#dream x dom! reader

[cal-flakes]

hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (24)- Hair Pulling

Scarlet Witch X Reader 18+

Summary: Waking up in her variant's body, Wanda has one thought on her mind. Find her family. What happens when she discovers that in this reality she has a wife not a husband.

Warnings/Tags: Scarlet Witch, Dream walking, Fingering, Oral, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Light Angst

Kinktober Masterlist

Opening her eyes, the red slowly faded back to green while she took in her surroundings, the unfamiliar room catching her interest. Wanda noticed she was now in a bed, soft and gentle breaths coming from the person behind as she moved to sit up right. Her fingers didn’t hold the corruption of the darkhold in this variant, her fingertips free from the black and darkness that stained her hands. Magic still coursed through her body though, bringing a smile to her lips as she tried to get up.

A pair of arms wrapped around her middle, the witch now only noticing how she was in nothing, the only thing covering her body being the thin sheet that covered the bed. A pair of lips pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck, travelling further up the skin till their teeth nibbled on her ear lobe, hands tightening their grip around her middle.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” you rasped out at the shell of her ear, your bare front now flush against her back.

Wanda’s mind practically froze as you continued to press your lips against her skin, her body warming up at the feeling. Her variant was with a woman? Where was Vision? The boys? The darkhold-

“Come on love, I’m sure I could persuade you to stay,” you tease while moving your hand lower on her stomach, Wanda tensing at the touch, trying to ignore the heat building in between her legs. She was here to find her husband and twins, not to fuck whoever was currently in her bed.

“I have to go,” she mutters, turning around to see you, breath hitching slightly at the sight of you. You were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; your body now being raked over by her green eyes that darkened with every second she looked at you, your hands cupping her jaw and angling her head to look into your eyes.

Maybe staying for a little bit wouldn't be such a bad thing.

“Do you?” you murmur, leaning forward slowly and claiming her lips. The kiss was intimate and passionate, something Wanda has craved to feel for so long. You moan when she kisses back hungrily, guiding you onto your back as you smile into the kiss, your fingers threading through her brunette locks and keeping her head close. “I think you could stay a little longer,” you mutter, her hands drifting down your body experimentally.

“I think I could too,” she whispers in response, her fingers now at your hip bone. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy the love and affection you were giving her, pretending for the moment that you were hers and not her variants. “What do you want, Detka?” the low rasp of her voice, accent delicately wrapping around her words making your eyes darken with lust.

“You,” the tone of your voice a breathy sigh as you let your head loll back against the soft mattress, Wanda busying herself with kissing your neck, teeth scraping the juncture of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. Your words make her groan against your skin, moving to kiss the top of your breasts while looking up at you, pure desire swirling in her eyes. “I need you to touch me,” your fingers softly scratch at her scalp, “Fuck me however you want to, just use me love.”

Your words awaken something primal in Wanda, moving up to crash her lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it while her fingers swipe through your folds. Both of you moan at the feeling, her amazed at the abundance of arousal now coating her fingers while you moan at the way her fingers draw circles on your clit perfectly.

“Fuck,” you groan against her lips when she slides a long slender digit inside you, curling it perfectly against your velvety walls to have you squirming under her.

“You like that Detka?” she taunts, repeating the action and hitting the spots that make you see stars, pleasure clouding your mind. “Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you?” A sinful noise escapes you as she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping them in and out of you brutally.

“Yes,” you sigh out, back arching when she slides another digit into you, stretching you out. Your hands move to her back, nails digging into the skin as she crawls down your body, littering it in open mouthed kisses until she reaches your core. Her hot breath fans over you, teasingly kissing around your thighs to have you whimpering under her. “Please,” she licks a stripe up your core, groaning at the taste of you, the addictive sounds pouring out of your mouth encouraging her as she continues to thrust her fingers into you, tongue now swirling around your clit, mouth occasionally sucking on it making you buck against her face. “Oh god Wanda,” your hands move to clutch the sheets next to you, knuckles bleeding white as she eats you out like she’s starved. “I’m going to come,” Wanda merely groans into your dripping core at your words, sending you over the edge as you scream her name, legs trembling around her head as you clamp your thighs around her, rutting against her face to ride your orgasm out.

“Detka,” she moans out when you release her, your arousal now coating the lower part of her face as she moves away from your core. Her eyes gaze down at you, her want and need for you not fulfilled yet. “Turn over,” her voice dropping an octave, you instantly rolling onto your stomach and moaning as you feel a strap on pressing into your ass. You look back to see her magic fading around the conjured-up toy, her kneeling behind you as she teases the tip at your entrance.

“Are you going to take this like a good girl?” she husks out, pushing her hips into you making an unabashed moan reverberate around the room from you. The feeling of the false cock hitting even deeper inside you, Wanda pounding into you from behind makes your brain cloud with the thought of her. One of her hands goes to your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail and pulling on your hair, your head craning back as her hips snap into you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” you moan out, hands grasping at the sheets in front of you for support as she relentlessly thrusts into you. A grunt leaves her lips as she continues to snap her hips into you so hard the whole bed is shaking and smacking against the wall with each thrust. Your body writhes under hers as she drills into you with no mercy, desperate to make you numb with pleasure.

