h0mebody-heaven

[h0mebody-heaven]

I can't think of any members but who do you think would like to do daddykink/ddlg from wayv?

a member who loves to take care of their partner in every way and will not care if there is an age difference

18+ minors dni.

pairing: kun/ten/hendery x fem!reader

warnings: age gap, manipulation, humiliation, daddy kink (no ddlg sorry), noncon for dery, loss of virginity.

kun

not mentioning him would be madness, so i'm doing it. he'd love being called gege, and it especially hits different when it's a girl 6-7 years younger than him because he does feel a little guilty for liking it so much. at first, you call him gege because he's your elder but it's never too innocent. what business does kun have for thinking about you — a 21 year old — like that?

but kun gets over the shame pretty fast once he gets a taste of your pussy. one thing he still can't get over is the nickname — which will never not be inappropriate coming out of your whiny little mouth. you're his little princess, his most precious thing in the world. the age doesn't matter, and if he has to be honest, it's what makes it exciting. thrilling. it's what makes his cock so fucking stiff because goddamn, the thought of destroying a tiny, inexperienced cunt like yours will always be his guilty pleasure.

he doesn't expect the others to understand, they have no say in his relationship anyway. if he loves you, what's the problem? he'll care for you, provide and protect, he doesn't need a reason, it's what he's meant to do.

kun maybe has perverted intentions regarding you when he demands to be called gege no matter where you are, manipulating you by saying you should always refer to him as such, he's your elder. "well behaved girls know this, they listen to their older boyfriend and don't refuse them what they want."

ten

ofc ten is on this list. why wouldn't he be? he's the kind to make jokes about it, call himself "ten daddy" until he really can't fuck anyone without being referred as such. "what's my name? no, wrong answer, love," he'd tease you because he loves how flustered you become. he's so incredibly teasing about it and that's probably the aspect he likes the most about being called daddy. him being much older than you, much experienced and mature, he finds it adorable and almost laughable to have you call him daddy.

ten is a dom i just think daddy kink is something he'll dive into naturally. he likes being domineering, and he's a huge tease at the same time, he'd probably make you call him daddy in public in front of everyone just because it makes him laugh. acting oblivious of the small calls of his name, pretending he doesn't hear you until you address him as ten daddy. the others can't help but laugh of course, making you extremely embarrassed, exactly the result ten wanted.

he really doesn't see your relationship the same way kun would, but the age gap he doesn't care about it at all. it's amusing to him to have a younger girlfriend because he just can plant any thoughts he wants in your pretty head and you won't even question it. you're so gullible he finds it sweet and he doesn't even hide how big of a manipulator he is.

hendery

i don't think he would want to be called daddy or have a young girlfriend, however... you would coerce him into it. sorry. "come on, dery, it's only 5 years... what are you so afraid of? i'm a big girl," you'd say to him while literally humping his bulge, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, trying so hard to resist the temptation to fuck the shit out of you.

hendery's dick has a mind of its own, but he still has some morals, rules he can't cross — even though it's becoming very difficult to respect them when he has you grinding on him like a deprived little slut. he can't just indulge in sex with someone like you, you're too damn young, what would the others think? what if he regrets it? what if you regret it? but something tells him you wouldn't. not once.

when you attempt to kiss him once again, expecting him to move him head away, he finally loses it and pins your body down. at this right moment he thinks that young or not, you fucking deserved his cock defiling your stupidly tiny cunt. so when you cry to him you're a virgin does he stop? no. you begged for him, you begged for this exactly, and he didn't imagine any of it. you were dry-humping him and trying to kiss him, so you will own up to the consequences of your actions.

but let's be honest, that's what you wanted and you're more than pleased of the turn of events. "thought you were a big girl. what happened to her, huh?" you're quite proud of the crocodile tears dripping from your eyes, mumbling "i'm sorry," as your pussy is totally creaming hendery's cock. he doesn't stop when "daddy" slips out of your lips, he wants to ignore it the first couple of times you cry it, but the more he hears you calling him daddy, the harder he cums into you.

[h0mebody-heaven]

[h0mebody-heaven]

⤷ new messages from: the boyz english line (+ crush!sangyeon)

⤷ message content: eric exposes your crush on sangyeon and kevin decides to help you out

⤷ fluff

[h0mebody-heaven]

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

nonidol!eric sohn x gn!reader

you can't figure out why eric's been acting different, but maybe you had nothing to worry about in the first place.

8.2k words, bffs2l, college au, reader is incredibly oblivious, swearing, pining, flirting, kissing, mentions of organic chemistry (yuck), eric sohn, fluff, one really bad that's what he said joke (sorry it was chenle), mentions of alcohol

a/n: to @mosviqu !! (requests are closed) hope you like this one, beloved :')) thanks for waiting

A midnight pool party wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you told your friends that you had just gotten off of work. You'd thought they were just having a game night at another friend's house, but it turned out, they decided to utilize said friend's massive backyard space, including his heated pool lined with LED lights at the bottom.

"Who the hell has LED lights at the bottom of their pool?" You voiced aloud in the car.

Ningning's voice wrapped around you from the full volume of your phone's speaker, "My friend from middle school and the one who got us into Yangyang's party the other night—Zhong Chenle. You remember him, right? We went to high school with him, too."

You definitely remembered him. How could you not? He had the most subtly rich personality you'd ever come across. You once thought he was wearing a regular, white Hanes T-shirt from the store (the ones that came in a six pack from Costco), but it turned out that it was a two hundred dollar Balenciaga top.

It was literally just a white shirt.

"Yeah, so we're just here with him and some of his friends," Ningning continued on. You could hear the sounds of merriment in the background, including music and bodies crashing into the pool.

You pulled up to your apartment complex, and it took a second for you to gather your belongings and scramble out of the car. You squeezed your phone between your ear and shoulder as you bumped the car door closed with your hip. "Who's there again? I know you and Winter, but specifically…"

"Uhhh—besides Chenle, there's Renjun, Yangyang, Sungchan, and Eric."

As you let yourself into the apartment, you paused. “Wait, Eric's back?”

There was a commotion on the other side and for a moment, you didn't hear what Ningning said. Then she returned to the speaker with a giggle in her voice, “Yn! We're playing Monopoly soon, but I'm only playing if you're coming over—oh shit, did you say something just now?”

You chuckled, dumping your bag on the kitchen counter and just barely stopping yourself from slumping over like your work bag. “I just asked if Eric was back. I thought you just said he was there with you all.”

“Oh yeah! He said he got back from LA a few hours ago. I don't know how he's not severely jetlagged, but you know what? He brought booze.”

“Sounds like Eric,” you mused. You wondered why he hadn't told you he was back in town. You thought he wouldn't be taking off until tomorrow morning, so that was when you were expecting him.

“—so?”

“Hm?”

“You coming over?”

“Yeah, yeah give me a few.”

One cup of crappy coffee and a change of clothes later, you arrived in front of Chenle's house just a fifteen minute drive from your complex. It was gated and tucked away, which made sense as to why they were able to make so much noise. You could hear the music out from the driveway.

Ningning emerged from the shadows of the side entrance to the house. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you. "Ahh, Yn! I'm so glad you're finally here," she squealed and skipped over to you in her flip-flops, wrapping her arms around you in a big hug. Your friend was dressed in a pretty, bandeau bikini top and bottom, her inky black hair falling down her shoulders like the flow of a waterfall.

You laughed as she pulled away. "Glad I could make it. Are we just going through the side gate or something?"

She nodded and guided you through the foliage. "Yeah. How was work?"

You figured that after your long shift, you probably wouldn't have much energy to actually go swimming. You'd changed into a bathing suit anyway and threw a T-shirt and shorts over it in case, but had arrived with little more than your wallet, keys, and lip gloss.

You gave her a shrug in reply. "Eh. It's work," you said, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the sound of water splashing and high-pitched shrieks. "It was quiet, at least."

"That's good," she nodded with a soft smile thrown over her shoulder. "Thank god you're finally here. Chenle decided he didn't wanna get his limited edition Jade Rabbit Monopoly board wet—” She gave an indulgent eye roll, “—but his game, his decision, I guess.”

You chimed in your agreement just as you and Ningning emerged on the side of the backyard that hosted your friends and their midnight pool party. From your vantage, you could count the heads present, including one Yangyang making a splash into the pool and getting water all over Renjun.

“Yn!” Winter raised a hand from where she sat cross-legged on a lounge chair.

“Yo, what's up, Yn?” Sungchan hollered from the side of the pool where the speaker was. He was fiddling around with whoever's phone was connected to the aux cord.

You grinned, greeting everyone with a big wave. “Hey, guys. Have you been out here for long?”

“Yangyang, I swear to—” Renjun's swear cut through the music to the symphony of Yangyang's screeching of absolute delight. The former brushed his wet hair back, rubbing the pool water out of his eyes. It wasn't until afterward that he greeted you back as you neared where he had been dragged into the pool by his friend. “Hi, Yn. Did you just get here?”

“I did! Where's—”

The back door to the house slid open and Chenle emerged dragging out a massive cooler of what you assumed to be drinks. Carrying the back end was Eric in a pair of dampened board shorts with his wet bangs hanging in his eyes.

“Eric Sohn! You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow morning, you poser!” You shouted in his direction.

Chenle and Eric's heads both whipped over toward where you and Ningning were. Chenle said something to Eric with a wide-ass monkey grin, then proceeded to drag the cooler the rest of the way without Eric's help.

Eric cupped the back of his neck sheepishly as he approached you. He must have recently gotten out of the pool, because there was still water dripping down the lines of his chest and stomach. “In my defense, the airline offered me money if I took an earlier flight,” he said with a laugh.

“As your certified best friend,” you mused, “I'm offended I wasn't the first to know about this update.”

“Okay, best friend, let me hug you to make up for it.”

Your eyes widened, “Eric, you're wet—”

“That's what he said!” Chenle howled with laughter at his own joke, and Ningning groaned in anguish.

“Okay and?” Before you could protest any more, he trapped you in his arms, pressing his dampened skin against your perfectly dry outer garments. For good measure, he nuzzled his wet hair against the side of your face, too.

“You're like—like a dog,” you laughed, playfully pushing him away.

Eric beamed and placed his hands on his hips. “Golden retriever to your black cat. Now, do I have to dump you in that pool myself or are you going to like swimming tonight?”

Your face pressed into a deadpanning line, which drew an even brighter sound from him. You couldn't help but smile; it was nice to have him back. “You're so annoying sometimes. I'm sitting on the edge of the pool only, and you can suck it.”

As you began making your way over to the edge of the pool, Eric trailed after you with his head shaking and a laugh lingering on his tongue. “Missed you, Yn.”

It was a good thing you were facing away from him right then. A smile split your face like a slice of watermelon. “Missed you, too, Sohn.”

