#Hendery Imagine

[hencheri]

— moviestars

▸ 18+ mdni.

mark and hendery think you’d be the perfect candidate for their homemade adult movie.

| pairing. pornstar!mark x fem!reader x pornstar!hendery

| warnings. cnc to noncon, alcohol consumption, consensual filming, pervs!markdery, anal sex, manipulation, mark & hendery are really not good people.

| wc. 3k

⤷ part of my 1k event.

the bright white lights around the mirror illuminate hendery’s face and lets you see all of its details, like the small scar on his cheek and the mole on his bottom lip. his eyes are looking down at his phone as you brush his eyebrows into shape and you dip the other end of the brush into the deep brown paint spread on the back of your hand. you use the sculpted bristles to fill in his brows and pull away after to see how it looks.

it’s perfect as usual. you really can’t mess up the makeup because hendery always looks good. it’s like painting over someone else’s work that really doesn’t need much touch up. 

you turn around to your makeup station, searching through your supplies for hendery’s right shade of concealer. you know you have it close since you often paint his face. 

just as you’ve found it, you jump in surprise at the feel of a hand on your naked thigh, fingers going under your skirt. you turn around almost instantly, making the hand slip away and locking eyes with the man sitting in front of you. 

he smirks at the sight of your startled expression, frowned eyebrows and big eyes staring back at him. “sorry,” he chuckles, “sometimes it moves on its own…” 

you’re not sure how to respond to that. he’s always so blunt and shameless, you shouldn’t be surprised. you can’t count the number of times you’ve caught him undressing you with his eyes, grinning teasingly when he realizes you’ve noticed. 

but what else can you expect from a man who does porn for a living? 

you’ve gotten used to it at this point, but his hand on you… was unexpected. 

you say nothing and go back to doing his makeup. you pour a little bit of concealer on your hand again, dabbing the sponge into it and applying it around his jaw, hiding the dark spots where his beard grows. 

“can you look up?” you ask, waiting for him to do it, but he doesn’t. you repeat yourself in case he didn’t hear, but again, he doesn’t move. 

you gulp down, instead stepping closer and tilting his chin up yourself. he doesn’t protest and lets you work down his neck. your breath itches when you feel his fingers sneaking between your legs again, traveling up under the hem of your skirt. it’s enough for your body to heat up entirely, cheeks burning and hands becoming sweaty. 

he almost reaches your core, but a loud voice approaching makes him stop, the tips of his fingers lingering on the inner of your thigh until reluctantly going away. 

you finally let out the breath you were holding, looking up from hendery’s face to see mark sitting down on the armrest of the chair beside your station. hendery turns his head to him, a big smile forming on his lips as he greets mark. you use the opportunity to change products, now looking for the highlighter. 

“took you long enough,” hendery says, “what happened this time? your hook-up didn’t want to leave again?”

you hear mark’s laughter at his question, and you turn around just as he notices your presence, gaze briefly landing on you, yet taking all of you in before fitting his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“nah,” he lightly laughs, “i just slept through my alarm.”

“lazy fuck.”

you have to get closer to reach hendery’s face, leaning down to trace the tip of his nose, but he really doesn’t make the task easy as he keeps talking to mark. you muffle down a gasp when his palm grabs your thigh once again. even though he tries to hide it, he’s clearly not discreet enough because mark notices, nodding along to what hendery says as he watches his fingers touching your skin, his thumb gently running over your flesh.

he doesn’t comment on it and you can only imagine what he’d do to you as well if you weren’t surrounded by the filming crew. 

“i have pretty disappointing news, though,” mark announces, replacing his hair under his backwards cap. “you know the girl we had for our movie?” hendery hums, telling him to continue, “well, she canceled on us.”

his face flies the other way, your brush leaving his cheek abruptly. you straighten your back as you feel his hand grabbing you tighter, fingers digging into you. 

“are you kidding? at the last minute?” hendery groans, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i know, i’m pissed, too,” mark sighs, “she said it was too intense. didn’t match her image or whatever.”

“bullshit. she takes cock in her ass every fucking day and this is too intense?”

“i told her the same thing and she cursed me out before hanging up,” mark snickers, a smirk you really don’t like playing on his lips. 

hendery scoffs and rolls his eyes. “what do we do now?” he asks, slumping back down in the chair. 

you resume his makeup, minding your business until the burning gazes on you become too much to ignore. 

“why not her?” mark suggests, gesturing to you with a nod of his head. 

a crease appears between your brows, swallowing down the lump in your throat. you look between both men, confused and speechless. 

“... me?” you utter in a small voice. 

“have you ever filmed anything before?”

“no, of course not.” you shake your head from side to side, uncomfortable and embarrassed at the idea of doing anything close to what they do. 

“an amateur… that’d be perfect,” hendery chides in. “that wide-eyed, virgin look…”

he suddenly cups your clothed pussy under your skirt and you flinch at the contact, accidentally knocking your hip into the vanity behind you. he grins like his words have just been confirmed. 

“i can already imagine it,” mark smirks, eyeing you up and down painfully slowly. “you’ve seen us act, right, baby? you know how it goes. you’re not a complete stranger to this,” he says like you’ve already agreed to whatever they’re talking about. 

“i’m not- i don’t think… i’m suited for that,” you answer in an uneasy voice. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, looking at mark with eyes that just scream how uncomfortable you are, but he doesn’t notice—doesn’t care, or maybe even likes it. 

“on the contrary, i think you were made for it…” he flirts, the corners of his mouth still tugging upward into a malicious smile. “you’re cute—so goddamn cute—and virginal.” he sees your frown deepening and he’s quick to rectify himself. “it’s a compliment! see, a girl like you is just… perfect for porn. especially the one we wanna do.”

hendery nods at mark’s words. “it’d be only us, no director, no anything. a movie made for our paying subscribers.”

you don’t see why you’d ever accept. sure, the privacy of it is reassuring—in a sense—but it’s still porn, however it’s made. 

you know they both have onlyfans where they post more personal stuff. every actor has one nowadays, it earns an extra amount of money that is non-negligible. fans are always eager for pictures and solo videos, something that makes them feel like the creator is really addressing them. they want to feel close and desired. 

you once looked up their accounts. only free content was available to you, but from what you’ve seen, it’s really different from the high produced porn videos. totally different. 

you remember a specific picture of hendery shirtless in bed, a silver necklace around his neck, the white bed sheets contrasting well with his skin. the caption was a simple ‘good morning’ and it seemed enough for his subscribers to go crazy. 

mark’s account was more modest, a lot of pictures that were dressed, but still nonetheless very suggestive. you’re pretty sure, though, that the blurred posts were really explicit.

“what kind of movie… is it?” 

they both smile at your question like they know you’re half-convinced. 

“consensual non-consent,” mark responds. your eyes widen and he gives you more explanation, not wanting you to back out already when they’re half-way into making you accept. “it’s all an act. a scene, you know? everything’s planned out and… we’re just gonna fuck.”

“and you’ll be paid. generously,” hendery adds, winking at you. “it’s nothing we’ve never filmed before. i’m sure you’ve seen us do worse,” he smirks. 

it’s true you’ve watched them act a couple of times and you’ve found yourself surprised at what was happening in front of you. you’ve seen it all—chains, leashes, collars, dildos, paddles… and it wasn’t rare that the actress was crying or screaming. 

and you wouldn’t say no to money. especially if the amount is higher than your pay as a makeup artist on porno sets, which is just enough to pay your bills and groceries each month. 

—-

the couch creaks under you, shifting in your seat as you play with the hem of your skirt. mark’s place is less spacious than you’d have thought, but it’s still beautiful and organized. 

the yellow light beside the couch gives the living room a cozy ambience and it’s really welcoming. normally, you think you would’ve felt comfortable, but the circumstances, the heavy implications of tonight’s activities, make you very nervous. and scared.

you should leave, tell them you don’t want to do this anymore, that it was a mistake. but as you watch mark putting the camera in place, just in front of the couch you’re sitting on, you don’t find the words, nor the courage. 

hendery’s drinking a beer of a brand you’ve never heard of before, and seeing how your hands shake so much, you reach for your own on the coffee table. you take a quick sip, wincing as it burns your throat, and you take another one, the sweet taste of chocolate convincing you. 

hendery watches you with a grin, taking a seat beside you, draping his arm behind your shoulders. “nervous?” he asks and you nod. “don’t be. it’s just you, me, and… mark,” he laughs through his nose, his cheekbones prominent as he smiles. 

he scoots closer, his entire thigh stuck to yours, his mouth just beside your ear. “we’re gonna fuck and have fun, that’s all, baby,” he says, his tone raspy and sultry, his breath making your babyhairs fly around. 

“i know,” you whisper back just as mark turns around, the camera set up and ready to film. you watch him walking up to the couch, stopping in front of you. “my safeword… you remember it?” you look up at mark then hendery, and the moment they take to respond to you feels too long to be considered reassuring. 

“‘course, don’t worry about that,” mark smiles. “finish it up,” he demands, talking about the glass in your hands. 

you drink it all, wincing once again and coughing to get the bitter aftertaste away. you hand the empty glass to him and hendery does the same, mark disappearing into the kitchen. when he comes back, it’s like the mood has entirely shifted, tension in the air. 

he goes behind the camera, his thumb hovering over the recording button. “1, 2, 3… and it’s on,” he announces, and you understand he isn’t joining you right away as he stays there, looking through the screen. 

your heartbeat immediately picks up when hendery’s hand lays on your thigh, your tights the only thing separating his skin from touching yours. he palms your flesh, and you softly gasp when he kisses your neck, biting and licking a specific spot. you think it starts surprisingly slow, but it doesn’t last long and he uses both of his hands to unbutton your jean skirt. 

once the zipper is down, he hooks two fingers on each side of your hips into your skirt and tights. he pulls on them and you remember which role you’re supposed to play when you meet mark’s gaze. 

you grab hendery’s wrists, meaning to make him stop, but he ignores you and keeps pulling. “n-no,” you stress out, squirming around to try and make him give up. 

he then slaps your hands away, finally getting it off of your legs. the sound of your clothes hitting the floor makes you swallow, the nervosity coming back to you. there’s this pleasant feeling, though, at the bottom of your stomach that lets you know you’re very clearly aroused right now. 

“stop fighting me, will you? if i want you, i'm gonna take you. if i want my hands on you, that's where they're gonna be."

hendery's fingers pull your panties to the side, touching your bare pussy right away, feeling your wetness stick to his digits. you gasp at the contact, trying to push him away once again.

he grunts disapprovingly, taking a hold of your jaw and making you look into his eyes. "you don't want to understand, do you?" he hisses through his teeth. "we can do anything that we want to you, whenever and wherever we want."

you frown, glancing in front of you one second before looking back at hendery. “we?” you question, feigning ignorance. 

he chuckles at that, his fingers exploring your folds, his other hand still holding your chin tightly. he licks his lips, his tongue peeking out, and you can see how dilated his pupils are. 

“thought it’d only be me, hm?” he smirks, thrilled at the sight of your glossy eyes. “oh, how naive you are…”

that’s when mark decides to walk into the frame and you recoil into the couch, involuntarily leaning into hendery. your face now free, you stare at mark worryingly, feeling the other man’s breath on your neck. 

you almost scream when mark takes a hold of your ankles, dragging you across the couch, your head perched up on hendery’s thigh. your panties are fast removed, joining your skirt and tights on the floor. your top is also discarded, leaving you completely bare under the eyes of two hungry men. 