“Look at you stretched out and trembling around me,” she husks out between especially hard thrusts before looking down to see the toy being swallowed up by your needy cunt and groans at the sight. “Taking me so well.”

“Please,” you whimper out, Wanda never wanting to forget the way you sound when she’s fucking you like this. Her other hand moves to press her thumb firmly against your clit, your body squirming at her touch. She tugs on your hair again causing a lewd noise to be ripped from the back of your throat, her thumb never easing up from circling your clit. “Please can I come?” you whimper out, body buzzing with pleasure.

“Come for me,” she pants out, keeping up her pace of pounding into you mercilessly. A scream leaves your lips as you tense, pussy spasming around the toy as her name falls from your lips like a prayer, Wanda slowing down to help you with your aftershocks and not overstimulate you. “Good girl,” she murmurs, moving down to interlock her fingers with yours as she kisses along your back.

When you’re ready, she pulls out of you, magic dissipating the toy away and moving to cradle you in her arms, your face instinctively going to the crook of her neck.

“I love you,” you whisper, making the witch tense.

“I..” your finger moves to press against her lips to quieten her, not wanting her to say it back.

“Shush love,” You pull away from her neck to look her in the eyes, a hand cupping her jaw, “I don’t need you to say it back, I just want you to know I love you, in every universe.” Her brows furrow as she looks at you, tears forming in her eyes at the care and love in yours.

“How did you know?” she whispers, you just smiling softly at her before pressing your forehead to hers, letting her enjoy the intimate moment.

“My Wanda would never fuck me like that,” you tease, “She’s scared I’ll break, but it’s ok because I love the way she makes me feel. I love the way any of you make me feel.” You let her move to your neck, basking in the warmth there as tears threaten to spill, arms snaking around your middle and holding you as close as possible, desperate to feel anything but the pain of her reality.

[yunoclips]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rikupid]

please please please give us sub!jeno PLEASE ON MY KNEES

sub!jeno who is obsessed with eating you out. he finds a way to have his head between your legs no matter where you are, getting off on the way you cry out his name and the way your thighs clamp around his head when you cum. he cares only about making you feel good, lapping messily at your cunt every chance he gets. he’ll come up to you, hands roaming your body, begging in your ear just so he can taste you.

sub!jeno who barely knows how to use his big cock. he’ll beg to fuck you, only to have tears in his eyes because the feeling of being inside you is too much. he stops, whimpering about how close he is, and his face hidden in your neck because of the embarrassment. it always ends with you riding him, cooing about how he’s just a dumb puppy who doesn’t know how to use his cock. he lives for the humiliation!

sub!jeno who can only think about how badly he needs to breed you. all he wants is to fuck you full of his cum, watching it drip out of you once he’s done.

sub!jeno who wears a necklace with your initials on it, serving as a simple but constant reminder of who he belongs to. (sorry i had to add this)

sub!jeno who at first seemed so tough until you finally got him in your bed, reducing him down to nothing but a pathetic mess. he still remembers the first time he cried in bed with you. you were riding him, overstimulating him to the point that it hurt. he could barely keep up, his cock spent after cumming so many times.

a/n: UMMM……. i’m crazy about puppy jeno please i need to fuck him where are my sub puppy jeno truthers😭😭🙏🙏

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 6

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Disrobing, CMNF (clothed male naked female), hamstring stretches (advised by the appropriate medical professional), praise, kink negotiations, kissing, touching over clothes, touching under clothes, explicit consent

“Feelin’ good?”

Simon’s got you laying back on the bed, a thick pillow under your neck and shoulders. You’re still wearing your cami, but he didn’t tell you to keep the pants. You usually don’t wear them for your stretches, so you had shucked them off before it had even occurred to you that maybe you shouldn’t. When glanced at him for his reaction, his eyes had been dark and hungry.

Now, you look at him, looking at you, and feel a bit breathless. “Y-yeah.”

“Green?”

“Green,” you say, a bit more firm. “I’m very comfortable, thank you.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Proposal. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged,” you answer, a little startled. “You want to try something?”

He puts one knee on the bed by your feet. “’M gonna help you. Hold your legs and apply a bit of pressure. Acknowledge.”

“You want to help me with my leg stretches.” You can’t help but feel a bit nervous, looking at the muscles in his arms. “You’re going to hold my legs, and also apply some pressure.”

“You’re going to tell me when it feels good, and when it feels bad,” he continues. “Use your scale. Acknowledge.”

God, he’s so good to you. Your lower back releases tension you didn’t know you were still holding. “I’m going to use my scale to tell you how it feels. Three is perfect, one is way too light, five is way too hard. Acknowledged.”

He coaxes you to bend your legs as he climbs fully on the bed, until your left thigh is over one of his, your other foot wedged under his shin. The memory foam dips under your own weight, but it feels like the whole bed is tipping to accommodate him. You’re not sure where to look as he plants a hand by your shoulder, blocking out the rest of the room.