You didn't see your friends again until the following Friday evening. It wasn't late enough to call it “night” nor early enough to call it “afternoon.” It was a timestamp somewhere in the middle when the sun had yet to decide if it would hide behind the buildings or peer through the alleyways. It was also when the Korean BBQ place in the university district was relatively bare, and so you and your friends could get away with scoring the big table in the back on the raised platform.

“I feel like a king,” Chenle said with a smile on his face as he breathed in the smell of beef on the grill.

Sungchan flipped over one of the pieces of chicken with his tongs. “Wait, so Yn, they're for real making you work the Friday night closing shift?”

All eyes turned toward your end of the table where you sat with Eric on your right, and Ningning and Winter across from you.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, your dominant hand pausing your chopstick movements. “Oh, uh, yeah… I mean,” you added with a shrug, “it's not so bad most of the time. I think I would rather have me working than one of the kids.” The store you worked at was relatively understaffed, and your manager oftentimes hired high schoolers from the nearby district to fill in the spaces. There were rare occasions where rowdy customers came in during the latter hours of the night, and you would rather your younger colleagues didn't have to worry about that. (Even if you yourself also worried about rowdy customers.)

“Do you at least get a closing shift bonus?” Winter asked, her cheek stuffed with her last bite. “When I worked part-time at the corner store last year, they at least incentivized closing.”

“Usually when I work alone, yeah,” you said.

Eric's left arm came to rest over the back of your chair as he leaned forward to transfer a slab of short rib to your bowl. “Are you working alone tonight?” He asked, reaching past you to grab a piece of cucumber from one of the metal bowls of side dishes.

You placed the cucumbers between the two of you temporarily so he could have easier access. “I think so,” you said. “Unless my manager recruited someone else, but yeah, I think it'll probably just be me.”

The rest of the table turned to their individual conversations, especially as one of the waiters brought over an additional platter of meats to grill.

Eric murmured to you, “What if I just happened to show up at your work tonight?”

You turned your body slightly to face him, mutual smiles curling onto both of your mouths. “What, need a new first aid kit or something?”

“And a little dose of Yn Ln,” he said before popping a slice of fish cake into his mouth. He was still leaning in close to you, the twinkle in his eyes like a secret only you two knew. You were trying to not let the skin peeking out of his tank top throw you off balance; it was definitely just the heat and steam that made it glisten.

Your eyebrows shot up at his remark. “You're getting plenty of me now.”

“I need to make up for when I was away,” he replied as easy as it was for him to drink water. “I told you, I missed you.”

It was the fire from the grill, the heat of the room, the smell of the food. It was not Eric Sohn making your skin hot or your heart trip—at least, that was what you told yourself. He was attractive, yes, and he was one of your best friends. He was flirty, double yes, but he was still just a friend. (Right?) “Did you breathe too much LA air?” You joked half-heartedly. “You're acting… different.”

He shoved his bite into his cheek and gave you a shrug. “I think I'm acting exactly how I should be,” he said with a quirk of his eyebrows, then tuning into whatever topic Renjun had brought up—something about a party at Han Jisung's house.

Your head tilted to the side in dumbfoundment, but you returned to the rest of the group even if your brain was rewinding that conversation over and over again in your head. What did he mean that he was acting exactly how he should be?

For a moment, you turned back to look at him. His head was so close to yours, his body scooted forward on his chair to close that distance between his legs and yours. You couldn't read him—could only see the mirth in his eyes from Chenle and Renjun going back and forth in Chinese, as if he could understand. You weren't sure what you were looking for.

He glanced over at you then to meet your eyes. It was a split second, but that was enough to alter your brain chemistry, that you were sure his eyes flickered down to your lips. Then his eyes were away from you, having never dared a look at all.

It was about three hours later that you found yourself stationed behind the front counter at the store you worked at. After six, usually the crowd dwindled down when everyone was out having dinner or curled up at home for the night.

That left you with a few options to occupy the time. With the aisles less than crowded, you could hook your phone up to the overhead speaker and bop your head while stocking up the aisles. While Wednesdays were the main inventory days, some of that work spilled into Thursdays and Fridays depending on how much was delivered and who was on the schedule.

You were sorting through the candy aisle checking for expired dates when you heard the jingle of the bell above the front door. “Hi, welcome in!” You hollered from over the aisle, then broke into a smile at the sight of a familiar Los Angeles Angels baseball cap.

Eric tracked your voice and joined you in the aisle you were in, his tank top from earlier swapped out for a dark colored T-shirt under a corduroy jacket. He must have not wanted to come in clothes that reeked of food. “Hey you,” he said, walking over to ruffle your hair.

“Aye,” you chided half-heartedly and reached up to smooth out the hair on top of your head. “I didn't think you were being serious about stopping by,” you mused. You squeezed your hand to reach for the bars of chocolate at the far back. When you examined them and determined that they had reached the shelf expiration date, you dumped them into the shopping basket at your feet to be logged later.

“Of course I was being serious,” he huffed while perusing the bags of gummy candies hanging in the section next to you.

“Those are pretty good.” You pointed out a brand of lesser known gummies shaped like whale sharks. They had adorable, little smiles, but when they got damaged or melted… it was less adorable and less smile-looking. But they were nice and snackable, nonetheless.

He hummed in consideration and plucked a bag off the hanger. “How many of these brands have you tried?”

“Like… five or six,” you said. “I just kind of mark it as a store expense, and then me and the other person on shift share it.”

He chuckled, a smile flitting over his lips after examining the back of the bag. “Wanna share these with me?”

“Sure, man.”

That was how you found yourself at the front counter across from Eric, a bag of whale shark gummies split open between you. You had the store's to-do list binder open and were checking off the items you'd completed, all the while popping a poor whale shark into your mouth. Eric had found interest in one of the celebrity magazines displayed on the rack by the door.

It had so far been a slow night with very few customers coming in to grab a last minute case of beer or condoms. All the usual shit. However, time flew past a lot faster with Eric keeping you company. Even though the conversation you'd had with him at dinner earlier lingered in the back of your mind, it was quickly forgotten as he filled your time talking about LA, plans for the summer, and whatever you were up to while he was gone.

As midnight fast approached, the gummy sharks were finished and you whipped out the broom to begin cleaning up.

Eric idly scrolled through your phone to choose a song, skipping one after the other. “Can I help clean up or anything?” He asked after settling on a Dominic Fike song.

“Just sit still and look pretty,” you teased as you swept some dust and debris into a dustpan.

He smiled to himself. “That should be your job.”

There went your heart again, but thank god you were turned away from him. “Unfortunately, I don't get paid for that.”

“How much do you want?”

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, and he sent you a cheeky grin. You laughed loud at the ridiculousness, then returned to sweeping the aisle you were in. “You’re so stupid,” you said playfully. You didn't mean it… sort of. He was stupidly smooth, stupidly pretty, stupidly—

Eric grabbed the dustpan to trail after you. “Damn, I call you pretty and you call me stupid?”

“What if stupid is a compliment?”

“When is it ever a compliment?”

Despite the banter, the two of you were both beaming at each other in the lowlight. In no time, you had the entire store swept clean (for the most part), and you went to tuck the broom and dustpan into the back room. The clock struck just about midnight, too, and you swung the ring of keys around your index finger, your bag hanging off your shoulder.

Eric glanced up from where he had his nose buried in his phone screen. “Ready?” He asked, perking up like a golden retriever.

“Yep.” You stopped behind the counter to clock out. “Thanks for keeping me company, Eric. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, what are f—” His voice broke for a second, and you sent him a look. He cleared his throat, “What are friends for?”

You finished clocking out on the computer, then slipped out from behind the counter and moved toward where Eric was. “Is that what we are?” You jested in reply.

His eyes went wide for a second. “What?”

Your head cocked to the side quizzically. “Is that what we are? Friends?” You repeated. When he still looked dumbfounded, you grimaced, “Was that lame? Yeah, that was lame. Let's just forget about that.”

You stepped toward the front door, but Eric placed a hand on your upper arm to stop you.

“Wait, Yn—”

You stopped with a hum in your throat, head turned back toward him. The two of you stood slightly closer now. Beneath the dim fluorescents, between the cold medicine and magazine rack, you searched this man's eyes for an answer he wasn't giving you. You could measure the length of his eyelashes from this distance, and you saw the shine mark on his lips after his tongue darted out to wet it.

“Eric?” You voiced quietly after he hadn't said anything. “Everything okay?”

Something shuddered in his expression and you swore his cheeks darkened in shade. “Nothing,” he said swiftly. “Sorry, it's nothing.”

Eric sat down across from you with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck and his hood thrown over his head. He nudged his black-rimmed glasses up his nose as he powered his laptop on. “Hey,” he whispered to you, his eyes darting around to make sure no one around you was bothered by his speaking.

The two of you were situated in the upper levels of your university library to study for your upcoming final exams. Most of the libraries on campus had a system in place where lower levels were meant as collaborative spaces with each level getting quieter in general volume. You and Eric were on the top floor, but at one of the desks tucked into one of the bookshelves. There were a few people around you, but they were hidden by walls and shelves, for the most part.

“I think you're fine,” you whispered to him in amusement as you uncapped your highlighter to mark a specific passage in the text you were reading.

Eric got up and quietly moved his chair to sit adjacent to you, rather than across from you. “What're you working on?”

“Just some research for a paper,” you replied. “You?”

“O-chem,” he said, and his entire being flopped over his closed laptop, his face crumpled in anguish.

You cooed silently and gently patted his hoodie-covered head. “You poor thing.”

Oh, organic chemistry. The monster it was.

When he still didn't pick himself or his laptop screen up, you leaned over to lay on top of him. “This is comfortable,” you muttered into the back of his hoodie.

You heard him hum in agreement.

“Dude, I don't even know how you're keeping up with your classes during baseball season,” you whispered and began mindlessly drawing flowers on his back.

“I'm not.”

You had to bury your face into his back to suppress your snort. “That's valid.”

“Thanks.”

“Awwh,” you murmured and wrapped your arms around his back. “It's gonna be okay. I promise.” Out of the two of you, Eric was usually the one with the sunny disposition, but it didn't mean you wouldn't jump at the opportunity to help him feel better. He deserved just as much tender love and care.

For a moment, you stayed in that position with your body covering his and your arms wrapped around him. If you weren't careful, you might have fallen asleep like that.

Eventually, you peeled yourself off of him and coaxed him to sit up with you. “Study for an hour with me and then we can get a treat.”

“Your face is a treat,” he said groggily, rubbing his eye from behind his glasses while yawning.

You covered up any signs of being flustered with, “Is that how you pull girls, Sohn?”

“No, that's how I pull you.”

