#hendery fanfiction

[keehomania]

hiiya! can i please please ask for something, ANYTHING about hendery? i kinda want to see him subby, but it’s more like him being whipped but then he takes the lead. do whatever you want with this

SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

✧°, MDNI

field trips were often the same, no matter the school. Herding into buses with chatter buzzing, students bemoaning the long ride or rolling their eyes at the thought of a mundane museum tour. a typical day out of the classroom, yet not much different from sitting at a desk. teachers barely holding the reins, students sneaking off for a smoke or gossip in secluded corners. for most, it was a rare break from monotony. these excursions usually ceased after the third year of high school, as if to mark a rite of passage into adulthood, where such frivolities no longer held space. but your university—oh, it was different.

here, nothing followed tradition, least of all the idea that field trips were for the young and naive. your university wasn’t bound by convention, and why would it be? prestige and wealth had a way of bending the rules. field trips continued well into your final years, an indulgence rather than an obligation, a reflection of the privilege sewn into the very fabric of your life. you didn’t mind. in fact, you’d grown to love it, this life shaped by the whims of the rich.

money came easy, after all. so did publicity and popularity, two byproducts of your academic brilliance and sharp athleticism. it all fit together like a carefully crafted puzzle, each piece adding another layer to your identity. it was a package deal—the intelligence, the skill. you had learned to navigate it seamlessly, embracing the unspoken power it gave you. you knew exactly who you were and how to wield that knowledge to your advantage.

your only flaw, some would say, was that you were a bitch. you weren’t ashamed of it. why should you be? the world you lived in didn’t reward kindness; it rewarded control. and you had control in spades. no one had their way with you—no one ever would. you were sharp, unyielding, and yes, at times cruel. it wasn’t something you denied, not even to yourself. the whispers in the hallways, the glances exchanged in the bathroom as girls fixed their lipstick in the mirror—it was all the same. they called you a bitch, and you owned it. better to be feared than forgotten.

the only person who didn’t seem to see you through that lens was kunhang. where others whispered behind your back or trembled in your presence, he adored you. bright and bubbly, he was the rare exception, the one who refused to believe you were anything but assertive. he defended you relentlessly, as if worshipping your very existence. he was infatuated, and it showed in every wide-eyed gaze, every laugh that burst from his lips when you were near.

you had thought it was natural for a boyfriend to be protective, to spin the narrative in your favor, but kunhang wasn’t faking it. he looked at you as though you hung the moon, as though every sharp word and cool glance only added to the mystique that made you irresistible. whipped didn’t even begin to cover it. he was enamored, and while you didn’t let many get close, he had earned his place. perhaps it was his earnestness, or maybe the way he never flinched in the face of your cutting remarks. he didn’t just accept you as you were; he adored you for it.

you allowed yourself to be softer around him, just a little. when his hand found yours, you didn’t pull away. at first, the gesture had felt awkward—foreign even—but over time, you grew to hold it with pride. kunhang, ever affectionate, was quick to pull you in for a kiss or wrap you in a hug, and while you rarely initiated, you never denied him. his adoration was intoxicating in its simplicity, and in those moments, you almost forgot the weight of your reputation. you almost forgot that in the eyes of everyone else, you were untouchable, untamable—a bitch with no patience for weakness. but with him, you let yourself lean into something softer, even if just for a moment.

the only reason you had walked hand-in-hand through the dense forest toward the campsite, surrounded by your classmates, was because of him. kunhang’s grip on your hand was tighter than yours, but you didn’t mind. his smile, bright and pure, was contagious enough to make you forget the slight discomfort of the heat or the uneven path beneath your feet. as you both neared the site, his eyes lit up with barely contained excitement. “we’re gonna share a tent, right?” his voice was laced with eagerness, the undertone making your smile widen.

“i was thinking of sleeping alone,” you teased, letting your tone carry an air of false seriousness. for a moment, you saw his grin falter, a frown quickly replacing the earlier joy, and you nearly regretted your words. “i’m just kidding,” you added, the corner of your lips quirking upwards as relief washed over him, his radiant smile returning.

the campsite was nestled between towering trees, their branches draping like a protective canopy over the rows of tents that your classmates had begun setting up. the scent of pine hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the damp ground beneath your feet. it was simple, perhaps too simple for a group as accustomed to luxury as yours, but there was a certain charm in the ruggedness. the makeshift fire pit in the center of the site flickered with the beginnings of a small flame, casting long shadows across the clearing. logs arranged in a circle around it served as seats for your group, who laughed and chatted as they worked to establish a sense of comfort in the wilderness.

you leaned back in your folding chair, watching as hendery—no, kunhang, to everyone else—struggled momentarily with the tent’s poles. his tongue poked out in concentration, brows furrowed in determination. it was amusing, the way he worked so hard, so focused. he wanted everything to be perfect, to prove himself capable. and you—well, you were perfectly content admiring him from a distance.

“nice job, kunhang,” a voice chimed in from nearby, and you turned to see one of the girls from your class offering him a thumbs-up, her face lit with a smile. she seemed harmless enough, but the sight of her addressing him so familiarly made something inside you tighten. to everyone else, he was kunhang, the boy with the easy laugh and friendly demeanor. but to you? he was hendery, your hendery. the nickname was yours alone, something intimate that others had no right to touch.

“keep walking,” you snapped, your voice sharp enough to slice through the air like a whip. the girl’s smile faltered, her eyes darting to her friend for support before they both hurried off, the lightness in their steps fading into an awkward shuffle. hendery couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from his lips, amused by the situation. he glanced at you, eyes filled with that familiar adoration, but said nothing.

the dinner that followed was as expected. adequate. passable. you couldn’t expect much from camp food, after all. it was edible, at least, and that was enough for the evening. you ate in silence, content to let the sounds of the forest and the chatter of your classmates fill the gaps. hendery, on the other hand, watched you with a quiet smile, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a secret. you met his gaze, raising an eyebrow as you chewed. “what? is my makeup creasing?” you asked, feigning concern while your eyes glinted with humor.

he smiled softly, shaking his head. “i have to stare,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. “you’re so beautiful.” compliments had always come easily to you, especially in this world of wealth and admiration. but his words—his simple, unadorned praise—held a different weight. they felt genuine in a way that made your heart stutter, your cheeks warming under the softness of his gaze. you could never quite get used to it, no matter how often he said it. there was something about the way he looked at you, something that made you feel seen in a way that was both flattering and unsettling.

tonight, though, his gaze lingered too long, and it wasn’t just admiration that danced behind his eyes. there was something more—something heated, almost guilty. his eyes roamed, caught on the way your shorts hugged your legs, the loose strands of hair framing your face in the gentle evening breeze, the smudged remnants of your makeup after a long day outdoors. it was nothing special, nothing you hadn’t worn a hundred times before, yet his gaze made you feel exposed, almost vulnerable. you knew that look. it wasn’t just admiration; it was something far more intense, far more complicated.

“you must like me a lot if you think i look good like this,” you teased lightly, finishing the last of your meal before rising to take your bowl away. you expected him to laugh, maybe to throw back a quick retort, but when you glanced down, you saw the unmistakable flush that colored his cheeks, the way his eyes widened in sudden panic. it was an accidental glance, something you hadn’t meant to see—but there it was. the bulge in his sweats was impossible to miss, painfully obvious, and the shade of crimson that darkened his face only confirmed it.

“no way,” you scoffed in amusement, the laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. he moved quickly, bringing his hands up to cover himself in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence, but it was too late. his stammered apology came out in broken fragments, his voice shaking with embarrassment. “i’m so— i’m so sorry—” he didn’t know where to look, how to explain, and the sheer mortification on his face was almost enough to make you feel bad for him. almost.

“move your hands,” you commanded, your voice cutting through his flustered panic with the same authority you always carried. hendery hesitated, but he always did as you asked. slowly, shakily, he let his hands fall away, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else had noticed. but it was just the two of you now, and your laughter echoed softly in the quiet space between you. “you’re joking,” you muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. but no, there it was, even more prominent now, standing to attention as if mocking him in his helplessness. you met his gaze again, and his eyes, slick with unshed tears of shame, only made the situation more surreal.

acoffing, you set your bowl down with a sigh before reaching for his hand. you didn’t give him time to react, to protest, as you pulled him out of his seat and away from the others, leading him toward the shadowed cover of the forest. “what are you doing?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, sniffling in confusion. you tugged him along with little regard for his unease. “no one’s looking. come on,” you paused, turning to face him, “don’t cry just yet.”

the forest around you felt silent and still, the distant crackle of the campfire muffled by the heavy, thick air that clung to your skin. you didn’t care about anything else—not the others back at the campsite, not the thin veil of night creeping over the treetops. it was just you and hendery now, and the pounding of his heartbeat that seemed to echo through the night. you pressed him against the rough bark of the tree, the jagged surface biting into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat. his chest rose and fell in uneven, jagged breaths, each one sharper than the last. his eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears of embarrassment, and he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights, his lips quivering as he struggled to hold back.

you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his face, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his whole body trembling beneath your touch. “didn’t i tell you not to cry?” you asked, your voice rough, almost daring him to break the command. the weight of your words lingered in the air between you both, heavy and suffocating.

his response came in the form of a shaky nod, his hands gripping the tree behind him for stability as he wiped hastily at the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. you watched the movement, your gaze unwavering, hard. but then, as you let your eyes drop lower, to the obvious bulge in his sweats, it was impossible to ignore the way it strained against the fabric, pressing insistently as if begging for attention.

you tilted your head slightly, smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “what’s all the fuss?” you murmured, your tone shifting, softening like silk draping over his skin. the change in your voice had an immediate effect on him. you watched as his dick twitched visibly through his sweats, a reaction he couldn’t hide if he tried. a choked sound escaped his lips, something between a gasp and a whimper, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. the embarrassment in his eyes was replaced with something else now—something more primal, more desperate.