He touches the back of your knee and you jump.

“Easy,” he whispers. His thumb sweeps over the front of your thigh before he lifts with the barest pressure. When your calf is cradled under his arm, he asks. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you rasp. Swallow. Try again. “Yeah. One.”

He pushes your knee up toward your diaphragm, then pulls your leg straight. “Hips,” he rumbles.

You glance down between you at where his shirt and sweatpants are making a valiant effort of keeping everything contained. “Uh huh.”

The hand on the bed comes up to cup your chin. He chuckles down at you. “Keep your ‘ips lined up right, Bambi.”

It’s the eye contact. It’s all the physical contact. It’s the day catching up to you. Whatever it is, your body lights up and your brain shuts off. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Fuck.” He rumbles, shuffling forward and pulling your ass into the cradle of his thighs. When you try to wiggle, to feel him where he’s half hard against you, he uses his grip on your leg to hold you still. “So polite. My good girl. Can you be patient for me?”

You whine, one of your hands coming up to grip his forearm. “Please?”

“Gotta do your stretches first,” he rumbles. “That was the deal. TV, stretches, then the reward. Acknowledge.”

His grip on you is easy and solid. The way you’re folded under him means you’re well and truly stuck. You push the shin of your bent leg against his inner thigh and shiver when he doesn’t even twitch. “Please?”

“Stretches first,” he chuckles, pressing his thumb to your lips. “When I make you come, I don’t want to hurt you. Acknowledge.”

If he looks down, he is going to see how wet you are through your panties. “Acknowledged. Stretches first.”

“And…?”

And? You freeze in the act of touching the tip of your tongue to his thumb. “Uh. Unsure?”

“Keep your hips even,” he reminds you, enunciating as he stares into your eyes. “Acknowledge.”

“Keep my hips even,” you answer. You lick the pad of his thumb. It’s calloused and salty, and you want it in your mouth. “Acknowledged.”

“Good girl.”

He sits back enough to lift your left leg until your calf is on his shoulder, your knee slightly bent. And then he leans forward, bracing your leg until it straightens, incrementally.

Years ago, even this gentle pull to your hamstrings would have had you crying. Now, there’s the slightest burn as you flex your foot. You let him push until that burn spikes, and then you tap his arm twice. “Three, right there.”

“Good,” he rumbles. “Thirty seconds. You can do it, pretty girl.”

You could hold this position for an hour if he praises you through it. And he does, hushed words and gentle kisses pressed to whatever part of your leg he can reach. Your muscles relax into the position in record time. And then he’s easing back, massaging the back of your thigh and coaxing your knee to bend.

“Number.”

“Three,” you mumble as he switches sides, pulsing your right leg in preparation. “Two point eight.”

“Good girl.”

Your right leg does not want to move like the other one, probably as a result of sleeping on the floor. Simon notices almost before you do, doesn’t push you leg as far back as the other.

“Three point two,” you tell him before he can prompt you. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath as he pulls back the barest hint. “Good, good. Three.”

His hands are large and warm, one on the front of your lifted thigh, the other on your opposite hip. His thumb slips under the edge of your cami, rubbing back and forth. You let yourself focus on the rhythm of it, timing your breaths with the way his calluses drag against your skin. Sooner than you expect, he’s bringing your leg back down.

When you open your eyes, Simon is already looking at you. You’re not sure what he’s seeing. Before you can stop it, your brain says nothing he’s impressed by. Looking at his upper arms, which are almost as big around as your thighs, you feel distinctly unremarkable. Simon is so big. He has so many scars. He’s literally a hero. And here he is helping you with your hip mobility. God, how pathetic-

“Back to me,” Simon rumbles. He drops your legs on either side of his hips and leans forward to take your face in one hand again. “C’n almost see your mind racing, Bambi. Where’d you go?”

He’s hard against you, so big through the few layers between you that your head spins. It takes you a moment to parse out the question. When you do, you avoid his eyes. “M’ sorry.”

Simon’s other arm slides under your lower back, anchoring you closer as he rocks his hips down into yours. “Are you?”

Words gone, you gasp an affirmative noise. When your hands come up to grasp at his arm and his shoulder, he rewards you with another roll of his hips and a deep groan. He lets you grind up against him, startling another soft noise out of you.

This time, when he kisses you, he licks into your mouth immediately. His hand tilts your face where he wants it as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. All you can do is hold on. And even that becomes tenuous when he pushes your panties aside to grab a palm full of your ass.

The next roll of his body into yours is is the perfect friction against your clit. You surprise yourself with the noise you make as your hips buck into him without your input. The leg you wrap around his his waist gives you the leverage to chase the feeling, until the kiss ends as abruptly as it started.

Hands wrapped around your heaving sides, Simon sits back on his heels, his own breaths coming deep and ragged. His eyes are so dark as he looks over you. You gasp as his right slides up, pushing at your shirt, until he can swipe a thumb over your nipple.