You didn't need to feel your skin to know your face was on fire. He didn't even glance over at you, only sleepily smacked his lips together and pulled his laptop lid up with robotic motions. Maybe that was a good thing though. You still weren't too sure how you felt about his flirty remarks as of late, and they had yet to cease.

But… you looked over at Eric and he was already getting to work—you could deal with it later. It wasn't like it meant anything, right? Surely, the quickening of your heart and continually flustered state because of him meant absolutely nothing, right? Of course. And they definitely weren't signs that you liked his increased lines. Definitely.

(Who the fuck were you trying to fool?)

As promised, after about an hour passed by, you and Eric packed up your things to head out to find something to munch on. With spring slowly fading out into a pretty summer, the sun gleamed from its perch in the sky to warm the day. The trees lining the walkway were beginning to lose their flower buds in exchange for rich, dark green leaves.

A few minutes out from the university's main campus, you and Eric walked into a bakery that was frequented by many of your peers. It wasn't a complete surprise to see that nearly all of the tables inside were occupied by people with headphones in, laptops on, and books out.

You and Eric hopped in line, nonetheless, your eyes darting from the display case to the room to scout for an open table. Your fingers drummed against the strap of your bag. “You know what you're getting?”

He hummed. “The almond croissant kind of sounds good right now. What about you?”

“Might get a sandwich, to be honest,” you said. You hadn't had a filling breakfast, so you might as well make up for it.

“Which sandwich?”

“You're not paying.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully with a purse of his lips. “That's what you think.”

He did not pay for your sandwich.

While there was not a single open table inside, there were plenty of them outside. Eric wrinkled his nose at you as you were just about to take a bite of your sandwich. You stopped short. “What? Don't tell me you're butthurt, Sohn.”

“That’s such a weird word,” he said, gently pulling a piece of the croissant apart for him to put into his mouth.

“What, butthurt?” You could agree with that. It was kind of funny. “True, but it describes you pretty well.”

He laughed then, his eyes turning upward into pretty, little crescent moons. Since the two of you were forced to sit outside, the sunshine had an easier path to paint over your friend's face and make him look even more ethereal. A feeling worked its way into your chest at the sight of him like this. “Okay, honey. Whatever.”

You smiled around your bite, replying only after you'd swallowed it, “See? Butthurt.”

“I'm a good sport though.”

“Fine, I will admit that you're a good sport.”

His smile widened as if satisfied with that answer.

From within your bag, you could hear an aggressive vibration from your phone. You set your meal down to wipe your hands, then fished the device out.

At the sight of the text messages, your face morphed into one of mild amusement concealing a whole lot of “what the heck?”

Eric noticed your change in mood. “Something wrong?”

“Not necessarily?” You opened up the text chain that you had with Bae Sumin, one of your friends whom you met from a composition class you both shared in freshman year. “She's asking if you'd be interested in being set up for a date.”

You didn't know why there had been a spike of panic in your heart after reading it. It wasn't like you had any claim over Eric; that wouldn't be right to gatekeep him, especially when you didn't like him like… that, right?

His brows knitted together as he skimmed over the messages. When he was done he leaned away, his head already shaking. “I'm not really interested.”

“Really?” You asked curiously, withdrawing your phone back to your side of the table and mentally drafting a text message back. “Sieun's pretty nice.”

“I'm just—” he nudged his glasses up, letting out a breathy laugh, “—I’d rather figure that all out for myself, y'know? It's not like I don't think Sieun's a good person, but I…” He huffed, and it sounded almost frustrated.

You didn't know why you felt guilty all of a sudden. “You don't have to explain it to me, dude,” you said and began texting Sumin back. “If you don't want to, then you don't want to, y'know? It's better than leading her on.”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“So you're not interested in anyone then?” You asked, in an attempt to slowly bring the conversation away from matchmaking. “You know what? You don't have to say anything—we can talk about something else—”

“I'm interested in someone,” he cut in.

You paused, surprised. You felt your pulse leap. Who? You wanted to ask, but instead inquired, “Really?”

He avoided your eyes. “Yep.”

“Oh.” Well that would make sense why he didn't want to be set up with someone else. Why couldn't he just say that in the first place then?

You gnawed on your bottom lip and couldn't help but think about who Eric could be interested in. There was a jittery flutter in your stomach at the thought. You didn't want to pry, but you were also curious as to who he was interested in. “Well, uh, good for you! I think that's really great.”

That… sounded so insincere.

Eric lifted his gaze to yours, and you felt a jolt run down your spine at the look in his eyes. “Thanks, Yn. I don't really know what to do though, to be honest.”

You frowned, tucking your phone away. “About—about the person? Or about your feelings?”

“I guess,” he said with a helpless gesture of his hands, “both.”

You pressed your lips together. It had been awhile since you were remotely interested in anyone either. And even back then, you were never the sort of person to speak up about your feelings with the person first. But this was Eric, and you wanted to at least try to help him. “Is this person not someone you think you should have feelings for? I guess I’m just asking why you feel conflicted or helpless.”

“Kind of,” he said, tongue in cheek. “They’re—they’re one of my—” He stopped himself. “They’re one of the best people I know, I just don’t think they feel the same way.”

“And so you don’t want to risk losing them should you confess?” You finished for him. You felt your posture droop with sympathy, and maybe a bit of envy. Who could this be about?

Eric scratched the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well, I mean, if they’re as good of a person as you say, I think that they wouldn’t hold it against you or your friendship if you confessed and they didn’t feel the same.” If you were in his situation, you wouldn’t want to lose Eric ei—wait, what? Why were you thinking of it like that? You shook yourself out of whatever delusional headspace you found yourself in. “And in any case, maybe you can flirt with them, or hint to them your feelings and see how they respond.”

His eyebrow arched high. “I’ve definitely done that.”

“And?”

He smirked, a chuckle falling out of his mouth. “They may be one of the best people I know, but they’re as oblivious as a rock sometimes.”

Your own brows lifted. “Damn.” And you knew exactly how blatant Eric’s flirting style was.

Eric’s eyes caught onto something behind you, and you sat up to see what he was looking at. Just on the other side of the outside seating area, you recognized Mark Lee and Kim Jungwoo from Eric’s baseball team strolling past.

Mark lifted a hand, his mouth widening into a grin. “Hey, man! What’s up?”

Eric greeted his teammates with his usual cheeriness, clasping his hand with theirs.

“Oh my gosh, is this the—”

“The best friend,” Eric interrupted, his eyes darting to you. Both Mark and Jungwoo did the same thing, so now you were worried about why they were looking at you like that. “Yeah, this is Yn, my best friend.”

Jungwoo grabbed Mark by his shoulder and extended a greeting fist bump toward you. “Nice to finally meet you, Yn. Eric’s told us a lot about you.”

“Oh?” You glanced over at Eric before reciprocating the gesture. “It’s nice to meet you, too. Hope he’s only said good things,” you jested. Partly.

“Oh, all the good things; don’t worry,” Mark chirped. “We’ll see you at practice later, Eric!”

Eric lifted his hand in a wave as they continued down the street. “See you then!”

Once you were sure they were out of earshot, you picked up your sandwich again. “So you talk about me to your teammates?”

“All good things—you heard Mark,” he said with a laugh, but for some reason, you thought you detected a hint of uncertainty there. “How could I not talk about you?”

“Careful there, you’re starting to sound like you’re obsessed with me.”

“Well, maybe I am,” he shot back at you. He brushed the crumbs from his finished croissant onto the plate, reaching for the small stack of napkins between you two. “But seriously, don’t worry about what those guys said. They just like to mess with me.”

You lifted a shoulder in a meager shrug. “No worries, man. I’m obsessed with you, too, so the feeling’s mutual.”

You relished in the way his countenance noticeably lifted, his expression brightened, the corners of his lips curling into the apples of his pinkened cheeks like twin divots. All of a sudden it was just you and Eric, and you could forget about everything and everyone else.

“He said the L word?” Vernon let out a melodramatic gasp, which made it all the more funny since he'd said it with the most monotonous tone. His eyes had gone wide enough to see the white of his eyes though, and you practically doubled over because of him.

Ningning, unaffected by Vernon's silliness, nodded vigorously. “He said he loved her first! Isn't that crazy?”

You plucked out one of your opened water bottles from the fridge. “I don't think it's that crazy. Is it weird that I don't think it's that crazy?”

Vernon sank deeper into the couch cushion he sat on, eyes already drifting closed. “It's Kim Sunwoo; I don't think it's that crazy either.”

“Am I the only person who was shocked by this?”

“Yes,” you and Vernon answered at once.

Ningning rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine. I guess I can see it, too. But it's just weird because he never gave any indication that he even liked her.”

“He was probably just suppressing it?” Vernon offered with a yawn. “Maybe he's just got a lot on his plate. My friend Seungcheol's a little emotionally constipated, too, but it's 'cause he's been slammed by his work stuff.”

“Isn't it crazy that people our age are telling other people they love them already? Like, love-love, and not some kind of primary-school-playground-love.” You moved yourself to join your friends in your micro living room. There was a gathering of laptops and papers scattered on the coffee table, but no one had touched them since they'd been brought out. Finals week burnout was real and tangible.

“One day,” Ningning sighed, less so lovey dovey, and more so exhausted as hell. She leaned her cheek against the back of her knuckles. “I don't know if I wanna get married though.”

“I think marriage is cool,” said Vernon. He had now taken on a coffin position with his arms crossed firmly over his chest and his face tilted up toward the ceiling. “As long as it's with the right person.”

“Yeah, stuff like that can't be rushed,” you agreed. You weren't sure what your plans for the future were; you just hoped you had your friends by your side, at the very least.

All this talk about partners and futures had your mind turning toward your conversation with Eric from lunch the other day. Did he see this crush of his as a potential life partner? He deserved that—someone who loved him as much as he no doubt loved them. Where would that leave you? Didn't you want something like that, too?

“Let's not talk about marriage anymore.” Ningning fwumped onto her side over the remainder of the sectional that Vernon wasn't lying on. She'd clearly given up on studying, same as Vernon. “How's Eric doing, Yn?”

Your head perked up. “Eric? What about Eric?”

“Oh, I dunno.” She held her phone screen directly above her face as she scrolled through social media, her lips pressed together. “Chenle said that Mark said that he's interested in somebody.”

It seemed news traveled fast, but then again, you didn't know how long Eric had been interested in this mystery person. You blinked, gnawing on your bottom lip. “Ah, yeah. He mentioned something about that to me, but he didn't tell me who it was.”

Ningning turned her head slightly to face you and her eyebrow was flicked up toward her hairline. “You're serious?”

“Well, yeah. I'm not gonna force it out of him.”

Vernon peeked one eye open. “Dude, you know that guy would do anything for you, right? If you asked one more time, he probably would have folded like a lawn chair.”