“are you really that desperate?” you asked, leaning in closer until your breath was ghosting over his ear, your voice dripping with amusement. “are you that big of a pervert, baby?” your hand dropped lower, nails lightly grazing over the length of his clothed shaft. even through the layers of fabric, you could feel it—the way it pulsed, hard and warm, straining against the confines of his sweats as if begging for more. the touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make him tremble, his knees buckling slightly as he leaned further back against the tree for support.

his mouth fell open as a whimper finally escaped, his head tilting back against the rough bark. “i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice broken and small, almost pleading. “i’m so sorry.” you scoffed, unimpressed by his pitiful apology, and in one swift motion, your touch went from teasing to something far harsher. your hand tightened around his bulge, squeezing with just enough force to make him cry out, a loud, needy moan spilling from his lips before he could stop it. his body jerked against the tree, and his breath came out in shallow, desperate gasps.

“you’re sorry?” you mocked, raising an eyebrow as you loosened your grip just slightly. his face twisted in a mixture of shame and pleasure, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled under your control. “show me how sorry you are.” your words cut through the haze of his mind, and before he had time to process them, you were on him again. your hand tightened once more, eliciting another loud, desperate moan from his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. without warning, your lips crashed against his, silencing his moans as your mouths moved together in a frantic, messy kiss.

he kissed back immediately, unable to restrain himself any longer. his lips moved against yours, hungry, desperate, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body as his mind spiraled out of control. it was all too much—the way your hand gripped him, the way your lips claimed his with such possessive force, the way your body pressed against him, making it impossible to think, impossible to breathe.

every whimper, every moan that slipped from his lips was muffled by your mouth, and you could feel the way his body responded, the way he shuddered under your touch, utterly at your mercy. he kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the only thing keeping him afloat in the suffocating weight of his desire. and you knew, from the way he trembled, from the way he gasped into your mouth, that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

you pulled back from the kiss, leaving him panting, breathless, lips swollen from the frantic mess you’d made of him. his head hung low, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to collect himself, chest heaving with the weight of every desperate breath. his cheeks were stained red, a shade darker than before, and the faint shimmer of tears still clung to his lashes. “look at you,” you whispered, voice low and sharp, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. “what would they think if they saw you like this? if they saw how desperate you are for me?”

your words hit him like a punch, and his whole body tensed against the tree. his eyes shot up to meet yours, wide and panicked, as if the thought of anyone else knowing what was happening between you terrified him more than anything. but there was no escaping it, not now. you could see the conflict in his gaze—the lingering embarrassment colliding headfirst with the raw, unfiltered lust that was consuming him whole. “i—” his voice broke, small and weak, as he struggled to find the words, shaking his head helplessly. “i can’t help it,” he breathed, the confession falling from his lips like a prayer. “i’m desperate for you.”

his answer hung in the air, heavy and thick with tension, and you could see the shame in his eyes, the way he was utterly, hopelessly whipped for you. it was almost pathetic—the way he looked at you, wide-eyed and trembling, like he’d give anything just to feel you again, just to hear you speak his name. “desperate,” you repeated, tasting the word on your tongue, savoring it as you leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his ear. “is that what you are, baby? desperate?”

his breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his throat as he pressed himself harder against the tree, as if trying to disappear into the bark, trying to hide from the humiliation that was burning him from the inside out. but he couldn’t hide—not from you. not when you had him pinned like this, trapped under the weight of your words, completely at your mercy. his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together. the humiliation was etched into every line of his face, every breath that passed his lips, and yet the bulge in his sweats only seemed to grow more pronounced, more insistent with every word that spilled from your mouth.

“tell me, baby,” you continued, your voice softening, a cruel sweetness seeping into your tone. “are you ashamed? do you like being this desperate for me?” he swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he answered, “i—i can’t stop. i—” he broke off, breath catching in his throat, eyes flicking up to meet yours, pleading. “i just, i need you.”

his confession was raw, dripping with need, and it sent a thrill through you, a rush of power that made your lips curl into a smirk. you let your hand drift lower, fingers brushing lightly over his clothed length, feeling the way he twitched under your touch, the way his breath hitched in his throat. “of course you do,” you murmured, eyes darkening as you tightened your grip, feeling him pulse beneath your fingers. “but you don’t get to have me until i say so.”

a sharp gasp tore from his lips as you squeezed, his body jerking forward instinctively, as if trying to chase the touch, but you pulled back just as quickly, watching as his face twisted in frustration and need. his hands clung to the bark behind him, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back, of staying still, of not falling apart completely beneath you. “such a sweet boy,” you mocked, the words dripping with sarcasm as your other hand slipped up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you. his eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over again, and it only made you smirk wider, relishing the sight of him so undone.

he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, and all that came out was a soft, broken moan as your hand drifted lower again, fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his whole body trembled under your touch, and it made you laugh softly, a dark, amused sound that made him shudder. “you’re already this hard,” you noted, your tone a mixture of disbelief and mockery as you tugged at the waistband, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his length. it sprung up, hard and eager, and the sight of it only made your smirk deepen. “are you really that big of a pervert?”

his face flushed a deeper shade of red, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. but he couldn’t stop it, not with your hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, your grip tight enough to make him squirm. “i—” his voice broke again, barely a whisper, and he whimpered as your fingers grazed the sensitive tip, teasing him, driving him to the edge without giving him what he so desperately wanted. “please.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer until your lips brushed against his ear, your voice low and taunting. “please what, baby? tell me what you want.” he shuddered, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, and he tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to find the words, his whole body trembling with the effort. “please,” he whispered again, voice cracking, “i—i need to fuck you.” your smirk widened at his desperation, at the way he was so willing to beg for you, to completely submit to whatever you wanted from him. and you weren’t about to let that go unrewarded.

with one swift movement, you pulled his sweats down further, exposing more of him to the cool night air, and your hand wrapped around him fully, stroking with just enough pressure to make him gasp, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. his moans were soft at first, barely audible, but as your pace quickened, they grew louder, more desperate, more needy. “you like this, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement as you watched the way his face twisted in pleasure. “being so completely at my mercy.”

his response was a broken, breathless moan, and his hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, fingers digging into the bark behind him as his body shook with the intensity of it all. you could see the way his tears threatened to spill over again, the way his whole body trembled beneath your touch, and it only fueled the fire inside you, the desire to completely undo him. leaning in, you kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, swallowing his moans as your hand continued to work him, the heat between you growing with every passing second. his lips moved against yours, messy and eager, his desperation seeping into every kiss, every touch, until all that was left was the sound of his broken moans and the sharp, needy gasps that filled the air around you.

you pulled back, letting him pant against you, his eyes blinking open to meet yours, glazed with a mix of passion and despair. “you wanna fuck me? fill my pussy up?” you asked, your voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. he nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, stuttering bursts as he choked out a single word. “yes, please, fuck.”

you stepped back, your hand sliding away from his cock, leaving him standing there, exposed and desperate. your eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of his shaking legs, his flushed skin, the way he was barely holding himself together. “not yet,” you murmured, the smirk never leaving your lips as you turned away, heading back towards the tents. he stumbled after you, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes never leaving your retreating form.

you reached your tent, the one you’d so confidently claimed earlier, and without looking back, you slipped inside. you could hear his footsteps hastening, the sound of him tripping over a root, his gasp of pain muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath his feet. you didn’t bother with the zipper, letting the flap fall open behind you as you moved deeper into the tent, his eyes following you like a starving man watching food being dangled just out of reach.

his eyes never left yours as he stumbled in after you, his movements clumsy with desire. you let your shirt fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra, your breasts heaving with every breath you took. his gaze dropped to your chest, his mouth watering at the sight, and you could see the way his cock twitched in response. “you sure you want it?” you taunted, cupping your breasts, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. his eyes snapped back to yours, a silent plea, and you laughed, the sound echoing through the tent.

you stepped closer, your hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw before sliding down to grip his neck, your thumb resting against his pulse point. it was racing, a frantic drumbeat that matched the thundering in your own chest. “you can have it,” you whispered, leaning in until your breath mingled with his, “but only if you can handle it. can you handle me, baby?” your voice was a challenge, a promise wrapped in a warning, and he nodded, his eyes wide with need.

your hand slid down to the base of his throat, your grip tightening as you pushed him back onto the makeshift bed, the sleeping bag rustling beneath him. he lay there, panting, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention. but you weren’t done playing yet. with a wicked smile, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his dick. the warmth of him radiated through the fabric of your shorts, making you wet, making you ache for more. you leaned in, pressing your chest against his, the feel of his heart hammering against yours as you whispered into his ear, “are you sure you can handle this?”

his only response was a desperate nod, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and thrilling. you reached behind you, unbuttoning your shorts with a flick of your thumbs before sliding them down, your ass cheeks exposed to the cool night air. his eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating with want, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. “just like that,” you murmured, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “now, let’s see if you can be quiet for me, okay?”

you ground down onto him, the fabric of your panties rubbing against his cock, the friction setting your nerves alight. he groaned, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. but you slapped them away, a smirk playing on your lips. “no touching, unless i say so,” you warned, the words a hiss that sent a shiver down his spine. his eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding, for reassurance, but all he found was the same cold, hard stare.

his breath hitched as you reached back, sliding your panties to the side, and you could feel his cock, hot and insistent, pressing against your wetness. you took a deep breath, savoring the moment before you sank down onto him, the head of his dick parting your folds, filling you inch by delicious inch. his eyes rolled back in his head, a deep, guttural moan ripping from his throat as you took him fully, your pussy tightening around him like a vice.