“Thought I was ‘aving an ‘ard time styain’ disciplined before,” he chuckles as he squeezes at your skin. “Look’t you.” The flimsy shirt gets bunched up around your collar bones as he pets and pinches gently at you. “So fuckin’ soft, made for spoilin’. ‘Ow’m I supposed to keep focused?”

When he pinches your nipple again, you whine. “Simon, please!”

“Gotta do one more set, Bambi,” he chides, one hand sliding down to tease at the edge of your panties. When you whine again, he shushes you gently. “I know. “Y’re a good girl. Been waiting so patiently for your reward. So I have a proposal. Acknowledge.”

“Yes,” you gasp. At this point, you’ll do whatever he wants. “Okay. We can do it.”

“No,” he corrects, pulling at your nipple, just enough to make your back arch. “Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged!” You moan when his pinching fingers go light and gentle again.

“Gonna keep doing your stretches,” he tells you, as he tugs your panties over the curve of your ass. He nods, and you can’t help but nod along, arching to let him pull them up your thighs. “An’ since you’re being so good, you can ‘ave one o’ my fingers in that pretty cunt.”

[st4rryhyuck]

Only For Me

Paring 〉best friend Jeno x Fem reader

Warnings 〉unprotected sex, choking, ass! Slapping, mirror sex, dom jeno, dumbification, pet names (doll, baby), breeding kink? More of a cum kink ig?, language, jeno undressing you, after care, possessive Jeno, breaking and entering? (Not really since he has a key)

Genre 〉Smut and semi-fluff?

Summary 〉Mid-terms were stressing you out causing you to not pay mind to your phone. Your best friend couldn’t stand you ignoring him so he puts it into his own hands to figure out what’s wrong.

You’ve been flooded with work now that mid-terms started, and all hell broke loose. You’ve been so busy you haven’t had the chance to text anyone back or even have some time for yourself.

It’s been around 3 days of you just studying, turning in assignments, then sleeping as soon as your head touches your pillows.

You drag your feet on the ground as you tiredly walk into your apartment, after hours of daydreaming about your bed you’ll finally get to sleep.

Placing your bag down you look into your kitchen and see jeno sitting on the countertop “FUCK” you yell as you jump back slightly.

“Hey calm down it’s just me, remember I have a key” he shrugs as he bites into an apple “no shit Sherlock it’s you” you roll your eyes as your annoying best friend jumps off the counter and walks up to you.

“Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls or texts? As your best friend, I think that’s prohibited”

You chuckle at his words, pushing past him and walking into your room. You don’t want to deal with his bickering right now, you just want to sleep.

“I’ve been really busy jeno. Mid-terms are kicking my ass right now I’m sorry I haven’t been texting you” you shrug.

He leans onto your door frame, watching you intently as you rummage through your clothes “just let me know next time yeah? I thought you ran away or something” he dramatically fake cries.

“Trust me I wish I could” you smile as you turn to him and see his eyes trailing down your body.

It was obvious both of you have had some sexual tension. Whenever Karina would tease you about him you’d always say “he’s my best friend” as if that stopped your mind from imagining him fucking you into oblivion.

Jeno on the other hand enjoyed being teased by everyone about you. Whenever renjun would tease him about hearing him in his room at night, Moaning your name as he fucked himself into his hand, the image of you looking up at him while he fucked your pretty face always made him loud. He didn’t care much about renjuns jokes.

“Are you going to watch me get naked or what? Get out” you roll your eyes as you shoo him off. “I mean I’ll watch if you let me” jeno coos.

You turn around, back facing him as you lean forward and pull your pants down, making sure to arch your ass up for him to see your panties shifting slightly.

He groans at your movements, closing the door behind him as he sits on your bed “come” he hums as he signals you to him with his finger.

You stand in front of him, eyes staring into his as you smile at him “let me do it” he nods as his fingers cuff the hem of your lace panties. The soft cloth glides down your skin as he groans at the sight of your bare pussy.

His mouth watering as he sees you squeeze your legs together “this is what best friends do right?” He mocks. You don’t say a word as he stands up, his hands massaging your hips before he pulls your shirt over your head.

You moan at the feeling of his thumb touching your boob ever so slightly. His eyes shoot to you as soon he heard you. “Turn”

His hands land on your hips, his hands massaging your sides as he turns you around. Your eyes moved up to the mirror that stood in front of you.

You hear him chuckle as he looks up at your reflection, looking into your eyes as he rubs your shoulders.

“You’ve been overworking yourself huh?” He hums softly, his fingers unclipping your bra and dropping it to the ground.

You stand naked in front of him and can’t help but get nervous. He was fully clothed as he had you in his grasp.

“Look so fucking pretty like this, always hoped to see you like this” he smiles. You feel his lips press a soft kiss onto your shoulder, jolts of nerves rushing through you as he scatters them higher.

His lips latch onto your neck, his eyes still glued to yours through the mirror as he pushes you against the vanity where your mirror stood.

You can feel his cock pressing against your ass “I’ll make sure you get a good night's sleep” jeno purrs as he wraps his hand around your throat.