You sent him a pointed look. “I'm not about to force him to give away something sensitive like that. I admit that I'm curious, but…” It just wasn't your business.

He frowned at you, then went back to his half-conscious state.

Were you missing something?

Ningning rolled over completely onto her side. “How about this: how do you feel about Eric being interested in someone?”

Why was this the sudden topic of discussion? You pursed your lips, eyebrows furrowing. “Is this a trick question?”

“Why would it be a trick question?”

You exhaled. “He said that the person he liked was one of the best people he knew, so I'm happy for him. Like I said earlier, it would be nice to know who it was, but I don't want to make him give up something if he's not ready to yet.” That would just be unfair.

Vernon opened his eyes again and turned to Ningning. “Doesn't this sound like an automated response?”

You deadpanned. “It is not an automated response. It's—y’know, why wouldn't I be happy for him?”

With a dead serious tone, your friends said simultaneously, “Because you're in love with him.”

That statement struck a match against your cheeks and set them ablaze. Your lips parted, words failing you. Because you're in love with him?

At your speechlessness, Ningning moved to sit up straight. “We think it's because you have feelings for him,” she rephrased, as if that was any better.

“I do not have feelings for him.”

“I think you do; you might be mistaking it as something else.”

You garbled with the words in your brain, but they slipped and fumbled and wouldn't line up correctly on your tongue. It was to the point that you had to put a pause on trying to come up with a retort, and rather, piece this together logically. There had to be a reason for why both Ningning and Vernon were on the same page with this.

It came to you then, slowly, like a train pulling into the station. It was every one of his flirtatious maneuvers to get you flustered, the bittersweetness you didn't want to acknowledge at the thought that he was interested in somebody else. It was that look in his eyes that you couldn't describe, the way he tripped over his words when it came to calling you a friend. The voice over the intercom was announcing the stop as the train came to a gradual halt.

“Oh.”

Ningning frowned slightly, her head nodding. Vernon was actually awake now. “Yeah.”

So what now?

You knew Eric just finished with his organic chemistry final when you found him passed out on your couch. You'd been out working for the majority of the day and passed him a set of spare keys to your apartment to let himself in whenever he was done so the two of you could start your long awaited movie marathon night. The sun had just set and you'd come with a bag of groceries to make dinner, but all you could think about was the guy snoozing on the couch, his tufts of hair sticking out of his hood.

Cute.

By the time he woke up, you had dinner fixed up, and the apartment was filled with divine aromatics. Some said the smell of food usually made chefs feel full, but you hadn't eaten properly since you left for your shift this morning.

The lump on the couch stirred as you turned off the stove and turned toward the sink to start washing the dishes. You didn't like washing dishes, but it was a necessary evil. Earlier, you’d found the evidence that Eric had helped himself to some of the instant noodles in your cabinets, leaving a note by the dishes in the sink: Sorry, I promise I'll wash these when I wake up!!

You knew he would have kept his word, but you also knew how hard he worked and stressed over that damn exam. It was no inconvenience toward you to wash just a couple extra things.

Eric rolled onto his feet and shuffled into the kitchen, his eyes fluttering to adjust to the warm lighting. “Hi,” he rasped, voice hoarse from his nap.

His chin found your shoulder. “I said I'd wash those,” he murmured, referring to the small pot you were washing now.

“I know. I thought I'd do it anyway.”

“You hate washing the dishes.”

Your movements paused for a second. The organ in your chest was galloping away again, but now you knew the reason. Your head shifted slightly as it bumped against his gently. “I know.”

He was quiet for a moment before his arms came around your form and settled across your stomach and waist. “Thanks. Sorry for the mess.”

“There was no mess, silly goose,” you told him.

“I'll wash the ones after dinner.”

You murmured, “It's okay, Eric. I know you're good for it.”

Eric let out a breath against your neck, his head tucking into the warmth there. “I love you.”

At once, you both froze. You felt his body tense up around you, and knew your movements had stopped completely. You'd both heard what he said crystal clear and even the volume of the sink faucet couldn't dismiss it as a trick of the ear.

“Shit.” He detached himself from you just as you finished washing. You reached for the dry towel next to you on the counter to dry your hands, then turned around to face him. His eyes were wide like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I didn't say that aloud, did I?”

You smiled through a small wince. “You kind of did.”

“What if I left and pretended I wasn't even here?—”

You stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulders. You gave him a little shake, the smile on your face sweetening. “Hey, Eric. I love you, too.”

His lips fell into a pout. “No, Yn. You—you don't get it. It's—I… I love you.”

“I know,” you said and moved your hands up to cup his face. There was a wobble in his eyes as you said this, that puppy pout deepening. “And I love you, too.”

Eric wrapped his arms around you tight then, a breath of air pushing out from his lips in utter relief. “Oh my god, you have,” he stammered, “no idea how—just—” He pulled away from you and pressed his lips to the side of your face.

You laughed, your hand coming up to cup the back of his head.

His face was split wide open by a massive grin and his eyes, his beautiful eyes, gleamed like a pair of twin stars beneath the dim kitchen lights. “Do you know how hard this has been for me?” He exclaimed while throwing his hands up in the air. “Do you know how much pain I was in when you couldn't get the hint—”

“Hey! Normal people don't just assume that their best friend has feelings for them,” you stuttered out in your own defense.

Eric tilted his head up to the ceiling. “I have literally flirted at you, right to your face.”

“You have a flirty personality.”

“And you are oblivious.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, your head cocking to the side. “Agree to disagree?”

He sighed and the sound was something happy and bright. “Agree to disagree,” he replied. He smiled at you again, but the corners were softer and mellower, the tenderness shining through like the glow of a lamp covered in a fabric shade. “I've been dying to tell you since I went to LA; I just didn't know how.”

“LA?” You parroted.

“I just couldn't stop thinking about wanting you there with me,” he said like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I'd be in the hotel room, staring up at the ceiling with the stupidest smile on my face thinkin’ 'bout you, and then I'd realize I actually was in love with you. It would flip-flop between those two things all trip long.”

You chuckled as you imagined Eric's starkly different facial expressions for each version of himself. It was an amusing thought. “Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for all the strife I put you through.”

His hands warmed over the sides of your arms. “Hey, honey, it was all worth it in the end.”

“You know,” you said, playing with one of the strings of his hoodie, and his hands came to rest around your waist loosely, “if the comfort and—the warmth and the happiness I feel around you is love, then I think I've been in love with you since the day we met.”

Eric's lips pressed in a deep pout again. “Come on! You can't possibly say that and not expect me to wanna kiss you.”

“I'm not saying no,” you teased.

There was that smile again. He licked his lips once and leaned over to gently press his mouth against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let his softness consume you and ignite you all at once. It occurred to you that you were never scared of losing Eric as a friend—this was just what was next for you both.

When you both pulled away, your breaths still intermingling, his cheeks were a pretty, bubblegum pink color.

“Was that your first kiss?” You joked even though you knew full well it wasn't.

His laugh was low, but his expression brightened. “Might as well be,” he said, “it's the only one I wanna remember.”

Your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully pulled the loops of ribbon through itself to create the perfect, matching bow to the one on the other side of your head. Chenle was hosting a start-of-summer party, and it was mandated that you and your friends attend (according to Ningning).

Through your mirror, your eyes caught a presence at your bedroom door. “Oh my god, you're so cute,” Eric groaned, turning to the side to melodramatically hit his head against the doorframe.

You melted into a smile. “Thanks. I wasn't really sure how they would look actually.”

“Well, they're perfect. You’re perfect. Please don't take them off.” He came over to join you were you sat on the floor in front of your body length mirror.

You wiggled around a strand of pink ribbon you had cut off earlier, but didn't end up using because it was way too long for a hair bow. “I've got an extra piece. Do you want it?”

He scoffed, a hand carding through his hair, “Of course, I want it.”

Very pleased with his response, you clambered onto your knees to decide where to put it. He was dressed casually with a loose tank top, board shorts, and a cap on backwards. You squinted one of your eyes closed. “I've got it.”

“You've got it?” He repeated with a chuckle, smile widening as you practically climbed into his lap. “Hi,” he said with your faces close to each other and his hands resting on either side of your waist.

“Calm down there, tiger,” you teased, “I'm just gonna tie it where everyone can see it.”

You looped the ribbon around his left bicep, his arm subtly flexing as you did so. You made sure the bow looked as perfect as you were capable of making it. With a little pat of your hand, you deemed that it was all set.

“Perfect,” he said with a nod of affirmation.

You nodded along with him. “I'd agree.”

“Hey.” He drew your attention over to him once more and his hands pulled you flush against him. There was a goofy grin on his lips as he gazed at you with wide, doe-like eyes that melted into pairs of molten chocolate. “Do you think…”

“Do I think?” You prompted, wrapping your arms around the back of his shoulders.

“Do you think that if I kissed you in front of our friends, they'd realize we were dating?”

A laugh fell from your mouth, and Eric had never seen something so pretty in his life. (There were few things worthy of being engraved on the backs of one's eyelids, but he thought he just found a view that was. He would chase your smile until the end of time.)

“What?” He beamed. “Good idea, right?”

“I thought we said we were soft launching,” you said, the smile yet to retreat.

“I guess,” he sighed dramatically and leaned back onto his hand to drape the other one across his forehead like a damsel in distress.

You went forward to kiss him. “You're cute.”

“Isn't that my line?” He teased. He licked his lips a little then, expression becoming thoughtful. “I know this is gonna be something different—this relationship—but at the same time, I feel like nothing's changed.”

Swoon. You went in for another kiss and lingered there a bit longer when his hand came up to cup the back of your neck. “It'll be different and the same,” you agreed. “Just better.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Definitely better.”

It was scary—this venture into new territory. It was something that both you and Eric would experience and discover together. But on the bright side, at least you were in love. Maybe that was all that mattered in the end.

a/n: everybody say 'thank god she expanded the plot'

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prompt; #9  "(hugging) you act like you don’t need it, but you hold on just a little tighter every time."

pairing; bf!nicholas x reader

wc; 1.1k

note; first writing/// i dont know if which catagory this fits in lol i feel like its fluff,, anyways nicho my bias line member took the honor of the first writing

finding moots and pls reblog if u liked it <3

cheers - hannah,,

kpop drabble masterlist | prompt list #1

the door clicked shut behind nicholas as he stepped inside, his presence filling the quiet apartment. his hair was messy, with frustration evident on his face. you watched from the couch as he took off his shoes with practised ease while his jacket falling from his shoulders and landing carelessly on the back of a chair. he didn’t say a word, barely even glanced in your direction. 

instead of heading for you like he usually did, he went straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. the way he twisted the cap off, the tension in his movements, told you everything you needed to know. he was tired but it wasn’t just physical; it was the kind of exhaustion that nagged at him from the inside, the one he rarely talked about but couldn’t hide.

you heard the soft click of the fridge door as he closed it, followed by the sound of him taking a long sip of water. he leaned against the counter for a moment, his head hanging low, shoulders hunched as if the weight of the day was too much to bear. you could see the way his jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on some spot on the floor, lost in thought. he didn’t need to tell you what was wrong; you already knew.

sighing quietly, you set down the blanket you’d been folding, the fabric slipping from your fingers as you made your way toward him. he didn’t move as you approached, didn’t even flinch when you came up behind him. gently, you slipped your arms around his waist and pressed your body against his back, your chin resting on his shoulder.