the tent was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him, the harshness of your breath as you rode him, his muffled moans as you dictated the pace. it was intoxicating, the power you had over him, the way he was so desperate for you, so completely and utterly lost in your control. your hips rocked back and forth, grinding down onto him, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, your eyes never leaving his. but it took a turn, one that you could clearly see in his eyes. his expression darkened at the sensation of your cunt clenching against his slick cock, and you could feel your ego dissipate as he grabbed onto your hips. his hands were rough and stronger than anticipated as he pinned you down, his dick never daring to slide put of you.

his thrusts grew more demanding, less submissive, and a thrill shot through your body at the sudden shift. his eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge, and you felt something within you unravel, something that hadn't been touched by anyone else. your breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, your nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of your bra. you could feel the beginnings of your climax, the tension coiling in your belly, but he was relentless, driving into you like he was trying to claim a piece of you that you hadn't known was yours to give.

his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot and needy as he whispered, “this pussy’s all mine.” the words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you weren’t the one in charge anymore. you were just another person, a body that was his to use, his to claim. your pussy clenched around him as he fucked you harder, the sound of your slapping flesh echoing in the tent. you threw your head back, moaning loudly, and the vibration of the sound only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening, his thrusts growing deeper.

his eyes searched yours, looking for approval, for a sign that this was what you wanted, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. your hand reached back, grasping his neck, pulling him closer until your mouths met again in a kiss that was anything but gentle. your teeth clashed, your tongues battling for dominance as you both gave into the carnality of the moment. his fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises that would last a long while. “some power you have over me,” he mocked, pausing to pull out before slamming back in with a growl. “what power? so bold while i’m splitting you in half.”

you threw your head back, a gasp escaping your throat as he hit just the right spot, the one that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “keep going,” you managed to murmur, your voice strained with pleasure. “don’t stop, hendery. please don’t stop.” and he didn’t. he kept fucking you, hard and fast, his grip on your hips unyielding, his rhythm punishing. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy gripping him tighter with every thrust, and it was delicious, it was maddening, it was everything you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

his hand slid up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple through the fabric of your bra. the sensation was electric, shooting straight to your core, making you arch your back and push down onto him even harder. “you like that?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you like when i use you?” you nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. he pulled the cup of your bra down, exposing your nipple to the cool air, and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writhing beneath him, your cries growing louder and more desperate.

his other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you bucking your hips up to meet his touch. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, pressure building within you that threatened to consume you whole. “cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a command that resonated through your body. “let me hear you fall apart, fuck.” and you did. with a loud, guttural cry that seemed to shake the very earth beneath you, you came, your pussy spasming around his cock, your body shaking with the intensity of it all.

he didn’t stop, though, his movements growing even more erratic as he chased his own release. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened and his breath grew ragged. and then, with one final, brutal thrust, he came, his cum filling you up, the warmth of it spreading through your core. your eyes locked onto his, the intimacy of the moment so intense it was almost painful. for a few seconds, you just laid there, panting, your hearts beating as one, the world outside the tent forgotten. however, it wasn’t.

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a/n: this was lowkey rushed but it’s 2 am i’m so sorry

[crdteezv]

MTL GET JEALOUS EASILY

LEAST

Kun

Winwin

Hendery

Yangyang

Ten

Xiaojun

MOST

Kun: He doesn’t let things get to him easily. He is very secure and emotional mature I feel. At the end of the day, he knows that you want to be with him and nobody else matters.

Winwin, Hendery & Yangyang: They both would be alright but from time to time they feel it. I feel like Winwin would just never bring it up. Hendery would probably say something to his partner if he ever felt that way. He would rather communicate than keep it to himself. Yangyang would only say something if it starts to really bother him and it becomes overwhelming.

Ten & Xiaojun: They both can be possessive but not in a toxic way. They both would be able to communicate with you if they ever feel this way. Ten would hint at first. Like he would say things like “oh you and ____ seem pretty close.” You can tell when Xiaojun is jealous because it's painfully obvious.

[daydreamingyuta]

Cozy Mornings | Hendery

summary: fluff, drabble, a cozy morning with boyfriend!Hendery wc: 228 a/n: Happy Hendery day!! 💚

Nothing was as cozy as waking up with your boyfriend, Hendery. Maybe it was the extra soft blankets he had, or being perfectly wrapped up in his arms, but you always got the best sleep when you slept over with him.

Today, you woke up before him, with his arm lazily draped over you. You look over at him, and see his precious sleepy face that you loved so much. You move as slowly as possible to grab your phone so you don’t wake him up. You can’t help but snap a few pictures of him like that, he just looks too cute.

When he finally does wake up, he inches closer to you and cuddles you tightly. You always try to fight going back to sleep but that was impossible when he held you like this.

Eventually, your both awoken again by the sunlight streaming in through the windows. You both had no plans today, besides being with each other, so you lay in bed for a few more minutes, in each others arms.

“We should go get some breakfast today.” Hendery says.

“Hm, that would be nice.” You say yawning, deciding it’s finally time to get up.

Before you get the chance though, Hendery grabs your face and places a million kisses on it. “Are you still tired?”

You shake your head, laughing. “No, I’m awake.”

[mingkist]

my friends as cakes! | wayv ver.

my weishenv boys,, love these guys till death arghhh!!!

p. taglist: @italiekim @youngestdelacour @alanniys @dogsongy @mingiholic @miriamxsworld

[sunshyni]

New Ride | Hendery

♕ Notinha da Sun: SOMETHING COMING OVER ME TONIGHT 💃 Faz um tempo que eu queria escrever com o Dery e finalmente consegui 🙏

Avisos: tá bem cômico, parece que eu joguei “O Diário da Princesa” e “Barbie: Escola de Princesas” num liquidificador, e resultou nessa misturinha!! Me inspirei em “New Ride” do Wayv, e além de membros do nct, mencionei a Giselle e o Suho.

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Boa leitura, docinhos!! 👑

— Giselle, eu não consigo respirar — você disse à sua amiga, que tinha te colocado em um espartilho terrível que apertava suas costelas de uma maneira que nenhuma crise de pânico tinha feito antes. Um exemplo bem mórbido, mas era assim que sua cabeça funcionava. — Acho que vou chorar.

— Chorar por quê, boba? — Mark apareceu de repente, segurando uma taça de champanhe. Vestido elegantemente com um smoking decorado com pedrarias, ele realmente parecia um príncipe. Mas a questão era: quem ali não parecia um príncipe ou uma princesa? A única pessoa que se sentia deslocada era você.

Sua história era semelhante à de Mia Thermopolis, de “O Diário da Princesa”. Sua mãe era uma artista plástica renomada e seu padrasto, um compositor profissional. Recentemente, você descobriu que seu pai, que havia falecido precocemente antes de você completar 10 anos, também fazia parte desse mundo. Ele havia sido um dos fundadores de uma faculdade prestigiada, distante da civilização, quase como se existisse um mundo à parte, apenas para a elite. Claro, havia os bolsistas, mas a maioria dos alunos eram pessoas da alta sociedade, como Mark e Giselle, com quem você conversava agora.

— Eu preciso estudar um conteúdo que não entendi direito, mas estamos presos nesse evento idiota — você resmungou, pegando a taça de champanhe de Mark e esvaziando-a rapidamente. Sua garganta estava seca pela falta de ar, e aquilo te fazia sentir que desmaiaria a qualquer momento. Por que os humanos eram tão obcecados por cinturas finas?

— Para de ser dramática, até o Haechan tá curtindo a festa — você olhou para o representante de turma, que raramente aparecia em eventos, pois estava sempre estudando. Ele claramente já tinha bebido bastante, pois a gravata estava amarrada em sua cabeça.

— Eu acho que ele... — você começou, observando Haechan com o copo na mão.

— É, ele já perdeu toda a compostura — Giselle confirmou, tocando seu ombro suavemente. — Relaxa e aproveita a festa, vai? Esquece os estudos por hoje. Você é filha de um dos fundadores daqui, sua tonta.

Você concordou com sua amiga, que enlaçou o braço de Mark e descansou a cabeça no ombro dele de forma carinhosa.

— Me leva para dançar — ela pediu com os olhos brilhando. Mark revirou os olhos, mas, como sempre, cedeu.

— Eu ia flertar, mas tá, vamo lá — você sorriu para os dois. Depois de Hendery, eles eram as pessoas de quem você mais gostava ali.

Falando em Hendery... Ele era sua alma gêmea e, provavelmente, a paixonite de metade da instituição. Hendery era o sonho de consumo de qualquer um. Enquanto você preferia ficar no dormitório estudando, ele se envolvia em uma infinidade de esportes, incluindo esgrima, que sempre te deixava suspirando quando assistia a um duelo em que ele participava.

Você gostava dele, e ele parecia gostar de você. Às vezes, no meio de uma aula, ele deixava um doce na sua mesa com um bilhete fofo, elogiando sua confiança ao responder às perguntas dos professores. Você sorria, envergonhada, verificava se ele ainda estava na sala e balançava as pernas debaixo da mesa.

Não demorou para Hendery te encontrar. Vestido formalmente, como todos ali, ele parecia mil vezes mais atraente aos seus olhos.

— Dery, me leva para o dormitório — você pediu, colocando sua taça vazia na bandeja de um garçom que passava. — Eu odeio eventos sociais.

— Eu não vou te levar de volta para a torre, Rapunzel — ele disse, tocando a ponta do seu nariz com o dedo indicador. Você fez uma careta e cruzou os braços.

Hendery e você tinham uma conexão especial. Seus pais tinham sido grandes amigos, e talvez fosse por isso que, sempre que conversavam, parecia que se conheciam desde sempre.

