant coffee you had swallowed minutes ago, Renjun’s hand on your thigh stilling your bouncing leg. “I just, well, I didn’t expect-“

“It was, um, accident. I’m not like other men.” You fought the urge to snicker at his endearing broken English, sounding completely like an incel but not intending too. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just curious. And Renjun told me he had met a cam girl, and, well, it kind of just made sense in the moment.”

You nodded, not sure how to react. You watched as Donghyuck’s hands flew as he spoke, his lips curled in, almost pouting, his features turning almost cartoonishly apologetic. It was so adorable, a stark contrast to the intensity of his eyes, the sharp edges of the hair that grazed his eyebrows.

Renjun sighed loudly, and you felt the warmth leave the middle of your thigh as he removed his hand from your body. He cursed silently, rubbing at his temples. “Sorry if this made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no, no,” You tried to be reassuring, but your voice shook, not for the reasons they had thought originally though. Here you were, your secrets out, quite literally in the middle of two men you had met in person that you weren’t sure if they were thinking the same thing as you – you needed them so bad – the hypersexual nature of your side hustle now glaringly obvious, threatening to break the taboos of a normal interaction. You shuffled in your seat, right leg itching to rest over your left. “It’s okay, um. You guys seem nice enough. Shall we get something to eat after this?”

One thing had led to another. One instance of Donghyuck swiping his card before you could even flick yours out. Let me. Renjun picking up a dessert you had said you liked in your streams maybe once. Them gesturing at your nose, realising the whipped cream had rubbed off. You licking your fingers with satisfaction underneath the white flickering lights of the convenience store. Tastes so good, wow. Donghyuck’s fingers grazing your hips as he pushed past you to open the door for you and Renjun. You pretending not to notice that Renjun was staring at your top, hoodie off to expose the crop you usually only wear at home, feeling embarrassed that there was a stain on the right arm. Wondering if he thought you were unkempt, unorganised. Wondering if that was a turn off…

“Wow, nice building.” Donghyuck’s hair shone as you looked back at him, your Hello Kitty bag slung over one of his forearms. You pressed your lips together, feeling a little vulnerable, maybe even a little scared. “Yeah, I get good money from, well. Maybe I should just quit my job!” Renjun laughed, but Donghyuck was silent, perhaps from not understanding, perhaps thinking about something else. You weren’t sure.

“Um, I don’t really have a dining room,” Your voice trailed off as you looked at the mess in your little kitchenette, the lack of a sofa or coffee table imminent in the blankness of the room. “Been kind of busy, didn’t really have time to…” You were more or less lying, more or less talking to yourself, forgetting that English was probably not the best language to explain things in right now. You nodded at no one in particular, before pointing at your bedroom door. “Should we…?”

Renjun had laughed audibly when stepping into your room, Donghyuck muttering cute once again but just a bit louder this time. You chuckled weakly, but your face started to burn, embarrassment leaking into your veins like a potent poison. The plushies and Sanrio merch made you feel more exposed than ever, and your eyes widened when you noticed your favourite orange dildo resting on the bed, as shameless as a naked lover waiting for you after a long day at work. “Uh, okay, um,” You began to babble, trying to quickly shove away the apparatus and praying it would grow legs and run away while they weren’t looking. “You can sit here.”

You bounced on the bed as the two men perched themselves next to you, you in the middle again. The plastic bags filled with random knick-knacks Donghyuck had swore you wanted crinkled as he bent over, tying a knot at the top. “You alright? You seem…nervous.” His nonchalant concern made you want to melt, want to lean over and start making out with him. What did you want, really? Why did you invite them here?

“Are you waiting for something?” Renjun’s breath tickled your ear, surprising you. You turned to face him. His scent the same as that night. Leaning over, his eyes darted back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

As if on cue, you felt one arm wrap around your middle, knee nudging your legs apart. You tried to whip your head around, but Renjun stopped you, pressing down on your forehead so your head rested on the back on Donghyuck’s upper shoulders. You whimpered. “Donghyuck…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you.” You both adjusted so you were perched on his lap now, staring at Renjun, eyes wide in anticipation. You felt Donghyuck’s hard-on press into the ridge of your lower back. Stifling a moan, you tried to slip up and down his lap, but felt a hard slap on your thigh when you did, your actions failing to go unnoticed.

“Whore.” You whimpered, feeling Donghyuck nibble on your ear, relentlessly but also with a slight care, as if tending to an animal at flight risk. “Take your top off, if you want this.”

If you want this. His words swam in your ears, and both men paused, waiting for you to act. The tension in the air was thick, but also, you realised, fragile, like a bubble of lust that would pop with the right words, if you didn’t consent. They would definitely leave. They would never mention it again.

But you shrugged off Donghyuck’s arms around you, almost drooling at the veins, the muscles that bulged even as he let go. You pulled your top off, one hand behind your back to unclip your bra. You could feel the surprise, the shock, before Renjun latched onto one of your nipples, your back arching and Donghyuck pulling you flush against him again. “O-oh…”

“You think you can cum just like this? Filthy girl.” You weren’t really sure what exactly he was talking about, but you understood cum and whore, and you shook your head. “Want more, pl-, ah, Renjun-ah!” He started leaving love bites down the middle of your chest, another hand flicking your other nipple. You squirmed. “Please, please…”

“Showing off her rack to any man who wants it, Donghyuck-ah, did you know?” You did understand that, and your eyes watered at the humiliation, simultaneously feeling yourself get wetter as you did. “Fuck, I bet she gets off on it.”

You shook your head, but you were moaning too, which didn’t really help your case. “Please, wanna cum, please, no more-“ You tried pushing Renjun’s head off you, to which he obliged, silencing you with a kiss instead. “Tell us what you want. Come on. Otherwise I’ll leave. We’ll leave.” Donghyuck wiped your tears with his free hand, making you suddenly melt deeper into his body, into his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, your bare chest rising and falling. “Mmm, I want, um, I want your fingers, please.”

“Like this?” Renjun buried one hand inside your pants, and you took it as a sign to lose them, the both of you awkwardly shaking them off. He pulled your panties down just enough before pressing his index finger onto your clit, swirling around, making your thighs tremble. “More, please, i-inside!” Your voice rose as he inserted one inside you without warning, your fluids now gushing out, exposing you. You felt Donghyuck move his head over your shoulder, to watch you, you thought. The thought was enough to feed the humiliation even more, not even registering Donghyuck slapping at your thigh repeatedly as you watched your hole constrict around Renjun’s fingers. Moaning, you tried to move your leg away, panties now sliding off your calves and onto the floor. Donghyuck tutted, wrapping his arm underneath your thigh to push it closer to your chest. “Rest your leg on his shoulder for me. Quickly.” You complied, submission clouding your senses. The new angle allowed Renjun fingers to travel deeper, curling near that spongy part that always made you reach your climax when you pressed your dildo against it. The warmth and spontaneity of real fingers was making you shake uncontrollably, tears springing to your eyes. “Oh, haah, fuck! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed, whining and trying to scramble away as Donghyuck pressed your thigh to your chest tighter, groaning in your ear as he watched you squirt all over Renjun’s fingers, damp spots sprouting on his pants as you did.

Your eyes were ringing, spots clouding your vision. You babbled incoherently, trying to catch your breath. Renjun pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. “You okay?”

“Mmm.” you managed to make out, wiping your tears. “Wow, that was…really good.”

“Open.” Renjun pressed his fingers to your lips, allowing you to suck the ends, tasting yourself. Donghyuck’s chest vibrated as he hummed in satisfaction. “Fuck, you think you can suck me like that, baby?”

You nodded, pathetically, like a bimbo, holding your boobs as you scrambled towards the floor. You heard Renjun groan and unzip his pants as your knees scraped the carpet, and you flipped your hair over one shoulder, hands pulling at the waistband of Donghyuck’s pants. He leant back, spreading his knees further apart so you could inch closer to him, one hand sneaking up and feeling the ridges on his stomach. “Eager slut.”

The bulb sprung out, meeting your lips, and you teased his slit carefully, batting your eyes up at him in a way you thought he would like. He raised one eyebrow, but you could tell he was flustered from the way his ears burned red. “You can tease me, but don’t cry later when I do the same to you.” You giggled, wrapping both hands around his thick length. Wondering how it would feel nestled all the way inside you, whether you would be able to feel it in your stomach.

As soon as you opened your mouth, planning to suck the tip first, salty precum already pre-erupting in your mouth, you felt something hard press against your now exposed, soaking core. On instinct, you tried to straighten up through your back, but Donghyuck gripped the back of your head instantly, keeping your face close to his leaking cock. “No. You stay here.”

“Renjun-ah…” A sharp inhale as you felt him push inside, warm and so tight, the inside of your thighs now completely wet. You began to moan, mouth open, letting Donghyuck push you on his cock, shutting you up immediately.

Renjun groaned, throat constricting with every word he spoke. “Take me so well every time. Fuck. So good.” Your moans disappearing, morphing into lewd choking noises as Donghyuck held you in place. Your eyes pleaded with him, and he released you, sending you flying backwards, coughing up a mix of saliva and his precum. He gripped your chin, watching your glossy eyes stare back at him. “Don’t do anything. Don’t even think, baby. This is what you need.” You could only moan in response as Renjun gripped your hips, body flopping down as he began to thrust into you faster and faster. The way your walls constricted around him was orgasmic, nails scratching at the carpet as if it would help you anchor your body. “Fuck, yes, oh my god…” Your moans turned into cries, and you felt your impending climax overpower your body. “Please, nggh, so much…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling yourself lose control over your body.

Renjun pulled your hair so you were forced to look up. You squealed, chanting his name like a mantra. “Should I fill you up, baby?” You could only cry in response, core twitching without permission. Donghyuck brought his cock to your mouth again, cock prying your mouth open as you let your jaw slacken. Fully hard now, you gagged noisily. Renjun whispered praises in your ear as Donghyuck thrusted into your mouth, tears streaming down your face at the impact. “Good girl. Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for us.” You felt yourself fall apart, muscles paralysing as you came. Not long after, Donghyuck shot ropes of cum down your throat, swearing as he did. “You gonna swallow, baby?” No energy to nod, you brought one hand to stroke the back of his thigh, knees now sore against the rough carpet. As Renjun pulled out, you squeezed your thighs together, not letting anything leak onto the carpet. Donghyuck helped you up once you released him, carrying you bridal style to the bed, lips meeting yours once your back hit the mattress. “H-Hyuckie…”

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s such a pretty nickname. You wanna keep calling me that?” His eyes were roaming down your now naked body, your lower stomach glistening with fluids. He separated your folds with his fingers as you snapped your legs against his hand. He laughed as you shook your head desperately. “Fuck, wait, I’m sensitive! Wait a second…” Chest heaving, you watched as Renjun walked over to the bed, the outlines of his body now blurry from the tears and post-orgasmic bliss. “How are you guys hard again?”

Donghyuck responded by noisily kissing down your body. Unlike Renjun, he was sloppier, softer, more desperate. You craned your neck to watch him, feeling like you were having an out of body experience. Post two intense orgasms, every nerve in your body felt like it was singed at the ends. Yet, you wanted more. Your hips bucked up involuntarily, making you blush. Renjun pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, signalling for you to open your mouth. “You wanna taste my cock too?”

“Yeah…yes, please, I think…” Renjun laughed this time, stroking his length to its full hardness before pressing the head against your lips. At the same time, Donghyuck tapped your inner thighs, and, like a secret reflex, you let your knees relax apart, hips opening. You felt something unmistakably heavy rest on your exposed pussy, and you looked down to see Donghyuck’s rubbing himself up and down your folds. “Hnghh, Hyuck, oh, will it f-fit?” He looked at you with confusion, suddenly realising you had changed languages. Before you could answer, Renjun grabbed your chin and pushed his hips, letting his cock slip past your lips and fill your mouth. “Shhh. It’ll fit. Don’t you worry.”

“Fuck, noisy girl.” Your moans were vibrating around Renjun’s cock, making him thrust sloppily and deeply, one hand holding your head in place. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself getting filled to the brim, a feeling your tiny dildo could never come close to giving you. “Renjun-ah, she’s gripping me so tight. Fuck. We found ourselves a perfect little whore.” Talking about you as if you weren’t even there, mouth occupied, unable to speak, added to the humiliation tenfold and embarrassingly made you hornier than ever. As Donghyuck sped up his thrusts, the sounds of messy sex filled the room, riling up Renjun even more. Drool ran as far down to your breasts as he thrusted, one of your hands now gripping your boob for support. “You want me to cum all over those pretty tits? Hmm?” You nodded as much as you could with the little space you had, the visual of that almost sending you over the edge.

Donghyuck pressed one finger to your clit, making you slap Renjun’s knee so hard he pulled off with a surprised groan. “Fuck! Oh fuck, please, please…” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Donghyuck pulled out, manhandling you as he pleased. Bending your hips, he pressed your thighs to your chest, pushing his entire length in as both your legs resting over one of his shoulders. This new position took your breath away, your mouth falling apart into a pornographic ‘O’ shape. Donghyuck’s eyebrows furrowed, and you felt him release inside you. Thumbing your clit, your hips jerked off the bed and you cried. “Oh my god! P-please, ah, I’m gonna, oh fuck!”

“That’s it, my baby. Soak the sheets for me.” With one final cry, you squirted the hardest you had ever done before, clit throbbing as you came down from your high. You felt Renjun gently move one arm away from your chest before cumming himself all over your breasts as promised, pleasured moans and stutters of your real name escaping him as he did.

My baby. You pulled Donghyuck near you, crying in his shoulder as he rubbed your back gently, bare skin against skin. “Shhh, you’re okay. It’s okay.” You felt Renjun pull your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently as you breathed deeply. “Good girl. You did so well. So perfect for us.”