"you act like you don’t need it," you whispered, your voice soft against the quiet of the room.

he tensed at your touch, the same way he always did when he was overwhelmed. but then, slowly, you felt his body give in, the stiffness in his shoulders melting away as he leaned back into you. he hand came up to cover yours, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin. 

"yeah, maybe," he muttered, voice rough, as if admitting that small truth was more than he wanted to say out loud. his fingers tightened slightly around yours, just enough for you to feel that he was holding on, even if he wouldn’t say it.

for a while, neither of you said anything. you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, watching the world outside the window grow darker. his breathing steadied, the rise and fall of his chest matching the gentle rhythm of yours. it was moments like this, when words weren’t necessary, that you felt the closest to him. he didn’t need to tell you what was wrong, didn’t need to explain why he had been so quiet all day. Just being there, with him, was enough.

nicho let out a long sigh, as if the weight he’d been carrying all day was finally starting to lift. you tightened your arms around him, resting your forehead against his back now, feeling the steady beat of his heart through his shirt. there was something so soothing about being close to him like this, something that made all the other noise in the world disappear.

"baby, is this okay?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. you didn’t need to ask, really. you knew it was. but there was always a part of you that wanted to make sure, to check in with him, especially on days like today when he seemed so far away.

he didn’t answer right away. his fingers traced slow, absent-minded star patterns over the back of your hand, the silence stretching out between you. and then, after a long pause, he nodded, the movement slight but certain.

"yeah," he murmured. "it’s more than okay."

you smiled against his back, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. he wasn’t one for grand declarations or emotional outbursts, but when he did open up, even just a little, it meant everything.

after a while, you felt him shift, gently turning in your arms so he could face you. his eyes, usually so guarded, were softer now, the hard edges worn down by the quiet. he didn’t say anything, just looked at you for a long moment, like he was trying to figure out how to let you in without giving too much away. but you didn’t need him to explain. you already knew.

you reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering there for just a moment longer than necessary. he closed his eyes at your touch, leaning into it slightly, and you could see the tiredness carved into his features. not just the physical exhaustion, but something deeper, something that had been weighing on him for a while now..

"you’ve always been here for me," he said quietly, as if the thought had only just come to him. "even when I don’t say anything... even when I try to push you away."

you tilted your head slightly, your eyes soft as you met his gaze. "i’m here because i want to be," you said simply. "not because you need me to be, but because i choose to be. everyone will have their bad days once in a while, it’s okay nicho"

in that moment, nothing else mattered. not the stress, not the expectations, not the long days or the sleepless nights. it was just you and him, wrapped up in each other, safe in the knowledge that you didn’t have to face the world alone.

"i don’t deserve you," he murmured after a long pause, his voice muffled against your hair.

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, furrowing slightly. "dont say that. you deserve all the love and care in the world, and more."

his eyes softened at your words, and for the first time that evening, you saw the tension completely leave his face. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for just a moment longer than usual. it was his silent way of saying thank you, of letting you know that he heard you, even if he couldn’t find the words to say it.

you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his kiss settle over you, and in that moment, you felt the closeness between you deepen. this wasn’t just about comforting him anymore; it was about sharing the weight, about building something stronger between the two of you, something that didn’t need to rely on perfect days or easy moments.

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notes! inspired by song linked in 'notes!' "i'll admit that i'm scared / 'cause i've never really cared as much as this / it's worth the risk" screamed nico so ofc i had to write about it. warning!! this is very delusional, read at your own risk

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“ta.. da..” nicholas pops out of his hiding place once he hears the rooftop double doors creak open. the huge grin plastered on his face shrinks to a shy smile, suddenly self-conscious now that you were in front of him. “hi..” he mumbles, the back of his neck suddenly itchy from embarrassment. 

“hi,” you breath out in shock, your eyes darting past flustered nicholas to scan the deck he decorated just for you. it seemed unlike his character to put so much care in an objective, a picnic blanket placed in the center of the area with pillows surrounding the perimeter. a speaker was placed to the far left of you, soft rnb echoing from the device. there wasn’t a need for any lights, the cloudless stars being your source to see. 

“do you like it?” nicholas’s voice releases the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, his chest pressed against your back as he drapes his arms around your waist. “i, um.. put a lot of time into it,” his deep chuckle rings in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“why?” you turn in his embrace, your eyes widening at the lack of space between you. nicholas looks down at you as you look up, the sparkle in his stare brighter than any star in the sky. if you examine closely, the tips of his ears match his hair, the small smile still adoring his features. 

“you know..” he starts off timid, his voice small as his shoulders do a little shrug. “i just wanted to.. say thank you, for everything,” the way his voice trails off suggests there were more to his reasons, but for now, you nod in acknowledgement at his heartwarming gesture. 

“you didn’t have to,” your voice was as small as his as you pressed your head against his chest. he takes it as a sign to bring you closer, his fresh scent invading your nose.

“i had too,” he defends. you could only chuckle at how persistent the boy was being, especially after the incident. you always found it to be no big deal, unable to realize how much you changed the boys' world.

nicholas was upset.

the joyful cheers of your friends and their video games fade into nothing once the male prances past the living room and into his room, slamming his door with frustration. the commotion makes harua jump in his seat, you and taki sending worrisome looks at each other. “don’t mind him,” euijoo chimes, placing his controller on his lap as he shakes his head. “he just needs some space. anyways, who’s up for another round of mario kart?!” and just like that, the happy energy resumes like nothing happened. 

maybe it was your stubborn attitude telling you to do something after euijoo told you not to, but you found yourself in front of nicholas’s door moments after the boys passed out from their gaming.

“go away,” his voice was raspy compared to the soft knocks on his door.

“i brought some strawberries,” you squeak, still determined to make the male open the door. “i’m sorry if i’m being annoying, i just want to make sure you’re oka–” the door swung open before you could finish your sentence, hair covering nicholas’s sharp eyes as he looked down at you like you were some type of pest.

“if i take the food, would you leave me alone?” he sounded irritated, his words straight to the point.

“actually,” you give an awkward smile, “can i come in?”

nicholas was stressed.

“i feel like i’ve been trapped inside a box filled with impossible accomplishments, yet i have no one to turn to when i need help,” nicholas mutters, his head placed comfortably on your lap. you hum in response, giving him the opportunity to rant his heart out as your fingers comb his hair. “it feels so hard doing everything by myself.”

“who says you’re by yourself?” nicholas perks up at your words, your hands still in his hair as you give him a reassuring smile. “i’m sorry you feel so imprisoned, nico,” you begin, your hand sliding down to cup his cheek. your thumb rubs the skin. “it may not feel like a lot, but you have me to support you.”

“oh,” he breathes, shocked by your words. “thanks.”

nicholas was in love.

“are you good?” you turn your head to the boy in question, your elbow resting against the diner table. nicholas turns to face you with a smirk, jokingly raising an eyebrow. 

“what, i can’t laugh at what my own best friend is saying?” he teases, suddenly glad you were sitting on the same side so he could itch closer to your body. his heart skips a beat when you lean even closer, your noses centimeters from each other. 

“not when our nico sounds so cute!” yudai, the friend you forgot was accompanying you chimes. he leans his chin into his hands on the other side of the table, nicholas snapping his head to the older in annoyance.

“i’m not cute,” he nags, sending yudai a look. the boy only winks in return.

“yeah, you’re right!” you defend, playfully furrowing your brows at yudai as you wrap your arm around nicholas’s shoulder, bringing him closer to you. “you’re my cutie,” you giggle, pinching the boys cheek. unline how he reacted to yudai, nicholas keeps quiet, clearly flustered by your words. 

“but i’m wrong when i say the exact same thing,” yudai bellows, raising his hands in defeat. “favoritism!!” he says, loud enough to get looks from across the restaurant.

…

“you’ve put so much time and effort into me, the very least i can say is thank you,” you appreciated his words, but deep down you knew there was something more to nicholas’s actions. especially since he’s been acting so differently around you. the way his eyes linger onto yours, how his lovesick smiles appear as soon as you enter a room. he makes you feel warm inside, like you were so special to him. 

“you’re welcome but,” you stop to chuckle in disbelief, “no one sets up an entire date to show how grateful they are, nico. seriously, what’s all of this about? you’ve been acting so weird lately,” your fingers trace his jawline as you speak, determined to pry his mind apart.

“because i..” he stops to catch his breath, his heartbeat speeding up when he looks into your eyes. a hand lets go of your waist to interlock the fingers on his face, placing light pecks on the tips. “i’ve never felt like this before,” the boy finally opens up, squeezing your hand. “i never felt so carefree, so loved. you’ve taken me in like i was yours to begin with, you’ve been so sweet, so soft, so inviting. i can be myself without receiving any judgement, i can feel upset without having to be guilty about it. y/n, you help me realize that..”

“that?” you tilt your head, tears welling up at nicholas’s precious words. the boy keeps quiet, his nervousness getting the better of him. he feels as if he doesn’t deserve one drop of your undivided attention. you were an angel that flew from heaven who constantly put a smile on an unorganized guy like him. you had a life, yet you put it on pause to help regulate nicholas. all those late night calls filled with encouragement when you could have turned off your phone and went to bed, he didn’t know what it was that made him worthy of you. you were too good for him. 

he must do something to show how much he appreciates you, right? even if that meant rehearsing his confession for hours in front of a mirror after he got home from work, or turning his rooftop into something you’ve always dreamt about. although he was scared, he still thought you were worth the risk.

his eyes stay glued to yours as you stand in the tense silence. his heart speeds up again because god, you were so pretty. he hates that he’s come to this realization now. in a swift movement, his hands let go of your body to gently cup your cheeks, lifting your chin so now he had a straight shot at your lips. 

he licks his own in anticipation, your presence making his mind go blank, your soft breath erasing all the doubts in his head. he lets out a sigh before connecting your lips in a feverishly slow pace, his figure being sent to a world of bliss as your mouths move against each others. he starts to feel dizzy when you grip his shirt, pulling him closer like you were going to lose him if you didn’t. words couldn’t never express the amount of love you had for each other. 

letting go of your lips, his hands circle around your waist again, ducking his head to kiss the salty tears from your face. if it weren’t for your soft giggle, you would have heard the boy sniffle. he pushes your foreheads together, closing his eyes in bliss.