— Mas posso te levar para outro lugar, um lugar mais interessante do que esse — ele continuou, se aproximando um pouco mais, fazendo você levantar o olhar. Hendery amava aventuras. Gostava de cavalgar, de carros esportivos e de acelerar, vivendo sempre intensamente, como se o amanhã não existisse. Você admirava esse lado dele e desejava ser assim também. — O que acha?

Ele te ofereceu a mão, e você fingiu pensar por um momento antes de aceitá-la. Vocês começaram a caminhar em direção ao exterior do castelo, nem parando quando Junmyeon pegou o microfone para falar, passando rapidamente para Kun.

— Você sabe que esse lugar valoriza muito as tradições, né? — Hendery comentou enquanto caminhavam em direção aos estábulos. Você sabia aonde aquilo ia dar, mas decidiu ignorar. Ele não estava realmente pensando em te colocar num cavalo à noite, só com a lua como testemunha, estava? — Mas algumas tradições se perdem com o tempo, e isso é triste, porque geralmente são as mais divertidas.

— Tá, e onde você quer chegar com isso? — você perguntou. Nem se lembrava de que estavam de mãos dadas, mas quando percebeu, suas palmas começaram a suar. Você soltou a mão dele, sentindo o coração e a respiração acelerarem, apesar do espartilho te apertar.

— Nossos pais costumavam fazer corridas a cavalo para desestressar. Era isso que eu queria dizer — ele respondeu, acendendo a lanterna do celular e preparando dois cavalos. Você riu nervosamente, lembrando-se de como subira poucas vezes num cavalo, sempre com medo de cair e bater a cabeça.

— Nem pensar, Hendery — você disse, mas ele já havia segurado sua mão novamente, dessa vez sem pedir.

— Se diverte uma vez na vida, Rapunzel — ele falou, te ajudando a subir no cavalo. Seu corpo parecia leve enquanto ele te levantava pela cintura. Você segurou as rédeas, mas hesitou.

— Hendery, isso não é uma boa ideia... — Antes que ele pudesse responder, o cavalo começou a galopar de forma descontrolada. Você se agarrou à crina do animal, sentindo o pânico subir. Droga, o espartilho estava te sufocando. Meu Deus, você realmente ia desmaiar?

Uma crise de pânico estava prestes a te dominar, ou talvez fosse a asma. Sem sua bombinha por perto, você só pensava em como morreria: pisoteada ou sem ar.

— Ei, você tá me ouvindo? — a voz de Hendery parecia distante, mas então você sentiu a grama te cutucando. Você tinha caído do cavalo, mas, surpreendentemente, não havia sido pisoteada. Talvez estivesse morta e Hendery fosse um anjo te guiando para o céu.

De repente, o sufoco voltou. Você precisava tirar aquele espartilho de qualquer jeito. Agitada, se virou na grama, com as costas para cima. Hendery não entendeu muito bem, mas ficou aliviado ao ver que você estava bem.

— Tira esse espartilho de mim, pelo amor de Deus! — você implorou, e Hendery começou a trabalhar nos botões minúsculos do seu vestido de princesa. Suas bochechas coraram ao perceber que a primeira vez que ele tiraria sua roupa não seria por desejo, mas para te salvar de um espartilho idiota. Ele ignorou seu sutiã rosa e desamarrou o espartilho com certa brutalidade, mas finalmente você conseguia respirar.

Antes que pudesse comemorar, Hendery te virou de barriga para cima e te beijou, devagar e delicadamente. Você se sentiu no céu enquanto ele envolvia suas bochechas com as mãos. Sem separar o beijo, você foi se levantando aos poucos, e Hendery te puxou para mais perto, acariciando sua cintura enquanto intensificava o beijo, explorando cada sensação.

Nem parecia importar que você estivesse seminua; tudo que importava era o momento.

— Hendery... — foi a única coisa que você conseguiu dizer.

— Desculpa ter demorado tanto para fazer isso — ele disse, encostando a testa na sua e acariciando suas costas. — Desculpa por enrolar tanto.

— Tá tudo bem — você respondeu, segurando o rosto dele para que pudesse te olhar. Sorriu, sem acreditar que finalmente tinha acontecido. — Só vê se não me mata da próxima vez que quiser uma desculpa para me beijar.

Hendery riu e te deu um selinho carinhoso, juntando as mãos em prece.

— Prometo que vou tomar cuidado.

[jinisnuggets]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ -ᴡᴀʏᴠ

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ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ˢᵐᵃᵘ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ

[momodoesposts]

First date with hendery!! <3

Hendery x y/n

Wc: 1,183

TW: sexual jokes, fluff, hendery scars some kids for life by kissing you,

After years of what Ten would call mutual pinning and what Yanyang would call "the two dumbass's not recognizing their feelings for each other," you and Hendery had finally recognized that maybe, possibly, the both of you were crushing hardcore. That led to the most awkward confession of all time, which ended with Hendery saying.

"Well, that's pretty epic."

You couldn't help but punch his arm because who finds out their crush likes them back and responds that way?

But you didn't care. You were going on a date with your best friend turned boyfriend. Life couldn't get better than that, really.

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There was a knock at your door, followed by a clearing throat. You quickly looked in the mirror and smiled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach dancing around.

As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Hendery in black jeans and a cream-colored sweater. He cleared his throat awkwardly and stared at your outfit, a grin forming on his face and his eyes visibly brightening.

"Hey.", you said, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your brain. He just looked so good it was overwhelming.

"Hey.", he responded, continuing to shamelessly check you out before clearing his throat. "You look amazing you know. Like, really pretty. I haven't been able to say that in like, a romantic way before, but…"

"Don't get soft on me Hendery.", you tease.

"Fine, you look like shit."

You roll your eyes and walk out, making your way to his car. He promptly swings the door open and bows, pretending to tip his hat.

"M'lady."

You climb into the car, and he closes the door, jogging to the driver's side.

 The two of you go to a nice place Kun suggested for dinner and converse lightly. Though the way you speak with each other hasn't changed, the looks you give each other have.

Instead of trying to hide your feelings for each other, you're now open to giving each other starry-eyed stares. You became highly aware of the feeling of your whole face flushing during this date. You were glad you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore.

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As the sun started to set, Hendery led you to a nearby park. The air was cool and fresh, and the trees beginning to bloom small flowers, as if spring was blooming, much like your relationship.

The two of you sat on a bench and watched a few children go around playing games with each other.

"Do you remember that time a kid asked Ten if he was a girl?" he broke the pleasant silence.

"Oh my god, yes. Then he was convinced that Kun was his boyfriend, and told him his girlfriend was pretty", Hendery chuckled at the memory as you recounted it with him, "And then Kun tried to say that boys can date boys and the kid went up to his mom and told her that they were two boys dating."

"How did I forget about that part?!" he snorted, hitting your shoulder lightly as you leaned on each other, hunched over in laughter.

When you opened your eyes, he was mere centimeters away, his lips parted and eyes on yours. You swallowed thickly and turned pink as he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his hand running through your hair.

You closed your eyes and giggled into the kiss, letting your lips melt together.

Suddenly you heard an outcry of "EW THEY'RE KISSING!" and turned to see a child pointing at you two.

When you went to pull away, Hendery grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

"Give me some tongue, babe.:, he groaned.

"Jesus Christ Hendery, we are not about to scar some poor kids for life."

"But it would be funny.", he reasoned, a stern look on his face.

You inhaled, ready to react, before he licked your upper lip.

The once innocent children ran away screaming about what nasty thing they had just witnessed as you sat with the oh-so-pleased boy.

"Dumbass.", you scolded, flicking his nose.

He wasted no time kissing your hand as you pulled it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You played with a stray strand of hair on his face, pushing his smooth locks back into place as he stared at you with wide eyes, breath soft. His eyes flickered to the ground, then back to you, and his ears turned a light pink.

"I really want to kiss you again."

"Nope, you got that right taken away when you stole the innocence of all those kids."

He sighed dramatically, then looked around. "You loved it."

"No comment."

"Uh-huh. Come on", he stood up and grabbed your hand, "we're going on the swings."

As the two of you practically skipped over, you felt happy and free. The feelings you had once tried to push away were allowed to break free, and you were overjoyed.

The two of you sat on the swings in the fantastic night, and Hendery even took a few photos of you (that he would stare at later that night, thanking whatever god made him confess to you).

As you swung high, you felt like you were on top of the world, and nobody was as lucky as you. Whenever you looked at him and saw his eyes on you, you felt like you would explode with joy.

Eventually, the two of you left, and he took your hand in his, leading you back to the car. You spent the ride home singing to the songs on the radio and laughing together.

As he walked you to the door, he clung onto your arm and leaned his head on his shoulder, embracing you tightly.

"I really had a great night, Y/N, you know…."

"I did too, Hen, I did too."

He pulled off you and smiled, then kissed your forehead and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe I could come in, just to, you know, guard you while you sleep and make sure nobody takes you away."

You laughed at him and shook your head. "The only person who would try and take me away is you, dingus."

He shrugged. "Worth a shot. Well, I guess this is good night, then."

You nodded. "Oh! I have something for you, actually."

His eyes lit up. "Oh?"

You motioned for him to move closer, and when he did, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, which he instantly reciprocated.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, happy to be together, comfortable kissing, glad to be alive.

When you pulled apart, you could have sworn he held all of the universes in his eyes, and you knew your heart beat only for him.

"Well, if that was a gift, I'd hate to see what I get at the end of a date.", he teased, still holding onto your hands.

"Oh shush." you pressed one last kiss to his lips and waved as he left.

You couldn't wait for all the trouble the two of you would get into in your relationship.