“you really thought you’d keep all of this away from us?” mark says while fitting himself between your legs, his hands pinning your hips down to the couch. 

“stop, please,” you whine, “i don’t like this. i really don’t like this…�� you’d believe yourself if it wasn’t for your burning cheeks and glistening folds. and the fact that this is all staged. 

hendery closes his hand around your neck, peering down at you from where he is. your eyes meet his and you feel a chill running down your spine at how serious he looks—almost emotionless. 

“this isn’t for you to decide. you should know by now that the more you cry, the more it’s gonna hurt.”

you gulp. will it really? 

you shut up after that, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves down. it’s not real, you’re just going to have sex. you have a safeword and you know it’s there to stop whatever you don’t like. 

“hold her for me.” you hear mark ask hendery and you sense him moving, sitting on his knees. he pulls you up by your armpits, locking your arms under you after. mark undoes the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down and the sound makes you curl your toes. “ready?” he grins and he’s even more satisfied upon seeing you shake your head. 

he pulls his jeans down to his mid-thighs, fingers clasping around your hips as he aligns himself with your entrance, pushing in without waiting another second. you don’t even have time to be embarrassed at the squelching noises, already overwhelmed by the intrusion of mark’s cock inside of you, stretching you out to his size. 

you have a hard time staying in character, the pleasure clear on your face and in the sounds you make. mark fucks like a pornstar indeed—going fast and deep, pushing your legs over your stomach to be sure you feel him all the way in, even into your guts. 

“shit- so fucking tight,” mark hisses, “you’re a little liar, aren’t you, huh? you like this so much.”

you squeak at a particular hard thrust, your body colliding with hendery behind you. you want to say you don’t, that you hate it, but you can’t form any words. 

“fuck, i want my turn, too.”

you’re back to earth when mark pulls out of you. 

“try her ass,” mark suggests and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets as you hear this. 

mark and hendery exchange places and you watch them totally freaked out, wondering if it’s really happening. you now realize you haven’t discussed any boundaries and you find yourself so stupid for not having thought about it. why didn’t they bring it up, though?

“no, no, stop-” you say in a slightly more raised voice, trying to get away, but mark hold you in place. “i don’t- i don’t agree to this!” 

they don’t listen to you; hendery removes his t-shirt and pushes down both his sweats and boxers, counting on mark for not letting you go away, crossing your arms behind your back. you kick your legs, but hendery brings them together, bending them over your stomach. you’re unable to move, and every little shake or squirm of your body is useless. 

your safeword. you have to use it, they probably think you’re pretending. 

“red! please, hendery. red, i want it to end-” 

your voice is suddenly muffled, mark’s hand covering your mouth. you feel the tears falling from your eyes, rolling down the side of your face. what are they doing? you said your safeword, they have to stop. 

you yell against mark’s palm when hendery sinks into your ass, using your wetness as lube, but it’s silly to think it’s going to make it any easier. you know it doesn’t—it’s burning, the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your life. 

you’re sobbing now, your chest heaving at each one of your cries. you shake your head from side to side, your spit smearing all over mark’s hand, but he doesn’t care, keeping your mouth hidden. 

as you see desire in hendery’s eyes, like he’s never been more turned on before, you understand this wasn’t an act. from the moment they proposed it to you, they knew how it’d end.

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Until Now

Word Count: 478 Summary:Until he saw you laughing with someone else, your hand resting on their arm in a way that should’ve been his. Pairing: Hendery X Reader

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Hendery had always been the easygoing one—the friend everyone could count on for a laugh, the guy who never stepped on anyone’s toes. He was the nice one, the one who listened to all your problems, the one who smiled even when his heart ached. And for the longest time, that had been fine. It was just who he was.

Until now.

Until he saw you laughing with someone else, your hand resting on their arm in a way that should’ve been his.

His stomach twisted. He should’ve been happy for you, right? That’s what the nice guy does. He smiles, he nods, he convinces himself that this was how things were meant to be.

But tonight, he didn’t feel like playing that role.

“Hey.” His voice was steady as he walked up to you, even though his pulse was anything but. You turned to him, eyes bright like they always were when you saw him, and for a second, he almost chickened out. Almost let you slip away.

But then the other guy—someone he barely knew, someone who didn’t know you like he did—put a hand on your waist, and suddenly, the words came easier.

“Can I steal you for a minute?” Hendery asked, forcing himself to meet your eyes instead of the confused look the guy beside you shot him.

You blinked, clearly surprised, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

He led you a few steps away, just enough that he didn’t have to see that guy in his peripheral vision anymore. His heart was racing. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He had never done this. But he was done being the one who always stepped aside.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at you—really looked at you—and finally said the words he should’ve said a long time ago.

“I like you.” His voice was quiet, but firm. “And I don’t wanna just stand around and watch someone else get to be with you.”

Your lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across your face. “Hendery…”

“I know I should’ve said something sooner,” he rushed on, afraid that if he let you speak, you’d tell him it was too late. “But I didn’t. And that’s on me. I just… I need you to know. Because if there’s even the smallest chance you feel the same way, I don’t wanna let this slip through my fingers.”

The silence stretched between you, thick with something he couldn’t name. Then, slowly, you smiled.

“I was waiting for you to say something,” you admitted, and his breath caught. “I just didn’t think you ever would.”

His heart slammed against his ribs. “So does that mean…?”

You rolled your eyes, but it was fond, amused. “It means yes, you idiot.”

And just like that, for the first time in his life, Hendery was glad he finally broke the rules.

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✨Pairing: Hendery x gn!reader ✨Chapter 4. You and your friends spend some time together at an Italian restaurant before they encourage you to go talk to Dejun about Hendery. ✨Genre: Flowershop au x coffeeshop au, romance, fluff, slight angst in future chapters ✨Word Count: 4.6k ✨Tag list: ☀️Authors Note: Chapter 4 is finally here! I want to personally thank the sweet anon who sent an ask about this series! Thank you it meant a lot and made me focus even more on writing this chapter just for you!💕 It took me longer than I would have liked but now it's here! Hope you enjoy it🥰

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It had been weird the past weeks, Hendery would come in from time to time to the flower shop and you’d always make sure to be busy somewhere in the store when he did while sneaking glances at him. He was so beautiful and he was so much more smiley than he had been before and Sicheng had told you he had asked about flowers, specifically flowers that you could gift someone you had to apologize to and show that you do care about them. 

It made you wonder if Hendery had someone special in his life or perhaps someone he had feelings for the same way you had feelings for him. A tiny part of you hoped that it was you he was talking about but the more rational side of you had decided that that would simply be impossible. Especially with the way he had been acting lately.

You glanced out of the shop whilst lost in your thoughts. The sun was high up in the sky and shining brightly, it was beautiful and feeling the warmth on your face through the window was enjoyable. You closed your eyes, just enjoying this moment for a while. The rays were lightly fluttering over your face and upper body, it brought out a content sigh. For a little while you just enjoyed the peace that came with this moment. 

Being able to shush the tormenting thoughts fluttering around in your head, going from general worries to the thoughts of Hendery having a special someone. You tried telling yourself that it was okay if he had someone in his life, you’d be happy for him for finding his own happiness. After all everyone deserved to find the person who brings them happiness in their life but for some reason a part of you were incredibly sad at the possibility of Hendery having found his person.

Perhaps it was because you had hoped it would have been you, just like you had hoped he would be the one for you. 

That was only wishful thinking in the end you had concluded before letting out a sigh forcing yourself to break away from your daydreaming and come back to reality. 

”Hey Y/n, wanna go out for lunch together? I was thinking of closing the shop between 12-13 so we can just go somewhere else to enjoy lunch? All three of us?” Sicheng asks leaning on the counter with a smile.

You took note of his newly bleached hair, instead of its usual brown locks it was now a blonde almost white color and it reminded you of Lillies of the Valley flowers. A dainty but very beautiful flower which suited Sicheng a lot. 

”Y/n?”

”You’ve bleached your hair.” You noted and he nodded shyly.

”Do you like it? I’m not sure if it fits me.” He tells you looking up at a lock of hair that had fallen between his eyes.

”It suits you a lot, you’re beautiful like this, I mean you’re always beautiful and you know that but this color and style really suits you.” You tell him before instinctively reaching up to card your hand through his hair.

”Thank you, it makes me glad to hear. Ten made several noises before complimenting me so I wasn’t sure if it was good or not.” He says as he leans forward enjoying your hand carding through his hair.

”Hey those were noises of surprise and approval!” Could be heard further down the store before Ten made his presence known by carrying the biggest cactus you had ever seen.

”Be careful with that, you might hurt yourself!” You tell him worried to which he just lets out a tsk before letting you know he knows exactly what he is doing and you don’t have to worry your pretty little head.

”Be nice to them Tennie.” Sicheng says rolling his eyes at Tens antics as he plays around with the cactus to show how well he knows what he’s doing.

”If you get hurt I won’t be helping you.” 

”Ouch Sicheng you wound my heart.” Ten fake cries making a mocking crying face before dodging a package of energy booster for the plant which had been aimed at his head.

”Hahaha you missed!”

”Stay still and I won’t miss!” 

The two bicker back and forth and it causes you to laugh quietly at them. They truly were like cats and dogs sometimes and it was funny seeing how they could go from arguing to clinging to each other in a heartbeat.

”You two are ridiculous you know that right?” You chuckle and Ten once again rolls his eyes fondly with a smile and Sicheng just smiles at you.

”Not as ridiculous as you can be babe.” Ten shoots back at you.

”Well at least I’m not dancing around with a giant cactus.” You say, still a part of you worried that he will hurt himself.

”Okay so back to my question, do you want to go eat lunch with us?” Sicheng asks curiously.

You think about the offer for a while before deciding that it would be nice going somewhere else and focus on your friends and the nice weather rather than allowing your thoughts to run wild, besides, you deserved to treat yourself to some nice food and a longer break than normal after all the hard work you’ve been putting into the shop.

”Sure, why not? I think I need a break from the shop for a bit longer so we can just enjoy ourselves. Do you have any plan on where to go?” You wonder and both of your friends light up at the mention that you’ll go with them.

”There’s this place further downtown which we could go to! They got amazing Italian food and some really nice drinks if you want a cocktail or perhaps a mocktail.” Sicheng says as he hurries behind the counter and takes out the sign he had already prepared for this occasion.

Sicheng was sweet like that. He was a hard worker and always wanted what was best for everyone. One time he decided that it was important to close the shop earlier so you three could go out and do some fun activities together as team bonding which meant you three ended up one time doing pottery, going to a wine and paint evening, once even making your own perfumes. He just enjoyed doing activities and making sure both you and Ten knew that while the shop was important, you who worked at the shop were equally important if not even more important in his eyes.

He props up the sign towards the door and then shifts so the other sign says closed as he turns around beaming at the two of you. ”It takes a while to get there so we should leave now! I already have a table booked for us!” 

”So you wouldn’t have taken a no for an answer regarding this?” Ten teases and you can see that Ten loves this side of Sicheng, this side who is a bit more bold and knows what he wants.

”Perhaps I wouldn’t have taken a no.” Sicheng states ”It was a long time ago since we last had our team building lunch together! It’s important to do it while we work because even if we spend loads of time together off work it’s not exactly the same. I gotta take care of my coworkers after all, otherwise I’d be a horrible boss.”

”Sicheng you could never be a horrible boss not even if you tried.” You tell him as you stand up, ready to get your coat so you can leave for lunch.