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[hrts4doie]

sloppy seconds (study buddies pt. 2)

wc: 4.7k

warnings: f!reader, threesome between you + doyoung + haechan, sub!haechan, switch!reader, dom!doyoung, cuckolding, degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink, dacryphilia, doyoung is shy at first then becomes mean, haechan gets ignored and cries a lot, everyone’s a bit perverted, haechan finds a new study buddy (sorry doyoung)

a/n: this is part 4 to me and @haetrack’s nerd!haechan series but can also be read as a standalone! our idea that finally made it out the dms can u believe it.. this is literally pure filth btw. part 3 (doyoung being added into this mess) can be read here on val’s account!

haechan lost. he made a stupid bet, too caught up in his own pride, and he lost.

it’s not like he failed his exam. he did great, sure, but he still lost. to make things even more humiliating, he lost by one point. you consoled him, telling him that it was okay, but even then he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he messed up.

he’s jealous, the feeling eating him up inside knowing that doyoung, who was his favorite study buddy, is probably up right now, gloating in his glory and imagining everything he’s gonna do when he gets his hands on you.

if this were under normal circumstances, haechan might not have minded inviting doyoung over to have a threesome with his girlfriend. he thinks of himself as someone who’s generous, one that's willing to share if the situation was right, and he’s close enough with doyoung that it wouldn’t necessarily be weird. but this isn’t under normal circumstances and haechan’s only sharing you because he lost a bet.

for once, haechan thinks that he might actually hate life. he decides that this is all probably just some sick joke the universe decided to play on him, and unfortunately for the universe, haechan doesn’t really find it funny.

frustration heavy on his mind, haechan pulls out his phone and opens up his messages with doyoung. if he was going to even consider going through with this bet, they needed to talk.

haechan: we need 2 talk

haechan: about the bet.

doyoung: oh?

haechan: ur lucky she even agreed

doyoung: didn’t you make the bet assuming that she would already? lol

haechan: whatever. just come over tmrw and we’ll talk

haechan: [address attached]

when doyoung comes over, it’s awkward.

you’re sitting on the couch with haechan next to you and the air in the room is tense with doyoung’s presence. he’s sitting across from you two, eyes darting around the room nervously. he realizes that in reality, meeting up with your friend to have a threesome with his girlfriend isn’t as easy as it sounds. is he supposed to look at you? make the first move? doyoung’s head hurts thinking about the situation.

it probably doesn’t help that haechan, your boyfriend, is staring hard at doyoung. you place a hand on his thigh, trying to comfort him while also trying to get him to stop.

“hi doyoung,” you greet, smiling warmly. if haechan wasn’t going to speak and doyoung was too nervous to even look at you, you had no option but to take the initiative.

doyoung falters, staring at you for a few moments before opening his mouth to respond. “hey, __,” he greets back. he gulps, nerves getting the best of him. he runs a hand through his hair, desperately trying to ignore how intensely haechan is staring at him from the corner of his eye.

“thanks for coming over to-”

“okay,” haechan cuts you off, “no more small talk!” he didn’t like the fact that you two were about to have a conversation about this without him. if he wasn’t going to get the first say, this wasn’t going to happen at all. sue him for being a bit possessive, but how else was he supposed to react knowing that right after this, doyoung was going to be fucking you? “there’s no need for,” he pauses, waving his hands around in gesture, “all this. i’m already humiliated enough, okay? let’s just get this over with.”

you side-eye him, noticing the growing blush on your boyfriend’s face. he’s embarrassed and almost as nervous as doyoung is.

“first of all, you can’t cum in her, okay? that’s.. that’s weird and she’s mine, so don’t get any stupid ideas. you should be grateful i’m even letting you touch her at all,” haechan mutters, suddenly avoiding eye contact with doyoung. this was so humiliating to talk about, especially with you right next to him.

doyoung runs a hand through his hair again, nodding. he glances at you, then haechan, then back to you. “is there anything else off limits?” he asks, his gaze subtly dropping down to your lips.

haechan catches this, huffing. “stop staring at her like that, man! you can.. you can kiss her, i guess. only if she wants! w-we’re not vanilla or anything like that, so that’s the only thing that’s off limits,” he frowns. the clarification was unnecessary, but he didn’t need doyoung getting any ideas about what their sex life was like.

“i don’t mind if you kiss me, doyoung,” you add in, squeezing haechan’s thigh. it was a warning, telling him to be nice.

“o-okay, yeah. i got it,” doyoung says, exhaling nervously. he runs a hand through his hair one more time. now that the rules were out there, it was awkward again. he still didn’t know how to approach this, his mind racing with different kinds of thoughts. he glances between you and haechan, uncertainty clear on his face.

a few moments pass and still, doyoung hasn’t moved. this only frustrates haechan because seriously? he gave doyoung the opportunity to touch his girlfriend and he wants to be nervous about it?

if doyoung won’t make a move, haechan will. he turns to you, leaning forward to kiss you. it’s rushed, messy, and bordering on desperate when he kisses you, hands immediately coming to grope at your skin. he’s eager, you can tell, trying to get doyoung to do something.

you pull away from the kiss, pushing haechan back by his chest. “s-slow down, babe,” you gasp out, just barely short of breath. he goes for your neck instead, leaving wet and sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach. you place a hand in his hair and yank him away from your neck, frowning. “you know your manners. doyoung’s our guest and we should welcome him properly.” haechan only whines at this, unhappy with the interruption.

doyoung, with his hands gripping his thighs, looks like he’s seen a ghost. this was weird and intruding on so many levels, yet he feels his dick growing harder as the seconds go by. you were so hot and he badly needed to be in haechan’s place, kissing and touching all over your body.

“come here, doyoung,” you call out to him, moving your attention away from haechan. you notice his bulge and giggle, the thought of having two men desperate to be all over you making you giddy.

doyoung gets up from his seat, slowly making his way to you as you beckon him over with a finger. with a newfound confidence and his dick doing the thinking for him, he leans down to connect his lips with yours.

kissing doyoung is different than kissing haechan, you note, closing your eyes. doyoung’s more controlling than haechan is, taking what he wants without asking. his hands cup your face, tilting your head upwards for a better angle. while haechan is pliant and submissive, letting you kiss him as you please, doyoung is demanding and forward.

you moan into the kiss when you feel his hands start to roam, touching and groping your body everywhere he can, as if trying familiarize himself with it. it’s so much and you feel dizzy from the way doyoung kisses you.

a loud whine breaks the moment and you pull away from doyoung, turning to look at haechan. he’s staring at you two, brows furrowed, and clearly upset. he wasn’t used to the attention being on somewhere other than him during sex, and quite frankly, he didn’t like it. not having your attention pains him, especially when it’s on doyoung instead of him. he may have lost a bet to him, but this? this wasn’t fair.

you shush haechan, telling him to be quiet, and ignore his whines of protest. haechan tries not to think about the way his dick twitches in his pants at the quick dismission.

doyoung, finding the whole situation amusing, laughs at how easily haechan folds because of you. his suspicions that haechan liked being pushed around in bed were true, and a fleeting thought about just how far he’ll go to please you crosses his mind. he puts a hand on your cheek, turning your face back to him and leans down to connect your lips in yet another heated kiss.

you cup doyoung through his sweatpants, feeling his bulge, and gasp into the kiss. doyoung is big, bigger than haechan, and the fact makes you smile. he breaks away, moaning against your neck as you palm him through his sweats. “fuck,” he moans, hips bucking into your hand. it’s good, overwhelmingly so, and he hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet.

doyoung thinks that months of sad, heartwrenching sex with nobody but your ex will do that to a man. this is new, and good, and so fucking overwhelming.

“you’re so big,” you whisper into his ear, sliding your hand inside his pants and past his boxers, touching his cock. he groans at the contact, cursing once more.

“yeah?” he mumbles against your neck, grinding into your hand. “bet i’m bigger than haechan,” he adds on, “bet i’ll fuck you better than him too.”

you nod, the words making you throb in your panties.

haechan is quick to protest, frustrated with how he’s just been getting ignored. “that’s not–that’s not true!” he whines. doyoung was not going to fuck his own girlfriend better than him. it didn’t matter if his dick was bigger. he refused to let that to happen.

doyoung pushes you back against the couch, caging you in and sliding a hand down into your pants. he rubs at your clit through the fabric of your panties, making you moan.

“it is true, haechan,” he laughs, “i bet you can’t touch her properly either.” he connects your lips in another kiss, continuing his touch. you’re so wet, soaking through your panties, and it’s driving him crazy. between kisses, he asks, “he doesn’t know how to touch you the way you need it, hm? need me to do it cause he can’t?”

haechan’s humiliated hearing this, shaking his head even though neither of you are paying him any attention. this is so unfair, he thinks again. he does know how to please you and how to touch you. doyoung’s words were just stupid and untrue. what’s stupider is the way he’s so hard, cock straining against his pants while he’s watching doyoung touch you like he’s not even there.

“y-yeah,” you agree, throwing your head back with another moan, “so much better with you, doyoung, fuck.” his hand is inside your panties now, feeling your cunt and just how wet you truly are. his fingers tease along your folds before moving back to rub your clit. the touch is foreign, different than the way haechan touches you, yet you still can’t get enough of it.

haechan hates this. he hates everything about this situation and he’s embarrassed because he he likes it. he likes the humiliation and the way you two ignore him. it makes his stomach twist in unexplainable ways and his cock throbs in his pants every time you tell him to shush or to be quiet.

doyoung is kissing down your neck when you finally call haechan over, deciding to spare him just a little. he scurries to the other end of the couch, desperate for at least some kind of attention. his eyes are wide, silently begging, and he can’t help the whine that leaves his mouth as he gets closer to you.

he tries to ignore that doyoung is right there next to him, hands roaming freely inside your panties while haechan can’t even touch.

you grab him by his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. you love when he gets like this, so needy and desperate for your touch. breaking away, you ask, “you gonna be good and wait, hm? let doyoung have his turn while you sit–fuck–sit there and watch?” it’s difficult to focus with the way doyoung is touching you, his fingers hitting all the right spots.

dumbly, haechan nods. he’ll be good, he thinks, even if the image of doyoung fucking you makes him want to cry.

“good, baby,” you whisper, kissing him again. “take us to the bedroom so you can show doyoung just how good you are, okay?”

haechan watches from the corner of the bed as doyoung peels off your shirt.

you’re laughing, amused by the way doyoung’s eyes widen as he gropes at your chest. it’s experimental and slow, not familiar like the way haechan touches you.

haechan knows he can make you feel better faster than doyoung can. doyoung’s taking his time, learning what you like, but haechan knows. he knows what gets you going and what makes you moan the loudest. it’s frustrating to watch. he wishes he could just show doyoung how much better he is, but he promised to be good.

as doyoung’s hands roam across your bare skin, haechan can only watch as he lets his palm subtly grind against his clothed clock, taking off a little bit of the edge. his cock is so hard it hurts. he wishes he were touching you instead.

doyoung’s whispering words into your ear that are too soft for haechan to hear. it’s as if he’s not even there and doyoung’s your boyfriend instead.

haechan watches as you get manhandled by doyoung, placed prettily in his lap, and watches as he spreads your legs apart. you’re on display, cunt glistening right in front of haechan’s face, and all he can do is watch. he’s staring hard at your core, zeroing in on the way doyoung’s fingers start to carefully dip inside you. he starts with two, slowly starting to pump them in and out of you.

“god, you’re beautiful,” doyoung whispers against your skin. you’re dripping, clenching hard around his fingers as he fucks you. they’re so long, reaching deep inside you and curling just right against your sweet spot. “it’s a shame haechan didn’t share you sooner,” he continues, his free hand coming up to grope at your breasts again.

“doyoung–mmh–doyoung, please,” you gasp as he starts to pick up the pace, fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. a loud squelch sounds as does, your pussy sucking his fingers in even deeper. the sound is embarrassing and it makes you flush a bright red. “d-doyoung,” you moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder and trying again.

“hm?” he hums, smiling against your neck. he’s staring right into haechan’s eyes, a mean look in his eye.

doyoung wants to humiliate haechan and show him that no matter what he does, he’s still going to be better. haechan’s girlfriend is in his lap, cunt dripping around his fingers, and moaning out his name, not haechan’s.

haechan feels stuck when he stares back at doyoung.

you’re oblivious to the silent interaction, too caught up in the way doyoung’s fingers feel inside of you to notice. you moan as he slips in a third, stretching your hole and making you feel full. suddenly, all you can think about is how badly you want his cock inside you.

“you’re so fucking wet,” doyoung groans, looking away from haechan to kiss down your neck. “it’s all for me, isn’t it? not your boyfriend?” he asks, curling his fingers inside you again. the words make you whine and nod, overwhelmed by doyoung’s words and the way he touches you.

you know haechan’s watching, pathetically palming himself through his boxers, and you can’t help but play things up a little. “w-want your cock, doyoung,” you moan, “please, i need it!”

haechan whimpers, hips bucking up into his hand. he’s ashamed, cock twitching as he realizes just how turned on he is by his girlfriend moaning another man’s name. this is so wrong, he thinks. you’ve tuned him out completely, attention purely on doyoung, and yet he’s still so turned on.

doyoung pulls his fingers out of you, wiping them on the sheets, and quickly manhandles you onto your back. you whine at the loss of his fingers, clenching around nothing. you need him to fuck you now and the wait is driving you mad.

“c’mon, fuck me already,” you whine, rolling your hips.

he laughs, moving to kneel between your legs. “yeah? need my cock that badly?” he asks, hands teasing along your thighs. “beg me for it,” he whispers, “beg for my cock and maybe i’ll give it to you.”

doyoung’s doing this on purpose and you know it. you know he wants to humiliate haechan, wants to make you beg for another man’s cock that isn’t his. you know and you like it.

“fuck me, please,” you beg, spreading your legs wider. “want your cock, doyoung. fuck me like i deserve, please.”

“that’s it, baby,” doyoung groans, spitting into his hand and slowly starting to stroke his cock. his tip is bright red and leaking from how badly he wants you. “just a little more,” he beckons, “need to know you really want it.”

haechan wishes the ground would just swallow him whole. tears are starting to well up in his eyes as he listens to you beg and he wishes you would just look at him. doyoung isn’t that good. he can’t be, haechan thinks, trying to console himself.

doyoung teases the tip of his cock against your hole, just barely pushing in.

“please, doyoung,” you try again, wrapping your legs around his waist. he’s so close yet still so far.

without warning, doyoung pushes in, bottoming out in one go. a moan rips from your throat at the sudden intrusion, his cock stuffing you full.

“look at that,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the way you’re practically sucking him in, pussy clenching hard around his cock. “so fucking tight,” doyoung groans, lightly thrusting. he’s letting you adjust, hips barely moving, and it’s still so much. you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper from how big he feels inside you.

haechan reaches inside his boxers, pulling out his neglected cock with a cry. he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of doyoung fucking you, no matter how much he claims to hate it.

you open your eyes, turning your head to look at your boyfriend and the teary look in his eye. “d-don’t you dare touch yourself, haechan. i told you to be good,” you say, ignoring how this makes him whine even more.

you turn back to doyoung, rolling your hips and begging for him to move.

doyoung grips your waist and slowly starts to thrust inside you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. you were so tight around him, making him moan as he starts to fuck you faster. his pace is relentless as his hips snap against yours, cock sinking deeper and deeper.