[sweetiesicheng]

hendery - arcade

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while walking around town, you had walked past an arcade but decided to turn around and go in. you went around a played a few games, expect you lost almost every game besides one that gave you some cheap candy.

you went to a claw machine and saw cute plushies inside the machine. you immediately became determined to win at least one of the plushies and fed a few coins into the machine.

however, you lost a few times. on the next round, the claw had picked up the plushie you were targeting, but the plushie dropped after the claw started moving towards the drop zone.

"my plushie..." you pouted and put more money into the machine. you moved the joystick and hovered over the plushie. then, you pressed the down button for the claw to go down.

the claw grabbed the plushie and started rising, but once again, the plushie dropped back into the pit of plushies.

you groaned in frustration and looked over to see a guy next to you playing the claw machine with the same plushies inside. you watched as the guy moved the joystick before pressing a button. the claw moved down to grab the plushie. the claw moved back up and traveled to the drop zone and opened. then, the plushie dropped into the drop zone.

okay, i got this. i can do this.

you mentally hyped yourself up again and put more money into the claw machine. you started moving the joystick so the claw would hover over one of the cute plushies. then, you pressed the button, and the claw opened and moved down. the claw closed on the plushie and started going up, but the plushie fell back into the pit again.

your shoulders slumped, and you decided to admit your defeat against the machine since you had been standing there for at least twenty minutes.

"uh, hey. you can have this," you heard the guy who was at the next machine speak.

"huh?" you looked over and saw the guy holding his plushie out to you.

"you can have this. i think you would like it more than me," he said with a smile, "take it."

"are you sure?" you asked him.

the guy nodded, "yea. take it." he put the plushie into your hands, "a super cute girl deserves a super cute plushie."

"oh, thank you," you smiled and looked at the plushie. "this is really nice of you. i feel bad for taking it since you won it,” you admitted to him.

"don't worry about it. i just wanted to play some games, and i don’t really care about the prizes too much unless if someone’s struggling like you,” he said, making both of you laugh. “my name is hendery," he introduced himself.

"i'm y/n," you introduced yourself.

"wanna go order a snack and maybe we try to win some more plushies?" he asked, "i would love some company right now."

you smiled and nodded, "hopefully we can get more plushies with the two of us trying.”

he chuckled, "for you? i'll try my best.”

[gonelike-ach00]

Crowned Prince | Masterlist

Prince! Hendery x Princess! Female Original Character

Author: gonelike_achoo

Genre: Romance, Drama, Arranged marriage, royalties

Warnings: war, violence, complex family relationships, pseudo incest (not main story, but be warned), sexual relationships

Preview: Where Hendery finds himself in an arranged marriage he can not runaway from- just as he has for everything else in his life. He has planned to runaway from the throne, but marrying the princess from the kingdom besided theirs served as his biggest hindrance.

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a/n: this same story has been posted in several places, rest assure that they are all posted by me :))

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[127luvr]

Hellooo, can I request a fanfiction where Chenle likes to do fanservice with reader bc he thinks the fans reactions are funny, but he doesnt know that everytime he does it it makes reader fall for him even more

Dive into you

Zhong Chenle x Male Reader

Chenle doesn’t know why he does it.

He tells himself he loves the way fans react. He loves seeing fans hide their faces behind their hands, blushing at the sight of the two of you doing something intimate in front of them. The thousands of screams—or sometimes comments that he sees is beyond satisfying.

Once, it was at a fansign.

He looked over to you, brown eyes scanning your face as you blew a piece of (h/c) hair away from your forehead. Chenle turned his body towards you, bringing his hand up to move the strand of hair for you. His warm hand made contact with your forehead—the touch leaving your skin flushed.

You swore the eye contact the two of you held made your heart stop. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, the buzzing sound of hundreds of voices in the background disappearing along with your breath. You never knew you could see Chenle this way—in slow motion, with his hand coming back down to sit on the table. His cracked lips parted, feeling dry now that your eyes were on them.

Oh no.

As time went by, these incidents seemed to happen quite frequently.

Chenle hid his phone behind Johnny, making sure to lower his brightness so it wouldn’t disturb you or Hendery—who was to the left of him. It was your first countdown live with Nct, the nerves of officially being a part of the whole group finally catching up with you. You sit with your hands grabbing onto the sides of the chair as to not fidget with your nails on camera. You tilt your head towards Chenle’s direction, curious to see what he had on his phone.

“You’re risking having your phone out just for the comments?” Chenle chooses to shush you by bringing his finger to your lips, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What are they saying about me?”

“More importantly, what are they going to say about us?” He removes your left hand from the base of the chair, bringing it up to his lips to give it a small peck. “That should have us trending on Twitter, don’t you think?”

You opened and closed your mouth several times, unable to put words to thoughts. Too lost in the lingering sensation of Chenle’s lips on the back of your hand. You can’t help but wonder on how they would feel on your own lips.

He was driving you crazy. With each display of affection you felt yourself falling deeper for him.

Chenle removes the headphones from his head so they sit around his neck, finally allowing himself to listen in on the conversation happening around him instead of staying in the vacuum of noise that came from the headphones. He chooses to sit next to you on the plane, as everyone else was paired up already.

He moves his arms to gesture you towards the window seat, letting you sit first before settling in on the seat next to you. With a small huff from him, he reaches over your seat, grabbing the seatbelt to your right to fasten it across your waist.

You catch a whiff of his cologne, a smell you could recognize from a hundred feet away from all the times he seemed to be in your personal space. You let out a shaky breath, one you didn’t notice you were holding until the satisfying click of the seatbelt caught your ear.

“There’s no fans around.” You share a funny look between the two of you, one that leaves you confused as to where you stand. “You’re driving me crazy…”

[liu-yu-xin]

This is one of their best content in a long time the didi group writing their own fanfiction and the gege group reading a fairytale like kindergarten teachers u get everything lmaooo hendery saying the stories are about three friends and three boyfriends helpppp

[crdteezv]

Frat House - Ten Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a frat boy series - for all the Wayv members! You should read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: !best friend to lovers! frat boy! Ten x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Ten. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !pleasure dom! ten, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, dacryphilia, switch! reader (Ten is dom leaning), slight sadism/masochism, choking, oral (giving/receiving), unprotected sex

Word Count: 4.3k words

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Ten.

You instantly felt a pang of relief in your chest. You were relieved on the one hand since it landed on your best friend, and you felt the most comfortable around him. On the other hand, he has been flirting with you a lot more than usual. You also DID just make out with him in front of everyone not too long ago. 

“Oh, why don’t you look at that darling? You get to spend the night with me. This will be interesting.”

You don’t know why, but you start to become nervous. He’s never made you feel this way until now. 

“Well, I’m glad it's you and not Hendery. Now, let’s go to your room – I’m starting to get pretty tired.”

He nodded and extended his hand so you could hold it as he led you upstairs into his room. 

The others, truthfully, were a little sad they didn’t get chosen.

Hendery was the worst out of them all. 

His mind is going crazy thinking about how Ten is probably going to fuck you stupid tonight. A part of him kind of wished the bottle landed on him instead.

“Hey man, better luck next time! We know how much you wanted it to land on you. But it was based on pure luck at the end of the day.” Yangyang said as he tried to console Hendery.

“Fuck off. I don’t even care about it anymore. I hope she falls asleep way before Ten tries to pull any moves on her. I'm going to bed too, good night.”

He marched up into his room and slammed the door. Everyone in the house knew he wasn’t happy about this right now. 

He is practically the reason why this is all happening. He was the one who came up with the dare in the first place. 

“Damn, I think he is actually pissed off about all this,” Winwin said.

“I mean yeah dude, you couldn't tell how obvious it was that he liked her?” Yangyang said.

Everyone knew that Hendery had a crush on you. However, deep down he always knew Ten was going to be by your side no matter what. After tonight, he gave up any chances he had with you.

 He wondered what was going on between the two of you right now…

You entered Ten’s room and it was the same as always. 

It was dimly lit because he never really liked his room to be too bright. His room has a lot of earthy tones and he has a couple of plants. 

You plopped yourself onto his bed. You lay out on your stomach and you can feel Ten staring down at you. He was practically examining your whole body at this point. However, you didn’t notice since you were on your phone. You were checking to see if you got any new messages and you saw Renjun was blowing up your phone. 

He was at the party that Ten had mentioned to you before. He sent you a whole bunch of videos of what was going on at the party. It was videos of Johnny and Haechan fucking it up on the dance floor. You can tell they were super drunk because they kept on falling over. You started laughing at your screen, making Ten divert his attention to you.

“Hey, what are you watching that has you laughing like that?”

“Look at what Renjun just sent me.”

You showed him the video and he started laughing too. 

“Johnny is too much- why is he dancing on the table now?”

“I always forget you and Renjun were pretty close. Do you guys talk often?”

“Not as much as we used to. We call from time to time and vent to each other. He is a pretty good person to talk to. But we haven’t hung out with each other for a while now.”

You saw Ten’s face start to change a little bit when you were saying that. He forgot that before you two were friends, you were close to Renjun during high school. He was your best friend at the time and you would hang out a lot after school. Ever since you met Ten, you and Renjun don’t hang out as often anymore.

“Mhmm very interesting. Also, if you want me to sleep on the couch downstairs, I will. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I just wanted to see the look on Hendery's face when he saw me leaving with you.” 

You flipped onto your back and leaned on the bed with your elbows.

“It's ok! I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure? You don’t usually spend the night here when we hang out.”

“I'm sure, and remember that one time after Jaemin's birthday party I spent the night here because I was too drunk to go home?”

“Oh yeah, I remember! You were such a mess that night. I was practically your babysitter.”

“Oh shut up. I wasn’t even that wasted. Also, come in the bed with me. It feels weird having you standing up and looking down at me like that.”

He had this patronizing look on his face. It looked like he was about to do something crazy.

He started walking towards you with that same look he gave you before. Almost as if he was hungry for you.