”Yeah you don’t really got a mean bone in your body and if you do it’s like the tiniest bone ever. But don’t worry that’s just one of the many reasons as to why I love you so much.” Ten says, bringing him in for a side hug and giving him a quick kiss to the cheek much to Sichengs dismay.

”Ugh disgusting…” Sicheng says before muttering ”Do it again.” 

Ten laughs loudly at that before giving in and giving Sichengs cheek another kiss whilst muttering that he is too cute for his own good.

After that the three of you walk out of the shop, Sicheng making sure to lock it before he takes charge and starts leading you down the street, into the bustling city. It takes a while for you guys to reach the restaurant, it’s a quaint little Italian restaurant with beautiful decor and you can’t help but marvel at it all. You even bring out your phone to snap some pictures of it all which isn’t something you usually do but today it just felt right.

”Hello and welcome, do you perhaps have a reservation?” The waiter asked as your little group was spotted.

”Hello, yes I have a reservation under the name Dong Sicheng for three people.” Sicheng tells the man and after confirming the reservation they are lead further into the restaurant before they get seated into a booth near the windows, gracing them the view of the pretty outside.

”I will let you three ponder over the menu for a while before I come back to check if you’re ready to order. If you need me before I come by just wave me down and I will come to help you.” The waiter says kindly after giving all of you your menus before he saunters away to another table to help them with their requests.

”I wonder what I should pick for lunch.” You say already flipping through the menu, eyes gliding over all the different options they have lined up.

”I think I will be going for a pizza today.” Ten says, his eyes sparkling under the light as he seems to have already decided on which pizza he wants. ”But what I will drink I haven’t decided yet.” He adds as he flips to the drink section.

”I’m having spaghetti bolognese and just a simple lemon ice tea.” Sicheng says as he closes his menu.

”Arghh I don’t know what to choose.” You grumble trying to figure out what you want. ”Should I get soup? Or perhaps pasta? This pesto pasta with burrata seems really nice.” You chew on your lip as you try to decide until you end up with the pesto pasta as your choice for lunch.

”The pesto pasta is really good, it’s one of their standout dishes.” Your friend informs you and that makes you pleased with your choice. 

The three of you sit and chat for a while after ordering your food and drinks, just enjoying each other's presence.

”So how’s it going between you and Hendery?” Ten asks as he sips on his drink causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

”What do you mean by that?” You ask.

”Have you tried speaking to him after the last time you saw him?” He asks with knowing eyes.

”I haven’t. He clearly doesn’t want me around so why should I be near him.” You say.

”Because you like him and I can’t help but wonder if he really meant to be rude to you or not, that’s all.” He says before adding ”But if you don’t feel like seeing or talking to him anymore you don’t have to.”

”Ten.” Sicheng says in that tone that indicates that you guys shouldn’t talk about this anymore.

”Sorry I didn’t mean to step on anyones toes but I don’t know I think it would be good to actually find out if he meant what he did towards Y/n or if he perhaps was just annoyed a customer was there and in the way. You know that we all can get annoyed at customers sometimes when they interrupt our conversations with someone else.”

”I know Ten, I just… I don’t know, I want to talk to him but the idea of walking up and asking him about it makes me feel so much worry because what if he actually says he doesn’t like me or don’t want to see me around? I’m not so sure I could handle that. Like even if he wouldn’t like me the way I like him I still want him to like me so that we could perhaps become friends If it didn’t lead any further than that.” You confess and your friends look at you with kind and understanding eyes.

”First of all you haven’t done anything to warrant him not liking you in a friendly way. You’ve been kind towards him and the others at the cafe and have never given them a chance to think otherwise. You’re a kind person Y/n despite what you might think, you’re loving and kind and you are deserving of love and kindness back. Second of all if you feel like talking to Hendery is too much of a daunting task you could always talk to Kun, you might not know him that well but he is kind and gentle and I know he’d help you out.” Sicheng says with a gentle tone as he looks at you with sincere eyes.

Something in the way he and Ten looks and talk to you make tears well up in your eyes. Overwhelmed by the kindness you get every single day from your friends.

”Or maybe you could talk to Dejun. You’re close with him and I’m sure he knows what Hendery thinks. They’re close and he wouldn’t go telling anyone what you’ve told him if you talk to him.” Ten suggests with a small smile.

”I really don’t deserve you guys.” You mumble fighting off the tears.

”Oh but you do sweetheart.” 

”I think I might talk to Dejun. He’s kind and I know he wouldn’t judge me.” You say quietly and the other two nods, happy with that you won’t give up despite the worries that plague your mind from time to time.

”Here’s your food, I hope you enjoy it.” Your waiter says as he places everyones food down at the table and you can’t help but chuckle at the thought of how waiters always manages to come to tables when something is going on which can make it a bit awkward. 

”Thank you so much.” The three of you thank the waiter before he leaves.

”This looks so good.” You say eyeing everyones food.

”Nobody eat anything!! I need to take a picture!” Ten says as he fishes up his phone from his pocket. He stands up to get the perfect angle for the picture and Sicheng groans about how he only wanted to eat his food because he’s hungry.

”Come on Ten let me eat!”

”You’ll live a few more seconds without eating the food Sicheng! I need my perfect picture for my instagram.” Ten fires back and you snort at the offended face Sicheng has as he looks on at Ten taking what feels like a million pictures before he’s satisfied.

”There! Now all I need is a picture of the three of us enjoying this!” He holds up the phone in selfie mode and tells you both to squeeze inside so everyone is visible.

”Say cheeesseee!” He says with a big grin and you grin broadly saying the word as you lean towards Sicheng.

”There! Now I got the perfect picture to print out and add to my wall of pictures of us!” Ten says fondly.

”You’ve really kept every single picture of us?”

”Yeah, they make me so incredibly happy when I see them and I cherish every single memory we have together.” He tells the two of you causing you to smile wider at the notion of your best friend cherishing you both so much.

”Yeah I still save all the trinkets you two have gifted me over the years. I still got the random rock and pinecone you gave me Y/n during our first years together as friends.” Sicheng admits.

”You still got those?! Sicheng oh my god you didn’t have to keep them.” You groan and he just laughs. ”Why not? They’re cute things you saw and thought of me before you gifted them to me! They’re precious!” 

”Ugh you both are too precious for me and my heart to handle.” You dramatically grab your heart and they laugh.

The lunch continues with laughter and teasing remarks towards each other. You reminisce of the years that had flown by and how far you three had come since becoming friends for the first time. You talked about your last movie night which had consisted of watching Aliens and then to please Sicheng you had also watched Jurassic Park much to your dismay and his delight.

”No but I love the way no one listens to her and she is then the only one who actually survives the whole alien attack and gets the bastard killed!” You say as you enjoy your pasta.

”That alien is scary like the special effects they used were really good, I couldn’t sleep without my lamps on that night.” Sicheng groans and you two laugh at him.

”Awwwee you should have called me and I would have kept you company!” You say nudging his side. 

”I’m an adult I should be able to handle sleeping by myself after a scary movie.” He pouts and you shrug.

”Sometimes adults gets scared as well. The offer still stands if you ever feel like you need to be with someone after a scary movie.” You tell him earnestly to which he leans in nuzzling into your side with appreciation.

”Thank you, it means a lot hearing that.” 

After that the three of you decides that one dessert is enough to share before heading back to the shop. You’ve extended your break a bit longer than intended and after you all had finished the lemon ice cream you had paid and left to go back to work. The walk back was enjoyable, the sun was high up on the sky and not a cloud was in sight. The sky was a brilliant blue and it was enjoyable walking through the bustling city and seeing everyone walking around enjoying the nice weather. You spotted several people just being outside standing in spots where the sun would hit all of them and soaking up the warmth.

It made you smile. It was cute how people would head out just to enjoy the sun and the warmth it shared and you honestly were doing the same as you walked. Linking arms with Ten so you could close your eyes from time to time and enjoy it without having to fear that you would accidentally walk into something or someone and get hurt. Ten wouldn’t lead you astray.

”I’m going to have a meeting today when we get back via zoom with a potential partner for the shop so I need some alone time then.” Sicheng informs the two of you as you get closer to the shop.

”Sure, I’ll make sure no one bothers you during that time.” Ten nods, knowing how serious these meetings are for the shop. Since it’s a small independently owned business it is needed to find partners or people who are willing to work together with you so more people can find out about the quaint little flower shop.

”Thank you Tennie.”

”If it’s okay with you guys I would like to go and speak with Dejun immediately before I change my mind and don’t do it.” You ask and both of them nod encouragingly at that.

”Don’t think about time when you speak with him, just talk for as long as you need, I can manage the shop by myself for a while without any problems, okay?”

”Okay, thank you.” You say and the three of you split up with you walking over the street to the coffee shop. 

As you enter the shop you look around to see if you can spot Dejun some where but instead you spot Hendery talking with someone and laughing, he holds up a muffin and you can vaguely hear him proudly tell this person how he baked it himself and how it’s filled with love before he tells the person to try it. You can feel the jealousy bubbling in your chest, was this the person he had been looking to buy flowers for? And now he had also baked something which seemingly didn’t exist on the menu for this person? And they kept laughing and you could have sworn the person and Hendery were blushing as they were talking to each other.

You let out a sigh, trying to shake off the feelings of jealousy, you didn’t like that feeling at all. It was an ugly feeling, you should be happy for him if this is the person he loves so much. Unbeknownst to you there is another customer who is sitting off to the side in the shop, his homework abandoned as he watches you watch Hendery with interest. 

”Y/n?” You hear Dejuns voice question behind you and you turn around to see your friend standing there in surprise whilst holding a basket of laundry.

”Dejun! There you are! I was just wondering if I could speak to you?” You ask quickly, hoping that he will say yes.

”Sure! Do you want to take it in here or should we go outside and talk?” He asks curiously, wondering what you could possibly be wanting to talk to him about. 

”Outside would be nice, not so sure I want a bunch of people potentially overhearing me. If that’s okay with you?”

”Sure! I’ll just go tell Kun quickly that I will be outside for a few minutes! Just wait here.” Dejun disappears with the laundry basket around the corner and you can hear him talking to someone before he comes out again this time without his apron and a hoodie on instead.

”There, I’m ready to go outside.” He says with a sweet smile and you can’t help but smile back.

As the two of you walk out of the shop you miss the eyes of Hendery who can’t help but follow the two of you out of the shop, he’s wondering why you’re here seeing Dejun. A part of him wonders if you two will confess to each other and that’s why you went to find him or if he’s just reading too much into the situation before him. 

You and Dejun step slightly to the side so you won’t be covering the entrance once you’ve gotten outside and you can’t help but glance back into the shop, wondering if Hendery is still with the person he seems to like.

”So what did you want to talk to me about?” Dejun asks gently and you look back at him before taking a big sigh.

”This might sound really stupid… so please don’t laugh but I have to know… Does Hendery hate me?” You question slowly a bit quieter than usual.

”H-hate you?” His eyes grows wide at your question and he leans in as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing right now and Dejun can in fact not believe what he’s hearing right now.

”You think he hates you Y/n?!” He gapes and you can’t tell if his shock is a good thing or a bad thing so you answer him a bit unsure: ”Yes?”

”No! No absolutely not! Hendery does not hate you Y/n! Trust me I know him very well and he does not hate you. God I’m gonna smack him next time I talk to him.” He says, making sure to have eye contact with you so you won’t read too much into his body language. His hands goes up to grip the sides of your arms gently. 

”You really think he doesn’t hate me?”