His movements are gentle as he makes sure you feel every single thing he does to you “need you to look in the mirror ok? Don’t take your eye off it”

You nod in compliance as his hands rub up your lower back, pushing you down and arching your ass up. He didn’t break eye contact doing it, he loved the way you let out the smallest breath with every touch.

His eyes move down to your pussy as he kicks your legs apart for a better view, he’s practically lifting you off the ground with his grip “this is what you’ve been needing yeah? You need your best friend buried inside your pussy?”

You clench around nothing at his words, just imagining him finally fucking you full made you wet. “Yes” you pant out pathetically “I know you did, just wanted you to admit it” Jeno chuckles.

“Been needing this more than you”, his eyes connecting with yours as he said it. “Gonna let me fuck you doll? Or do you want me to help you change into some clothes?” He smiles.

You whine at his questions, you soon remember he is still that annoying jeno even when he’s rock-hard and pressing himself against your cunt.

“Fuck me jeno please” you whine looking into the mirror, your eyes pleading up at him as his expression goes blank.

His eyes burned into you as he takes in the neediness of your whines as you begged him to fuck you “need you to cum in me please”

As soon as he heard those words his pants hit the ground, his grip on your hips rougher than it was before as he pressed himself onto you through his boxers.

He grips you by the neck, pinning you up to his chest as he holds your face tightly “feel what you do to me? Driving me fucking crazy” he hisses as he rocks onto your ass.

You let out a whine when you see him push his boxers down “eyes on the mirror doll” he purrs into your ear before pushing back onto the vanity.

He runs two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing it onto your hole. You bite onto your hand as you feel his fingers push inside you.

“I wanna hear you” he hisses, pulling your hands behind your back with his free hand. He pulls his fingers out, licking your slick off his fingers in a hum.

Jeno can’t believe this was happening. He told himself if this happened he would try and be gentle with you but of course, you had to say “need you to cum in me”. He hated that he knew once you said that his self-control would be out the window.

He had somewhat of a breeding kink. He didn’t want children but he loved to think about fucking you full of his loads until you leaked onto his sheets.

He adjusts himself between your folds, rubbing his cock through your folds as he scratches down your back. He looks up at you with a smile as he slams into you, your eyes roll back as you feel him stretched you.

His mind went dizzy feeling you squeeze around him, he knew it would feel a little painful for you but he didn’t care, he just slammed into you without giving you a second to adjust.

He was telling himself to be gentle but the other voice in him was louder, his hips slapping onto your ass as his grip lifts you off the ground slightly with his hard thrusts.

Your hands try to grip onto anything they could as he fucks you onto the vanity. “J- Jen-“ you cry out, scratching at his arms in bliss. The mix of pain and pleasure makes you whine, a hard smack lands on your ass as your eyes move away from the mirror.

“What did I tell you?” Jeno hisses, your eyes weakly moving up to his as he fucks you senseless. “Good girl”

You feel yourself throbbing around him, his hands still pinning your hands behind your back making your arms hurt.

You try and hold onto his hand for him to slow down but he takes your hand and holds it instead. You realized how much you needed that, his eyes softening as he looks at you “love you so much” he whispers as he fucks you harder.

A jumbled mess comes out of you as you try and hint that you were close, your legs a complete mess as both of you make complete mess out of each.

A smile grew on jenos face as he looks down and sees how messy you both were, your slick all over his thighs and his cock coated making it so easy for him to fuck you.

Jeno's name spills out of you, your voice sounding like music to his ears as you beg and whine his name out. He could get used to hearing that a lot more, he knows he’d sleep better if he knew he’d be the only one who can hear it.

“You’re mine doll, no one can see you like this, no one can hear you like this. Only me yeah?” He hisses.

“Yes yes yes yes”

You couldn’t even think about anyone when you were with jeno and now with him inside you, you can’t even form one coherent thought.

“That’s my girl”

Your body shakes from overstimulation, jenos thrusts getting sloppy as you look into the mirror with everything drained out of you.

His raspy moans echo through the room as he slips in and out, his hips jittering as he finally let's go. His warm cum spills into your pussy as he holds you still.

His eyes closed shut and throws his head back in pleasure. You groan as you see the sweat run down his forehead. His mouth hung open as he pumps loads into you.

Your head finally falls back down, deep breaths from both of you as he finally pulls out. His eyes are blown out as he sees his cum leaking out of you.

He can already feel himself getting hard again at the sight of your cum filled pussy, the soft shaking of your legs making it an even better view.

You can feel him leaking out of you as your thighs squeeze together. Jeno turns you around slowly, connecting his lips to yours as soon as you face him.

He flits you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom. You shake your head thinking he was going to want shower sex, you couldn’t even process getting fucked again.