He suddenly grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards him and said,

“Aww what’s wrong baby? Am I already making you nervous?”

You started to feel hot all over again. His words alone have been driving you insane all night. The more he talks down to you like this, the more it's starting to get to you.

“Umm no it’s just… I’m not used to looking up at you from this angle. It’s kind of intimidating, you know?” You said in a shaky tone.

He sees right through you. 

Ten knows that his words are already getting to you - and he’s loving every second of it. He always loved teasing you, even if it was for the simplest things. He loves seeing you get flustered for him… and it honestly just turns him on.

“Don’t play coy with me, sweetheart. I know you secretly like me like this.”

Ten began to lean down onto the bed, encaging you between his arms. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Just admit it, baby, you like the way I make you feel.” 

He started to kiss behind your ear and then down to your neck.

“You like seeing me become crazy for you.”

He was right. 

You've been wanting him since you started to become best friends. At first, you just thought he was really cool and you wanted to constantly be around him. 

But there were times when he would mention being with other girls and it would make you feel some type of way. The idea of him being with someone else always made you feel a little… jealous?

But now he is on top of you, basically ready to devour you. Who are you to deny his advances?

“You know what? Yeah, you’re right. I have been wanting this for a while now. A part of me was excited when I saw the bottle land on you.”

Ten was a little taken aback by your response, but regardless he was relieved to know that you both wanted the same thing.

“Mhmm, good girl. I’m glad you’re willing to admit it now. Now then, shall we get started?”

“With what?”

“With me fucking you, of course. Don’t tell me you’re getting tired of me now. You said so yourself, you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

You guys were face to face at this point. 

“I'm all yours now sweetheart. I belong to you. Now, what do you want me-”

You leaned into his face and started kissing him. This time it felt different, there was more passion behind it. 

You both started to press your foreheads against each other. Things started to get more intimate. The room started to feel warm as you both were gasping for air from how intense you were making out.

You began to whimper and moan from all the sexual tension that had been building up for hours. You felt horny the moment Hendery dared Ten to kiss you during the spin-the-bottle game. 

He began to touch all over your body, starting with your chest. He wanted to see what you looked like under your crop top — and started to remove it. You had a lacy black bra on.

“Aww baby, it looks like you were ready to get fuck tonight huh?”

Your face started to heat up from embarrassment after hearing him say that.

“It’s ok darling, I know you can’t help being such a slut. The whole night everyone couldn’t stop staring at your amazing body.”

He pulled down the straps of your bra and started looking directly at your chest. 

“I, for one, couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful tits all night.”

Hearing him praise and worship your body was sending you into euphoria. You didn’t want this moment to end at all.

He began to lick and suck on one of your boobs. You let out a moan that was a little too loud.

“Shhh baby, you don’t want to wake up the others, don’t you?” 

He started groping the other boob with his other hand. He was pinching and twisting your nipple around. You were loving every second of it.

“I bet you want them to hear how fucking good I’m making you feel right now.”

He started sucking on your tits more intensely and even started nibbling on your nipple.

“You’re so fucking pathetic you know that?”

Hearing him use such degrading words on you was sending you into orbit. You never knew he could be so rough – that alone is making you wetter by the second.

He moved onto the other boob and was twisting on the one he abandoned with his fingers, spit still glistening on it. All of this is turning you on so much. The combination of his dirty talk and playing with your tits made you become a mess under him.

 “I bet you like this a lot, huh darling?”

He said that with such lust that it made you shiver. You began to press your legs together to create some sort of friction. He noticed and wasn’t pleased by it. He popped your boob out of his mouth and stopped what he was doing.

You whine from not feeling stimulated anymore.

“Mhmm, love, in order for this to work, you gotta let me take control, ok?”

You started to become more impatient - just wanting him to fuck you already. 

However, Ten was having way too much fun with you and wanted to tease you some more. He reached down between your shorts. You let out a whimper from being touched in your intimate area all of a sudden – and started to move up against him.

He wasn’t pleased by that and took his hand out of your shorts. 

You threw your head back from frustration. “Please... stop teasing and just fuck me already. I don’t know how long I can wait anymore.”

Ten gave you a little smirk and looked down at you. In his eyes, all he sees is you becoming such a desperate mess for him. He is just getting hard from seeing you like this. He had never seen you in such a needy state - and it was all for him.

“Aww baby, you look so cute being all pathetic for me. You drive me so fucking crazy when you beg for me like that.” He said breathily.

He finally took off your shorts and left you in your black lacy panties. You were wearing a matching set and Ten took note of that.

“Wow darling, you really were ready to get fucked like a slut tonight huh? Who would’ve known that you’re such a dirty girl.”

You felt so needy around him. He makes you feel so weak, and it was just turning you so much. 

He looked down at your underwear and saw the wet spot that had formed. He let out a chuckle and said in a flirty tone,

“Aww, princess, how long have you been wet for me? Don’t tell me it was during the game…”

You were too embarrassed to say anything, so you just nodded your head in confirmation.

Ten slapped your clothed cunt and you let out the loudest moan of the night. 

“Come on baby, you know that’s not going to fly with me. Use your words like a good girl for me ok?”

He was so stern about it. He was rubbing your clit over your panties, teasing you even more.

“I'm sorry, yes, I've been feeling this way since you kissed me in front of everyone!”

He is enjoying every second of this. He loved seeing you melt for him. 

“Oh is that so?”

He started to peel down your panties. He took his shirt off in the process. You stare at the bare upper half of his body. You can see all of his tattoos and slim figure.

“If that’s the case, sweetheart, how about you be good for me and make some noise as I eat your pussy?”

That right there did it for you.

You complied with his demands and spread your legs open. He grabbed your thighs with his hands and started kissing them. He kept eye contact with you the whole time. One thing you noticed about him is that no matter what, he will always have his eyes locked on you. 

He had such lust in his eyes as he began to mark and bite up your thighs. He slowly started moving down to your pussy. 

He began sucking and lapping at your cunt. He was devouring you like it was his last meal. He pushed your legs back onto your chest and started licking all over your pussy. Your legs started to shake from all the pleasure you were feeling. No one has ever made you feel this good. In that moment you knew he was the best out of anyone you’ve been with in the past. 

You start to pull on his hair forcefully and he starts whimpering into your drenched pussy. That made you even more horny. He started sucking on your clit aggressively and your eyes started rolling back into your head. He pulled away from your pussy and slapped it harder than before.

“Hey princess, you better keep your eyes on me.”

“It’s hard when you make me feel this good-”

He slapped your pussy a few times and you started whimpering, letting out a couple of tears in the process. 

Something about that made his dick twitch. 

“Aww, don’t tell me you can’t handle this. Do you want me to stop?” he said in a playful tone.

You hated how desperate he made you feel. 

You shook your head no and he hit your pussy one more time and said,

“Mhmm, don’t forget you’re supposed to use your words, remember? Now I want you to beg for me to put my fingers in you.”

He was driving you insane. All you wanted was for him to be buried inside of you.

“Please, I'm sorry… just do it already.”

He slapped your aching pussy again.

“You want me to do what exactly?”

You were at the point where you didn’t care what you were saying. You just wanted Ten so bad in this moment.

“...For you to use your fingers on me.”

He had this cocky look on his face like he knew he had won this battle. He let out a chuckle and replied,

“Mhmm that’s it, baby, I like it when you’re obedient for me. Let me just-”

Ten started ramming his fingers deep into your pussy. You let out a gasp for air and started gripping the sheets. He was fucking into you with his middle and ring finger. 

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He started sucking on your clit again. While doing all this, he stared to pull down his pants and boxers. Dick out, he started pumping it with his free hand. Pleasuring you made Ten undeniably hard. He couldn’t resist the urge to stroke his cock amidst all your moans. 

He had been waiting for this day to come.

He had always imagined what your pretty moans would sound like. He has gotten off to the thought of you touching yourself. He didn’t care if he was being perverted.  All he ever wanted to do is fuck you. 

You began to squeeze your thighs around his head. You were practically crushing him but that just made him start to moan from pleasure. He noticed that you were starting to get close and he started going faster.

“Mhmm that's right baby, cum for me.”

You were at your breaking point and couldn’t hold back anymore. You came all over his face and he licked up every drop from your cunt. 

He was still stroking his dick and you decided that it was your turn to make him feel good. You told him to sit at the edge of the bed & he moved to fulfill your demand.

You got down onto your knees and started to pump his dick with your hand. He groaned from frustration from being pent up for this long. The lustful look in your eyes was as if you were feral for him. You put his length into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. 

He threw his head back from all the pleasure he was receiving. He started panting and whimpering from how good you were making him feel. Who would’ve known he was this vocal?

It was kind of hot to you... 

You started to use both of your hands at the base of his dick, while simultaneously sucking on his tip. 

“Fuck….princess slow down…. I'm going to cum at this rate-”

You took your mouth off of him and he whined, even having just complained about not being able to handle it.

“Beg me to stop then.” You stated confidently.

The look on his face was priceless. He was shocked at how you just suddenly took charge. This was truly a first for him.

“Aww, don’t look so shocked now, baby. I'm only just getting started.”

You removed your hands off his member and shoved your face down onto him again. He let out a high-pitched moan. It was so loud you were certain that the others had to have heard him from downstairs. You liked making him feel this way for you. 

He starts biting his lips to conceal all the sinful noises he was making. He even moved his head away from you because he started feeling embarrassed.  You decided to tease him for being shy and remove yourself from his dick. He began to whine in frustration at not being stimulated. You had this patronizing look on your face and recited the same words he had said to you before.

“You have to keep those eyes on me if you want me to make you feel good ok? Also, don’t hold back on those pathetic moans of yours, I love all the sounds you make for me.”

Hearing those words being directed back at him was sending shivers down his spine. He started to feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. He really liked seeing this side of you. 