“s-shit,” he groans, the lewd sound of skin slapping filling the room. “you were made to take it, weren’t you? m-made to take my cock,” doyoung grunts, glasses starting to slip off his face from how hard he was fucking you.

“oh my g-god,” you moan, pussy clenching tightly around him. you can barely think, the pleasure and doyoung’s cock inside you making you lose your mind.

doyoung slows down, stopping his thrusts completely before bringing a hand up to fix his glasses. you whine as he stops, trying to get him to move again.

he turns to look at haechan, a mean smile on his face. he gently starts to thrust inside you again, all while keeping eye contact with him. “look at this, haechan,” doyoung calls, “look at how she’s sucking me in. let’s make a bet on who fucks her better, yeah? you’ll lose that too, won’t you haechan?”

doyoung’s words are mean and haechan’s not sure he can take it. he shakes his head, trying to defend himself. “that’s not–that’s not true, doyoung,” he whines, gripping the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum. he can’t even look at doyoung anymore.

“c’mon, doyoung,” you beg, wanting him to pick up the pace, “ignore him and fuck me, please.”

doyoung turns back to you, leaning down to kiss you. he slams his hips into you, fucking you fast and hard. you moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck, hole twitching around his cock as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

his kisses trail down to your neck and his glasses are starting to fog up from how hot it is in the room. he moans against your skin every time you clench around him, thrusts starting to get more and more desperate. doyoung fucks you faster, pounding into your messy cunt as he feels himself getting close. he brings a hand down to rub your at clit in time with his thrusts, causing you to cry out.

“i’m c-close, fuck,” doyoung moans against your neck. you’re clinging onto his back, moans loud as you try to keep up with his pace. “tell me you’re close, baby,” he begs, grunting as your walls squeeze him impossibly tighter.

too overwhelmed to speak, you nod and your thighs start to shake. all it takes is one more deep thrust from doyoung before you’re cumming, shocks of pleasure washing over your body and your pussy spasming around his cock. “doyoung,” you moan out, hands flying to his hair.

“that’s it,” doyoung grunts, hips starting to lose their rhythm as he feels you cum around him. his dick twitches inside you, so close to cumming, before he quickly pulls out, leaving your hole gaping.

he sits back on his heels, quickly starting to jerk himself off. finally, he cums with a loud groan, dick twitching in his hand before he spills all over you, painting your stomach white. he’s panting, looking down at you with a dark look in his eye, almost as if he’s admiring his work.

you’re a mess, makeup smeared and hair all over the place, and it’s all because of doyoung. his cum paints your skin, and to him, it’s art.

doyoung turns to look at haechan, wanting to brag in his face. the sight is pathetic. haechan is stroking his cock, tip leaking, and all thoughts of waiting for permission to touch himself fly out the window. he just watched his girlfriend get fucked by another man and now he badly needs to cum.

coming back to your senses, you sit up against the headboard and turn your attention back to haechan. “don’t you even think about cumming, haechan. come here,” you demand, “you know what’s gonna happen if you cum without my permission.”

haechan full on sobs at this, pulling his hand away from his cock. his hips buck in the air and you hear doyoung laugh beside you, humiliating haechan even further. tears are rolling down his face as he desperately crawls across the bed to you, kneeling between your spread legs.

“l-let me touch you, please,” he begs, hiccuping. “i’ve been good, just please let me touch,” haechan goes on, babbling about how badly he needs you. his poor cock hangs heavy between his legs, neglected and leaking.

“shh,” you coo, wiping a tear from his eye. “you wanna touch me?”

haechan frantically nods, nearly knocking his glasses off his face.

“i’ll let you touch me, hyuckie,” you whisper, leaning back. “clean me up and i’ll let you touch, okay?” you ask, smiling.

haechan freezes, looking between you and the cum on your stomach. it’s doyoung’s cum that’s all over your body, not his. “clean.. clean that?”

“i thought you wanted to be good?” you ask, placing a hand in his hair and pulling his head down to your stomach. “are you gonna be good or not?”

doyoung’s eyes widen at the situation before he grins. the thought of just how far haechan will go to please you crosses his mind again.

haechan’s face crumples as he sticks out his tongue, licking up the first drop of doyoung’s cum. it’s gross, humiliating, and the taste is strange, but he wants to be good. he looks up at you, tongue traveling across your stomach as he licks up the rest of the cum.

your breath hitches as you watch him and you bite your lip, keeping a hand in his hair.

haechan whimpers as he finally licks up the last drop, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. you yank him up by his hair and connect your lips in a heated kiss. he’s needy, already forgetting about the fact that he just licked doyoung’s cum from your body and thinking only about how he needs to fuck you.

his hands are all over your body, touching anywhere and everywhere after being deprived for so long. he whines against your lips, pulling away to catch his breath.

“please let me fuck you,” he begs, too desperate to think clearly anymore. “please, baby, need to fuck you.”

you shush him, wrapping a hand around his aching cock. “you think you deserve it?” you ask, slowly starting to stroke him. haechan whimpers, hips bucking into your hand. he nods, trying not to cum on the spot.

you turn your head to doyoung who’s sitting right next to you, “should i let him?”

doyoung looks haechan up and down, taking in his pathetic state, and decides to be nice. “let him fuck you. he listened good enough, i think.”

haechan feels relief wash over him at doyoung’s answer, silently thanking him in his head. “come on, please,” he begs you again, leaning down to kiss you on the corner of your mouth. haechan thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to fuck you in the next five seconds.

you let go of his cock, spreading your legs further. “fuck me, baby. show me how much you need me.”

haechan wastes no time, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance, bottoming out in one thrust. he feels tears well up in his eyes again at the feeling of your warm walls around his cock. “f-fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut. being inside you is almost too much.

your hole spasms around his cock, still sensitive from the way doyoung fucked you before. “i want you to cum, hyuckie. you deserve it, don’t you think?”

haechan nods and starts to frantically snap his hips against yours, fucking you like his life depends on it. his thrusts are sloppy with no rhythm, driven purely by want and the need to cum. all he can think about is how he needs to fill you up and show doyoung that he’s the only one who can do this.

you throw your head back with a moan, caging haechan in with your legs. “t-that’s it, baby,” you praise, “cum for me.”

haechan cries out as he feels your walls tighten around him again, hips stuttering. he thrusts in one more time before finally letting go, spilling his cum deep inside you. you pull him down for another kiss, moaning into his mouth.

you pull away, caressing his face. he flops down against you, cock going soft and slipping out. his glasses are gone too, lost somewhere in the sheets and left behind in a fit of desperation. you giggle when you notice this, wrapping your arms around him.

“thank you,” he mumbles, face dropping down to hide in your neck. he’s exhausted and currently rethinking his life choices.

doyoung clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose. “that was.. wow,” he says stupidly, looking between you two. he’s satisfied yet suddenly feeling like he’s intruding.

you giggle, running your fingers through haechan’s hair while you look at doyoung. “i almost want to say thank you for winning,” you teasingly say to him.

doyoung, suddenly shy, bites his lip and asks, “was it.. was it good? better than haechan, i mean?”

at this, haechan whips his head up, whining. “stop! that’s not–no! i’m never making another bet with you again after this, doyoung! this was the first and the last,” he grumbles, squinting at his study mate.

you and doyoung both laugh at his words. “i was kidding,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender. “i see why you two are together. you’re…” he pauses, flashbacks of everything replaying in his mind, “let’s just say you’re good for each other?” the laugh that follows is nervous, almost like he’s not sure how to explain.

haechan decides that he’s definitely opening up applications for a new study buddy after this.

a/n: umm.. hrts4doie first fic who else cheered!! i just want to say THAAANNNKKK YOU SOO MUCCHH to val aka @haetrack for coming up with this series with me and also helping me write parts of this!! im soooo excited to finally be posting this and completing the nerd!haechan series but i love nerd!doyoung so bad i just might write more of him. anyways i hope u guys enjoyed and lmk what u thought!!

tags: @haetrack @beidouvv

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[yunoclips]

Nerd!Haechan who doesn’t even think twice when you ask him to help you with your college course work. He already became slightly obsessed with you when you first came to campus. Tits all perky walking around oblivious to your surroundings. He was eager to talk to you but he doesn’t know how to speak to beautiful lady’s.

Nerd!Haechan who watches your every move. He watches as you always take out a small bottle of perfume everyday , spraying it on yourself. He loves how you smell. One day when you weren’t looking he snuck into your bag and grabbed out the bottle. Not to spray it on himself , but instead spray it on his teddy bear so he can be reminded of you every time he humps it.

Nerd!Haechan who goes cross eyed and dumb while humping his pillows and stuffed toys to the thought of you. Glasses fogging up , tongue lolling out of his mouth. No thoughts , just you.

Nerd!Haechan who starts to tear up when you ask him out. He thought he was dreaming. Did the girl of his dreams really just ask him out?

Nerd!Haechan who has to ask you a thousand times if this is real. He’s so cute :(

Nerd!Haechan who let’s you use him as a stress toy when studying becomes too much. He just sits against the head board with his fogged glasses. He lets you ride him until you can’t think anymore , even if he’s on the verge of passing out from the overstimulation. Such a good boy :(

Nerd!Haechan who does all your assignments for you and in return gets leg shaking head. You’re so good to him.

Nerd!Haechan who worships the ground you walk on. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

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[thetypingpup]

Fucking haechan's face, fucking haechan's face while he's wearing glasses, the hem of your skirt bunched up around his face, his glasses fogging up but you can still see how dark and glassy his eyes have gotten. his hold on your thighs is so gentle despite you being anything but, grabbing his hair, shoving his face in deeper, bucking your hips against him while you grind on his mouth and his outstretched tongue. but he fucking loves it, feeling himself get harder and harder the rougher you're being with him, twitching in his pants with every sound you make.

by now, the metal of his watch has been warmed by the heat emanating from your pussy and radiating off your skin, pressed against your thigh with only a slight offsetting chill. by now a distinctly dark patch stains the front of his gray sweats, his thick cock tenting his pants obscenely, making it obvious just how turned on he is. he keeps going, keeps making you cum, keeps holding onto your thighs for balance as you crane his neck to give yourself a better angle. you ride the rippling waves of his diligent licks, letting the wet muscle of his tongue slip and slide through your folds, your clit bumping against his nose at the perfect pace. the little incessant whimpers he lets out against your core just have your clit pulsing with arousal, making you roll your hips down faster and harder. both of your hands tangle in his hair as you fuck his mouth, determined to get yourself off again.

by now your juices drip down his chin and slide down the side of his neck in clear rivulets, his glasses completely coated in condensation, but you keep going. both of you love when you get like this, completely relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, riding his face to your heart’s content. neither of you even care that you're in the back of the library, shielded only by looming shelves and a thin cover of shadows. the light still streams in from the window, still spotlights the fervently desperate look in his eyes as he holds onto your thighs, licking up the essence that drips from you and hoping he gets to feel you cum on his tongue again.

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[femdomlieeh]

Pink Blush (m)

First time Sub!Haechan ✧ Secretly Dom!Reader

WC—1.8 k

THEMES—new relationship ✧ nsfw fluff (?) ✧ borderline smut

WARNING—punishment ✧ teasing (m!g) ✧ masturbation (m) ✧ use of handcuffs & strap on ✧ praise ✧ light degradation ✧ pet names "mommy", "channie", "bad boy"✧ mentions of gender stereotypes (ew), safe words & (future) pegging

NOW PLAYING—Tattoo ✧ Loreen

[A/N.] old xiumin (exo) version

When this post gets 100 votes I’ll publish a stray kids group reaction chapter👍

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"Come on~! Show me~!" Haechan whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.

Like all the previous times, you answered no.

Yesterday your boyfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (You had left a wattpad tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross), and, although that should've been something positive, you didn't want him to know.

On a daily basis, he already got critique for being younger (looking younger) than his partner, and being too 'feminine' and 'cutesy' – so, to want him to submit to you and make him match other people's perception of him was selfish and thus something you refused to do.

The theory of genders having specific power roles was something you'd always been opposed to, as you do not believe a gender determines a level of power. Truthfully, you couldn't care less if your boyfriend wanted to break gender stereotypes or not — damn, he could wear 'girly' clothes and/or put make up on if he wanted to — but you did care about what he thought of himself.

He didn't like it when people commented on how much younger he looked than he was. He didn't like it when people described him as feminine instead of masculine. He didn't like it when people [excluding you and some of his friends] called him cute. He didn't think that having any of those characteristics was wrong; he just didn't want people to call him those things.

"Please?" He attempted to lure you in with his gleaming puppy eyes – which usually worked – but that method didn't work this time around, because the great amount of vexation he had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to his cuteness.

"No, I don't want to hurt you," you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn't already seen, so your boyfriend could give up his dumb quest. It was a little confusing why he wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how he felt about being belittled by others.

"I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves," he argued, making a valid point since you had said those words from the start of your relationship.

"But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other," you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.

Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Haechan wanted to be more comfortable as he knew this conversation would be long. Chewing on the strings of his pink hoodie, he looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them – everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.

Then a bulb lit above his head.

"But what if I like it when you hurt me?"

You turned your head to his side. There it was. Exactly what he wanted to see. An expression on your face that told him that if he continued this route, he would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, he wanted to find out.

"I'm leaving," you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended. You had to leave, because Haechan was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since he had found out about the femdom part of you.

His face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy with separation anxiety, scared of its owner leaving. This was not the reaction he had tried to get from you. He stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as he saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, he felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship?

"Why are you packing?" he asked, scared of your answer.

"I'm going to Irene's. I can't stay with you when you're making me crazy like this." What you said was true; you were sure he'd crack your patience and make you go full sadist on him if you stayed in the same room as him for another minute – or even worse: another hour or whole night.

He felt relieved that you weren't breaking up with him over a silly argument, but he still didn't want you to stay over at your friend's when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.

"Stay with me," he pleaded lowly, sensing he didn't have many other options than pleading and hoping it'd be persuasive enough for you to stay with him.

"We need a night without each to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?" you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and heading to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.