”I know he doesn’t hate you! In fact I know he thinks you seem nice and want to get to know you to become friends!” Dejun leaves out the fact that his friend has a crush on you because that is something he needs to gain the courage to tell you himself and not hear from him.

”Wait really?” You look at him shocked. ”I thought he didn’t like me, he has seemed so annoyed at me being around and I understand if he got someone special he’s trying to woo like that person at the counter. Perhaps I’ve just been in the way you know.” You blabber on and Dejun is quick to deny it all.

”No he does not think you’re annoying, Hendery just sometimes can look like he’s annoyed or angry but he’s not, trust me. He does have someone he cares for but it is not the person he was speaking to at the counter. You have not been in the way at all in fact I wish you’d come over more often. I like having you around and I know the others would be happy to see you as well!” He tells you with a gentle smile, he can see the worry shifting off of you and he guesses the idea of Hendery hating you has been gnawing on your mind for quiet some time now.

”You really mean that? He hasn’t said anything or hinted that he doesn’t want me around?” You mumble still feeling a bit unsure even though you know you shouldn’t feel that way with what Dejun has been telling you.

”I mean it, Hendery has in fact asked about you, he wants to get to know you, he’s told me that himself and he’s curious about you. He is however a little shy and wants to make a good impression you know.” 

”Really?”

”Yeah really.” He chuckles ”He asks if there is anything you like that he might like as well so that he can try and bond with you. Trust me Hendery wants you around.” 

Upon hearing that you can feel your cheeks heating up at his admission. Hendery wants you around? Yeah that made butterflies fly around in your stomach and the jealous feeling you had before began to simmer away into nothingness. 

”Thank you Dejun, I’ve been so worried these past weeks that I fucked it all up so badly and it’s been eating me up inside.” You tell him before you go in for a hug which he immediately returns. Holding you tight and enjoying the hug from you. 

”Any time sweetheart. I’ll always be there for you, you know, can’t let my favorite person go around and be worried or anxious or think someone hates them when they don’t.” He mumbles before breaking the hug and looking at you with adoring eyes. 

From inside the shop Hendery can feel the jealousy bubble in his chest when he spots you and Dejun hugging. From his point of view it almost looked like you had just confessed your feelings for his friend while his friend accepted it. He had to turn away from the scene before the jealousy grew even stronger.

He’d have to ask Dejun about it later because hadn’t he said he’d back down so Hendery could get a chance to get to know you and confess? But at the same time he couldn’t blame him if it was a fact that you confessed first. He let out an irritated sigh before going back to cleaning the coffee station. Anything to keep his mind of you and his best friend which were outside of the shop talking, laughing and hugging each other.

[viasdreams]

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asking wayv “as a seahorse, could i get you pregnant?” !!

a/n: “via what is this???😱” WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS??? GOD FORBID A GIRL GETS A LITTLE SILLY🙄

[wayvchip]

making out with wayv

genre/warnings: fluff, suggestive (minors DNI), established relationship, boyfriend!wayv

kun is definitely the type to constantly smile throughout the kiss and you can feel it when he does that, which makes your heart flutter. makeouts with kun are usually quite brief, and very gentle and sweet. kun would also frequently make sure to take short breaks in between kisses in case you ran out of air because he's just considerate like that.

ten would constantly tease you and get you all riled up. wbk ten is a huge flirt. he would smirk the entire time, whisper dirty things to you, and use a lot of tongue in his kisses. plus, his hands would be roaming all over your body and feeling you up. makeout sessions with ten usually lead to more because he gets all hot and bothered just by kissing you.

winwin would be quite shy and even hesitant at first, but quickly gets into the mood. he prefers if you take the lead at first, and then he'll take over after a bit. winwin definitely goes a little crazy when you grab onto the hem of his shirt while he's sweetly kissing you. bro has had so many kissing scenes from his dramas i truly believe he is more experienced than he lets on.......

xiaojun's kisses would be very slow and passionate, because he wants you to feel loved. he's extra and puts on one of his r&b playlists because he likes the romantic atmosphere it creates. xiaojun holds both of your hands in his hands during the whole makeout session too :(( be sure to expect very intense eye contact from him.

hendery KNOWS what he's doing. he knows all the right buttons to push and is a playful tease too, he'll literally pull away and chuckle just as you're about to deepen the kiss. tbh i can see hendery being a biter. now you didn't hear this from me, but i feel like hendery is definitely the type to do the knee thing (iykyk) while he's marking your neck up with pretty purple bruises.

yangyang would get wayyy too excited at the idea of making out with you and practically jumps on top of you, almost bumping his forehead into yours. he would smash his lips against yours and giggle in between kisses because he just can't contain his excitement!!! pro tip: play with yangyang's hair when he's kissing you, it makes him absolutely melt into a puddle.

[cbeargyu]

hentai

summary: yangyang is a pervert, always looking for any chance to satisfy his dirtiest desires — but he didn’t expect you were on your way to catch him...

pairing: perv!yangyang x fem!reader

genre: smut, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving & m receiving), filming, light dom/sub dynamics, playful teasing.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), language, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, use of camera/recording during sexual act, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, consent implied but not extensively discussed, semi-public implications (camera), soft dom!yangyang, submissive reader moments, mention of fluids, NSFW themes — minors do not interact.

wc: 4,23K

notes: i had this fic in my drafts for a while, but i hadn't finished it. however, i spent the weekend with my boyfriend and didn’t have a chance to continue it, but i’m back now, and here it is😁🫶🏻🔥🩷

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it was saturday night.

yangyang had stayed home that weekend while his friends were out—partying, on dates, or god knows where. he preferred the solitude, the silence of his dark room, the soft hum of his computer screen lighting up his face.

he felt hot. needy. it had been a while since he was this alone—and just the thought of it turned him on even more.

his fingers slowly traced the growing bulge between his thighs while his right hand worked the mouse with precision, scrolling through adult sites, searching for the video that would finally ease the burning tension in his gut.

he freed his erection with a simple pull—pants pushed down to his hips, shirt hiked up just enough.

he started slow, stroking his length up and down. small, breathy moans escaped his lips. he didn’t even bother muting the video; he wanted to hear the actress’ high-pitched whimpers fill the room. leaning back into his chair, he picked up the pace. all he could focus on was the girl’s bouncing breasts and the filthy wet sound of skin slapping against skin as she was pounded from behind.

it felt too good.

he did this almost every night, but tonight... tonight felt different. something about the loneliness, the silence—it made everything more intense.

the video ended, but yangyang wasn’t done. not even close. he clicked through the suggested videos, impatient, and chose another.

his head tipped back as he groaned, completely lost in the heat, the lust curling tight in his stomach, the climax building slowly—deliciously.

he was so close.

until a notification blinked on his screen.

it was a message from you.

“do you have the photos yet?”

ah. the photos.

yangyang had helped you with a photoshoot for your instagram feed a few days ago. nothing serious—just a few soft shots, sweet poses, and since he had a professional camera, it made sense to ask him. all he had to do was connect the camera, transfer the files, do a light edit, and send them over.

like the multitasker he was, he left the video playing, stood up, still hard and hanging, and rummaged through the desk drawer for the camera. with quick hands, he plugged it in. one hand editing your photos, the other wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping with more urgency now. wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him, curses and moans slipping past his lips.

the filthy background noise filled the room—moans, wet smacks, filthy talk.

but his eyes?

his eyes were on you.

on the screen, your soft smile, the way you posed so innocently.

then—another message popped up.

“i’m like three minutes away from your house, lol. gonna stop by to see the pics.”

but yangyang didn’t read it.

lust had swallowed his mind whole. he kept editing. kept jerking. faster. harder. he was almost there, his release right on the edge of his tongue. breath shaky. fingers quick.

until the door burst open.

“hey, yang—!”

white lines shot across his stomach.

his body jerked, muscles tense, panting hard. he turned his head.

and there you were.

frozen.

a hand still on the doorknob, face lit up by the room light, smiling... for half a second.

then the smile vanished.

your eyes dropped. to his cock, still wrapped in his hand. then up—to the screen.

your photo.

from the shoot he took just days ago.

a sharp “SORRY!!” and the slam of the door brought him crashing back to reality.

he sat there, chest rising and falling, his face burning red. a deep crimson shadow spread across his cheeks.

but—fuck. instead of going soft, his cock throbbed even harder. shame only made it worse. the embarrassment turned him on.

he cursed under his breath, yanked his boxers and pants up, slammed a key to mute the sounds, grabbed a tissue, and wiped off the mess on his abdomen.

“y-y/n! w-wait!” he called, fumbling with his clothes, rushing out after you.

there you were—back turned, stiff, humiliated.

and fuck, seeing you like that? it only made him harder.

being caught jerking off?

embarrassing.

but being caught by you?

something else entirely.

you turned, face flushed red. he didn’t know what to say. how the hell was he supposed to explain he was editing your photos while jerking off—but not because of them?

“l-listen, what just happened—it's a misunderstanding. i mean, yeah, i was editing your photos. but i swear i wasn’t doing it because—”

“oh, really? you’re such a pervert! you were jerking off to my pictures!”

“n-no!! it’s not like that—” he stammered, the bulge in his pants making it hard to even think clearly. “i was doing... other stuff,” he emphasized awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

and of course—you had heard the filthy sounds echoing from his room.

“so you weren’t touching yourself because of me?” your voice—soft, tinged with disappointment—cut deeper than a slap.

“n-no... no, i wasn’t…”

“why not?” you said, voice quiet, hurt, maybe even angry.

his eyes widened. what the hell were you saying?

he stared, hoping he hadn’t just imagined it.

but no—you really had said it.

“c-can i… would it be wrong if i asked to see it?” your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. your face turned, avoiding his eyes, your own burning with embarrassment.

“w-what…?”

you crossed your arms with a pout, refusing to say it again. yangyang’s eyes slowly traveled down your body. you were wearing a black off-shoulder long sleeve top that subtly hinted at your cleavage, a short gray denim skirt, and soft white ankle socks. on your feet, kun’s indoor slippers looked comically out of place with the rest of your outfit—but somehow, they added to the charm.

"can you... show me how you do it?" your voice was soft, hesitant.

a curved, wicked smile spread across yangyang’s lips.

"oh no… you’re really perverted. you want to watch your friend touch himself, huh?"

"you did it first!" you snapped back, cheeks burning. "touching yourself to my pictures like it was nothing—"

yangyang chuckled and sat back down on his swivel chair, while you stayed frozen in the middle of the bed, sitting on your knees. he turned the chair to face you, spreading his legs a bit before slowly pulling his pants back down. he lifted his shirt and held the hem with his teeth to keep it from falling.

that move alone made your breath hitch. the way his toned stomach glistened—maybe from earlier—was almost too much to take in.

"i need to get in the mood first… you don’t mind, do you?" he asked with a teasing tone.

you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first—until he turned slightly and played a video on full screen. a blonde girl in seductive lingerie moved sensually on a bed, soon joined by a man whose hands roamed all over her.

"yeah... that’s better," he whispered, but his eyes never left you. even with the explicit video playing, it was clear the thing turning him on most was sitting right in front of him.

he freed himself again, his length thick and veiny, flushed a deep red. you swallowed hard, eyes glued to him.

"y/n, you really are a pervert..." he murmured in a deeper tone as his hand began to move slowly, deliberately. the moans from the video filled the room, mixing with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"i-i’m not..." you whispered, thighs pressing together to ease the growing ache between your legs.