“I'm sorry, it won’t happen again. Can you please keep going?”

You nodded your head and went back to sucking his cock. His eyes start to roll to the back of his head from feeling you around him again. He started moaning even louder than before, all the while keeping eye contact with you. 

You were loving every second of this.

He was gripping hard into the sheets and didn’t want you to ever stop. He fantasized about this so many times - now that it was happening, he couldn’t believe it. It was rare for someone to get him in such a pathetic state. He is normally the one who is in control, and rarely the one to submit. But now, you have him wrapped around your finger and he just didn’t want to let go.  He finds it very exhilarating that you can make him feel this way.

He grabbed your hair in his hands and pulled you down onto him. You started to gag a little bit, not being able to handle this any longer .

He had a smirk on his face.

“Oh, it seems you're starting to struggle now, huh darling?”

You hated that he was right.

It was starting to get harder for you, as you were at your limit.

His face morphed into one of arrogance. He was looking down at you as if you were beneath him.

His gaze alone made you want to go right back to being a mess for him. You looked up at him with teary eyes and he started laughing condescendingly. He was enjoying every second of this.

“You’re so pathetic for me. You can’t even handle being in charge for that long – and to be honest…”

He leaned down and whispered,

“I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you.”

Something about him saying that started to make you feel wet all over again. You were reaching your limit. 

“As a matter of fact-”

He pulled your mouth off him and threw you on the bed, climbing on top of you. You close your legs together by instinct and he said in response to your actions,

“Spread those pretty legs for me and let me fuck you.”

You nodded and he gripped your thighs and rammed his dick inside of you. You started whimpering and moaning so loud to the point where you were sure everyone in the house could hear you. But that didn’t matter to you anymore. Ten was too deep inside of you for you to care about it now. 

He was fucking you with slow and deep strokes. You were gripping the sheets of the bed, not wanting him to stop. He was making you see stars at this point, and you were lost in your own world.

“Aww yeah, baby? You wanted my dick this fucking bad? You’re practically leaking everywhere for me.”

You look down and see that his lower abdomen is wet from your juices. He was reaching you in places that had never been reached before. 

“Fuck yes… you make me feel so good. Please don’t stop…” You were babbling at this point.

He loved it when you begged so desperately for him. It looked like he found your special spot, as you let out a moan that was practically a scream. 

He started laughing at you with such a cocky look on his face - and began hitting that spot more aggressively than before. He even started choking you lightly, which made you become even more wet for him.

You both were at your breaking point. 

“Mhmm that's it, sweetheart, scream my name so everyone knows I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”

You started moaning his name and for him to go faster. You were both at the edge of release. 

“Ten…. I’m about to….”

He kneeled into your ear and said “Alright, be good for me darling and cum ok? I'm close too…. fuck — you feel so good around me.”

You both were reaching your limits, and he went down for one last kiss, and you both finished at the same time. He rode his orgasm out inside of you, never pulling out. 

He laid down on the bed and pulled your face onto his chest. 

You both were reflecting on what just had transpired. You felt satisfied and okay with everything. To you, that was the best anyone has ever fucked you before. You were wondering what was going on in his pretty little head. 

You both just cuddled and lay in silence. Breaking the silence, he said,

“Hey, are you ok? I wasn’t being too rough with you or anything right? If you don’t want to do this again, I-”

You kissed him on the lips to stop him from continuing.

“Ten, it’s okay and you were amazing honestly. I’m all for doing it again with you in the future if you’re up for it as well.”

He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Well, that's good to hear. To be honest, I’ve been wanting to do this with you ever since we became close.”

He kissed you on your forehead and hugged you tight in his arms.

“Hey um… do you think the others heard us?” You ask tentatively.

“Oh yeah for sure, I mean did you hear yourself? You practically kept on begging me to fuck you.”

“Stop, this is so embarrassing. Now everyone knows our business I guess.”

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear,

“Let’s be honest here baby, you don’t give a fuck if they heard us.”

Your heart skipped and beat when he said that. You hated how he was right. A part of you was subconsciously being loud on purpose so the others could hear your moans. You even wondered if any of them had gotten off to all the noises you were making. 

“Shut up, you know nothing.” You retorted.

He let out a chuckle and said, 

“Now, you stay right there and I’ll get you some water. Do you want ice cream too? I think we still have some in the freezer.”

“Yeah, sure why not!”

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, more romantic this time, and went to the kitchen to get everything for you.

You guys spent the rest of the night sharing ice cream and watching movies.

**AUTHOR NOTES** If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [WINWIN] [HENDERY] [XIAOJUN] [YANGYANG] 

[daydreamingyuta]

NCT as Husbands Series: Hendery

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!hendery wc: 797 nct as husbands masterlist

One thing about Hendery is that he’s so proud to be your husband! and just so proud of you in general. One of the best things about him is that he’s always trying to get you to see your full potential by encouraging you to do things you think you can’t. like sometimes you have a really big dream and instinctively brush it off, but Hendery is always there to tell you that you can do absolutely anything you put your mind to 🥹

He's also just so funny and the members always call him a mood maker in the group, so you just know there's never a dull moment with him! like he's always making jokes and making you laugh! and the way his eyes light up when he makes you laugh because he thinks you're the most precious person in the world 🥹

Also he would give you the most random but cutest gifts! like you know in his relay cam video where he makes a paper heart? He would absolutely make you like twenty of those because he was bored while his game was updating and he wanted to make you something. He's also kind of an impulse buyer when it comes to you. like if he sees something you would like while he's out, he's getting it for you, no questions asked.

And the way that he looks at you!! Like with the absolute most love and adoration in his eyes! Like you are the single most precious person in the world to him!!

You were so excited to have some friends over for the first time since you and Hendery have gotten the new house. You both had spent half the day preparing everything, getting the groceries and cooking. The final item on tonight's menu had about ten more minutes left when your guest arrived. You greeted Kun and his wife first and then Yangyang and his wife with a hug. "The food smells amazing, is it already done?" Kun asks, taking off his shoes. "Yeah, I think Hendery's getting the last thing off the stove right now." You take everyone's coat and place them on the coat rack by the front door as they say their hellos to your husband. ⸻ You're all about halfway through dinner, laughing at a story Hendery's telling everyone. You make a mental note to poke fun at him later for purposefully omitting a very embarrassing part of the story. "You know, we haven't had dinner together like this since before you two got married." Yangyang says, pointing at you and Hendery. "Has it really been that long?" You ask, genuinely shocked that so much time has passed. "We'll be sure to plan something soon after this so another three years don't go by." You make another mental note to plan something soon, because you really were having a good time tonight. You're taking the final bites of your dinner when you find yourself accidentally eavesdropping on Kun and his wife's conversation. Since they're sitting right next to you, you could hear her whispering to Kun about the way Hendery was staring at you and how cute she thinks it is. You honestly hadn't even noticed until she said something. You look up at your husband and your eyes meet immediately. He gives you a sweet smile before hopping back into the conversation about a new show that just came out. Maybe it was silly because you two were married, but catching him staring at you like that gave you butterflies just like the first time you ever caught him staring. You grin to yourself, while also trying to hide your smile so you don't look weird in front of your friends. The rest of dinner went really well, Hendery even made everyone coffee as dessert. You found yourself feeling a bit nostalgic. You used to have dinner with Hendery in the dorm all the time when you first started dating and the members would barge in and join in on the dinner, which you always loved. So much has changed since then, but your friendships have lasted through the years which is so incredibly precious to you. You and Hendery stand at the front door as you both say goodbye to everyone as they leave. You watch as they get into their cars, when you feel Hendery's arms wrap around your waist and his chin rest on your shoulders. "You look so pretty tonight, I couldn't stop staring at you." You left out a laugh, coiling at the ticklish feeling of Hendery pressing sweet kisses on your neck. "You look very handsome too." "Yeah?" You nod and face him, the two of you staring at each other for a moment, smiles bright on your faces.

[doderyscoffee]

pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff, humor, best friend!au, high school!au warnings: n/a length: 0.2k words

[7:45 am]— best friend!Kunhang slapped the hood of his car, leaning his hip against it, and crossed his arms. “Come on, Y/N, we’re going to be late!”

I took a sip of coffee from a mug branded by a random American basketball team, leaning against the door frame, dressed simply in a pair of sweatpants and my favorite sweatshirt. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed, which I had since Kunhang took it upon himself to be my personal alarm.

“I’m not going to school today!” I yelled across my front yard. “I don’t feel well!” I faked a cough.

“Well, then, I don’t feel well either!” He doubled over, cradling his stomach, and staggered across the lawn. “Maybe I should come inside and rest!” He flashed me that mischievous grin I grew to know so well.

“Yeah,” I said as he stumbled through my front door, “maybe you should.”

Once I closed the door, he whirled around, suddenly in perfect health. “Whoever loses in Mario Kart has to buy lunch?”

“Oh, you’re on!”

[winsmoke]

Hiiii (if possible)I'd like to request a hendery smut,normal second perspective,neighbor relationship (kinda like,grow up together and fall in love withhim)thx!!!horny for hendery

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Sometimes the sex needs to come before the confession.

⊹ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2k ⊹ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 female y/n x next-door-neighbor Hendery ⊹ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 neighbors to lovers au, smut ⊹ ��𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 swearing, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, slap ⊹ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 Both the y/n and Hendery are 18 ⊹ 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 disclaimer | masterlist

HENDERY

I’m home. Miss me?

   Deliriously revolving the pedals of your worn out bicycle, you urged your legs to rotate faster. The instant you had received his text, you were sprinting to the bike racks. He was finally back from vacation in god-knows-what-country. And as far as you were concerned, he was the only thing that mattered in your tiny, rural town.