When Haechan didn't talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why he was being quiet and not protesting some more like he usually would. He was looking you in the eyes as he pulled the hoodie off his torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, he pulled down his pants, making sure he did it slowly enough to send you signals that he wasn't planning on putting on his PJs.

As he stood in only his boxers in front of you, a new bulb lit up above his head – and this one was even brighter than the last one – maybe he did have more options than to plead and strip.

With a smirk he sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You were speechless when he had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that just speaking to him disrespectfully had turned him on.

The moment he started touching his cock and moaning like a bitch, you realized that he had purposely been naughty so you could punish him. He had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because he wanted this; he wanted to be punished.

So, you decided to do it.

You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you'd kept secret from Haechan. He looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still stroking his cock rudely. Damn, he hoped you were doing something femdom related.

"Safeword?" you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight.

"Sun," he answered, smiling at the victory; he was going to get fucked literally.

"I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty boy."

"Yes, Mommy," he said oh so naturally.

You looked back at him after he said the last word, watching him lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. He seemed experienced or like he'd had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, no stutter, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on him.

"Naughty boys don't deserve to touch Mommy," you turned to him with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. He blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did he seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when he'd riled you up like this?

How cute.

Walking slowly to him, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside his legs and startled him a bit at the suddenness of the action. He had teased you, and you wanted to make sure he'd feel teased as well – and what better way to do that than to use one of his biggest weaknesses against him? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra – a pink one. He had always liked that color – though he denied it since it wasn't manly to like pink.

You climbed on top of his body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. He was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above his, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although he liked the bra, he would've loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.

"Hold your arms up for me, Channie," you ordered, to which he listened to instantly. He held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff him to it. But he was wrong. You didn't want him to predict his punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even his fantasy could come close to.

Instead of cuffing his wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to nothing, but it was the opposite; restraining him to air meant that he still could choose to disobey you further by bringing his arms down. "You're going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it'll add to your punishment, understood?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Oh, don't act like a good boy all of a sudden. You're getting punished for a reason, Haechannie," you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether he tried to or not.

"But I am a good boy," he pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.

"Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you're a bad boy," you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. He continued pouting, until he saw the object you took out: a strap on. After removing your pants, you put the fake dick on and adjusted it to your hips.

The strap wasn't bigger than the average dick as you didn't know how used he was to having dildos shoved up his ass – and even though you wanted to hurt him, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with him. He was your squishy Haechannie after all.

"You ready, Channie?" you asked as you crawled back to him, searching his face for any uncertainty. His big eyes and toothy smile hinted at him anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure he was OK with being pegged.

He nodded quickly, "Yes, Mommy, I'm always ready for you."

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❝ Violins playin' and the angels cryin'

When the stars align, then I'll be there

No, I don't care about them all

'Cause all I want is to be loved

And all I care about is you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

No, I don't care about the pain

I'll walk through fire and through rain

Just to get closer to you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo ❞

—lorine zineb noka talhaoui; 2023

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[ch3rryc4ndy]

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On Me

Paring: Haechan dom! Bf x Braty Fem Gf

Genre: Smut

Summary: After a wave of confidence you decide to tease your impatient boyfriend but it only takes a few minutes for him to show you who’s in control

Warnings: language, oral (M receiving), teasing, mean dom! Haechan, degrading, pet names (doll)

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Haechan looks down at you in need, chest rising heavily as he grips onto the armrests. Your hands massaging his thighs as you look up at him teasingly.

“What?” You mock. “Don’t fucken tease y/n” he hisses as he spreads his legs wider, the imprint on his slacks bulging through as he squirms. You hum in response, your hands unbuckle his belt eagerly as he grips onto the leather harder.

“God if you keep teasing I’ll fuck that snarky little smile off your face”

You chuckle at his response, lips pout mockingly in a oh really. You drop his slacks onto the ground, your face rubbing onto his boxers as he bucks his hips “shh baby” you coo softly. Haechan groans in frustration.

Your hands snake under his shirt, the black button up he was wearing wrinkling as you slide your hands up as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He scoffs at your confidence, he pushes you back slightly before he tugs his boxers down.

Hands tangling into your hair as he pulls you back to his lap, roughly pulling your hair into a ponytail “you never listen” he scoffs. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Haechan raises his eyebrows in surprise, he has no idea where this confidence came from. You were usually scared to act like a brat but he’ll admit he loved this new side you were showing him.

His finger grip your chin up to look at him, thumb rubbing onto your cheek as he clicks his tongue “confidence won’t last long.”

You roll your eyes in a scoff “open” he nods. As soon as your mouth opens he shoves your head down, bucking into you harshly as your fingers dig into his thighs. You gag on his cock, the wet noise of him slamming into the back of your throat making your eyes roll back.

“ You’re prettier when you aren’t being a bitch” he smiles. His hands pulling your head back in a tight messy pony tail. Spit runs down your chin as you try your best not to gag. You breathe through your nose as you gasp for air, haechan smiling down at you as he fucks your mouth harder.

“Mmh baby feels s- warm”

You look up, tears forming in your eyes as his head falls back in ecstasy, his stomach clenching as you twirl your tongue around his length. “Fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, strings of cum hitting the back of your throat as you as he holds you in place.

Tears running down your cheeks as he pulls out slowly in a loud whine. His soft whimpers making your thighs squeeze together as you sit back on your heels and look at his chest rising heavily.

His head falls back down to you, his lips smacking together as he looks at your fucked out face. Strings of his cum still on your lips as you catch your breathe heavily “mmh if only you could see how pretty you look doll”

His thumbs rubbing it off and pushing into your mouth. You smile at the feeling of his fingers under your jaw, his thumb moving softly in your mouth as he watches you intently.

You swallow everything he gave you with a smile.

“Don’t think I’m making you cum after all that confidence baby”

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜꜱᴛ (ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ)

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🟪ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴏᴜʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ɢᴏꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ 'ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ' ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

🟪ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ, ᴅᴏᴍ! ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ, ꜱᴜʙ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ.

🟪 ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ : ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, (ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ)

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Freaking hell Y/n, get it together! You internally exclaimed to yourself. The day, two years ago, when you stepped foot in Seoul, South Korea, you took an oath to yourself that you were not going to fall for any, let alone your brother's group members. Shifting from America to Seoul, to be close to your brother after the heartbreak, you promised yourself to not spare a glance at any man. Afterall, being cheated on was not easy for you.

But, who were you to blame, you had to live in the house just one floor under them. And Lee Fucking Haechan was so gorgeous for you to think about the promise you made to yourself. But oh god, you didn't come to Korea just to get your heart broken yet again. Or did you?

You sat in your bed, with your head shoved into the pillow, as you let out a soft muffled scream. Thankfully, Jaehyun was not in the house but oh god did you wish he never gets to know about how you were now crying over the fact that you just got a wet dream about his member. He would not be happy and that was for sure.

Jaehyun was the type of brother who acted like he wasn't protective over you, but you knew well what hid behind that fake facade. Knowing well he had certainly warned his members to ignore any type of relationship that crossed the border of 'Friendship', you had no choice but to admire Haechan from afar.

Get it together Y/n, you don't love him, you're just using him to get over your ex, get it together. But no matter how loud the voices in your head screamed at you, you couldn't help but realise, you maybe just have gotten a teeny tiny crush on him. 'It wasn't of any harm right?' You say to yourself before deciding to move on with your day, while trying to ignore the throbbing in between your thighs. Gosh Lee Haechan, you're going to be the death of me!

You visibly flinch when the door of your room clicks open revealing your brother who stood there with his dimples showing. "Y/n! Me and the boys are playing games, wanna watch?"

♡

You sat there currently cursing yourself for agreeing with your brother, if you had known what he meant with 'me and the boys', you would have rather crawled into a black hole.

You now, sat there, on Haechan's bed, a comfortable bed perhaps, watching him, Johnny and Jaehyun play- whatever game they were playing. But oh well, screw Lee Haechan and his thigh hugging shorts which hiked up till his bare thighs were seen were on show for you.

"Nah bro, Y/n supports me, don't you Y/n?" Johnny speaks up, looking at you as all the attention turns to you and you just wished the ground would swallow you whole. "Oh- yea of course" You managed to answer, trying not to slip up the fact that you were just thinking about sucking Haechan off.

For some reason, everyone bursts out laughing, while Jaehyun looks at you hurt from your words. You could only comprehend what Johnny had asked after answering, and Johnny just wraps his big arms around you while giggling.

You could say, you and Johnny had the best bond with each other compared to others, it was almost like he was your twin. You could see from the corner of your eyes as Jaehyun wiped his fake tears while Taeyong comforted him, that Haechan was the only one who hadn't had a hint of a smile on his face. Instead, he looked…Annoyed?

You don't give it much of a thought, shrugging off other thoughts before focusing on the intense match against Jaehyun and Johnny.

This would be the nth time you cursed yourself that day, not knowing what to do, you just stand there, dumbfounded as Johnny stares down at you. "Tell me Y/n, do you like Haechan?" Gosh it was hard to hide anything from him! This was the moment in your life which you least expected and wanted. Having been caught eye-fucking Haechan while he sat on the couch with his thighs spread with his head thrown back against the head of the couch, the only thing missing from the sight was your mouth wrapped around his thick cock.

Now Johnny stood in front of you, his arms crossed as he interrogated you with raised eye-brows.

"Alright fuck it Johnny suh, yes I do, what are you going to do about it?" The second he heard you, a loud gasp left his lips. "Knew it! Do you know how much trouble this will get him into? Not from the company, but from your godsaken brother?"

You let out a groan in annoyance from the way he fussed over the topic. "Johnny, chill out, it ain't like he would even spare a glance at me, just let me admire from afar." "While dripping wet? Sure, go ahead" You roll your eyes from his words, and just push him out of the way while walking away.

You had sworn to yourself that you'd not let your secret slip up to anyone, for a fact it's just that Johnny knew you well and was able to figure it out, unlike others who won't be able to, right? Absolutely wrong.

Taeyong was currently situated on the chair next to you, his eyes almost bulged out while his hands were on his knees. "I knew it." And it was now your turn to bulge your eyes out, "WHAT?"

Heaving out a sigh, Taeyong leaned back, pressing his back against the cushion of the chair. "Well it wasn't hard for me to notice the way your eyes lingered on him all the time, hell, probably even Haechan knows it too." No, no, no. Haechan was the last person you wanted to know about your little crush on him. Oh how are you going to face him now, knowing he probably has a hint about how much you wanted him to fuck you into the sheets.

You bounce your thighs, your fingers fidgeting while you try to ignore the intense throbbing in between your thighs. Gosh were you ovulating? Or was Haechan just so hot wearing his tight black shirt and leather jacket with ripped jeans. Gosh you wish you could just hump his thighs while he whispers how much of a slut you were for him.

Your dirty thoughts did not allow you to pay attention to anything going on around you, you stared off into the void, which made sense cause you were Jaehyun's sister after all.

Gosh, was agreeing for a vacation to Busan for freaking two weeks good for you? Would you be able to hide it? Cause you can already feel yourself letting your secret slip… gosh damn you Lee Haechan

You were pulled out of your trance of thoughts when Johnny nudged you from your side. "Could you stop eye-fucking him? Even Mark can catch onto your little secret." If it was any other time, you would have laughed at that, but right now you just nodded your head at him.

You had no idea how you ended up in this position, pinned against the wall of your room in the villa, by none other than Lee Haechan. 'Am I dreaming, how the fuck did I end up here?'

When all the other guys were off to the beach, and other places, you had thought nothing about Haechan staying back to end up like this. Your breath is long caught up in your throat, your body stiffens up as your back presses itself back into the pastel painted wall, almost as if it had been glued there. You hesitate to move, scared you might wake up from a dream or – if it was reality, which in fact it was – he would go away after being so damn close to your horny body.

His hands travel to your waist, ever so slowly, almost making you want to pull him onto you. His fingers spread around your waist, clenching slightly making your curves be visible since you wore a baggy shirt. Your eyes widen at the touch even if it was over your shirt, "I can't take it anymore, Y/n."

You eye him in confusion, 'can't take what tho?', "Can't take the fact that I can't claim you mine, Can't take the fact that your stupid brother made me hold myself back for so long. I've waited way too long for this, and I am not going to anymore baby."

'Baby?' You barely realise your mouth was trailing out your thoughts for him, all you could think of was that damn nickname. Did you have selective hearing? Because you could barely process anything else other than the way 'baby' fell from his lips and which were – very surprisingly so – directed towards you.

"I want you." You manage to utter that out, finally heaving out a caught up breathy sigh. Gosh how long did you hold that in for? "I want you too baby, so fucking much." Your mind almost felt giddy hearing those words escape his plumpy lips, you still feared waking up from this realistic dream, what if it all never happened? 'Is this a dream?' Your mind questions, not quite realising you uttered those words in reality too.

And soon you knew all too well, that in fact, he was pinning you against the wall saying he wants you as you feel his heart shaped plumpy lips press over yours gently. It felt all too soft and fluffy although it made your abdomen rush with adrenaline as you felt giddy. His hands which were on your waist come up to cup your cheeks lovingly, his head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss. You could barely kiss back properly for three seconds before he pulled away slowly.

"It's all real, Y/n. I want you, I need you. Please?" A tiny moan is elicited from you, and you burst out a series of 'yes, yes, yes, please Haechan' And that was all the man needed before his lips were back on yours with much rougher intentions. His hands are back on your waist – well your whole body, as they roam around, caressing your hips for a moment before moving down to your lower back.

Your lips finally kiss back as your mind finally gets all of the thoughts back together, you put your arms around his neck, letting your body get further closer to him, closing the bare inches gap which was present between your bodies. You gasp into the kiss when his tongue peaks into your mouth before pushing itself in.

After a few seconds, just as you pull away slightly to get a breath, your bottom lip gets caught in between his teeth – or more likely he bites down onto your lips as you catch your breath. You whimper slightly from the pain the bit elicited but gosh did it feel so good. Well so good to make your panties wet from the arousal that gushed out of you, making the fabric stick to your skin.

You could barely whine from the overwhelming feeling, your thighs squeezed against each other, your lips craving for more making them chase back to his lips. The kiss turned messy sooner than you expected, a trail of spit connecting both of your tongues every millisecond he pulled away. But you could care less – even if the trail of spit travelled down the corner of your lips to your jaw.

Finally pulling away, Haechan's pupils dilate at the sight of your swollen lips with spit trailing down the corner. The image went straight down to his dick, hardening even more – which was surprisingly possible – against his baggy briefs, making a perfect outline to be seen. He curses under his breath which was audible enough for you to hear.