"do you like what you see? because i definitely like what i’m seeing," he said, his voice low and almost dangerous. something warm and wet was starting to pool beneath your panties, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.

your skin broke out in goosebumps when you heard the soft grunts escaping his mouth. his head tilted back slightly, one hand holding up his shirt, the other working between his thighs, faster now.

your bra rubbed against your sensitive nipples, making everything worse. your body felt flushed, hot under your skin, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the room temperature or the way yangyang was looking at you—like he was losing himself in you.

"let me see you, y/n…" he murmured, voice full of need. "touch yourself for me too."

his words felt like a command you couldn’t disobey.

you pulled up your skirt, rolling it up to your waist, you discovered your panties, pastel pink ones, small, with lace and cute little bows.

"fuck..." he groaned the moment he saw you. his hand moved faster, his breathing heavier. "touch yourself. i want to watch you too."

he could see the darker spot forming in the center of your underwear—a clear sign of how turned on you were. your fingers moved gently over the fabric, and you gasped softly at the contact. even the lightest stroke was enough to make you feel weak.

your fingers caressed your sensitive area over the fabric. you gasped at the electric sensation — just the simple touch was enough to make your legs tremble and desire surge through your body.

you kept stroking yourself through the cloth, this time with more intention. spreading your legs a little, you caught a glimpse of yourself in that position — and just the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to yangyang’s length.

“take off your panties, sweetheart.”

you slid your panties aside just enough to reveal your swollen, glistening folds. “god...” yangyang whispered, completely mesmerized. this moment was more intense than any of his fantasies — and his fantasies were wild, as expected from someone so deliciously perverted.

with two fingers, you traced your core from top to bottom, drawing out soft moans of pleasure. when the fabric started to get in the way, you slipped the panties off in one swift motion — a motion yangyang watched breathlessly, swallowing hard as his eyes drank in every second.

now your legs were open, completely exposed before him. your fingers moved frenetically over your clit, already swollen and throbbing, pulsing under every stroke — desperate for your touch, aching for his. you slid lower, teasing your entrance before pushing a finger in, and a loud moan tore from your lips, raw and involuntary.

yangyang mirrored your pace, eyes narrowing with fierce desire. he was close, too close — but he wanted to wait for you. he wanted to fall with you, at the exact same moment.

“put another one in, love. i want to see you with two fingers inside,” he begged, voice cracking with lust.

and because his wishes were commands, you slid in a second finger. your body trembled from the stretch, the overwhelming sensation forcing out helpless moans, as if no one else existed in the world but you and him. it felt too good — the situation, the build-up, the way yangyang was right in front of you, stroking his cock with his jaw clenched, the very sight of it enough to make your mouth water. you needed more. more of him, more of this.

the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. you quickened your rhythm, fingers slick, desperate, chasing the high that had been building endlessly. you wanted to fall over the edge. to unravel. to feel something more.

“y-yanggie... a-ah!!! i'm gonna come—i'm gonna explode, god!” you moaned, body arching as the wet, obscene sounds filled the room. chop, chop. every squelch echoing your pleasure, feeding his hunger. beneath you, a slick pool of arousal formed — a sight that drove yangyang insane.

“let's finish together, baby—let's come together, fuck, yes,” he groaned, increasing his pace despite the ache in his wrist. the pleasure of cumming with you was stronger than the pain. everything around him blurred, adrenaline rushing wild through his veins. and as you clenched your lip between your teeth, trying to hold on just a second longer, he swore he saw the most erotic vision of his life.

your fingers reached as deep as they could go, and in that moment, it felt like you'd touched heaven. a wave of heat flooded your face, your mouth parted, a thin trail of saliva slipping from the corner of your lips. then, without warning, you released — a stream of wetness bursting out of you, your climax crashing through your body, marked by a loud, broken moan that sounded like music to his ears.

he came too, spraying his cum high into the air, staining his pants in the process. but he didn’t care. nothing else mattered. as you collapsed back, breathless and undone, your body trembled with aftershocks — tingling, overstimulated, electric. it had been... perfect. the sight of your best friend touching himself for you, eyes fixed on every movement. and you, touching yourself for him, all the while wishing it was yangyang's fingers inside you instead.

yangyang couldn’t look away. he watched as your juices continued to drip from your pussy, the sight making his mouth water. the hunger hit him hard.

he dove between your legs without a word, burying his face in your soaked heat. his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue slid up your slit, slow and deliberate — hot and hungry. each stroke of his tongue made your body twitch, breath catching in your throat, and you could only gasp, still sensitive, still open for him.

“a-ah!!! y-yanggie—!!!” you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation. it felt so good — too good — but at the same time, incredibly embarrassing. “i-it's dirty there!” you moaned, face flushed deep red from the shame. you instinctively tried to pull away, but his strength was greater than yours. he held you down with ease, his low grunt sending chills down your spine as he leaned in again, so close that even his breath kissed your sensitive center.

“you taste and smell amazing, i still can’t believe you’ve been hiding this part of yourself, y/n…” he murmured against your skin.

his tongue moved deliberately now — gliding over your outer lips, circling your clit, teasing every inch of you. the touches were soft, wet, and slow… extracting the sweetest moans from your mouth. you tried to stifle them with your hands, but he noticed. he noticed everything.

“don’t hide your pretty voice, y/n. i want to hear you,” he growled, voice low and rough. “fuck, i want to hear you scream.”

he looked up at you then — eyes dark, mouth glistening, shamelessly buried between your thighs. the sight alone made your core clench, your heart pound harder. you were so turned on it was dizzying, yet too shy to say it aloud. when his nose grazed your clit, you let out a squeal you didn’t even recognize as your own.

he kept devouring you for minutes that felt like eternity, and somewhere in between your cries, your moans turned into whispers of how good it felt. any traces of embarrassment had melted away. your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, voice barely audible.

“yang…”

“yes, baby?” he murmured, looking up at you with glistening lips and hungry eyes, waiting.

“…i want to suck you,” you whispered, turning your face away in shyness.

he let out a low chuckle, the sound wicked and full of mischief. “you want what? say it clearly, love.”

yangyang was enjoying every second — savoring your flustered expression, your trembling voice. he knew how to ruin you, how to make you squirm with embarrassment… and you felt it, that creeping self-consciousness wrapping around you again, even as desire burned hotter inside.

“i want to suck your cock,” you said — no hesitation, no shame. your voice rang out firm, clear, hungry.

yangyang’s breath hitched, eyes widening at the sudden shift in you — bold, dominant, devastatingly seductive. he felt his cock twitch, throbbing painfully hard at the sight of your confidence, your desire no longer hidden behind flushed cheeks or shy glances.

you pushed him gently back onto the chair, guiding him with soft hands until he sat. then with your hands you leaned on his thighs to make space between them in a very sensual way, facing him, your movements slow and deliberate. your ass remained raised, skirt bunched around your waist, your pussy still glistening and dripping — an open invitation, even as your attention turned entirely to him now.

you slid down between his legs, nestling there like you belonged, hands gliding up his thighs with featherlight touches. his cock stood proud, flushed and wet at the tip, and your fingers traced along his shaft with reverence — worshipful, but teasing.

yangyang swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the chair. the way you looked up at him while stroking him gently… fuck. like he was something sacred, something you'd been dying to taste.

“i want to be good for you, yanggie…” you whispered, voice soaked in lust, in devotion, in something so tender it nearly undid him.

he groaned, one hand reaching to brush your hair back behind your ear, his fingers shaking slightly from anticipation. “you already are, baby… you are so good…”

your tongue flicked out, teasing his tip, collecting the precum before dragging a slow, wet line down the underside of his cock. he let out a low moan, hips bucking slightly, but you pinned him with a firm look — not yet.

you kissed along the base, lips soft and hot against his skin, taking your time, your fingers still stroking him in rhythm. then, with a sinful smile, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to take him in, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact.

“fuck, fuck— y/n…” he hissed, his voice breathless, wrecked. you hummed around him, pleased by the reaction, by the way his thighs tensed and how he gripped your hair just a little tighter.

you wanted to ruin him. you wanted to taste every drop, every sound, every trembling breath that left his mouth.

just as your lips wrapped around him, slow and warm, yangyang reached for the edge of the desk with one hand — the other moved to quietly disconnect the camera, his eyes never leaving you. then, with calm precision, he switched it to video mode, and pressed record.

he had to capture this — you, in all your beauty, in all your power. the way your eyes looked up at him, so hungry and soft at once. the way your lips moved with intention. it was art.

“god… you look so perfect like this,” he murmured, almost reverent, his voice hoarse and low, like the words were being pulled straight from his chest.

you felt your cheeks warm, a wicked little smile tugging at your lips even as you kept him deep in your mouth. you pulled back slowly, your tongue teasing his tip, your hand continuing the rhythm below. then, with a playful glance at the camera in his hand, you adjusted a loose strand of hair behind your ear, tilted your chin slightly — just enough to show your best angle — and asked, sweetly:

“do i look pretty, yanggie?”

your voice was soft, laced with mischief, and your eyes sparkled with the kind of confidence only you could carry mid-act.

he groaned like your words alone could finish him.

“you look... like sin,” he whispered. “like a dream. my dream.”

your lips curled in satisfaction, but you didn’t stop. you dove back in — lips, tongue, hands — working in harmony, now with the knowledge that he was watching you twice: in real time, and through the screen.

you made sure to keep the rhythm steady, purposeful, your movements fluid and mesmerizing. every now and then, you stole a glance at the camera, letting him see your pride, your power. you were putting on a show, but it was real — this was real.

and god, he was falling for you all over again with every second.

his breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as your rhythm became more intense, more focused. you felt it — the way his hips twitched slightly, the soft curses spilling from his lips, his hand tightening around the phone.

“shit, baby— i’m close,” he groaned, voice cracking at the edge of control. “i'm gonna—”

but you pulled back just enough to speak, voice sultry and breathless.

“no… not yet,” you whispered, licking your lips. “i want you to finish inside me.”

his eyes widened, the rawness of your words shooting through him like lightning.

“you sure?” he asked, barely managing the question, his voice all gravel and want.

you nodded, already rising, turning around with a confidence that left him breathless — your skirt still bunched at your waist, your skin glowing in the dim light, your body moving like a dream. slowly, you guided him back inside you, straddling him in reverse cowgirl, your movements fluid and steady, your hands gripping the arms of the chair for balance.

yangyang’s jaw dropped open as you began to move, your back arched, hips rolling — a rhythm both powerful and sensual. he adjusted the camera in his hand, angling it to capture everything: the way you rode him with control, the curve of your spine, the wet sound of your bodies meeting again and again.

“fuck… you’re unreal,” he moaned, the camera shaking slightly in his hand from the way his body trembled. “you feel so good, baby—”

you looked over your shoulder, lips parted, breath heavy, hair a little wild.

“i want you to remember this. every time you watch that video…” you said in a voice barely audible over the rhythm of your bodies, “i want you to remember how i chose this. how i chose you.”

and then you moved faster, your moans turning into whimpers, your body clenching with pleasure. he gripped your waist with his free hand, losing himself in the feeling, the sight, the sound of you falling apart on top of him.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck—” he growled.

“do it,” you whispered. “inside me, yanggie… i want all of you.”

just when you thought you were both about to finish together, yangyang surprised you — his hands gripped your waist and with one fluid movement, he pulled you off him and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. you gasped, startled, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he walked toward the bed.