“you’re the only one who understands.”

︴bonus! kinda got carried away, anyways i hope you enjoyed hehe

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01z!

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𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 ☹︎ & 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

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idol!sungchan x idol!eunseok x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 1.5k+ ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; car sex warnings; handjob, unprotected sex, breeding, sungchan and reader are in a relationship, shotaro and seunghan are in the car

It was very rare when staff allowed you to come along with Sungchan during schedules. And when you are, you and Sungchan are expected to be on your best behavior. Aka. In public you have to pretend to be staff and Sungchan has to pretend he doesn't care about you. Eventually, Sungchan got fed up with that and he begged the company for one of two things. You were allowed to be seen with him in public or he could bring you on any schedules he wants. The company was not on board for the whole open relationship idea, so they agreed to let you come along when wanted.

Only thing was that you would go in a different car and not the one Riize would go in. Not because the company didn't want you too, but because there was zero space. Unless they would split up the cars, then they'd allow you to be with him. You were watching Riize film something for some promotion thing you completely forgot the name of, only coming because Sungchan begged you prior to come along since he said it would take all day to do and that was supposed to be your day together. You had zero problem with it, you loved Riize. They were always so supportive and excited whenever you came along. And you enjoyed watching them shoot, mainly because Sungchan's arms were around you whenever he wasn't, but also because when he was, you get to stare at handsome Sungchan at work. "And that should be it!" The camera man turns the camera off, you watch as Sungchan makes his way towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips before checking the time. "It's late, I'm gonna quickly get out of these clothes and we'll head home okay?" It wasn't that late, but the sooner you got out of there the better, you were starting to see the set every time you closed your eyes. Now for the unfun part, figuring out what the seating arrangement would be for the car ride back. After what felt like an extremely long discussion, you guys decided to split up. Anton, Sohee and Wonbin would go in one car while Shotaro, Seunghan, Eunseok, Sungchan and you would go in another. Sungchan made the point that someone in the other car should switch with him, so that you could also have a seat. But, the 3 were very stern about not switching, claiming they were really tired and wanted to stretch. Since no one was changing their mind, Sungchan accepted the fact that you would be sitting on his lap. Except he really didn't want that. Sungchan is very good at many things, but he is not good at self control, and today just happened to be a day where he really really needed you. It took everything in him to not drag you into a changing room and fuck you there while he was on break. So he opted to sitting in the back, so at least there could be slight privacy. What didn't cross his mind is that someone would have to be sitting in the back as well. After another, except this time, short discussion, they decided that Eunseok would sit in the back as well. The moment you sat on Sungchan, his hands held your thighs. Lightly squeezing them every few seconds. His breath hot on your neck. After a while, you were sure everyone else knocked out, tired from the past photoshoot. Sungchan however, was wide awake, having trouble resting his eyes due to how bumpy the ride was. Sungchan swears he was sent to hell with the way the route they were going had so many speed bumps. His clothed cock making contact with you with every jolt. He knew you felt it, there was no way you couldn't. "I need you."

You experimentally adjusted yourself on his lap, Sungchan lowly groaning in your eyes, stuffing his face in the back of your neck, "You can't wait like 20 minutes?" "They won't know." Technically, if you guys are discreet about it, you could probably get away with it. But it could also be incredibly risky. If someone catches you it could either result in their respect lowering for you, or you being banned from ever going to another schedule with Sungchan ever again. "Make it quick." "You don't have to worry about that," Sungchan wastes no time taking his cock out through the zipper of his pants, moving yours enough for access before pushing your panties to the side and stuffing himself in you. You hold onto the back of the seat in front of you, making sure not to disturb Shotaro sitting in it. He waited a second before thrusting up into you, forcing you to bite your lip to avoid making noises. You could never get used to how big Sungchan is, and normally you'd be a loud mess but this felt like a test from the devil himself. "I've been wanting to do this all day," Sungchan slams your hips down on his, "How I wished I was inside of you instead of doing that stupid photoshoot." "Sungchan.." You moan, loud enough for only him to hear you. His fingers dragging up your skin under your shirt, the warmth of his hands making you sweat. Despite Sungchan controlling your hips, you were unable to stop yourself from doing so as well. Bouncing on his cock soft enough to not make any noises, though is was pretty hard to cover the noise of how wet your pussy sounded every time he thrusted in. It wasn't until you swear you saw something move next to you, where you swear your heart stopped. "You guys are not discreet at all.." Sungchan stops, holding your hips tight, his cock deep inside you as you acknowledge the fact that the person right next to you, was in fact awake.

"Shit- Eunseok I'm sorry-" Sungchan he says quietly, just enough for the other male to hear. "It's fine." Eunseok manspreads slightly, "Just wished you could've let me know ahead of time." Sungchan keeps still, unsure to wether or not he should continue. On one hand, he really needs to cum, on the other, he doesn't want Eunseok to feel uncomfortable. "You guys can continue if you want, I'm not stopping you." The second Eunseok says that, Sungchan goes back to fucking up into you without saying a word back. You could feel eyes on you though, and that makes you let out a soft moan. You notice the way Eunseok warily palmed himself through his jeans, and it seemed you weren't the only one who noticed when you feel Sungchan tap you lightly. "Y/N help him." Eunseok stopped and moved his hand away, not seemingly too embarrassed that he got caught, "She doesn't have to if she doesn't wan- fuck.." You place your hand on top of his hard on, lightly massaging it the way he just was. You helped Eunseok unzip his pants, pulling his cock out from his boxers so your entire fist could work him. Eunseok and Sungchan were pretty close, but you never thought in your entire life of living that you would be in the back of a car getting penetrated by your boyfriend, while giving a handjob to another member of his group. Let alone the fact that Sungchan suggested it. Considering he was always pretty possessive, constantly saying he'd be pretty willing to knock a man out if they looked at you in any way. But maybe it's the fact that he knows you're his, and so he has nothing to worry about. You were too busy on the current circumstances to take realization in the way noises were made. A mix between Eunseok's pre cum and the movement of your hand made a wet sound that could be heard easily if you try really hard enough. One hand working his cock while the other focused mainly on his tip, Eunseok was seeing lights. You were all to aware of how close you were now, too determined on making Eunseok cum to even tell Sungchan. Although Sungchan didn't seem like he was in a communicative mood either, forcing your hips up and down his cock while he made low grunts. Your started to lose focus on your hands when you felt buildup in your lower stomach, "Sungchan please 'M gonna-" Sungchan knocks the words out of your mouth, forcing his cock to go as deep as it possibly could inside of you. The full feeling making your mind go numb as you orgasm all over Sungchan's cock. The sight alone sending Eunseok to his climax, his hips fucking up into you before twitching, cum shooting out onto your hand and the back of the seat in front of him, "Sh-shit.." You felt as Sungchan's cum filled you up, nails digging into the sides of your waist. He pulls out, fixing your panties so they hold his cum inside, finding the entire situation much hotter now that he returned to reality. Sungchan's arms wrapped around you when he felt you lose strength, resting on him behind you. He made circles with his fingers softly on the parts of your hips that he knew he held onto too harshly. "This was a one time thing," Sungchan looks at Eunseok, "It's never happening again, so if that thought's in your head, get it out." "Whatever you say man," Eunseok closes his eyes, hoping to find sleep in the small amount of ride there was left.

wrote this at 3am, night time is very dangerous for me - 🐠

[h0mebody-heaven]

ohhhh wgat the fuck what the fuck what the fuvk

i need to actually bite him, i need to leave marks all over his shoulders so bad fuck i need him to hold me against the wall one hand on my neck the other fingering me so good my knees buckle and legs quiver and then i need him to fuck me rough against the wall that i feel completely weak and powerless in his arms so he can move me as he pleases

[h0mebody-heaven]

Ohhh man it’s Yangyang day!!! Plsss just soft giggly sex with him it’d be so great like “babe I’m literally balls deep inside of you what’s so funny” “nothing! I’m just so happy I’m with you” ahhhhh 😩

Mornings with YangYang were good. Rolling over in bed (kicking a cat out because really, Leon?) and laying your cheek against his bare back.

You were grateful everyone else was gone. Just you and YangYang in the apartment, everyone else gone, not even in the same country as the two of you. It makes waking him up with morning sex so much easier when you know that Kun isn't about to come barging in (having forgotten that you'd been there last night when he'd gone to bed) and knowing that Ten isn't going to quietly sneak in to look for lost cat toys that one or the other of the cats is telepathically communicating to him that it wants.

It's just you and YangYang.

He sighs sleepily when you kiss across his shoulders, when you start leaving kisses on his neck.

"Yang," you whisper, moving so even more of you is draped across his back. You kiss his cheek. "YangYang." The corner of his mouth.

His lips twitch when you kiss him there too. A soft hm? and his eyebrows quirk, but his eyes are reluctant to open.

"I'm horny," you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Wake up and touch me."

YangYang just makes another sleepy mhmm, but he doesn't move. He doesn't open his eyes or kiss you back or touch you at all except where you're touching him.

You sigh. Sometimes it's difficult to get him up in the morning, and last night you know he was up late playing games after you fell asleep. You pull away from him, slumping back onto your half of the bed.

Just as you're considering getting up to go search for Leon since he at least will cuddle you, YangYang suddenly turns over, and he moves in to attack you with kisses.

But, unfortunately, it's early and he's less coordinated than he might usually be, so when he goes to cup your cheek with one hand, he accidentally hits your jaw. And then he knocks his head against the side of yours.

You cry out, but your cry quickly turns to laughter and YangYang laughs too, apologizing and pressing kisses to the side of your neck and your jaw and the rest of your face for good measure. "I'm sorry, baby," he laughs.

"You're not smooth, YangYang." You complain half-heartedly, teasing. "Make it up to me."

He agrees, scattering light kisses down your neck and you chest, down your belly. He kisses your thighs, hands gently pressing your legs apart to make room for his fingers to work you open. YangYang makes you melt into his mattress with his tongue and his touch, and your first orgasm of the day is thanks to his mouth.

You feel glowy and happy, kissing the taste of yourself from your boyfriend's mouth. He smiles when he kisses you, laughing when the brush of his fingers along your inner thighs makes you squirm and giggle, the ticklish feeling preceding the moment when he guides his cock inside you.

You don't speak, just trading moans and sighs, exchanging touches and looks. YangYang looks into your eyes as he rolls his hips forward, burying himself inside you, and you know that he's already worked himself up so much despite only having been awake at this point for half an hour.

And then you remember how gently you'd tried waking him up, how he'd responded by cracking his head against yours.