Your eyes innocently trail down to his bulge, widening at the sight as his dick stood up huge in his briefs. You chose to make a brave move, moving your hands to the waistband of his shorts, your index finger slipping between his skin and the elastic before your hand slips in completely. Your hands wrap around his length, you gasp at the girth. Your index finger teases his tip slightly making Haechan groan in front of you.

He finally grasps your wrist, and pulls it out of his briefs, "Eager are we now princess? Remember I'm in charge." He says as his hands find your waist again, squeezing a bit as he pulls your body closer to his. His lips attach the soft skin of your neck, sucking gently, careful not to leave any marks behind. He gently walks you towards your bed which wasn't more than twenty inches apart.

Your bottom lands softly on your bed, Haechan's lips still latched onto your skin, he pushes you down onto the bed. "Hyuck… W-want something, please" You whine out slightly, rubbing your thighs together. Your arousal now soaked your tiny shorts which was hidden by your shirt – well not anymore as your shirt rode up till your breasts.

Haechan finally detaches himself from your skin, his eyes travelling down only to sparkle at the sight of your state. "You're so fucking pretty, Jeong Y/n" He breaths out slowly, his hands come down to slide your shirt up your arms to reveal your lacy bra. His fingers barely wait for a minute before sliding back and unhooking the bra in a swift move.

You gasp slightly, all of this feeling too real. Your cheeks heat up, taking in the fact that the Lee Haechan was seeing you like this, the thought made your hands swiftly come up to cover your body. His hands gently wrap around your wrist, and his lips come down to place soft kisses on your chest slowly removing your hands.

"You're so gorgeous, baby, you don't have to hide anything." He says between his kisses, trailing them down to the waistband of your shorts. His finger tucks itself under it, before pulling them off with your panties in a swift move.

Your arousal leaks from having been exposed to air so suddenly, and your thighs close tightly. "Let me take care of your princess, it's going to be long till they come back." He says as his hands part your thighs gently, his plumpy lips leave open mouthed kisses, those kisses soon turn hungry as he inches closer to your womanhood. His finger rubs back and forth on your pussy, over your soaked panties.

He pulls off your panties out of nowhere, his finger plunging deep inside your hole. Your warm walls instantly swallow his finger whole while a soft moan escapes your lips making your teeth bite into your bottom lip. Haechan's thrusts into you, adding in another finger while he lays his face on your thigh, giving soft kisses which completely contradict his rough finger thrusts. "Mhm don't hold back baby, let me hear you."

His fingers thrust in and out of you at a faster pace, making you cry out loudly. Scissoring into you, his fingers stretch your hole wider for every thrust. Your orgasm was building up faster than you expected, was it Haechan's skilful finger – or was it your high sensitivity from not being touched for so long – or was it the fact it was none other than, Lee Haechan – well you could care less.

"Hyuck, gonna- hnggh- g-gonna cum soon" You say in between your moans and whimpers, and your thighs close shut as you release onto his fingers. Haechan groans under his breath, from you fucked out expression before he pulls his fingers out to spread the cum over your clit.

'Fuck' Haechan curses as he kicks off his sweats and boxers in brief five seconds, hovering over your body as you wrap your arms around his neck, having come down your orgasm quicker. As your attach your lips to his, hungrily, your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his cock closer to your pussy.

You groan from how perfectly his cock fit in between your pussy lips, your cum coating all over his cock, mixing with his precum while you continue to grind onto him.

Haechan slowly stops you after a few seconds, "I need to tell you something. I really really love you, Y/n. You're so damn perfect and gorgeous, I could barely control myself all these years." "I love you too Lee Haechan, but if you don't put your cock in me right now, I might go insane" You say, whining while you press your head into his neck, while he chuckles above you.

He swiftly positions the tip of his dick in front of your entrance, and your back arches at the bare touch. His hands come back to caress your sides, while his hips move forward as his length slowly invades your hole. Your walls clench around him in instance, "Fuck princess, I won't last long if you clench around me like that."

His hips meet yours as he finally bottoms out inside you. He lets you adjust to his size, before nudging his hips against yours. He pulls out slowly, his length pulling out halfway before slamming back. Your eyes roll back, and louder moans slip from your lips, gosh you could care less about whoever walks through the main door right now.

"Such a pretty body of yours baby, you're all mine aren't you?" Your brain barely manages to find the words to tell him, as you utter out, "Y-yours" Haechan's hips continue to ram into you, his cock driving into your g-spot, stimulating it perfectly making your legs tighten around his waist. "H-Haechan- gonna c-um again"

"Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock." Haechan whispers into your ear, and your thighs instantly convulse, and your body arches into his chest as you cum all over his dick. Haechan groans when your pussy clenches hard around him, making his hips come to a halt as he pulls his cock out, jerking his twitching length.

Haechan groans loudly as his stripes of his cum, land on your pussy and on your lower abdomen. His head fell on your shoulder, his loud pants were more than audible right next to your ear. Lifting his hips away from yours, his thighs support his weight as his hands come to brush a few hair strands out of your face.

"Jeong Y/n, will you go on a date with me?" His words make a breathy chuckle escape your throat, "You're doing it all wrong but gosh, how can I ever say no to you Lee Haechan?" His lips curl up in a smirk, "Thought so" He leans down to place a peck on your lips, slowly trailing down next to your ear.

"You're all mine, now."

#nct #nct smut #nct imagines #nct haechan #nct smut imagines #nct x reader #nct x reader smut #nct haechan smut #haechan #nct 127 haechan smut #haechan smut #dom! haechan smut #haechan smut imagines #haechan x reader #nct haechan x reader #nct dream #nct dream smut

[submissivekpop]

pleeeease do more hyuck + mark sub, this time giving pleasure to their dom 💓💓

Bruised knees and honey lips. - mark lee & lee donghyuck

Requested: yes.

Words: 1167

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), threesome, dom!Reader, sub! Haechan, sub!Mark

A/N: Me? Reappearing once every blue moon to post a fic? More likely than you think. Enjoy!

Pretty boys belong on their knees.

That's what you always say, and what they always agree with. No matter what, you can always be sure they're going to kneel for you.

Today isn't any different.

Mark is the first one to do that, falling down on his knees as soon as you step closer to him. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes, and your heart skips a beat. No one should be allowed to look like that, not even your Mark.

You caress his face, watching in content as he nuzzles into your hand. 

Haechan, sitting on the edge of the bed, stares quietly at you. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, almost burning. You wonder if that's how they feel, when you're the one looking at them.

"I've missed you."

His tone, soft and warm, makes you smile.

"I've missed you too." you reply. "Both of you."

You know those words are enough to make Haechan feel included, despite the fact that you seem not to be paying him any attention. Honestly, it's quite the opposite: you're perfectly aware of his every move, every shift in his expressions. You're just not looking at him.

"I'm gonna need something from you." you state, and you notice their ears perk up. "Think you can make me feel good?"

Mark nods enthusiastically before you're even done talking, while Haechan doesn't reply. You know exactly what he wants, but you're not willing to give it to him. Not yet.

"May I?" Mark gestures to your jeans, ready to take them off.

As you nod, he unbuttons them, and slowly helps you to get undressed. He'd take off your shirt as well, but he leaves that to Haechan - if he decides to join you, that's it.

He kisses your inner thighs, drunk on the pretty sounds coming out of your mind. If he could, he'd record every single one of them, and then he'd play them on repeat. Hooking one finger over the band of your panties, he pulls them down, but before he can do anything else, you move away. 

You make your way to the bed, sitting right next to Haechan - who's still staring at you, definitely enjoying the sight before his eyes, as you can tell by the tent in his pants. You spread your legs, motioning for Mark to get closer, and he follows suit.

You watch him take in the view, licking his lips as if he was already tasting you. Sitting on his heels, hands resting on his thighs, you know he's waiting for your approval. 

How obedient. It makes you wanna tease him.

"Stick out your tongue." you command, and he does.

He watches as you spread your folds, coating your fingers in your juices - obscene moans leaving your mouth -  and then bring them close to his face.

"Lick."

He's eager, and that drives you insane. He cleans your fingers perfectly, as if he were tasting the most delicious meal ever. Truth be told, he does think you're the closest thing to ambrosia that ever existed. If he were a god, that would be the only thing he feasted on.

Still, he's patiently waiting for you to tell him that he can put his mouth on you. And who are you to deny him such pleasure?

His tongue his warm, drawing circles and eight-figures on your sex, causing you to loudly moan as he does so. You watch him intently, fighting the urge to just lie on your back and enjoy it. You meet his gaze, eyes glossy and almost teary: it leaves you speechless.

Your hand flies to his head, pulling his hair, desperately trying to pull him even closer than he already is. The other one grabs Haechan's thigh, hard enough to leave bruises - you'll have to check the next morning. 

Turning your attention to the boy sitting next to you, you smile. He's way more aroused than you imagined, and that plays in your favour. 

"Join us?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

He nods almost immediately, eager to take part in your sinful play.

"Take off my shirt."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons it as quickly as he can - and you're almost sure you see a button flying somewhere, but you don't pay it too much attention - and hastily removes your top. You have to let go of Mark's hair for a moment, and he whines at the loss. 

Then, not really caring about your demands, Haechan removes your bra as well, and his hands immediately cup your breasts, fondling and pinching as much as he likes. You think about reprimanding him, but choose to let it go. After all, you're enjoying this, and he knows.

You expose your neck to him, knowing that deep inside, he's dying to kiss any and every part of your body. Soon enough, his soft lips are on your chest, kissing and licking any inch of skin as he moves to your neck. He bites down, lightly enough not to leave a mark, but enough for you to feel it.

Between Haechan's hot kisses and Mark's tongue, you know it won't be long before you cum. You keep on praising them, all of your words eliciting moans and pleased hums in response. Then, feeling your high get closer and closer, you grab Mark's hair, keeping him in place as you shamelessly ride his face. Haechan doesn't stop his doing, but you notice his shift in attention, now focused on the older boy.

The lewd words he's whispering make Mark blush, up to the tip of his ears. You love this dynamic. You love how he manages to be stern and commanding to the other boy, while completely submitting to you - in his own way, of course.

You whisper praise to both boys, telling them how good they're being, how happy they make you, how close you are because of them, and then, before finishing your last sentence you cum. Mark moans, sending vibrations to your core. It's almost too much.

You watch him lap every drop of your juices, eager and greedy. Then, unprompted, Haechan joins him. He kneels in front of you, trying to make his way to your dripping folds, begging for Mark to please, please, allow him to have a taste. Mark, being the nice boy you both know he is, moves slightly to the side, giving the younger one enough space to join him.

That view alone would be enough to send you over the edge again, and indeed, overwhelmed by the feeling of both their tongues and lips, you cum once again.

Panting, you move their heads away from your core, and lie down on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you think the boys, praising them once again.

None of them speak, but you know you're all thinking the same thing.

They deserve a reward, and you're more than willing to give them one.

#nct imagines #nct smut #dom!reader #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #mark lee imagines #mark lee smut #haechan #haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #sub!mark #sub!haechan

[lostlovesoul11]

[MILF HUNTER]

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.

Word count: 7k

18+ only no minors!

meant to be posted last month but whatever.

Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.

"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."

Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.

"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.

"Oh god," Renjun replies.

"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.

After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.

He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.

www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com

Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.

Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.

The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.

He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.

His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.

Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.

Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.

AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.

Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.

AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.

Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.

AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?

Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.

AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.

*sends incoming tit pic*

AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?

Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.

She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.

"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.

AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.

And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.

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"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.

His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"

Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.

"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.

"Will do mom."

Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.

"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.

"She's too annoying."

Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."

Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.

A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.

"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.

"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."

"What, no fucking way!"

"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."

"Well that was quick,"

"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"

"HAECHANNNNN-"

-

Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.

As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...

"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.

"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.

Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.

"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."

He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.

"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.

Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"

Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.

You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.

Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?

"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."

Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."

Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.

He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.

Hyuck66: hey

AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?

Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.

He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.

AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.

Hyuck66: guy like me?

Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.

AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.

Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?

One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?

AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.

Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?

It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.

AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?

Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.

Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.

AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?

Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.

He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.

AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?

Hyuck66: yes

AngelMilf00: yes what?

Hyuck66: yes mistress

This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.

AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?

Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry

Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.

AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?

Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.

AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.

Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.

Hyuck66: okay, mistress.

AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?

Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.

AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?

Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress

AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.

Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.

AngelMilf00: is it red?

This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.

Hyuck66: slightly

AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red

Hyuck66: h-hurts...

AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.

Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.

Hyuck66: fuck

Hyuck66: can I please cum??

Hyuck66: can i use a toy..

AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?

Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..

AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.

Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???

AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?

AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?

Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..

Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress

Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly

Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺

AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me

Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress

Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.

He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.

Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.

Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.

He hits the button Record and begins.

He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.

"Fuck mistress..."  he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being  Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.

"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.

He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.

"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.

He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.

"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.

"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.

Hyuck66: *sent a video*

Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had

Hyuck66: my cock still hurts

Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead

Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel

AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy

AngelMilf00: you did so well for me

Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.

Hyuck66: thanks angel

Hyuck66: i gotta go now

Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon

That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.

Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.

"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.

A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.

"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.

Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.

"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.

You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.

You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.

"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.

"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.

"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.

"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.

"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.

Beautiful.

It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.

You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.

Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.

You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.

Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.

"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.

"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.

Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.

"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.

"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.

Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"

You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?

"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.

"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.

Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.

Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."

You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.

"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.

Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.

"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.

"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.

"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."

"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.

Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.

"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.

You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."

"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.

"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.

He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?

Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...

He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."

You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?

You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.

You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.

Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."

You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.

Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?

Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.

Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.

That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.

It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.

You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?

That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.

Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..

"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.

Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.

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This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?

You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.

He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.

He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.

You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.

Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.

You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...

"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.

You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."

"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."

"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.

---------------------------------------------------

You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.

Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?

That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.

"Woah... you look gorgeous."

The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.

"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.

"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.

"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.

''So what did you want to speak about?"

"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?

"How did you know I went on a date?"

"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.

"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.

"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?

"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.

"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."

"I think you should leave."

"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"

He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?

"Nonsense," you spit.

"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."

"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.

"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears

He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.

His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."

"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.

"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.

"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?

"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.

"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?

"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.

"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."

"66," he finishes.

"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.

"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."

"Mistress.."

Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.

You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.

"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"

You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.

"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."

Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."

"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.

Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"

He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.

Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.

You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"

And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.

"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."

"Sit." You demanded.