“not like this,” he murmured against your ear, breath warm, voice hoarse. “i want to see all of you… when we finish.”

he laid you down gently at the edge of the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the fire between your bodies. without letting go of the moment, he tossed the camera aside — it landed somewhere out of sight, still recording, but forgotten. right now, all that existed was you and him.

his eyes never left yours as he aligned himself again, the tension between you snapping like a drawn bow. your hands reached for him, your body arched in invitation. the pace this time was deeper, slower, more intimate — like he was memorizing the way your bodies met, the way your breaths tangled in the space between kisses and gasps.

you whispered his name like a prayer, your nails digging gently into his back, and he answered with soft moans and words you could barely catch — praises, desires, promises tangled in the haze of pleasure.

your legs tightened around him, urging him closer, deeper.

“i’m right there,” he breathed, eyes searching your face. “with you. just hold on…”

you nodded, lost in him — in the feeling, in the heat, in the connection that pulsed stronger than anything else.

and then the moment hit — not just the physical rush, but something bigger, something that made your whole body shiver. your hands clutched at him, your voice trembled, and as he followed right after you, everything around you blurred, melted, disappeared.

for a few moments, there was nothing but silence, breathless and glowing.

he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms without a word. your heart still raced, but it was softer now, steady in his embrace.

as you both got dressed slowly, still catching your breath and feeling the lingering sensitivity, yangyang bent down to pick up the camera from the floor. when he lifted it, he noticed the small red light still blinking.

“it’s still recording,” he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head with a mischievous smile. “guess it caught more than i expected.”

you giggled too, hiding your face with your hands, caught somewhere between embarrassment and excitement. he glanced at the screen for a second before turning to you with that teasing look in his eyes.

“do you want a copy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “i can send it to you… along with your edited photos, of course.”

you bit your lip, amused, and nodded. “what if we upload it?” you teased, winking at him.

yangyang fell silent for a moment, clearly surprised. a light blush crept onto his cheeks, but his smile returned just as quickly.

“only if we keep recording more,” he whispered, stepping closer, his voice low and tempting. “so you can build a full collection… upload whatever you want.”

your laughter blended with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and in that moment, the world shrank to just the two of you—lost in soft jokes, dirty promises, and the thrill of all the hot moments yet to come.

[yangqism]

just your brother's bff!hendery fucking you (afab) once the lights on your brother's room are turned off.

as dong sicheng’s younger sister, everyone knew not to mess with you… but not hendery. that man is a bastard, like how your brother would describe him. hendery was bold enough to sneak into your room every night, timing his visits perfectly with the moment the light on sicheng’s room is turned off. but he’s not bold enough to admit to himself and to everyone that he likes you more than the nights you guys share with each other.

“what are you doing here?!” your voice was a bit panicky but hendery was just smirking. he kissed you like his life depended on it, as if it answered the question you asked.

“i missed you, y/n. missed our little thing.” the way he put emphasis on 'our' melted you a little bit.

but you couldn’t let your guard down. not with him. not when every second he spent in your room felt like walking a tightrope over a raging fire, aka your brother’s wrath. 

“hendery,” you hissed, pushing at his chest even though you know he’s stronger and more stubborn than you. “if sicheng finds out–”

“he won’t,” he smirked, his voice low but confident. “i’d never let him, sweetheart,” and that was all the assurance you needed to melt in his kiss. 

hendery knows how to make you feel weak. from sucking your neck to playing with your clitoris, he never made you feel unsatisfied. 

“i’m going in,” he said as he kissed your lips, your tongue fighting each other for dominance. “you’re still tight after yesterday, dong y/n?” of course, he enjoyed teasing you. you realized that he gets even more turned on when he calls you by your full name. 

nights like these are not unusual. when he’s plunging hard and rough into your pussy while you try your hard to stop yourself from moaning, you wish you had a soundproof room. you get even wetter when he groans directly into your ear, whispering sweet nothings and dirty little things you know your brother would be mad if he heard.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he groaned, his thrusts became more erratic and desperate while your womanhood is glistening with your wetness and his precum, “you’re so good for me, yeah? you’re gonna cum with me? cum with me, y/n?” he was chanting your name, his breath became even louder as he tried hard not to cum then and there when your insides were sucking him. 

you were biting your lower lip hard, eyes on the back of your head. you were not listening to whatever hendery was saying. in your mind, it was only pleasure, hendery, not get caught, hendery, and hendery. 

he was making you feel so good. 

“ooh! hendery,” you moaned in between your breath, “you’re so big,” you whimpered as your pussy clenched around his manhood again, making him shudder. 

“yeah, baby. ‘m gonna cum in your tight pussy, hm?” while the both of you tried hard not to get caught, the squelch and other lewd sounds coming from the sex you’re having was enough to fill your room. “you like it when i cum inside?” 

“y-yes, hendery… ooh, fuck! cum inside me, please!” your back was arching while he played with your clit, your nails dig deeper into his back as you cum while he was still inside you. 

“shit, yes… just like that, y/n,” he continued thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm. 

after a few more thrust, hendery came inside you. “you really like it when your brother’s friend cums inside you, huh?” 

[chenlezip]

can i req hard launching with wayv (just to see yangyang tbh but~) i love ur posts sm. - yangyang anon 🐑

wayv : hard launching them

⤷ warning: ten gets called a slut & whore (AS A JOKE!!)

annas note: yangyang anon🐑 have i ever told u how much i love u sm. THANKYOU for requesting wayv.. (this was an excuse for me to do my man kun too☺️ i get it!!) (im sorry this took me so long to post omfg IM SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING LIKE THIS)

taglist : @yizhrt @mejaemin ᥫ᭡

[vanesycho]

Summary:You love praising your boyfriend about how funny he is all the time, but it seems like he's tired of it and is looking for other praise.

Warning:Smut, p in v

wc:1k

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You were sitting in the common room, joking around with the members. All the members were in the room and your boyfriend Hendery was right next to you, admiring your smile. "Y/n, who do you think is the most handsome member?" Yangyang smiled as he asked his provocative question. You looked at all the members and thought "Come on, you're all really attractive! Ten's eyes are so impressive, and Xiaojun's has that sharp jawline..." You continued to list one aspect of each member that you liked. "What about Hendery? What have you got to say about him?" You turned to your boyfriend, he continued to look at you with a smile. "Him? He's so funny, like he has a great sense of humor." As everyone agrees with this idea, Hendery's smile fades slightly and he looks away. Even if the subject changes, his mind is still on the same subject.

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It was late and everyone had dispersed to their rooms. You entered Hendery's room, saw him playing with his phone on the bed and lay down next to him. "What's my funny man doing?" He didn't look up from his phone, his voice was colder than usual towards you. "Fine." You lifted your head and looked at him. “Hey, are you okay?” He put his phone aside and looked at you for a moment, you watched in surprise as he positioned himself on top of you. "Wait- what are you doing?" He took off his shirt, you looked at his body with a gulp, still not understanding what was happening, he moved towards your neck and bit your earlobe. "Hendery.."

"Funny huh? What do I have to do to prove I'm more than that?" He back up, you looking at him, "Of course you're more than that, I...I just said what I like most about you, you've always been more than just your looks to me." He brushed his hair back with one hand and let out a breath. “I’m sorry, just for a moment... When you talk about how handsome the other members are, you say something different towards me..”

You reached out to his neck with one hand, pulled him closer to you and started kissing his lips. The kiss lasted longer than Hendery expected, when your tongue entered the kiss, he started caressing his whole body with his hand. He put it inside your shirt and started caressing your nipple, you squirmed in place. He stepped back for a moment to catch his breath. "What was that now?" you chuckled, causing him to laugh too. “I’m just helping my boyfriend so he'd understand he’s more than that. Now, can we continue?” he grinned. “The others are here too. You know that, right?”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly. "That's not what you said last time? Do I need to remind you of that, Hendery?" He laughed out loud and without waiting, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. Likewise, you threw your clothes randomly to the ground and stood on top of him. Hendery bit his lower lip and looked at your body shamelessly, reaching out his hand and starting from your neck, slowly moving down. He lingered on your breasts for a while, then moved down again, brought it to your pussy and lingered on your clit. “Oh fuck, is it that wet already?” He let out a deep moan as one finger slid inside you easily, then he pulled back and put his finger to his lips and licked it, grinning as he did so and never breaking eye contact. You swallowed hard, you needed to feel him right away.

He brought his hands to your hips and pulled you to him, you sat comfortably on his cock and took him inside you, covered your mouth with your hand, had a hard time not to moan. Hendery lifted his hips and straightened his position, he didn't take his hands off your hips and guided you, watching you take his cock inside you, oh this was the most beautiful sight he loved. You started moving slowly on him, being slow you could feel him fully entering you. Hendery pulled you closer to him, brushed your hair away from your face, and looked into your eyes for a moment before smiling. You continued to move your hips slowly, his hands caressing your hips, “Fuck Y/n, you’re so beautiful.”

You smiled slightly. “And you’re very good looking, I know I don’t tell you that much but- oh my god just looking at your face is enough to make me wet.” When you said that, he quickly changed places and took his place on top of you. He didn't wait and went in to your pussy harder, a curse came out of your mouth. "That's what I wanted to hear, what else are you hiding baby?" You started to whine as his cock slammed into your pussy, you did everything you could to prevent the members from hearing but you were both too focused on each other to think about that anymore. He never took his eyes off you, watching every reaction, how your mouth was slightly open and you moaned, how your body moved with every movement, your eyes filled with pleasure, he was completely in love with you.

It became harder to hold back as Hendery continued to hit your pleasure spot, "Please..too much.." His cock tightened inside you, your juices flowing out of your pussy, mixed together. Hendery felt himself getting closer, his hip movements became erratic, he didn't care about the other members of the house. "Yeah? Are you gonna cum, baby? Do it. Let the others know." you could barely open your eyes, Hendery leaned in closer and started kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself close as your stomach clenched. Your body finally relaxed and you came while Hendery was still kissing you, he muffled all your moans with the kiss. Pulled his dick out, stepped back and looked at you ruined, smirking "Hope you'll think twice before compliment me."

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[zeroseuniverse]

Two Faced

Word Count: 507 Summary:Your eyes. Your voice. Even the same mischievous smirk you often gave Hendery when teasing him. But this thing… it wasn’t you. It was something else entirely. Pairing: Hendery X Reader

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The waves crashed against the jagged rocks, the salty breeze tousling Hendery’s dark hair as he stood at the cliff’s edge. You stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the turbulent sea below. You both should have turned back an hour ago, but something about the eerie melody floating through the air had kept you rooted in place.

“Hendery, I swear if you take one more step closer, I’m—”

Your words died in your throat as a figure emerged from the water, the siren’s body half-submerged in the foamy waves. Your stomach twisted.

It had your face.

Your eyes. Your voice. Even the same mischievous smirk you often gave Hendery when teasing him. But this thing… it wasn’t you. It was something else entirely.

“Come to me,” the siren—your doppelgänger—purred, extending a hand toward Hendery. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? About how it would feel if I touched you?”

Your face burned at the implication, but when you turned to Hendery, expecting him to be either horrified or confused, he just… froze. Staring. Not saying anything.

Your heart dropped.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, stepping in front of him. “Dude. Why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you? Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Hendery’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I—uh—what? No, I mean—wait, let me—” He choked on his words, ears turning pink. “That’s not—”

“You’ve thought about it,” you repeated in mock horror. “I knew it! You have a thing for me!”