“Gonna clean you up baby, I’ll fuck you in the shower tomorrow, right now you rest”

[ahtae]

backstage entanglement (t.y)

warnings: sweaty sex, mirror sex, vaping, very very hot, pussy eating, slight getting caught kink (forgot what it's called)

this is nothing but a very messy drabble but imagine being backstage after a concert with Taeyong and he's sweaty and a tad stressed because he messed up so he's vaping and leaned back on the couch, head tipped to the sky. You want to help him so you straddle his legs and take his cock out of his pants. He quirks an eyebrow at you asking you what you're doing, claiming someone might see you two. You smirk, snaking your hands up his torso, stopping at each tattoo to run your hands over the ink. "Anything you need?" You quote. "Any fantasy," you smirk, beginning to take his length in your mouth. He groans, taking another puff of his vape before blowing it over you, the entire room smelling like watermelon. He eventually has you bent over vanity desk, pumping in and out of you furiously. Taeyong pulls your hair, forcing you to look at how much of a mess you are as he drills into you. The entire room is growing to a boiling temperature and even the mirror begins to fog up. Soon you are unable to see yourself in it. Your whole body is covered in sweat and you and Taeyong and sliding against each other as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, the heated makeout eventually landing on the couch. Taeyong pushes you back, wrapping your legs around his shoulders and lifting you towards his mouth while he devours your pussy — completely ravenous for you. You're not even laying on the couch anymore, your back is airborne as Taeyong wraps his hands around thighs, holding you up and forcing you to squeeze around his head so he can get the weightless feeling he needs.

[bellatrixscurls]

warnings : nsfw. pat is going to stanford in this one.

i’m thinking of poly!artrick where patrick is always so cocky and smug, but the moment you guys fuck, he goes completely dumb.

he isn’t the cheeky little shit he always is as soon as you and art’s hands are on him. whether it be a blowjob, proper fucking or even neck kisses.

patrick turns into a blabbing mess, whimpering and pleading with you and art to make him cum, to touch him.

“please- oh please, lovie- please touch me, just please” and he begs so prettily that even when art’s trying to tease him, you convince him to eventually give in (and viceversa). of course, not until you see those pretty teary eyes of his.

“oh, sweetheart. look at him, it’s almost like he isn’t the same patrick that was teasing you under the table earlier” you tell art, acting as if patrick wasn’t even there, causing him to whimper against his boyfriend’s neck. he was such a fucking slut.

and the blonde smirks, squeezing on pat’s balls, kneading them. “he was just needy, y/n/n. he never meant to embarrass me in class. right, honey?” his eyes locked with patrick’s, who was resting his head against his shoulder. the boy hummed, looking up at art with adoration.

“never meant to make you upset with me- ah!” he started apologetically, but couldn’t hold back his moans as you opened your mouth wide and took him in all at once. “so good! thank you, t-thank you, y/n/n.”

“that’s a good boy, pat. i think i might like you better like this.”

[dreamtuna]

You’re lying next to Levi in bed, the covers pushed back so they’re pooled around your ankles. The cool night air tickles your skin now that it was getting colder. You had tried to pull them up over you but like usual he had demanded this. He’s propped up on his elbow, his other hand wandering up and down your chest. Gentle, teasing. His nails barely graze your skin. He lightly squeezes your breast but his gaze never leaves yours. He loves the way your cheeks flush with warmth, the way your lips part slightly for him, the way the softest gasp leaves you. But he loves your eyes most of all. His thumb plays with your nipple, flicking lightly over it in slow, deliberate motions. You can’t help but push your breasts towards him. Your subconscious demands more.

But just as you’re really getting into it his hand starts to trail away. Fingers ghost down your stomach. It tickles ever so slightly, your body jerking away, punctuated with more soft gasps.

He chuckles.

Oh… You can’t help but freeze at such a beautiful, rare sound. Your breath catches in your throat and you realise you’d do anything to hear it again. He’s always like music to you, but the beautiful melody of his laugh just makes you melt. You must really be blessed because you had been hearing it a lot more recently. Just for you.

Your eyes are locked with his. His scars are barely visible in the shadows his face is hidden in, but his eye twinkles at you. Your core feels like it’s going to erupt. You’ve been shifting your hips towards him without even realising it, only noticing when his firm grasp falls on you and halts your motions. You want him so badly, but he is always so insistent on taking it slow. He’s not used to the world now, the idea of peace strange and unfamiliar to him, but with you he can savour every moment. Only with you.

Your hands reach out to his chin, tilting his head slightly so the light better catches his features. His brows begin to furrow but before he can complain you close the distance and kiss him gently.

You would wait an eternity for his touch as long as you could spend it right beside him like this.

[ch3rryc4ndy]

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On Me

Paring: Haechan dom! Bf x Braty Fem Gf

Genre: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmh baby feels s- warm”

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

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

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

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

You swallow everything he gave you with a smile.

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

[cal-flakes]

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— freshly manicured feet padded against the floorboards as you neared his office, extra careful to avoid the squeaky ones, hesitant to disrupted the quiet taps of rafe’s fingers against his laptop. as though you were your own worst enemy, you winced, losing your balance — heel driving directly into one of the few boards that was known to creek.