All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.

He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.

"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"

"But I-.."

"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"

Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.

Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.

His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.

You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.

Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.

Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.

"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.

Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.

"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.

You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.

He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.

"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.

"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.

"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.

"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.

You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips.  "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.

You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.

"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.

He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.

"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.

"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.

He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"

His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.

"Mmm.." you wince out.

"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.

"Your c-cock feels so good..."

Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.

Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.

"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.

"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"

"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out

He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.

"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."

"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.

"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.

You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.

You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.

Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.

Texting Jaemin:

Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...

Half an hour after

Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow

Angel [1.01am] miss your cock

Well that article was true after all.

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[fairyofjaeyun]

The audios omg??) would it be too much to ask if you or anyone who sees this can find one that sounds like haechan bc iDK HOW TO FIND THEM

twitter is your best friend!! (sometimes)

so this was the closest I could find for now but it’s so cute :(( I think haechan’s moans could get really high and feminine, especially when he wants you to think he’s innocent and he didn’t break the rules.

I’ll keep a look out for more 🫡

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[nctstar]

hi! i just read "one, two..." with djj × female pairing and i was wondering if you could maybe do a jeno, haechan and mark/jaemin version? i love your works!

your wish is my command bsf <3 also thank you so much! means a lot :)

don't let us kinkshame you!

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

pairing: markhyuckno x fem!reader, stylist!reader

other members: chenle (poor dude has no idea)

word count: 7.2k

genre: smut

warnings: this is purely a graphic smut so minors please dni!! foursome, everything is consensual (safeword is established + mentioned), dom!marhyuckno (hard dom!jeno), sub!reader, fanfiction smut is a main theme in this, wet dreams, alpha/omega/beta kink, alpha!jeno, sir kink, sort of muscle/size kink (i'm sorry but bulging biceps make me go insane), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly folks), rough sex (reader is manhandled/held down), degradation (liberal use of the words slut, whore, brat + other degrading terms), everyone has a ginormous dick, slight praise kink, sort of pain play (not really) intense orgasms, squirting, fingering (fem receiving), humiliation, oral (male receiving), nipple play, riding, crying during sex, spanking, begging, punishing reader sexually, profanity

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: thank you anon and sorry this is definitely the nastiest thing to ever come out of my imagination and onto my laptop. i think i'm on some sort of watchlist for sure

“Have you read it, _?”

“Read what?” The sound of the hairdryer muffled most sounds in the room, including Mark’s voice as you watched his mouth open and close with his answer. Running your hands through Haechan’s semi-dry locks, you noticed a lit-up phone in front of your face. Squinting, you read while your hands worked.

poison | alpha! jeno x reader | 18+

You swallowed thickly, but quickly composed yourself. Swiping the hairbrush off the dresser, you glanced at Haechan in the mirror, setting his hair at the same time. “Sounds like more action than you two would ever get in a week…combined.”

Haechan rolled his tongue inside his cheek, playfully annoyed while Mark remained undeterred, his eyes still glued to his phone. His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks away, a mix of morbid curiosity and shock in his eyes. “Damn...”

Haechan sneered. “Got a boner there, Mr Lee?”

An empty can of hairspray bounced off Haechan’s forehead with a dull thump, Mark’s chair now swivelled around to face him. “Guys! Let me do my job! We only have, like, 2 minutes to go, and Haechan, your damn hair isn’t setting.”

“I have to dye it every 2 minutes because I have a comeback that often, remember?”

“Have you been using the treatment I gave you last session?”

“Why? Would you give me a reward if I did?” His deep brown irises glistened under the harsh white lights as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Smacking his shoulder in response, you tried to hide the way your heart was fluttering inside your chest, like a million butterflies trapped in a glass jar. “Lee Donghyuck!”

“It’s okay baby, it’ll be better next time.”

“Gross.” Embarrassingly, you felt your core twitch at the mere thought of those words being taken out of context. “Such a dirty mind. You sure you didn’t write that alpha fic?”

You were getting brave, but something inside of you forced you to keep going. Haechan scoffed, rolling his eyes and swinging one leg over the other. “Yeah, I don’t have the hots for Jeno. Mark might, though.”

“Say it one more time, Donghyuck, I’m warning you.” Mark was shrugging the salon cape off himself, brushing lint off the stage jacket. He towered over his hairstylist, on her tiptoes as she fixed the strands of hair that spiked strategically on his forehead. His undercut teased you from the side, and you swallowed deeply, thinking about last night. As if on cue, Mark turned to look at you, as quick as you would glance at the barista for your morning coffee. “See you later.”

That was code for see you later with my cock down your throat.

∞

“Nghhh, Mark.”

“You’re doing so well, baby. Think you can go a few more times?”

You nodded slowly, the swollen bulb of his cock sticking onto the remnants of your lipgloss.

“Fuck, such a perfect slut. How did we get so lucky, hmm?” Your hair tangled in his long fingers, he pierced you on his thick length, tapping your cheek with his other hand when you gagged loudly. “Shhh, quieter. Don’t want anyone else to hear, yeah?”

You whimpered softly, desperately trying to open wider to accommodate him. He pushed you deep until your nose grazed his pubic bone, your hands immediately coming to his thighs as a reflex. “Good fucking girl. God, I’m so close. All for you, baby.” You pushed on his thighs when you felt your throat restrict uncomfortably, coughing up saliva as you soon as his cock left your mouth.

Mark tipped your head up to face him, your watery eyes staring back at him. “Gonna make you feel so good after this, yeah?” His thumb pressed down on your tongue hard, forcing drool to slide down your chin. “Use your words, slut. Tell me how much you need my cock.”

Mark was usually mean, but today he was mean mean, and, though you were taken aback, you couldn’t say you hated it.

Garbled sounds left your mouth as Mark slipped his other fingers inside your mouth, forcing you to babble nonsense at him. He laughed darkly. “So pathetic.”

“Mark, please.” You gasped as he released your mouth, fingers now grabbing your chin tightly. “Wanna make you feel so good, s-sir.”

“Wanna make your alpha feel good, baby?” You froze immediately, the word alpha stunning you into place like a deer caught in headlights.

You and Mark stared at each other for much longer than would normally be considered sexy, the energy in the air quickly changing into something painstakingly awkward. Not wanting to lose the momentum you both had gathered or, worse, discuss what just happened, you grabbed at his cock and shoved your mouth onto him, making him stumble backwards and groan. The air was filled with sounds of sloppy head, all caution thrown out the window as you bobbed your head through his orgasm, not stopping until you felt hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

∞

“Mark, I will never let you forget this.”

“Haechan, be serious here.” Mark unbuttoned the top of his jeans, breathing out in relief as the seams on the size-too-small pants released its iron-clad grip on his body. The inside of the car was dark, the only light being that coming from Haechan’s phone, illuminating the bottom of his face and lips, now curled into a teasing smirk.

Haechan leant forward, seemingly trying to hide the impending conversation from the poor staff member tasked on driving them back to their dorm. “You used the word alpha unironically while you were making _ suck your dick? I’m actually fucking dying right now.”

“Oh my god, yes, we get it, I tried something new and it failed miserably.” Mark hissed under his break, sneaking one glance behind him. “But what was weirder is…well, you should have seen the look on her face. It’s like she got caught or something.”

Haechan chuckled lowly. “Or maybe she was just weirded the hell out, Mark.”

“Well,” Mark scratched at his head, the hair gel residue now itching at his scalp. “We usually…do more. But today, she just ran out after that and didn’t say anything else.”

“Good job, Milk. You just ruined your chances at sex with her forever, you freak.”

Mark sighed, pretending not to have heard him and frowning as if deep in thought. Haechan raised one eyebrow. “You don’t mean to say…”

“What?”

“That’s not what you’re insinuating, is it?” The car began to slow, and both men became wary of the newfound quiet inside the car as they cruised down a near-empty suburb, the odd man or woman dimly lit by passing streetlights as the walked by. “What are you talking about right now?” As Haechan reshuffled himself on his seat to get closer to Mark, one leg brushed past his, and he cleared his throat, trying to be as unsuspecting as possible.

“You think she’s into that kinda stuff?”

“Well, why would she run away then?”

“Think about what we were doing before this.” The words felt unsure even as they left his mouth, hanging in the air with uncertainty. It was too ridiculous no matter how he looked at it. But just he had to say it.  

The elephant in the room.

“Wait, wait. That’s her story?”

“Woah.” Haechan put down his phone officially, the car now shrouded in a new darkness, both men squinting to make out the other’s face. “I meant that she might have read it. Not that she…well.” He was visibly puzzled now, his voice faint but quick like a flurry of feathers. “I mean, there’s that possibility. But maybe she was into it, and you reminding her of it made her embarrassed.”

“But why would she be embarrassed? We do worse things, for sure.”

“Okay, first of all, gross. Second, she probably hasn’t accepted it herself. I mean, that fic…” He leant back, his jacket crinkling loud in the almost silent car. “There’s stuff in there that goes way beyond your regular wild kinks and shit.”

“She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.” Both men sit in silence for a while, letting that sink in. “I mean…she would be confident enough to be bolder about that kind of thing, you know? She’s the kinda girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, exactly how she wants it.”

“Right.” Haechan bit his lip, trying to hold back the words that’s so fucking sexy for fear of being teased mercilessly for months. He knew you belonged to no one, yet there was a part of him that recognised that you would probably never choose him to have your way with. The way you looked at Mark, eyes glazing over in deep submission, a stark contrast to the way you looked at him, so many things hidden behind those playful, bratty eyes.

Mark hummed under his breath, phone now in hand. “She’s coming tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s her shift tomorrow.” Haechan didn’t think, he knew. He knew you worked Mondays and Fridays and the occasional Wednesday, always arriving between 13 to 16 minutes early to go to the bathroom first, stepping into the dressing room just a minute before and no later. It was creepy, for sure, but he couldn’t help it. He felt the need to be ready whenever you were there. He needed you to see him only in the ways he wanted, layers of banter and smooth mannerisms hiding his true feelings underneath, the way his heart slammed against his ribcage and threatened to break free whenever you moved close.

“Well, we’ll see how she reacts then.” Mark slouched against his seat, his voice fading away as his attention shifted, and Haechan marvelled at how five second thoughts of you had rendered him completely amnesiac to what he was just talking about with Mark. He closed his eyes, letting his body naturally drift off into an exhausted slumber.

 ∞

“Hey boys.”

Your satin-clad hips swayed back and forth as you walked, one hand re-applying your gloss for what felt like the dozenth time.  “Anyone need a touch up or are we all good here?”

Mark was surprised at your easy demeanour, as if nothing was ever going on between you guys, let alone the encounter you two had had only yesterday. He cleared his throat, sweat dripping down his forehead as another staff member helped him unzip his top from the back. “You look…nice.” He wondered if it was obvious that he was trying to keep his eyes locked on your face, not wanting his gaze to linger too much on your body.

“Yeah, I’m dressed for the event after this. That’s still happening, right?” Your heels clacked against the linoleum floor as you stepped forward. Haechan was only two steps ahead of you, his hair in the hands of another stylist. You whispered something to her and she let go, walking away with the gel stick still in her hand. “Look forward.”

“Didn’t really strike me as the party type, _.” Your last name drawled off his lips, lazy and nonchalant. “Always stroke me as weird book girl in the corner type.”

“And what if I am?” You started backcombing his stiff strands, grimacing at the residue the gel was leaving and the way it was inevitably mixing with his sweat. “I can be both, can’t I?”

“Sure. You could be a writer, couldn’t you, _?”

Haechan could have sworn that even for a split second, a moment so small, so ­­blink and you’ll miss it, that you hesitated. Your hands shook with the energy of a tiny hummingbird flapping its wings, so swift it stopped as soon as it registered. “Nah.” You sounded different now, like you were feigning innocence to hide the fact that he had cornered you.

Mark and Haechan shared a knowing side-eye as Haechan felt firm pulls on his scalp. “You should probably get going, Mark.” His name fell solid in the air as it left your mouth, as certain as a command would be, and your peripheral vision caught the ends of his body as he packed up his things and left soundlessly.

It was only you and Haechan in the room now, the other stylists now long gone (a/n: how convenient!), leaving behind only the mess of a true makeup studio, products strewn haphazardly across the plastic dressers. You watched Haechan lick his lips on instinct in the mirror, only now noticing the various sticky notes adorned with Korean letters you weren’t too familiar with. “No, don’t. You’ll mess up the- oh, never mind.” You sighed, but it didn’t feel relieving at all, as if your muscles were constricting up again instead of letting go. Haechan talked at your reflection. “Sorry.”

A whirl of your arm sent his chair turning so he was now facing you, bending over to match his eye level. “Hold still.” As your breaths played out of sync, you were hyper aware of every sensation. The way your hairs stood on end. The smell of his musky cologne now filling your nostrils. Your bare legs suddenly burning hot, slightly brushing against the inside of his knees. Your eyes fighting to stay up at his face and not stray downwards. “That’s it.” You glazed his lips over with your applicator, gripping the tube and the arm of the chair in one hand.

You were used to these intimate positions, particularly with the job you had. But, as you realised you had just applied your own lipgloss onto him, a different feeling was dawning on you.

As you locked eyes, Haechan spoke, bold and ready. “It would be insane if you didn’t kiss me right now.”

The first noticeable sensation was the sticky mess that threatened to spread over the edges of both of your lips, lewd sucking noises now filling the air as you both dived deeper. Your tongue flitted over his lips and he groaned. “Fuck.” Readjusting in his chair, he slapped his thigh. “Sit, sit.”

“No.” Pulling away, you turned his chair once again to face the mirror and patted his shoulder. “Stand up.”

“W-wh…” Confused, he stumbled off anyway, wheels turning and the seat rolling away from the impact of his stand. He turned to face you.

“Good boy.” You smirked, lips now grazing the supple skin of his Adam’s apple, hands travelling down to his pants. “Is this what you wanted all along, baby?”

He stared, eyes slightly glassy, rimmed with smudged black kohl. Tilting his head back, he breathed soft moans onto your skin as you sucked on his neck, red blooming onto his olive skin. “A-ah.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, I need you right now, Hyuck.” Something about using his real name felt too intimate, affectionate even, and he kissed you as you unbuckled him, semi-stiff cock hitting your clothed pelvis. Pushing him back onto the vanity, you angled yourself, him eventually helping you by giving you a small lift once he realised what was happening. Up on your toes, one leg slightly elevated, you let your walls suck him in all at once. “O-oh, fuck.”