“I—No! I mean—yes? No! I mean, it’s not like that—”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “Hendery.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face before shooting a glare at the siren—who was watching your interaction with an amused smirk. “This is your fault,” he muttered before finally sighing and turning back to you.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe I… like you. Like, a lot. But I wasn’t exactly planning to confess it under threat of being dragged into the ocean by a monster wearing your face.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, but before you could respond, the siren clicked its tongue.

“This is cute and all,” it drawled, “but I’d rather be stealing his breath in another way.”

“Oh, hell no.” Without thinking, you grabbed a rock and chucked it at the creature. It let out a screech before disappearing into the waves, its illusion vanishing with it.

Silence. Then—

“Did you just—”

“I panicked,” you admitted. “But hey, it worked.”

Hendery let out a disbelieving laugh before looking at you, eyes softening. “So… now that my biggest secret is out, are you gonna let me drown in embarrassment, or…?”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you around. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get lured to your death by sea monsters.”

His grin was brighter than the moonlight.

Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t mind getting pulled in by him.

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Cappuccinos and peonies🪻

✨Pairing: Hendery x gn!reader ✨Chapter 3. Hendery panics thinking he's done something wrong to make you avoid him the way you are when he wants nothing more than to talk to you. Kun is done with his shit, Dejun finds it hilarious and Yangyang? Well, he thinks this is so much more entertaining than doing his homework. ✨Genre: Flowershop au x coffeeshop au, romance, fluff, slight angst in future chapters ✨Word Count: 2.6k ✨Tag list: ☀️Authors Note: This chapter was fun to write, it's slightly on the shorter side but I really wanted a chapter with Henderys view on everything that has happened so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter🥰

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Hendery couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was wrong. 

Had he done something?

Had he by accident insulted you and not apologized??

It was eating him up from the inside not knowing. He had noticed how you would avoid him most of the time you were over at the coffee shop or those few times he went over to the flower shop to ask questions he barely got to see you. It was always Ten or Sicheng that spoke to him.

He swore he one time saw Sicheng make a motion for you to hide when he had been spotted entering through the door and his heart had broken at that. He must have done something but he couldn’t figure out what that could have been. If he didn’t know how could he possibly even try to come up to you and try and sort it out. 

He sighed for the tenth time while steaming his tenth cup of milk to put in a latte to go only for him to slightly burn it, again. He groaned loudly when he felt the looming presence of his boss behind him. He knew Kun had been observing him for the past like five minutes since he first sighed and burned the milk and he knew that he could possibly be in for a scolding for making the customer wait for so long.

”If all you’re going to do is sigh and burn the milk and not make the customers coffee properly then go do something else and let me do this.” Kun huffed out trying to keep his irritation in before turning to the customer and apologizing for the fact that she has to wait so long for her coffee. Hendery gladly stepped aside and let Kun take over as he stares at his ten failed attempts to steam the milk for the latte that were placed around the counter. 

”I’m a failure.” He mutters and Kun rolls his eyes next to him as he steam the milk correctly.

”No you’re not but you’re here acting like a kicked puppy, what’s the problem?” He asks before turning to the customer ”Here you go ma’am and take this muffin as an apology from me because of the long wait. It’s on the house.” Kun says with a bright smile and Hendery feels his mood go down even further.

”They’re avoiding me.” He pouts.

”Who?” Kun asks raising an eyebrow at the way Hendery is acting. He never acts this way so for Kun to see his otherwise bright coworker standing there pouting like an upset little kid it does raise some questions. He turns to start cleaning up the coffee station while angling himself so he’s turned towards Hendery and ready to listen to whatever it might be he’s got on his chest.

”Y/n.” 

”Why don’t you just talk to them? Ask whats up?” Kun furrowed his eyebrows at that. You were a bright and kind person, he had met you several times and didn’t think you were someone to just avoid someone without a reason.

”They clearly don’t want to speak to me! They’re avoiding me.” 

”Then talk to Dejun? He sees them every morning and is super friendly with everyone, he might know what’s up. Go over there and let me take over here, I can’t have you burn more milk or make burnt toast here all day. Dejun can probably come up with a solution to your problem.” Kun nudges him towards his best friend who is, once again, chatting up with their customer Yangyang. Both are laughing and smiling brightly.

Hendery begrudgingly trudges over there. Perhaps he can get some help and advice from those two, Yangyang is young and might have more creative solutions than most others and he would have an outsiders perspective while Dejun knew you more personally. Kun seems to be too busy to perhaps even be able to fully help him with his problem anyways. 

Yangyang is the first one who notices him as he gets closer and he’s given a bright smile by the younger boy and a wave. The kid is so bright with his oversized pink hoodie and his blue hat that gives the imagery of cat ears at the top of his head. It suits him well and his playful personality he has come to known over the months.

”Hey Hendery!! What got you in such a mood?? Did you lost a bet again and have to clean the toilets?” He asks laughing as Hendery sighs before shaking his head.

”No.”

”No? Then what got you so upset? You got love problems or something?” 

At the question if he got love problems he splutters denying it because yes he got problems relating to a crush but that couldn’t be counted as love problems, could it?

”I’m curious too, you’re acting as if something really bad has been happening?” Dejun asks and Hendery groans before sitting down on the chair opposite of Yangyang and leaning his head on the table muttering.

”Y/n is avoiding me and I don’t know why. Have I done something? Have I insulted them? I don’t know!!” He sounds absolutely pathetic in his opinion as he whines to his friends about his problem and Dejuns loud laugh is proving that.

”I mean it’s actually not that surprising they’re avoiding you.” Yangyang snorts and Hendery lifts his head quicker than he would have liked at that.

”W-what do you mean by that?!” He’s leaning as close as he possibly can towards the young boy, almost leaning on the entire table as Yangyang leans backwards with an awkward laugh.

”Dude give him some space you’re getting looks from our customers by doing that.” His friend says pushing him back into his chair before sitting down on another chair.

”Sorry Yangyang… I didn’t mean to do that…” He sighs covering his face in embarrassment, he’s really acting so weirdly and he doesn’t fully understand why he does but he oh so desperately wants to know what Yangyang might know in regards to why you might be avoiding him so he can correct whatever wrong he must have done.

”It’s okay man… You must really like them huh if you’re acting this way?”

”Yeah… So umm… what did you mean by that it’s not that surprising that Y/n is avoiding me?” He asks again but this time much quieter looking at the boy across the table with big almost pleading eyes.

”Well considering the first time Y/n and the others came over you were kinda rude to them you know?” Yangyang shrugs his shoulders as if it had been something well known.

”What.” Hendery feels his heart drop to his stomach. 

He had been rude?

”Yeah. You were all like ”Watch it next time” and like you were not looking happy at all, you looked annoyed when they almost slipped.” Yangyang said while imitating the way Hendery had talked to you and his facial expressions during the time and Dejun was sitting to the side nodding along.

”Yeah you weren’t exactly the brightest when you spoke to Y/n that day.”

”What?! No! I didn’t mean to speak to Y/n like that! I was super worried they’d get hurt when they almost slipped like I thought my heart was going to drop into my stomach! That’s why I hurried to catch them! I must have looked like such a douchebag.” He whines as he thinks back to how he was acting sliding further down the chair in despair.

”And then we got a few days ago when Y/n came over all by themself with those flowers.” Yangyang continued as he picked up his phone to presumably search for something he wanted to show Hendery. ”They tried to talk to you about something but you interrupted them, once again looking annoyed, by asking them to move because of the line behind them.” Yangyang shows him a video.

In the video Hendery sees himself and you. His cheeks grows warm at the sight of you in the video but he feels his blood run cold when he realize how you must have perceived his comment about the line. Seeing your shoulders drop and then turn around and thats when the video stops. Hendery sits there in silence not knowing what to do.

”I was annoyed at the queue… I wanted them to leave. I wanted to speak to Y/n uninterrupted. Oh god I’ve ruined my only chance of getting closer to them haven’t I?” He asks looking at the other two at the table. 

Yangyang shrugs as Dejun shakes his head.

”I don’t think so but you gotta clear things up with them you know.” Dejun states looking him straight in the eyes. ”Y/n worries a lot from what they’ve told me and is sometimes prone to overthinking. So if I were you I’d talk to them immediately.” 

”But how can I do that when they avoid me every time I come into the store or when all of them come over here?” He asks

”How about you take my morning shift and I take the closing shift? That way you can see them early in the morning?” Dejun offers kindly with a smile

”What?! No! I can’t do that.” He shakes his head and Dejuns face morphs quicker than he can say no into a are you serious right now kind of look and he hurriedly continues: ”That’s a tradition! Like a sacred one! I can’t possibly come in and ruin that as well! Like I know you love those moments in the morning of chatting with Ten and Y/n and that’s probably something Y/n looks forward to every morning. I can’t take your shift and possibly ruin something they really enjoy when I’ve already messed up this badly, they might never step foot into our shop if I do. So thank you Dejun but no, I gotta figure out something else.” He says before giving a thankful smile to his coworker still glad that Dejun would give up one shift for him to possibly work it out with you.

”I’m giving you honestly probably the best opportunity to see them again and to sort it all out and you’re sitting here telling me no. I really don’t understand you sometimes man. I would have taken that offer in a heartbeat you know.” Dejun says looking incredibly confused as to why he would make things more complicated than they needed to be.

”Well it’s just like I said, it’s a tradition, they enjoy chatting with you every morning, I know because you’re always glowing when I come in for my shift telling me about what happened early in the morning. You got inside jokes and fun memories with them and all I got is that I was rude to them by accident. I just feel like if we were to switch shifts I’d fuck it up again and I don’t want that.” He admitted sitting there feeling slightly vulnerable.

”Well the offer still stand if you weren’t going to figure anything else out. I could sacrifice one morning of not seeing the person I’m kinda interested in for you so you can fix your mess if you were to change your mind.” He opens his mouth to say something more before Kuns voice interrupts him.

”Hey Dejun could you come over here and help me?? Please??” 

”Coming!” He stands up ”Well don’t wallow in your self-pity and despair too much, just go over there and apologize and I don’t know ask for their number or something.” With that he gives Hendery a pat on the back before waltzing his way back to the counter where Kun is working.

Yangyang who has been observing the two is smiling cheekily seemingly finding something funny as he is scribbling something on a piece of paper.

”You know, I’m rooting for you.” 

”What?” 

”Yeah you two would make a cute couple. Way cuter than Y/n and Dejun you know.” 

”C-cute?! Couple?!” Hendery stares at the boy, his mouth hanging open in shock at what he had just said.

”Yeah.” Yangyang is wearing the most shit eating grin Hendery has ever seen and he can’t help but put up his defenses.

”Don’t you have studies to do? Homework or something?”

”I do but this is so much more interesting than doing my homework or working on my essays.” He laughs out loud at Henderys annoyed face. ”Don’t look at me like that! I’m rooting for you! I’m in your corner dude.” 

”So what do you think I should do then?”

”Get them flowers? I’ve been told Y/n is very passionate about them.” Yangyang muses and Hendery notes that down in the back of his head.

”Perhaps I should bake a little I’m sorry I’ve been an accidental asshole treat as well?” He asks seriously leaning a bit closer to Yangyang again.

”Are you a good baker?” He inquires curiously.

”I’m shit at it but it’s the thought that counts right? Or perhaps I should practice really hard so it’s really good and they will know I’m really sincere. They might think I’m trying to poison them if it’s like truly inedible…” Hendery stands up. ”I’m gonna ask which pasty Y/n gets every morning and I’ll learn how to bake that one! Thank you Yangyang!” Hendery rushes to the counter eager to get answers.