It's a bad time to laugh because at that moment YangYang had thrust in deep, and your laugh mixes with a moan, and the combined sound just makes you laugh again.

You bring your hands up to cover your mouth, and YangYang smiles, reaching down to grab your hands, pulling them away from your mouth as he says, "I'm literally balls deep inside you right now, baby, what's so funny?"

YangYang's skin is warm under your touch when you reach for him, a hand curling against his side and pulling him down over you.

He sighs, mouthing at your shoulder, laughing softly when you let out another louder-than-usual moan mixed with a laugh.

"I'm just happy," you tell him. YangYang lifts his mouth up to yours. "Just happy with you."

You love morning sex. The way that it's not too rough, too passionate. It's not about just the pleasure. It's about each other, feeling each other, enjoying each other, waking up and feeling like you're still dreaming because in the entire world it's only you and him.

YangYang drops his mouth back to your throat, and you sigh in delight at the sharp pinch of his teeth against your skin, the hot prickle as he starts to leave a mark.

Morning orgasms are the best. The way that it's just a slow rolling pleasure that builds and just keeps going as YangYang rolls his hips against yours, his lips on your throat, your hips rising from the bed to meet his thrusts until he's cumming too, gasping against your neck.

YangYang lets out a breathy laugh against your throat as he comes down. He brushes his lips over the dark lovebite he's surely left you with, kissing along the line of your shoulder.

He pulls out and settles down on his side right beside you, facing you with his head on his pillow, his arm slung over your belly.

You lift a hand up to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. You're smiling, enjoying the quiet and the peace right now. You don't get a lot of either of those when you're with YangYang, but right now it's here.

YangYang's lips twitch into a smile too, and his eyes close as he quietly requests, "Wake me up again in a little bit?"

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wayv and pda

pairing: wayv x gn!reader

cw: none

author's note: guess who's back from the dead! long story short i've been booked and busy, and since i started this blog purely to post if and when i have an idea and/or inspiration, i didn't want to push myself to put out just anything. i'll continue to write as motivation comes though, so please stick around 🫶

#kun

not really huge on pda. he prefers to keep intimacy for, well, intimate spaces, but still enjoys showing his affection for you to the level that says "this is my partner and i love them" without making any of the parties involved uncomfortable. that said, he prefers to do it with actions over touching, like opening the doors for you, walking on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, or helping you out of your outerwear, but linking your arms or wrapping his hand around your waist is also very welcome. he's extremely observant too, so he'll move your necklace if the clasp has shifted to the front, fix your hair or head accessories, or take care of an eyelash that fell on your cheek. bonus: not exactly pda unless someone else is in the car, but he will put a hand over your thigh when he's driving.

#ten

honestly couldn't care less. not that he doesn't show pda, he does, a lot, but he never does it on purpose. he'd just casually put a hand around your shoulders when you're walking, on your thigh when you're sitting down, or place his chin on your shoulder when you're waiting in line out of habit. he'd touch your arm or shoulder when he's talking and lightly slap your arm while laughing because it feels natural to him. he's mindlessly reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers when he's absorbed into telling a story, and give it a little squeeze when he's done and realizes it. most of those he would also do to his members or other close friends, but none of them would give him that familiar feeling in the stomach when reciprocating his affection like you do.

#winwin

not a fan, at all. not in front of strangers, not family, not the members. you'd have to take things slowly and look out for his reactions to get an idea of what he's okay with, or simply just sit him down and get it out of him. he will get shy and embarrassed, and that's the main reason for why he's not big on pda, but unless you plainly don't respect his boundaries he won't be uncomfortable to the point of getting annoyed either. he can handle a few teasing comments from his members and probably will gradually accommodate, but he still prefers when there's only one pair of eyes watching him. when it comes to holding hands, please link your pinky with his, for the sake of his heart (he also thinks it's cute).

#xiaojun

gets shy about pda but does it nevertheless. what can he say? he's whipped for you and he couldn't go an hour without a peck on your head, at the very least, and if someone happens to be in the same room at the time, then that's what the universe must have wanted. he's really just slightly less clingy in public than he is in private, and maybe will limit the amount of kisses according to who's there with you, but won't really complain about anything you initiate. will he blush all the way to the tips of his ears if anyone comments on his display of affection? yes. is he going to do it again in the span of the next thirty minutes? also yes. is he going to get over the shyness anytime soon? probably not.

#hendery

no amount of eyes can stop hendery from showering you with all the kisses and touches you deserve. he loves you and he's not afraid to show it - more than that, he might even get a slight ego boost from a stare or a teasing comment (to which he will respond with something along the lines of him being able to pull someone like you and make you embarrassed instead). he lives by the rule that if he can see you, he should be able to touch you and will sulk if you sit too far away for his liking. got past the stage where the members would tease him for pecking your lips by throwing shade back at them and now wouldn't even flinch if they walked into the room right into your make out session (which may or may not have happened).

#yangyang

he doesn't mind pda, but most of the time won't initiate it either. he's fine with more casual things like holding hands, hugging, or an occasional kiss on the cheek if that's something you're into, but he will get embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable if you do anything more without a warning, espacially in front of a bigger group of people. he has pretty strict boundaries in this matter but he's more than happy to communicate them to you and make sure he's aware of your own, as well as make sure that you don't feel pushed away. yangyang's also not a fan of showing affection in front of his members. he'll throw an arm around your shoulders when you're all watching a movie together if you've already been together for a while, but that's about it. you'll get all the cuddles and kisses in the world when you head to bed for the night though.

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for the prompt thing: hendery #5, 11 and 29 please and thank you!

hendery + “use me, sweetheart” + “taste so good, baby” + “you look so pretty like this”

"Hendery... what are you doing?" You ask, walking out of the bathroom to find your boyfriend lying naked with his head on a pillow at the foot of the bed. You've just had a long day at work, and after your shower, all you really want to do is get in bed and relax, maybe just fall asleep.

Hendery looks over at you. "Use me, sweetheart," he says simply, "You deserve a treat, don't you think? Working as hard as you do. I want you to use me to make yourself feel good."

Ah, of course. Sometimes Hendery likes it like this. Submissive and little more than a toy for you to use to get off. Usually he wants to be in charge, but once in a blue moon, he gets this need to let you take control of him. And tonight is apparently the night.

You consider turning down the offer. You really are tired.

But seeing him just lying there like that, waiting for you to use him is definitely doing something to you.

Hendery shifts to get comfortable when you climb onto the bed, kneeling beside him. His eyes flutter closed when you reach out to stroke his cheek, and when you move closer, straddling his chest with a knee on each side, he lets out a small breath.

"Gonna eat my pussy, Hen?" You ask, dragging your thumb along his bottom lip. His tongue traces the shadow of your touch. "Gonna let me sit on your face?"

Hendery hums.

As you lower yourself onto his face, you can feel Hendery's breath, feel his anticipation for the taste of you washing over his tongue. You stop just an inch above his lips, and you twist your fingers in his hair, and with a gentle tug, you pull his mouth up to you pussy.

He eagerly eats you up, licking at your pussy, sucking at your clit, stretching his long tongue inside you, flattening his tongue against your core for you to rub yourself against.

Hendery feeds off the sound of your small whimpers of pleasure, so attuned to you that as soon as your orgasm is rising up, rising faster, Hendery buries his face against you, his tongue in constant motion against your clit, your body riding his face until he feels like he's suffocating.

He wasn't really hard when you started, but fuck, as your orgasm races through you, he's like a man suffocated and drowned all at once, his cock is so hard, he think he could probably cum untouched. He thinks maybe he's gone to heaven when the taste of you spills on his tongue, but it's torture for him when you pull away, sitting above his chest before he's quite had his fill of you.

Hendery's still licking his lips, swallowing, looking a little wild and desperate in the eyes.

"Did you like that?" You ask him, wiping your thumb under his mouth before pressing the digit between his lips. Hendery eagerly sucks your thumb into his mouth, sucking and cleaning it.

"Taste so good, baby," he tells you when you pull your thumb free. "If you want to cum more, don't be afraid to take a seat again."

"Oh, but what about you?" You ask, reaching behind you to wrap your hand around his cock.

Hendery shakes his head. "All about you tonight. You get as many orgasms as you want, however you want. Like I said, use me."

So you do exactly that, moving back until you’re sitting in his thighs, so you can touch his straining cock and rub his tip teasingly between your pussy lips, paying special attention to your clit. Hendery bites his lip, bucking up into your touch, clearly wanting to be buried in your heat. You know if he was in charge right now, he’d pin you on your belly, arms twisted behind your back and held by his one hand, and he would be fucking you at such a brutal pace that your ass might bruise with the imprint of his hips.

But you’re in charge, free to use him, so you tease him.

When you sit up and then sit down on him, sinking down on Hendery’s erection slowly, you angle yourself just right to achieve the maximum amount of pleasure from riding him.

Hendery watches you through heavily lidded eyes as you bounce slowly on his cock, your hands rising to your tits, playing with your own nipples as you take your time sitting on his cock, slowly lifting yourself up his length before dropping quickly back down.

You look beautiful, he thinks. Larger than life, glowing and pleased and taking control of what you want; Hendery finds it very attractive. Like you’re a goddess and he’s the mere mortal that you’ve chosen.

After a few minutes of that, you switch up, dropping one hand from your chest to your clit, rubbing in sweet circles that make a warm tingle burst to life in your core, nurtured to a brighter flame when you finally start really riding your boyfriend. Hendery reaches out to touch your thighs and hips as you sink down and start fucking yourself on him while rubbing your clit and still teasing your nipple between your fingers on one hand.

The good feeling bubbles and spreads inside you, quicker and more powerful as you move faster with Hendery, as he’s now moving too, helping you to get there as he lifts his hips to meet your thrusts, and he brings one hand to your abandoned tit.

This time your orgasm lasts for ages. You stay seated on Hendery’s cock, slowly swiveling your hips, savoring the waves of pleasure lapping through you.

“You look so pretty like this,” Hendery tells you in a soft voice. “Freshly orgasmed, still filled with my cock.”

And that’s right, you realize, Hendery still hasn’t cum. You can feel another blissful orgasm, maybe edge yourself a little into the zone of overstimulation , and at the end you’ll let your boyfriend cum.

So you move off of him, slink back against the pillows at the head of the bed, and you crook a finger at him to signal him to join you.

As he rises to do so, you lift a foot to his chest, stopping him from coming all the way, and Hendery obediently pauses, smiling when you press your foot downwards against his shoulder. He lowers himself onto his belly, picking up on your desire, but he waits until he feels your fingers in his hair before he moves all the way forward to eat you out again.

Hendery pulls you apart with two more orgasms on his tongue and his fingers, and you’re starting to feel a little worn around the edges like one more orgasm might just make you unravel.