He thrusted upwards, iron grip on your hips unchanging as you clawed at his back, the studs on his jacket rough underneath the pads of your fingers. The pleasure was spreading to your chest, rendering you speechless. “Oh my god, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You begged, feeling your thighs slip against each other as your own arousal dripped down your legs.

“_? You sleeping right now?”

You awoke with a gasp, your phone clattering onto the tiles as you sat up. “Woah, take it easy. You alright?” He leant over to pick up your thankfully intact phone, shuffling closer with one arm outstretched and eyebrows gently raised.

Before you was Lee Jeno, blonde hair grazing the top edges of his round eyes, body bulging against the thin fabric of the white shirt. His waist accentuated by a thick leather belt, you noticed the outskirts of his toned stomach peeking out from under his top. Gulping, you nodded. “Y-yeah. Thanks, um…” His name died on your lips, as if some sort of curse prevented you from ever uttering it.

“Here. You sure you’re okay? You were sleeping pretty deeply, even in this noise. Sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, I’m the crazy one, right? Sleeping at a party!” You tried to laugh it off, but a snort came out instead, and you blushed intensely. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.

Unfazed, Jeno smiled, eyes turning into semicircles as he did. “It would be fine if you went home, you know.” He tilted his head, blonde hairs perfectly aligning to one side. The charisma radiating off him froze you in place, and you had to unglue your eyes from his face. “Ah, yeah.” Truthfully, your body felt like it had been through a dryer, and your joints were cracking like popcorn. You needed sleep for sure.

He jumped from the couch, letting you bounce slightly. Looking up, he extended his arm. “Come. I’ll drop you off.”

∞

You felt exposed. Not only because you were in the skimpiest outfit you owned, but because halfway through you and Jeno’s exit from the party, he had decided it was too cold and had changed into a hoodie and sweats, making him look less and less like a colleague or client or even friend and more like an idol sugar daddy. Nevertheless, you didn’t oppose his company, and you both rode back in silence, his knees knocking into yours occasionally, making your heart flip each time.

It’s not that he made you nervous, typically, despite your tiny little crush on him. But it was the way he woke you up right in the middle of your wet dream with another man, mere hours after his bandmate had you on your knees sucking him off. Every time he leaned over, your name leaving his lips so effortlessly as you stumbled over yours, your hands shook with the thoughts than ran wild in your brain. Did he know? You wondered, as he droned over some tiktok video, whether he knew about your sexual rendezvous with his bandmates, some real and some imagined, and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach only grew as time passed.

It didn’t change as you had reached in your apartment, him somehow still on the topic he was on in the car, now manspreading onto your couch as you sat quietly across from him.

“But like, do you get it, _?” He sipped on the coffee you had made for him, marvelling at how quickly he drank something that usually took you an hour to finish. “Not bad. But why would he even do that, you know? Maybe she didn’t realise that he knew, but oh boy, he definitely knew.”

“Right.” To be clear, you had lost the plot ages ago, shamelessly thinking more about how close in proximity your bodies were, how comfortable he suddenly was around you, and what it all meant. “Do you want, uh, something else.” Shyly gesturing at his empty mug, you tucked hair behind your right ear, the movement unsteady.

He stared directly at you now, letting your anxiety rise and fill the space between your bodies. Holding the gaze, he dropped the mug in front of himself on the table, only then dropping his head dramatically in between his collarbones. You frowned.

“Sorry.” He muttered. “I must be annoying, right.”

“No, no, not at all!” Your voice was much more high-pitched than a woman with any self-esteem, but you kept going. “I mean, that’s fine, Jeno, really. It’s nice to see you, like passionate, and um…” Your babbling continued, and he only smirked in response. Your stomach turned as you suddenly watched as his eyes change, darken around the edges. Suddenly the lights in your apartment felt harsh, exposing, like the lights on a fresh crime scene.  

“_. I know about the fic.”

“What fic?” It was on instinct, but your ears starting ringing, blood running cold in your hands and feet. This isn’t real. This is another dream.

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s okay to think those things about me.” He slumped backwards, one arm around the back of the couch, a subtle cocky smile starting to bloom across his face. “Markie told me how good you are anyway.”

“Jeno…” You fought the urge to gasp, your face burning from the inside out. “I, wait, um…”

“Shh, stop that.” He leaned forward with an almost-too-eager attitude, but he held himself back as he spread his knees wide, pointing at the ground. “Here.”

“Fuck, this isn’t happening.” Your hair whipped the sides of your face as you shook your head vigorously, slowly gazing up at his long frame as you did. You swore you heard him laugh quietly. “This is another dream, isn’t it.”

“So you dream about me?”

“No, it was about Hae-“ Jeno’s eyes widened before he guffawed loudly. “Fuck, _, you’re nastier than I thought. Was he good? Better than Mark?”

It was your turn to be shocked, eyes widening as he shook his head, letting his hair ride up his forehead. “Why, did you think it was a well-kept secret? Have you seen Mark? He glows with the radiance of a man who gets his dick sucked on the regular.”

“Jeno.” You wanted to be stern, but your voice came out kind of soft, almost like a whimper.

Jeno rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling, _. You heard me the first time.”

“But-“

“But what? If you want to stop, you can just say cherry. That’s what her Jeno told her to say, right?”

He had read the entire thing. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.

As your body filled with an airy energy, you realised you were actually getting horny. He wanted you, maybe even needed you, and that filled your stomach with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. You slowly gulped, hearing the couch shuffle as you moved off it, walking over to him.

“Good girl. On your knees, baby.” You obeyed silently, eyes onto the floor as you waited.

“What are you waiting for, slut?” You felt Jeno’s rough hands grab the short strands of your hair, making you squeal like a tiny animal. “Do you wanna go home without tasting alpha’s big cock tonight, hmm?”

“Nnngh…n-no.” You eyes began to water at the force pulling on your scalp, hands fumbling around the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Your heart began to pound as you eyed the sizable bulge he was forming in his boxers.

“That’s it. Now hands behind your back.” As his length sprung out of the tight confines of his underwear, you cried out as it hit you square in the nose. “O-oh my god. Oh…fuck, wait, I don’t know.” Feeling Jeno’s unforgiving grip on your head keeping you dangerously close to him. you brought your palms to his knees, ready to push him away.

“What is it now?”

You shook your head, throat constricting already at the thought of his length inside your mouth. “It’s…well…fuck, it’s huge.”

As you looked up at him, you watched him give you a condescending smile. “Do you think alpha cares about you, baby, hmm? Why are you telling me all this? I don’t give a flying fuck. You either take all of me, or you leave. But you’ll leave a bad omega.”

Any other scenario where someone said something like this would have made you cringe, maybe even laugh, but today you felt your breath catch inside your lungs, as if someone was squeezing them extra tight. Word for word from the fic.

Whimpering, you folded both your palms around his girth, making him hiss. “Oh fuck, can’t even wrap my hands around it.” you whispered.

“You guys started without us?”

You jumped off your knees, your brain already forming the myriad of excuses before the initial shock settled and the words finally registered. “What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?” You glared at Mark, and now Haechan, who was slowly starting to come out of the shadows like a creepy stalker.

“Spare key.” The metal glinted as he hung the keychain off his fingers before grabbing it in midair. The same key you had handed Mark a few weeks ago, back when your little sessions were becoming daily (or multiple times a day) and you were sick of having to do the whole thing where he would have to come to your place an hour after you had arrived in case people were following him, or worse, taking pictures. He would have to wait into ungodly hours into the night on days you worked the night shift, which would let the spontaneous lust you had both gathered over the course of the day fizzle out by the time your tired body came home. You couldn’t be seen together outside of the workplace for various reasons, so having him come first carefully and you after had been working pretty well so far.

Except, well, for times like this.

“Mark!” You exclaimed, now fully facing him and closer to his lean frame, the waft of cologne hitting you as you trodded towards him. “Are you serious? You came here without my permission? And let someone else come too, at that!” Haechan acted insulted at this, mouth parting in mock surprise.

“I’m sorry, baby. But come on, Jeno had a great idea that we just couldn’t miss.” He brought one hand to stroke the side of your face, making you wince slightly. The ends of his fingers were like electricity, having more power over you than you liked to admit. You made eye contact with Haechan, and it was like you were back inside your dream. This. Wasn’t. Happening.

“I-wait…are you guys…seriously, what, you’re not saying-“

“Alright, talk over. Get over here, _. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Jeno let one arm hang lazily across the arm of your couch, another one stroking his length at an agonising pace. Your eyes felt like they were bulging out of your sockets, and your stomach churned nervously.

“Stop drooling and suck me off like a good omega. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You were on your knees again, Jeno’s cock at eye level, trying to ignore your newfound audience with a very telling tremble of your legs. Opening your mouth, you began to suck around his tip, the salty precum exploding on your tongue. You felt a hand on the back of your head, and you jerked away immediately. “Stop teasing. Come on, show your alpha and these dumb little betas what you’re good at.” You whined. “Fuck, fuck.” Choked cries filled the air as Jeno impaled you on his cock with one hand, his tip hitting the sensitive part of your throat and making you gag loudly.

As he pulled you off, strings of saliva attached him to your lips, embarrassingly making your core clench around nothing as you marvelled at how filthy this entire situation was. “So big.” Your voice was raspy, juices slathered over your chin as if he’d been fucking your mouth for hours. Jeno let you engulf him whole again, the sloppy sounds becoming more rhythmic as he bounced your face back and forth on him. “Hands off me and behind your back.” You balled your fists as you listened to him, closing your eyes as he groaned in pleasure. “So warm and tight. All for me, yeah?” You shook your head up and down as you hummed in response, looking up and him with your watery eyes.

You watched Jeno’s eyes drift away from you to something behind. “Ah, wait, let me get her off me first.” His voice changed now, you barely comprehended what was happening as you gasped for air post pull-off, before feeling a resounding slap on the back of your bare thighs. “Ah!”

“You think you can just leave me after sucking me off, baby? After all that we’ve been through.” You felt your skirt be pulled up, making you sit back on your heels. “Nuh-uh. Get up, let me see you.”

“Fuck, Mark, I didn’t me-oh!” This time he hit your ass, hard, jolting you onto Jeno’s thigh, his cock still grazing the side of your cheek. “Oh, fuck. Mmm.” You tried to shuffle forward but Jeno grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them on his thigh on one side. “Take it like a good girl.” The sting was immediately compounded by the feeling of our own arousal dripping down your thighs, the nasty realisation dawning on you that these assholes were recreating every scene that was written in that damn fic.

“Oh my god, I just wrote it, I didn’t…ah, Mark,” You whined as he squeeze a sensitive part of the plush on your backside. Between hits, you managed to sound out, “I, oh…ah, I didn’t write it for me – oh fuck! Nngh, didn’t mean it, oh my god.” Tears threatening to spill, you resorted to begging. “Mark, M- sir, please!”

“You called, baby?” Trying to turn your head uncomfortably back, you coughed. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean it?”

“What was that, hmm?” Two fingers in your sopping core and you gasped. “Ah, mmm, sorry, sir, ah…”

“So fucking wet. All from me punishing you like that. Is this what you liked all along, you dirty girl? To be our little sadist fucktoy.” One hand around your shoulders and another still knuckle deep inside you, he pulled you up so that your back hit his clothed chest, grip tight and unfaltering. You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers curl up towards your g-spot. “S-sir, fuck, so good, so good, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, want more.” You began to bounce your hips on his fingers, head floaty. A sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality, head whacking against the bony part of Mark’s upper chest. “Fucking whore, moving without permission like that.” Jeno was now gripping the ends of your chin, groin facing you once more. “Finish the job, baby. Don’t fucking care what he’s doing.”

“Yes, alpha.” You could have sworn you heard Haechan sigh, a mixture of pleasure and awe, but the moment passed as you took Jeno’s monstrous length once more, your jaw aching already. Mark took this opportunity to start fucking his fingers into you faster and faster. His teeth grazed your earlobe. “You like this, baby? Or you too busy tasting alpha cock to care?”

Your body squirmed under his arm, feeling his muscles bulge against you. Your head felt like jelly as Jeno pounded into you, one hand pushing your forehead down into place. You felt like a little doll being passed around, a slave to your desires, and you screamed as you came, liquid squirting out of your hole and all over your tiled floor as you did.

Your head began feeling floaty, but Jeno wasn’t giving in, and neither was Mark. You tried to get away from his fingers, core already sensitive from your orgasm, but he began to stroke your pussy once more, making you shake your head. Too much. The words were muffled around Jeno’s length, but they seemed to get the idea. “Just a bit more, baby. Tap me if you want to stop.”

Your hands in place, you let Jeno finish inside your mouth, cum leaking from the edges of your lips even as you swallowed diligently. “What a good omega.” Jeno cooed as you fell forward onto your hands, Mark finally releasing you. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“We’re not done yet, honey.” Your head whipped up, looking at Jeno towering over you, cock now hanging limp. “You haven’t taken your pretty boy-toy yet.”

Meeting Haechan’s eyes, you suddenly felt self-conscious at the way you were – skirt half up your ass, wet thighs and chin, a true testament to how much you had been used. Your eyes travelled to the unmistakable tent in his pants, dawning on you that he wanted you too. “H-Haechan.”

“Should’ve just told me you wanted me, baby? Do you know how many times I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you until you begged me to stop? Now I know what a perfect slut you are…”

“Fuck, Hyuckie…”

“Oh, baby.” He began to unzip his pants, hazelnut skin illuminated in the dim lights as you looked up, crawling over shakily. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

“Want you so bad. So…s-so much…”

He stopped in his tracks, eyes rolling and crossing his arms across his chest, much to your dismay. “Seems like you don’t want me that bad.”

“No, fuck, I do, I do, I-“

You felt Jeno’s hand land on the skin of your bare ass, making you flinch and look behind in surprise. “Go beg for cock, baby. I know much you need it. Don’t care who’s it is, do you?”

“N-no, I care, I do.” You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt frustrated, feeling like you were being teased unfairly. “I need all of you, please, please.”

“Use your words.” Mark’s voice was stern, unwavering, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt blood rushing to your head, impairing your ability to think.

“I felt alpha’s cockhead tease my entrance, and I sunk onto his thick length, crying out as I did. I felt so fu-“

“Oh my god, no, stop. Stop.” You tried getting up, but your legs wobbled, making you stumble forward ironically onto Haechan, his hands now on the sides of your arms, steading you. “You alright? What is that?”