“thought you went to bed kid” he muttered, eyes refusing to withdraw from his screen whilst his lips pulled together in focus. despite his distant mumbles, you followed through, head poking around the door with a meek expression, pushing him to relent.

your eyes gleamed as his pulled away from his work —finally. “m’busy doll, wha’s up” he sighed, allowing his shoulders to relax into the cushioned chair for the first time that day. taking his sudden ease as an invitation, your tip-toes turned into skips, quickly finding your self stood between his legs as he gazed up at you. “jus’ missed you rafey, haven’t seen you much t’day” you all but pleaded, yearn laced in your words.

a condescending snort left you frowning as your fingers toyed with the hem of your fluffy robe. “s’that right?” he smirked, snaking an arm around your bare thigh before pulling you closer effortlessly. “mhm”

“c’mere, m’almost done” he assured as he adjusted himself on the seat, allowing you to slot your knees in beside him. “good girl, won’t be long, alright kid?” he huffed, pressing a gentle peck to your neck as you nuzzled into his, nodding softly as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

[pray4saint]

could I get a tall Americano, with a donut and extra sugars <3

sapnap's kinks

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+ bondage. mention of a daddy kink. sir/superiority kink. brat tamer!sap. some bdsm dynamic. sub!sapnap. breeding kink. begging.

a/n. i ended up picking a few kinks i think he has since you didn't specify!

number one this mf & bondage oh my lord (actually has me rolling around the floor kicking my feet and giggling

i think sapnap loves having your hands bound behind you and over your head and no i will not be taking questions, thats just how it is

however, he's even bigger on being tied up himself / wrists tied to the bed frame and, physically unable to resist what you do, but don't get it twisted, even being tied up he's often in control

”y'gonna be good and listen to me?” he asks as you pull on one end of the silk, tightening it around his wrist. ”yes sir.” you climb onto the bed and straddle his chest. ”good, now c'mere and give me a kiss.”

daddy kink this daddy kink that but what about his sir/superiority kink??? like yes he's loves it when you call him daddy but when you call him sir???? he absolutely goes feral, almost turning more service dom than anything, that's just how he is

when you call him sir, even outside the bedroom he just gets this urge to give you everything and pet your head and kiss your hand and make you feel good just to hear you say it again

your hands and wrapped tightly in your boyfriend's locks as he goes down on you. ”sir, please!” he perks up at you, pulling his mouth away. ”say it again.” ”wh-what?” ”you heard me. say it, again.”

brat tamer!sapnap, absolutely exists and when he's gentle about you breaking the rules it's a little manipulative but not enough to be recognised as a red flag

”y/n, what did i say about touching yourself when i'm not around?” his voice shocked you and you opened your eyes, immediately retracting your hand from your sex. ”uh- uhm..” you knew what the rules were, but your mind was so hazy you couldn't think of the words. ”it's alright, i know you didn't mean to leave me out, right baby?” you shake your head no at him. ”what? no, course not.”

he doesn't have a whole lot of rules but there are times you decide it'll be fun to test his patience and he's absolutely ruthless (aka hard dom!sapnap)

you'd been going at it for hours, your hole was swollen and your boyfriend's cum was leaking out, your face was covered in tears, your ass was red, and you were so overstimulated you were getting close to passing out. ”you knew better than to be touching yourself without me.” he ran his hand over your ass soothingly, although it only stung from the amount of times he'd spanked you. ”and on top of it you couldn't just apologise. you just had to throw a fit right?” you whine at him and he chuckles. ”such a stupid little whore.”

physically sensitive!sub!sapnap and degration btw / sapnap who loves it when you call him pathetic for grinding against you while you sat in his lap or when you call him a whore for needing to go jerk off in the bathrooms after your hand ever so gently grazed over his crotch

also sub!sapnap who begs you to let him cum inside you over and over because he just wants to make you feel so full

that's it guys, that's the post and you can all get back to your smut searching

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[yunoclips]

“Don’t be nervous markie. I would never hurt you or do anything that you don’t like.” You say in a comforting tone as you hover over your boyfriends cock. You try to be as assuring as you can considering Mark is a virgin.

Losing his virginity is a very big deal for him and you feel honored that he trusts you enough to go through this with him. Mark is such a person pleaser and you know he struggles with communicating his needs and wants.

You’re here to change that though. This experience is all about him and you plan on making it unforgettable.

“You want this right mark?” You ask.

He nods his head but that’s not enough for you. You need him to be positive and confident in his decisions.

“I need words baby.” You continue.

“I-i want this. Just a little nervous t-that’s all” He says in a shaky jumble of words. His chest is rising rapidly and sweat is starting to form on his hair line. This won’t do.

You scoop two fingers under his chin and tilt his head up so that he has no other choice but to look you in the eye. Then you lean your head in to the point where you can feel his breath fanning over your mouth. The tips of your noses touching.

“You want this right?” You say. More firm this time.

“Yes”. He responds quickly.

“You want this because you want to feel good. I know you like to feel good baby.” You pause leaning into his ear to whisper. You can hear his breath hitch.

“Always making everyone else feel good but never yourself. All i’ve ever wanted was to make it about you.” You continue. Placing open mouthed kisses to the side of his face causing his body to slightly jerk. You separate your lips from his cheek and move your head to whisper in his other ear.

“I promise it’ll feel good. I’ll make it nice and special just for you. You deserve it all markie.”