”This will be so much fun to observe going down.” Yangyang muses to himself before he begrudgingly turns back to his homework which he has been neglecting for the past two hours he’s been in the cafe.

On the piece of paper are some scribbles that if Hendery had looked closer he would've see that Yangyang had written little hearts around his name and your name with an x in between. 

But perhaps it was best for now that Hendery had avoided that little tidbit or he might have lost it knowing the younger boy was secretly shipping him and his crush together.

”Hey Dejun! My best friend in the whole wide world!!” He slid up quickly to him slinging his arm over his shoulder.

”What do you want know? Wanna change shift like I suggested?”

”Oh no! I just wanna know what their favorite muffin is?”

”Muffin? Why do you gotta know that?”

”I’m baking it as a I’m sorry treat for them.”

That made his friend stop everything he was doing and staring at him with big eyes that looked almost horrified.

”You. Bake?”

”Yes! Me Bake!”

”Hendery i love you with all my heart but you can’t bake to save lives and now you wanna bake the person you wanna apologize to a treat?” He goes to deny that he’s that horrible at it but Kun who had been eavesdropping on the conversation butts in as well.

”Remember the birthday cake you baked to me? Where you had mixed up salt and sugar? Please do not bake again, what if you by accident does that again.”

”Kuuuuun! I won’t do it I promise! I’ll practice until it’s perfect.” He pleads

”They like muffins okay? All sorts, I think they’ve tried every single one we have so far so just pick one and learn to bake it but please do not poison them or I’ll come for you.” Dejun admits with a small glare which quickly morphs into softer eyes when he spots Henderys beaming smile which hadn’t been around for a while.

”I won’t! I promise! I’ll practice until it’s amazing and I’ll get some flowers too so it’s a real good apology! Thank you!” He hugs him tightly before turning around and heading to the muffin section.

He got a very important choice of choosing which one he will make and he can’t shake off the happy feeling of knowing he will hopefully make it all up to you and not fuck something up before or after that again.

[viasdreams]

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texts with boyfriend hendery !!

a/n: my silly king 😋

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hendery bf texts

description: some random messages with bf hendery!

pairing: hendery x fem!reader

cw: 'gf' used for reader, one curse word

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[hencheri]

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. mean!xiaojun x fem!reader x mean!hendery

| warnings. noncon, mention of physical violence, xiaojun is straight up cruel & hendery is kinda a himbo lol.

| wc. 2k

this is part 2 of this drabble. thanks yaz for the idea <3 it's a little different from what you asked.

xiaojun takes a sip of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat as he swallows it down. he looks around, squinting his eyes at the crowd, searching for a face that would spark something in him. something new and exciting.

but no one interests him enough.

he sighs when his gaze falls on hendery, enjoying himself with some random girls on the dance floor. xiaojun can hear his laugh from here, his hand slapping one girl’s ass, whispering in the ear of the other, making both giggle. 

it doesn’t take much to entertain hendery, just some pretty girls and he’s over the moon. with how easy going he is, his popularity is not surprising. his boyish charm always has its effect on women. 

xiaojun wishes he was as easily entertained as his best friend, but he needs more than just some sexy attire and a girl giggling at everything he says. he sees the inviting glances thrown his way, and maybe he would give in if that’s what he was searching for, but for some reasons, tonight he wants something different, not just a hook-up. 

and that something he will find in someone he already knows very well. 

he spots a feminine silhouette at the bar, body wrapped in a short white dress that seems to be made of satin. she talks to a man, presumably boyfriend as he lays a protective hand on her hip, soon leaving her alone. 

xiaojun can only see her back until she turns around with a glass in hand. the same very eyes he made tears flew from are looking straight back at him. 

his entire mood shifts and that spark he needed so badly finally lights up in him. it’s you. 

he’s about to stand up and leave his seat when he notices your eyes going elsewhere, staring at the crowd of people stacked on the dance floor. xiaojun follows your gaze only to realize hendery is no longer dancing, instead walking in your direction. 

you decide to go in the opposite way, but you stop dead in your tracks as xiaojun comes up to you as well. you’re trapped. 

you back away until you hit the edge of the bar behind you, eyes going in between the two men, having no clue on what to do or how to escape. but it’s simple; you can’t escape. and hendery would like to believe this is fate, this is just how life’s decided to be. 

he would be right about one thing; this is how it is and you can’t do anything about it, but fate… no, fate isn’t so cruel. it isn’t so unfair. 

hendery is the first to arrive, flashing you a sweet smile that would have melted your heart if you didn’t know how mean he truly is behind closed doors. 

“what a surprise,” he flirts, casually leaning his body against the bar at the same time xiaojun comes to your level. 

they both exchange a look, their plans totally changed now that you’re here. 

last time, they left you in their hotel room as it was the last night they were staying in. xiaojun knew they would have to leave eventually, they couldn’t keep you. it was a little delusional to even consider it, but hendery has the habit to get easily attached to people. he sure gets over them fast as well, even though your case has been quite special.

your big scared eyes are looking back at him like he remembers, meaning ‘don’t do this to me’. it’s something hendery can’t promise, though. that wouldn’t make any sense. 

your head turns to xiaojun then to hendery again. “i came with my boyfriend. leave me alone or-”

you’re cut off by xiaojun who clasps a hand around your face, harshly pulling it toward him. he seems to always want to control your movements, to control what you see and what you say — he just wants to control everything. 

“or what? don’t threaten us now, princess,” he says sternly, “you know better than this.”

his eyes hold all the hate in the world. he doesn’t give a single fuck about your boyfriend, in fact, he has a stronger desire to take you now that a boyfriend is involved. it means having something that isn’t technically his, but will be once he has his hands on you, as if curving his initials into your skin. ruin you for any other man.

“where’s the little boyfriend anyway? i don’t see him,” hendery mocks, laughing straight in your face. how convinient for them that he decided to leave right when they noticed you. it’s meant to be, hendery’s sure of it. 

you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. maybe fate is that cruel after all. 

your phone is buzzing incessantly, messages and calls from your boyfriend. you wish for once he wouldn’t worry so much, that he’d at least drop it off for tonight. 

this situation is too reminiscent of the last time they had you both helpless and submissive for their sick pleasure. your dad calling, and now your boyfriend, all while xiaojun is taking you from behind. 

your front is pressed down on the bed as your legs are dangling off of it, hands holding onto the bed covers. 

“can you turn that shit off? that boyfriend’s gonna turn me crazy,” xiaojun groans and rolls his eyes, talking to hendery. 

he picks up your phone from the floor, seeing almost 20 notifications all from the same number. “my guy’s worrying to death,” hendery snickers, scrolling through the unread messages. “we should reassure him and tell him his precious girlfriend is well taken care of.”

you can’t believe they want to mess with your loved ones again. you still remember when xiaojun pressed your phone to your ear, basically forcing you to talk to your father while his friend was on top of you. you won’t forget the sickening glint he had in his eyes, like he’s never been more entertained in his life before. 

“stop it,” you say with a weak voice, tear stained cheek laying on the mattress. you look at hendery, but he doesn’t drop your phone, instead typing something on your keyboard, immediately assuming he’s sending a text to your boyfriend. “don’t! please! why are you doing this?” you cry out loudly.

but again, they choose to ignore you. the smile on hendery’s face makes you sick in your stomach, how can someone so beautiful be so heartless? 

“give it to me,” xiaojun asks, reaching his hand out. hendery hands it to him and he places the screen just in front of your eyes. “how caring of him,” he coos.

you can see all the texts he sent you, asking where you are, why did you leave, if you’re with someone else, if he did something wrong, and then calling you a bunch of times. 

but before you can see what hendery said to him, xiaojun opens your camera and starts to record a video. 

he holds your hip with one hand, thrusting back and forth into your pussy. he films your intercourse, capturing how the translucent pearls falling from your eyes roll gracefully over your rounded cheeks to disappear into the material of the bedsheets. how pretty. 

the back of your thighs burn at how violently he pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours, the sounds echoing in the room. 

xiaojun leans over you, his naked chest sticking to your back, and a surprised gasp escapes your lips when he digs his teeth into your shoulder, biting you. he films it, of course, wanting the video to be as graphic as possible — so explicit that when your boyfriend will watch it, he’ll burst in anger, his little ego crushed by seeing his girlfriend in the hands of another man.

his hips roll against your ass, hard cock entering your pussy and stretching your walls to the size of his girth. the amount of arousal that drips along your inner thighs embarasses you, cursing your body for reacting to his touch — to their touch. 

he positions his lips right beside your ear, “you like this, don’t you?” he growls, sliding his cock into your wet cunt in a way that has the knot in your stomach tightening. “poor little girl getting her slutty hole stuffed full of cock… how unlucky,” xiaojun whispers to you, his mean words making you sob harder. he says all of this while looking straight at the camera, knowing who’s going to be the spectator of it. 

he then straightens his back, resuming his brutal and harsh pace. he ends the video, passing your phone back to hendery who happily sends it to your boyfriend. 

more long minutes pass where xiaojun moves into you back and forth, slapping your ass so hard that you still feel the trace of his hand on you. hendery has a painful hold of your hair, your head tilted to the side as he makes you suck his dick. he can’t stop talking to you, calling you a bunch of names, praising your skills that you absolutely hate using as of right now. 

you wish his words would mean nothing to you, but they will remain in your mind for a long time, replaying in your head every time a man that isn’t him will touch you. you will not recover from this, and the fact that you might not find pleasure with anyone else scares you the most. this isn’t how you should feel. 

your phone is long forgotten, thrown away on the floor, nobody paying attention to it until the battery finally dies down and you don’t hear any more from your boyfriend. you’re relieved, in a way, that his attempts to contact you are just useless now. 

the night feels endless, and rightfully so, because they use you in so many ways that you can’t count anymore. your energy is spent, but they don’t care — not in the slightest. you’re theirs now. 

the sun going through the blinds wakes you up, blinking your eyes open. your eyelids stick together a little bit and you feel the puffiness of your face, the results of you crying all night. 

the first thing you see is hendery’s sleeping face, buried in your chest. you can feel his breath fanning across your skin, quiet and regular. his deep brown hair are in a mess, strands covering his forehead and eyes. 

his big hands are laid on your waist, blood creeping up to your face when you realize that you’re naked. you forgot for a second the reason why you were brought here and with who. 

you squirm just a little, but you can’t really escape hendery’s embrace, he holds you too tightly. 

you look up when you hear the sliding door opening and then closing, seeing xiaojun getting back inside, a cigarette in hand. he takes one last drag out of it until he crushes the end into the ashtray placed on the dresser beside him. 

he’s dressed in a large black hoodie and grey sweetpants. when he notices your gaze on him, he smiles at you, surely the first time you’ve ever seen him do it. 

“do you wanna take a shower?” he asks and honestly, it surprises you.

you remember waking up in an empty hotel room, only your bag and clothes laying on the floor, no trace of the men who had taken you away. but now, they’re here, one of them cuddling you in his sleep and the other offering you to wash yourself. 

what changed? why did they stay?

you faintly nod your head. “great, i’m gonna go start it then.” and xiaojun leaves for the bathroom. 

you look around the room and catch the sight of your phone charging on the nightstand nearest to you, extending your arm to grab it without startling hendery’s slumber. you unplug it, bringing it to your face.

you rapidly unlock it and immediately go to your messaging app. 

a big knot forms in your throat and your eyes begin to water when you read the texts from your boyfriend, breaking up with you just after the video was sent.

[wayvchip]

cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.