“It’s the fucking fic, oh my god.” In the heat of the embarrassment, you hadn’t noticed Haechan drag you onto his lap, letting you hang your head over one shoulder as you buried your face in your hands. “So embarrassing.”

“Another man’s cock, possibly a beta, pushed inside me with my alpha. Nails dragging against my alpha’s muscular back, I cried, saying it was too much, the stretch ripping me apart, but alpha held me down, shushing me. Pain turned to pleasure and I threw my head back, letting my release spray all over the two men, passing out as soon as I did.”

“Holy shit. I hadn’t seen that part.”

“Yeah, it’s part two. She wrote that last night. Probably too horny to go to sleep, were you, baby?” Your tear-streaked face now facing Jeno, you shook your head. “No. I wrote it-“

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

Haechan now sucking on the thin skin of your neck, you gasped, eyes fluttering and your bare pussy now resting on his clothed bulge. “Fuck, uh, need to be fucked, filled, with both of you. Take another in my mouth, please, fuck, I wanna cu-“

“That’s better, slut. Begging to cum like the whore you are, rutting against him like a little bitch in heat. Go ahead, ride him. Do it properly or you’re not cumming again.”

Your hands scrambled for the zipper, Haechan throwing his head back as his hard, long length sprung out of his fly. He groaned and grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing hard as you pumped him impatiently. “Don’t tease.” Lifting yourself up, you aligned your soaking core to his tip, moaning in staccato as you let gravity let all of him be sucked inside you. “H-Hyuck, oh, fuck, so tight.”

He readjusted his hips, making your hair fall in front of your eyes and your hands slam, splayed out onto his upper chest. “Ah…” You moaned as you rode him, feeling every inch pound your insides, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Haechan guided your face to his and slammed his lips onto yours, letting your moans escape into his mouth.

Leaving love bites on your collarbone, Haechan dragged one hand under your shirt, rolling the ends of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. “H-Haechan, oh, wait-“ You cried out as he pinched the end, not hard enough to be excruciating, but enough to be uncomfortable enough to make you cry out, letting some of his length slip out. “Fuck! I’m sensitive, please.” You heard him shush you, your whines lost amongst the sounds of skin slapping skin as you rode him diligently, trying not to slow down as he played with your chest. “Just felt you squeeze around me, good fucking girl. You like having your body played with like a little brat, hmm?”

Jeno pulled your head back by your face, Haechan releasing your left nipple with an agonising pull, making you cry out. Bringing your upper body back to meet his, he wrapped one arm around the bottom of your stomach, firm and unforgiving. “You wanna take alpha too? Hmm?”

Incoherent sounds left your mouth as you felt Haechan’s cock slide out of you, tingling from the closeness of your orgasm. You felt a sharp smack at your core, making you arch your back. “Haaah…fuck! Yes, yes, s-sir!” Trying to shut your legs on impact, you felt Haechan pry them open again, and, with Jeno tipping you forward, you let him slide back in. Haechan wrapped one arm around the back of your shoulders, another on your lower back, pushing you down on him.

“Hghhh, alpha, please…” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for anymore, your voice sore from all that had happened already. Feeling Jeno’s massive bulb press against your core, your breath quickened. “Ah, fuck, what if it doesn’t fi-oh, ah…” You and Haechan moaned in unison, feeling the tight space get even tighter as Jeno pushed inside, inch by inch.

“Fuck, my little omega takes cock so good.” Tears ran freely down your cheeks, the stretch borderline unbearable but addictive. Your muscles sloppy, you gasped. “I’m so stretched out, alpha, please, can’t move…”

“Shh, you just lie there, baby, and cum when you need to, okay?” Jeno’s voice suddenly soft, you felt something warm spread across your stomach. “Yes, y-yes, alpha, trust you, wanna be good f’you, ah…” You cried softly as Jeno started sliding slowly in and out. “So good, alpha, so good, please, fuck me, oh god.” Jeno started picking up his pace, rendering you speechless, squeezing the back of Haechan’s neck as he jerked his hips up in sensitivity. “Oh my god, Haechan…” Burying your mouth into his neck, you felt a tap on your head as soon as you did, looking up in reflex. Haechan let go of your upper body, letting your hips roll against the two cocks now sliding in and out of you at a pace that was only getting faster. “Did you forget about me, honey?”

“N-no, Markie, ah…” Letting your chin rest against the arm of the sofa, Mark slid his cock easily down and out of your throat, letting the saliva messily drip all over his aching length. “Fuck, what a good cockslut. You think you can get me off again, hmm? Swallow it all like a good girl?”

You nodded, but a sharp smack to your ass made you shake and lose your balance, Jeno pulling you back onto his chest again. “Did you ask alpha for permission, brat?” You cried as Jeno pounded you ruthlessly, shaking your head and mumbling apologies in between moans. “What do you want, baby? Use your words. Or I swear to you I’m not letting you cum.”

“Mmm, wanna suck Markie’s cock, alpha, ah! And…swallow his cum, oh, fuck!” Haechan pushed his length harder into you as Jeno pushed your hips down. “Fuck, alpha, fuck, want you and H-Hyuckie to fuck me while I do it, please, please…” You sobbed as Jeno released you, seemingly happy with your words as he snapped his hips into you. “Oh my god…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes, feeling Mark bringing your near his cock as the pleasure made your legs vibrate. “Hang on, baby. Cum with my cock in your mouth.”

“Alpha, cum, please!” You cried, voice disappearing as you choked around Mark’s thick length. Jeno tapped the back of your hips, mumbling something in support just as soon as you saw white, feeling your own juices spray uncontrollably and your hole constrict as you came around both of them. Haechan cursed as he filled you with his own thick release, Jeno pressing you down as he came into you seconds later. Mark used your mouth as you weakened gradually, muttering sweet praises as he shot his load down your throat, the bitter taste waking you out of your trance.

As you heaved, you wrapped your arms around Haechan, feeling multiple hands rub up and down your bare back. “That’s a good girl. Good job, baby.” You nodded, closing your eyes and drifting off, your body and mind well and truly spent.

∞

“Hey, you alright?” Chenle looked at you with a hint of concern, not clear whether it was directed at you or at his makeup that was now looking a little bit unusual. You shook your head with the tiniest movements, tapping his cheek again with a pale blush. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t move your head.”

“Fine. You just seem different today.”

“I’m okay. Just a low energy day.” Beside you, Haechan and Jeno shared the smallest side glance, Mark smirking at himself as he changed behind the mirrors.

“Big night?” Chenle smiled at you through the mirror as you scurried around the drawers, looking for the angled eyeshadow brush, his hands adjusting his hair to his liking. You sighed, a true muscle fatigue-likes feeling spreading through your body and getting worse with each client. You were actually so tired, and, unprofessionally, not hiding it very well.

Then again, you were probably doing something that would be considered generally much more unprofessional, so you didn’t let it bother you too much.

“You could say that.” You slammed one drawer a little too hard, apologising immediately to the drawer and then rolling your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. “I-I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.”

As your heels clacked away, getting softer and softer, Chenle got up, letting the salon cape fall away from him. “What’s up with her?” He mumbled to no one in particular before walking away. Mark soundlessly nodded to Jeno and Haechan, a nonverbal assurance that he would be outside, and Jeno patted Haechan’s shoulder as left shortly after, leaving only Haechan in that small backstage room.

As Haechan stared at his reflection in the mirror, makeup done and hair only half, he opened his lips, letting some tension escape his body.

He thought about you.

How maybe his little white lie didn’t technically hurt anyone in the end.

Technically.

Technically, you were the one who got fucked (in a good way) and got the money for translating poison.

Technically, you did write it. Just not from scratch.

Technically, you were also into that.

But so was he.

He remembered how embarrassed he was when you first found out, and what you said to make him feel better.

“Oh Haechan, don’t worry about it. Don’t let me kinkshame you.”

How right you were in the end.

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[hrts4doie]

(inspired by this tiktok lol)

can we talk about how haechan loves being manhandled… sometimes he’s so bratty the only way you can get him to listen is by force. nothing shuts him up faster than you pinning him down to the bed or pulling him by his hair. he loves when you’re rough with him, treating him like he’s nothing but a toy for you to use.

he’s a brat on purpose and you know it. constantly pushing your buttons, he wants to be forced to behave. forced to be good. when he crosses a line or runs his mouth a bit too much, a slap to the face puts him right back in his place. he wants nothing more than to be thrown around and fucked until he’s nothing but pliant beneath your hands, too far gone to even remember his own name. you love when he gets like that, so sweet and needy for you to do whatever you please to him.

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[yunoclips]

I noticed in your sub!jae hc you said that jae would probably be embarrassed by squirting clear liquid when he’s pegged, do you have any hcs on members who would like it? lovely work as always 💖💖

Hey anon!! There are acc a few members that I think would love it. Nd of course thank you for the kind words and support <3

Taeyong

He actually loves it. You were fucking into him so roughly one day. The pleasure building up in his stomach was so intense that it started to become painful. He had never experienced anything like this before , he thought he was gonna pee so he tried to warn you. Knowing what was about to happen you had just cooed at him and told him to let it go. It didn't help that his cock was also caged. When he finally released , he was in shock. White spots started to blur his vision. His head was pounding and he couldn't breathe. His moaning turned into quite little squeaks every time you thrusted in. Taeyong loves to be one with his femininity when he's with you. So seeing himself squirt made him feel extra special. Not to mention the fact that you were in his ear whispering things like "Look at you, my pretty yongie squirting all over himself like a girl." He swore his soul left his body when you said that.

Haechan

Another one that gets joy from it. He had pissed you off that day and needed to be taught a lesson in obedience. You were fucking into him from the back , landing rough spanks to his ass. You had grabbed both of his arms and pulled them back , using them as leverage. He couldn't jerk himself off , which of course left him upset until he felt you hit his prostate head on. His head was stuffed in the pillow but the second you nailed his spot , he let out a painful mewl. You continued your attack on his prostate , milking orgasm after orgasm out of him. It honestly felt so good that it started to hurt , after time went on the pleasure building up so deliciously that one final thrust sent him into a land of unconscious. He had screamed so loud into the pillow that you were scared that he was actually hurt , until you felt liquid on your knee. You looked down underneath him and the bed had a huge wet spot. Haechan was completely boneless and fucked out.

Renjun

He had been riding you for what felt like ages. His body had gone on autopilot. His mind was blank and his thighs were in pain , shaking on either side of you. The penetration was hitting his prostate so deliciously , he couldn't get his self to stop. He was crying in frustration. Trying his best to give himself a mind blowing orgasm, you watched in amusement before you decided to give in. You grabbed his hips and started to thrust up into him with vigor. He immediately collapsed onto you. Face falling onto your neck , feeling his warm tears rub off on your skin. Pained moans exited his mouth. You kept hitting his prostate with such precision. Before you knew it , you could feel clear liquid squirt on your stomach. Renjun was now fully sobbing clutching onto your shoulders , shaking like a leaf. Ever since that day he yearned for that feeling constantly.

Mark

He's someone who wouldn't think about it but when it finally happens , would be in complete bliss. It had been one of those days where Mark was extra extra stressed. When he came home he had pleaded for you to fuck him until he couldn't think anymore. And of course you gave him what he wanted. He had been laid flat on his stomach , body relaxed. Taking in all the pleasure he was receiving. You fucked him for so long that he started shooting blanks. He was cross eyed , drooling into the pillow trying his hardest to grip the sheets. He was babbling incoherently into the pillow , a mix of Korean and English none of it making sense. You continued your movements until you had noticed that he had completely stopped making sounds but his mouth was agape. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. His entire body had became numb. You were concerned for a second before you started to see wetness spread underneath him. From that day forward , he would always look forward to that kind of experience anytime he was stressed.

Jaemin

It had been a normal day. You two were having sex just like you always would. His legs were pinned against his chest while you gave him hard and slow strokes. Nailing his prostate every time you would pull out to the point where the tip was the only thing left in him, only to thrust back in completely sheathing yourself in his warm and wet hole. He was gripping your arms alarmingly tight. His thighs started to quicker on either side of you. A wanton of throaty moans leaving his chest. His eyes started to slip before trying to refocus them. His ears started to ring. His eyes crossed and a dopey smile was painted across his face. In the next second he felt warm liquid squirt over his abs and drip down to his chest. He felt exhilarated

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[thetypingpup]

r u still talking about haechan and/or xiaojun getting slapped? 👀 hyuck whimpering and sobbing as you slap him and he's touching himself the whole time is rly hot and a huge power trip??

ok but haechan would love being punished like this, especially if he was being mouthy earlier. literally slap the bratty words out of his mouth, make him whimper and whine, he'd love that shit. it becomes less and less of a punishment for him as he just revels in all of it. the degradation of being on his knees while you talk down to him is only amplified by the ache of kneeling on the floor like this. tears well up in his eyes as the pain turns into more of a latent ache, and your degrading words end up stinging more. his hand makes its way between his thighs, stroking and palming himself through his pants, careful not to be too blatant. but of course you notice and taunt him for being turned on by this, which only makes his whimpers rise in pitch as they're lifted from his throat, and his cock twitches harder in his hand.

as for xiaojun...he'd look like, unnecessarily pretty. like imagine the way his face goes from pink to more red with each slap, his jaw slack, his eyes shining. everytime he turns his face back to you, his expression and the look in his eyes tells you he's just begging for more. it's just such a pretty picture, seeing him succumb to you more and more with each and every impact. grab his chin and tug him close to you, pressing your fingers to his jaw to pry his mouth open, and his eyes are rolling back in submissive bliss. he wants to do anything you say, have you toss him around and play with him, ruin him however you want. so when you tug on his hair and ask if he's really as pathetic as he looks before slapping him again, oh his eyes roll back in his head and he damn near cums right then and there.

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[lattaeyongs]

[11:40 PM] After turning off your laptop for the night, you head out of the bedroom you share with your boyfriend Donghyuck, and see him in the living room, gaming on his X-Box. He is focused, talking to his friends about their strategy, and you take this as a perfect moment to attack him on the couch, burying your head in his neck and pressing loud kisses against the hot skin; your hand is traveling up his thigh. He’s in the middle of saying something when he gasps in arousal. You can hear his friends making fun of him through his headphones, and you look at your boyfriend mischievously. Donghyuck takes his hands off the controller and pinches your butt. “I’ll make you pay for that later.”

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[2amimagines]

haechan brainrot pictures ♡

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