And before he’s able to answer, you sink down on his cock. You lift yourself up planting two hands on his chest. Monitoring his face closely checking for any signs of discomfort. He lays there with his mouth agape. Taking a slow deep breath before he begins to breathe erratically. His eyes roll back a little before they refocus on your face.

You try to lift yourself just a bit but two hands planting your hips down prevents you from doing so.

“W-wait , fuck please just w-wait. I-i think i’m gonna c-cum already fuck” He says in a panicked manner as he stares at the ceiling slightly zoned out.

"It's okay baby , whenever you're ready." With that you continue your motions. Bouncing up and down in a slow pace. Mark's moans turn from mewls and whimpers into choked gurgles. You could see tears start to form along his water line. A small line of drool dribbles down his cheek as he continues to have his mouth open.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you. His abdomen contracting in harsh patterns. His thighs were constantly flexing themselves. He was really close. He wasn't able to form a coherent word in his mind. All he could feel was an earth shattering pleasure he has never felt before.

Leaning down while continuing your up and down movements , Your mouth latches to one of his hardened nipples. Carefully sucking the bud in your mouth and running your tongue around it in circular patterns.

While you use your mouth on him you bring your other hand up to pinch the opposite nipple.

The combination of you bouncing on his cock and his nipples being stimulated sends him over the edge.

It begins with a completely stiffened body. On the outside it looks like his entire body had caught a bad cramp from how stiff he was. All you could hear was gurgled noises. As if he was choking on his own saliva. His eyes went completely cross eyed. In his world everything stopped.

His ears were ringing. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest. The feeling in his stomach was so intense that he stopped breathing for a second. Everything was all too much at once , and before he knew it his world went black.

When he regains his conscious he opens his eyes. Staring at the ceiling for a bit before turning his head. There you were sitting beside him softly caressing your hands through his messy hair. Before he had a chance to ask any questions, you spoke up.

"Hi" You say in a light hearted tone. Cheeky smile planted across your face going from ear to ear. Voice as smooth as honey.

"Hey." He replies with a sluggish smile painted across his face. He is so in love.

[rikupid]

sloppy seconds (study buddies pt. 2)

wc: 4.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

haechan: we need 2 talk

haechan: about the bet.

doyoung: oh?

haechan: ur lucky she even agreed

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

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

haechan: [address attached]

when doyoung comes over, it’s awkward.

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

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

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

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

“thanks for coming over to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

haechan feels stuck when he stares back at doyoung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tags: @haetrack @beidouvv

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ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜꜱᴛ (ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ)

🟪 ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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

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

🟪 ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ : ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, (ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ)

🟪 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're all mine, now."

[hopelessrromantix]

kinktober day 1 - somnphilia

somno obviously, not much prep, not gendered but reader has a dick

cis women dni

“Morpheus?”

Silence.

What a rare sight, Morpheus actually letting himself rest.

He was surely somewhere in the Dreaming. He was much weaker asleep than he was awake, but it meant he had to let himself relax. Mostly because he couldn’t perform his usual duties while sleeping himself.

Usually you wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep, but upon finding out that Morpheus can still feel what happens to his body he was practically begging for this.

You started small, light touches that hopefully wouldn't alert him. If anything he'd think you were shifting in your sleep. Your hands skimmed his hips and brushed his collarbone, not enough to give away your plans.

His back was against your chest, his body more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. His clothes were much lighter, though still the signature black color you never saw him without.

The small touches didn't go unnoticed, but they didn't disturb him either. Perfect.

You grew a bit more daring, sliding your fingers into your own mouth before dipping your hand into his pants.

Your finger softly traced the rim of his hole before dipping in, stretching him slowly. No noise so far, but time was sure to be limited before Morpheus decided to come back.

You dipped another finger in slowly, eventually adding a third. Soft moans came out of his mouth, just above a whisper.

You fully slid down his pants, lining yourself up and sinking into him slowly.

That elicited a much louder moan, and for a moment you were certain he'd woken up.

Still nothing. Wherever Morpheus was in the Dreaming, it seemed like he was having fun with this too.

Given the lack of intervention, you stopped being subtle.

Your hips snapped into his, forcing your cock deeper into him. He was tight around you, slowly clenching as you continued to fuck into him.

"Is this your idea of relaxing?"

His voice surprised you, though it sounded strained. You slammed your hips against him again, prompting a much louder moan.

"Well I was having fun," you smirked. "Couldn't help fucking you when you look so pretty."

You grabbed his hips, changing your position. You knelt behind him, facing him into the pillow as you kept going.

He whined at the compliment. "Touch me?" He pleaded, voice breaking slightly with each thrust.

"Ask nicely." You pulled him back onto your cock, thrusting forward at the same time. He let out a much louder whine.

"Touch me please? Please?"

You chuckled at the eager sound of his begging.

"No, sweetheart. You can cum on my cock alone, can't you baby?"

His whine was more like a whimper this time.

"I want an answer." You clarified, stopping your hips.

"Yes, I'll cum without you touching me." He responded, trying to drive his hips back.

"Good boy."

You were going to drive him mad.