He clearly wouldn’t mind eating you out to another orgasm, as he’s already back to flicking his tongue against your clit while he grinds slowly against the bed, but you tug on his hair.

“Want you to fuck me. Use me now, Hen. Want you to make me cum on your cock, feel you cum too, baby.” You tug on his hair until he moves up your body, and for the first time all evening, you kiss him. Hendery’s lips taste like you, and you can tell they’re more sensitive, a pretty shade of red from being out to use against your kissy for so long. He moans into the kiss, and moans louder when he guides his cock inside you.

You half-expected him to take you hard and fast now, assuming he’d be desperate to cum after being hard for so long, after witnessing you have multiple orgasms at his expense.

But Hendery goes slow, busy kissing you softly, he thrusts into you deep and slow, taking his time to grind forward to stimulate your clit, and your knees curl up against his hips, hands sliding over his shoulders.

You’d spent the night fucking him, and now he just makes love to you.

This orgasm flutters through you, slowly growing from a breeze to a gale, until you’re crying out his name, clenching around him, wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep him close and deep inside you.

Hendery speeds up a bit then, not lasting much longer before he’s jerking backwards, pulling out of you, and cumming across your abdomen.

He collapses, scattering kisses over your shoulders, neck, chest, whatever he can reach with his lips, and you kiss together like that for a while in the afterglow, not minding the cum drying between your bellies, disregarding that you should probably get up and take another shower.

For now, you can stay like this, treated by your boyfriend and relaxed.

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could i please get number 24 with hendery? thank you 💚💚

“Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you come at least 3 times.” + hendery

As soon as you woke up, you found Hendery was already awake, quietly playing something on his Switch and not the slightest bit aware that you were awake until you slid closer and sat up in his lap.

“Good morning.” You lightly grind down on him, just wanting him to get the hint.

“Morning,” Hendery says without looking away from his game. You sigh and sit more firmly on him, and when he still doesn’t look up, you take it one step further and reach down to pull over your head the hem of his shirt that you’d slept in. You throw it in his face.

At last.

Hendery looks up, sees you with your sleep-mussed hair, your chest bare, you sitting there in his lap ready to have him inside you. He bites his lip, almost lowering the game until it makes a noise at him, and he groans. "Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you come at least 3 times.”

“Do you promise?” You roll your hips. Hendery nods.

You continue to sit there, growing bored and impatient as it turns out this level is taking him a lot longer than you would like. 

“Hendery?” You pout, shifting around in his lap. 

“I’m almost finished. Promise.” He looks up at you again, at the way you’ve lifted your hands to massage your chest, pinch your nipples. He can feel your arousal growing, and that makes his dick chub up in response and his fingers falter over the controls. “You’re distracting me,” he complains. “I just need another few minutes.”

Can you give him that? You’re not sure. You’re not feeling very patient this morning, and when another minute passes, you decide to take things into your own hands at last.

You grind on him, rubbing yourself against his erection because if he won’t pay you the attention you deserve, you’ll just have to take your pleasure until he finally puts down the silly game. You watch his face as you hump him, trying to find the moment when what you’re doing gets to him and he snaps. But he keeps playing his game, and you start whining for his attention.

He’s so hard, but he doesn’t show any sign of breaking.

You kneel up, giving yourself enough room to reach down and push his underwear down. Hendery’s cock looks so delicious when it lifts at your touch, tall and veiny, blushing so handsomely. If you didn’t fully intend to have him buried deep inside you, you would suck him off, but that didn’t align with your plans.

You run your fingers along his veins and then you drop your hips back down, teasingly rubbing over his cock, letting his tip dip against your entrance from time to time. 

Hendery bites his lip, still furiously trying to beat this level, still trying to pretend that what you’re doing isn’t affecting him.

“Hendery, I want you to fuck me,” you whine. You lean forward, your face right beside his hands and the game when you tell him, “I want your big cock to rearrange my guts.”

At last he closes his eyes, his expression conflicted, caught between pain and pleasure. His dick twitches between your legs. “Babe, I–”

You sit back on his cock, loving the sweet relief as his tip stretches you open and then the rest, pushing deeper inside you until you sit back fully on him. You lift up before dropping back down, grind against him and put your hands on his belly to steady yourself, a low moan flowing from your lips.

Hendery’s hold on the game falters, he lowers it a bit, giving himself a better view of you on his lap.

“I promise, just let me finish this level….”

You bounce on him a few times. “You’re so dedicated to that game. But I’m sitting right here, begging you to fuck me. You promised me three orgasms and I plan to have them. You can keep playing your game, though, don’t worry.”

And then you start properly riding him, arching backwards a bit, putting your hands on his thighs to give yourself the leverage to really fuck yourself onto his cock, to get him deep enough inside you that you swear he’s in your belly.

“Fuck,” Hendery groans, and he casts aside the game. His eyes are fixed on you, the way you move, your entrance swallowing in his cock. Instead of touching you, Hendery fingers his nipples, strokes his own chest. He curses again, choosing words from different languages, but stringing them all together in a way that you know means you’re doing good.

You ride him and watch him touch himself until your first orgasm has you shuddering on his cock, and then at last, he reaches forward and grabs your hips, keeping you moving on him even as your orgasm makes you weak. He holds you right where he wants you, and thrusts upward. Hendery’s thrusts are powerful, sending him right into your gut, just like you’d wanted all along.

“Babe, what’s it gonna take for you to cum again? I’m close.” He tells you.

“Touch me. Kiss me.” You slide a hand up his chest, and as you brush a finger around one of his nipples, Hendery does the same to you then pinches your nipple and draws you down against his chest, still holding onto your hip with one hand as he thrusts, rolling his hips. 

You lift your mouth to his, a hand behind his head to tilt his mouth just the way you want him.

You each cling to each other. His fingers twist your nipple, his cock driving into you, building that sweet pressure, and it’s not long before you’re unraveling again, gasping his name against his lips, and you just feel like your orgasm is flooding out of you, and when you open your eyes and sit up, you have covered Hendery’s lower abdomen, made such a mess that you feel embarrassed.

“So pretty,” Hendery puts a hand to your cheek. “Love when you make a mess like that. Come here, I wanna clean you up.”

He guides you off his cock, turns you around to move back up to his face, and when you’re hovering above his mouth, he yanks you down so he can eat you out. You sink forward, bending down to be able to put your mouth around his cock finally, licking at his tip, able to taste yourself on him, which is gross and good and irrelevant as you push down until you’re choking around him.

Hendery moans against you, licking into you, sucking at your sensitive skin in a way you’re sure is going to leave marks. 

You can’t help trying to get his tongue deeper inside you, humping against his lips, and his hands come up on either side of your ass to spread you wider apart for him. You bob your head on him moaning and choking and gagging and all of these feelings of your throat around him finally brings him to the edge.

“Oh, god, babe. Fuck, yeah, like that.” His hands fly down to press against the back of your head, keeping your lips wrapped around his base as he paints the back of your throat with his cum. You touch his balls, massaging them while his cock twitches, spilling more and more for you to swallow down. 

You make an awful choking noise as you pull up off him, but Hendery moans again, loving every bit of it. He strokes your hair as you lay your head against his hip, and then his mouth is back on you, kissing, giving little sweet licks that have you wiggling back on his face.

He smiles and keeps stroking your hair as he eats you out, the little sounds of pleasure you make fill the room.

This time, the orgasm begins as a tingle and swells bigger and bigger, a gently cresting orgasm that still blows your mind, stretching out so nicely as Hendery doesn’t let up until your legs clench on either side of his head and you’ve once again felt the pleasure spurting out of you, coating his chin and neck.

“That was so hot.” Hendery says as he lifts your leg over his head, rolling you onto your back. He moves around, coming down the bed to lay his head beside yours. “Love you so much. I’m sorry about the game, I just really wanted to finish it. I’m sorry.” 

He apologizes with a kiss, and you wrinkle your nose at the taste of yourself on his lips. 

It’s only then as you slowly kiss him and come down from your orgasm that you realize the faint, tinny sound of video game music. You twist away from the kiss and find that his Switch is still on, showing a Pause screen. You stretch out your hand for it and bring it up between the pair of you. 

“How do you play this game anyway? Show me?” You pass it back over to Hendery, and he kisses you on the forehead and wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest as he resumes playing, murmuring the instructions in your ear, cuddling you close.

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13 + 22 with hendery 🫶🫶

hendery + ‘touch yourself’ + ‘show me how much you need me’

w/c: 435

a/c: thank u for requesting hendery hehe, there’s another similar request but im gonna do both because that man does things to me…

tags: female reader, biting/marking, masturbation (f)

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sex with hendery is a roulette. when he motions you to sit in his lap, back against his bare chest, you know you’ll end up setting your book down eventually. his mood determines what for: whether he’ll be fucking you into the mattress, whether he’ll beg you to sit on his face, whether he’ll demand you make him cum before he even touches you.

“just relax, doll.”

soon enough, he’s pushing your hair to one side. his lips press delicately against your neck, lingering, as if he’s warning you before his teeth sink into your soft flesh. you hum contentedly and turn the page. he likes when you ignore him, sometimes.

he gets harder to ignore as he trails marks down your neck, tugging at the neckline of your shirt to access your collarbone. he wraps his arms around you, slides his hands under the fabric, cups your chest. you sigh as he starts groping you, fully aware of how sensitive you are there.

“hendery,” you whine, finally setting your book to the side, parting your legs to reveal the dampened fabric between them. “please, touch me…”

“touch yourself,” he mutters into your neck, softly twisting your nipples, “im busy.”

“is that a challenge?” you turn your head to face him. he takes your hand and raises it to his mouth, eyes closed as he sucks on your fingers, coating them in saliva. you watch breathlessly, aching, whining as he works his tongue around your digits. he lightly bites at your fingertips before releasing them with a smirk.

“go right ahead, angel.”

you reach down and spread your folds. he presses kisses over the marks on your neck while you work the two coated fingers into your wet cunt. his hands find your hips, pulling you closer against him. he presses his chin against your shoulder, big eyes focussed on your thrusting fingers.

“fuck, hendery…” you gasp.

“that’s it, say my name just like that.”

you whimper, thumbing circles around your clit, growing more and more sensitive. he slides a hand down your body, gripping your thigh. you feel his cock stiffening against your back, the aching between your legs unbearable.

“come on, pretty girl” he coos as you tense. “show me how much you need me.”

“getting close,” your moans get higher, more desperate, “so close, hendery-“

“yeah? you’re gonna cum?”

you scrunch your eyes shut and nod as the pleasure shudders through you, head lolled back against his shoulder. his fingers draw little hearts on your thighs as you come down.

“good girl.” he grins, turning you to face him. “ready for round two?”

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