   What color is your hair now? What languages have you learned? What new ways will you torture me?

   It was the same routine every year. He was plastered by your side during school and then in the summer, he got whisked away to a place far more wonderful than where you were. He would come back with an absurd hair color, a strange accent, and skills to dazzle you. And you were infatuated with it all.

   All you did this summer was hook up with and then shrug off the guys who couldn’t enchant you the way he could. You had frequently tried to forget about him - a failing process - but a necessary one. Because at the end of the day, you were just another horny teenager, but you only wanted him to fulfill your needs.

   You wondered every day if this was going to be the year Hendery actually came home on time. So convinced he would magically appear outside your window September 1st, you had beaded together a pink bracelet and fastened it to your window frame with a satin bow.

   Come October 1st, and the color had begun fading from the ribbons, having been exposed to the outside world for too long. School didn’t feel the same without Hendery. Fuck, nothing felt right without him. But clearly, he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. He doesn’t care for me enough to want to see me, you deduced bitterly.

   But peering up at your roof now, as you watched his blurry figure examine your delicate gift, you could feel your resentment slowly dissolve.

   Perched outside your window, Hendery wondered how furious you would be this time. You were every year and he loved it. The way your cheeks puffed and your eyebrows scrunched… it reassured him that you hadn’t forgotten about him. That he had kept you entranced a little while longer. But he was worried this time, not a few days or a week late… but a whole ass month.

   He couldn’t figure out how to tell you. He couldn’t figure out what to tell you. That he had learned how to pleasure someone. How he desperately wanted to pleasure you.

   Loosening the ribbon, he immediately rolled the bracelet over his wrist and tucked the battered bow into his pocket. You didn’t show affection too often. He would take what he could get.

   “Thought you were afraid of heights,” you called out, disposing of your bike onto the lawn. Craning your neck, you analyzed his new platinum blonde locks.

   “Anything for you princess,” Hendery said with a dashing smile and an extended theatrical hand.

　You blinked unresponsively. Those tactics didn’t work anymore. He had been calling you princess and flashing you enamoring looks for years. But this one was different. You frowned while unlocking your front door, trying to break down his expression… he looked guilty.

   Once in your room, you unlatched your window and collapsed on your bed. Having furiously biked four miles, you let your eyelids droop and muscles fall slack into your comforter. You didn’t bother properly greeting Hendery. He didn’t deserve it. He would have to come to you.

   Confused as to why you weren’t yelling at him, Hendery tentatively sank onto your bed next to you, leaning on his side to evaluate your alluring features.

   “I-I missed you,” Hendery admitted shyly. The last time he had seen you, he still saw you as his next-door neighbor and closest friend. But after fucking around a little too much this summer, you were the only person he wanted to drown his body in.

　You kept your eyes shut, you didn’t want to see how close he was.

   “Your voice sounds different,” you noted.

   “I haven’t spoken English since I left,” Hendery said absentmindedly, his eyes devouring the body he had dreamed about every night. He inched himself closer to you, watching your fluttering eyelashes. Getting impatient, he took one of your hands and laced his fingers in yours.

   “What are you doing Hendery,” you sighed, finally opening your eyes. You had been miserable for so long only for him to return acting like you meant something to him.

   “Fuck, I dunno,” he swallowed, watching your lips dazedly. He was achingly close, his cool breaths blowing against your face. You were almost dizzy staring at him.

   Before you knew it, he had closed the gap, his lips caressing yours. Letting your instincts take over, you straddled him before kissing him properly. Your arms and legs tingled in arousal as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Moaning when you messaged his tongue between your lips, Hendery shifted his hands to the back of your neck, pulling your heaving chest against his.

   Feeling his erection prod your inner thigh, you agonizingly began humping his boner, whines of satisfaction occasionally escaping Hendery’s urgent lips. Drunk in pleasure, the process of stripping was barely separated from continued kissing and lingering touches.

   “You have no idea how much I thought about seeing you naked,” Hendery moaned while his fingers and tongue scrambled to trail every bit of exposed skin. The way his wet mouth sucked your thighs to your breasts, it was as if he needed your skin between his lips.

   “Can I finger you?” Hendery murmured in your ear, sucking on your lobe in the process. You moaned in agreement, bringing his hand to your thigh.

   Already wet, Hendery’s pointer finger sunk into your folds easily. Softly rubbing your entrance while continuing his descent, eventually he hit a point where you automatically clenched in sensitivity. Hendery bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from ripping his finger out and fucking you animalistically. He was well aware of what it would take to get you ready for his size.

   Sucking on your neck to keep himself in check, Hendery slowly began pumping his finger lower, making sure to scrape your walls. Dipping in his middle finger into you as well, Hendery felt his dick grow uncomfortably hard from feeling your sticky walls slowly begin to stretch around his fingers.

   “Hendery…” you exhaled.

   Hendery slid his unoccupied hand to the base of his dick, unable to resist the sound of your sweet sighs. At this point, one hand each was not enough to please either of you. Hendery withdrew his hand.

   “I-I, fuck, I don’t know how to ask for this politely,” Hendery began in frustration, unable to articulate properly with you lying so needily, wet and ready, below him. You brought his tip to your entrance.

   “Fuck me Hendery,” you instructed, pupils dilated.

   “Shit,” Hendery moaned, you looked too good saying that.

   Lowering the head of his penis into your entrance, your legs quickly tensed. Grabbing onto his arms that were braced around your shoulders, you inhaled sharply.

   “Fuck, fuck,” you groaned. You could feel your insides being forcefully pierced open. Hendery knew he should have added another finger but proceeded to sink lower, too lost in the feeling of your wet cunt.

   Relaxing slightly after your walls were done adjusting, you kissed Hendery’s trembling cheek. Having pushed a little more than a half of his length into you, his dick was throbbing, tensely waiting to be immersed.

   “I’m good,” you reassured, widening your legs to let more of him inside.

   Hendery didn’t hesitate to slump his body onto yours so his cock was consumed. His bare chest squished against yours, the only thing that was moving was Hendery’s hips as he wildly began thrusting in and out of your soaked heat.

   “Your pussy feels so good,” Hendery groaned thoughtlessly as he switched angles to try to pump himself in deeper. Burrowing his face into your neck so that his ear was right below your mouth, he drank in all of your quiet moans. Fuck, he could get off to the sounds alone.

   “W-wait, I want to be on top,” you nudged his chest to signal that he should get off.

   You could feel him filling you completely as you sat down on his dick. Leaning forward on your elbows so that Hendery could get a clear view, you swiftly bounced your ass, your hips slapping against his with each movement.

   “H-how are y-you…? Shit,” Hendery moaned, mesmerized by your rolling hips; he couldn’t figure out how you thrust deeper than he could.

   Feeling his climax approaching, Hendery began pounding upwards, your bodies finding an aggressive rhythm.

   “Cum with me,” Hendery demanded. Letting out a strangled moan, you clutched his body suffocatingly and let yourself release around his cock. Purring in satisfaction, you watched Hendery’s eyes roll in euphoria as he drenched your pussy in his cum.

   You stayed straddled around his un-deflating dick, now ready to pick a fight. You gave him a rough slap across the cheek.

   “You’re late,” you growled, glaring down at the boy who tortured you for too long.

   Hendery gulped. Do not get turned on by this, he thought helplessly. He realized you were seriously upset with him.

   “I-I know. I’ll make it up to you,” he said weakly.

   “How.”

   “By fucking you good?” he asked hopefully.

   “What am I? A cum dump?” you snarled. Hendery’s eyes widened. There it was, your signature scowl, but this time around, Hendery didn’t get much satisfaction out of it.

   “You come back, a month late, without an explanation, without an apology, but with magically acquired sex skills? And being your sloppy seconds is how you show me you missed me?”

   “No! I - shit - I couldn’t see you - no, don’t take it that way! And fuck off! ‘Magically acquired sex skills’ - how the fuck did you know how to ride like that!” Hendery racked his head, who possibly had the balls to fuck around with you? Who even deserved to fuck you?

   “Well since you couldn’t be bothered to come back on time, I had to find other ways to preoccupy myself! And clearly, you were occupied with others too!”

   “I always thought about you, fuck, I couldn’t get you out of my head!” Hendery defended desperately.

   “What were you thinking? Of all the ways to make me feel pathetic and undesired? Or, ‘I wonder if y/n would like if I fucked around-’”

   “Look, I didn’t come back because I didn’t know how to tell you that I was in love with you!” Hendery shouted.

   You pursed your lips.

   “Was?” you pressed.

   Hendery sighed and shook his head. He couldn’t extract anything from your aloof expression. He couldn’t tell if you were repulsed or happy or just didn’t give a fuck. You nodded slowly.

   “Okay. That’s an acceptable answer. For now,” you said.

   “Do you… love me?” Hendery asked breathlessly. “You can’t fuck me like that and tell me you don’t love me,” he teased, trying to cover his vulnerability.

   “That fucking welcome-home bracelet you’re wearing took me three hours to assemble. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is,” you snorted.

   “I thought it was my birthday present,” Hendery said cheerfully, admiring his adorned wrist. You didn’t say it directly but it was all the reassurance he needed.

   “No… I wanted to give it to you when you came back.”

   “Can I make a birthday present request then?” Hendery said sweetly.

   “What more can you ask of me?” you said exasperatedly.

   “Well… I am still inside of you, maybe... another round?”

   “Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean I won’t slap you again.”

   “I love you too,” Hendery said, kissing you excitedly, before comprehending what you had said. “But don’t slap me.”

Hey anon, thank you for requesting! I know this doesn’t follow the typical neighbor to lover tropes. One hour later I was like what happened. Have I secretly been dreaming about Hendery being my next door neighbor? Who knows at this point?? Also who isn’t horny for Hendery...

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