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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
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Frat House - Xiaojun Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or a the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: !fratboy! xiaojun x f! 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 Xiaojun. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…
Warnings: smut. !switch! sub to soft dom! xiaojun, dirty talk, praise, slight degradation, teasing, kissing, fingering, hair pulling, oral (receiving), edging, unprotected sex
Word Count: 2.6k words
A/N: It’s been a while since I last posted something (like 2 months…) I apologize for being inconsistent in uploading each part. I lacked motivation a lot of times hence why I haven’t been consistent like I used to be. Now that it’s summer, I have more time to write and I have a lot of good things coming soon!! But this series will soon come to an end! All I have left to do is Winwin and I’m done the Wayv Frat Series. I appreciate it if y’all just be patient with me 😭

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Xiaojun.
You didn't feel bothered by it since you and he were once close friends, and there wouldn't be any awkwardness between you two.
“Well, I’m glad it’s you; now let’s head over to your room. I'm so tired.”
Xiaojun nodded his head and led you into his bedroom. Meanwhile, the others wished that the bottle would’ve landed on them instead of Xiaojun, especially Hendery. He is the reason all of this happened because of the dare he created.
“So here is my room!” Xiaojun said with enthusiasm.
You entered into an earthy tone and organized space. His room had almost a comforting feeling to it. You made your way over to his bed and got comfy.
“H-hey, if you’re not okay with us staying in the same room, I wouldn’t mind sleeping-”
“Uh, what are you talking about, dude? We used to be best friends and be with each other all the time. You should come to bed, silly. Don’t tell me you’re all shy about it now.”
“Pft, me, shy? Never. It's just different now, you know? We haven't been as close since we left high school," Xiaojun said.
He does have a point.
The friendship you once had with him was totally different now.
He was like Ten for you, always being at each other's houses after school and would sometimes stay over. Things between you and Xiaojun have always been purely platonic. But ever since you met Ten, you’ve been around him more.
“Yeah, I feel you, but hey, it will be just like old times, alright?”
He nodded his head and made his way over to you and laid down on the bed.
As the night wore on, you found yourselves reminiscing about old times, sharing stories and laughter. It was as if no time had passed since you last spoke as if the years of distance and silence had never existed. Memories of your past friendship flooded back, reminding you of the inside jokes, shared secrets, and the countless hours spent hanging out together. You both needed this chance to reconnect and remember the friendship you once had.
The room fell silent as Xiaojun slowly made direct eye contact with you. Your heart beat with anticipation, not knowing what he was going to say.
“What happened to us?”
You gave him a confused look and asked him what he meant by that.
He then proceeded to say, “You know, our friendship. We used to always goof around and be around each other all the time. Now I barely see you anymore. I really miss—”
He stopped himself from talking and did not want to embarrass himself anymore.
“You know what? Nevermind. I was just rambling about nothing important. It’s getting late, and we should—”
“You miss what, Jun?”
He had a sincere look on his face, almost as if he was holding himself back. He gently caressed your hand and said, “You. It’s you that I miss the most. Being with you all the time is what I miss.”
His statement caught you off guard and left you feeling flustered. You didn’t realize how much Xiaojun missed being friends with you. You always spent your time with Ten that you didn’t even realize it.
“Wow, I didn’t know you felt that way. I feel so bad because I was supposed to be your best friend.”
“No, don't feel bad, it’s okay. You have Ten now, and you see him way more than me anyway.”
You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and continued to hold eye contact with him.
“Still, you were there for my first, and I shouldn’t have gotten so distant with you—”
“I like you.”
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at his sudden confession. You fell quiet for a second, which started to make Xiaojun even more nervous.
“Wait, you do? How long have you been feeling like this?”
“Since we started to become best friends. I know this is sudden, and I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but it’s just we finally have some alone time together and—”
You silenced him with a kiss, to which he gradually responded, and passion quickly sparked between you. You found yourself sitting on his lap, straddling him, as things intensified. He began to whimper softly as you exchanged kisses. Pulling back, you gave him a sinful look, leaving him utterly captivated and longing for more.
“Is it okay if I keep on going, Jun?”
He was too shy to speak, so he simply nodded. You began to shower kisses all over his neck, leaving marks. His whimpers and moans of pleasure echoed as you skillfully heightened his sensations. Lost in pleasure, he tilted his head back, prompting you to gently grasp his neck, urging him to meet your gaze.
“Oh, this is only going to work if you keep on looking at me. The moment you take your eyes off me, I will stop everything that I’m doing, understand?”
"Y-yes, I understand, I'm sorry," he stuttered.
You silenced him with another passionate kiss, then spoke firmly, "It better not happen again."
You felt something start to become hard underneath you.
“Aww, you like it when I treat you like this, don’t you, Jun?”
He nodded his head, feeling flustered and unable to help himself.
You started to grind against his crotch, making him even more of a mess for you. He began to softly whimper and melt into your arms. He loved that you were taking control and looking up into your eyes. You began to kiss him and wrapped your hand around his throat. He seemed to like that because you felt him harden underneath you once again.
You decided to take it further and started to move down onto his neck, marking him up. He bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his moans, but once you began to lower your hand and touch his erection, he couldn't contain himself.
"Mhm, you’re joining enjoy this, aren’t you, Jun?"
All he could do was nod his head in response.
You lifted up his shirt, and he did the same. He looked at you with such desperation, still unable to believe that all his fantasies were about to come to life. After one more passionate kiss, you proceeded to kiss down his chest. Moving lower, you pulled down his joggers and underwear.
His dick made contact with your face as it sprung up against it.
“Wow, you seem really excited about this.”
He nodded his head and started to shake a little. You noticed and gripped his waist with one of your hands to keep him in place. With your other hand, you began to slowly stroke his cock. He tried his best to stifle all of his sinful noises, but he couldn’t keep it together. He began to stroke up into your hand and get lost in his pleasure.
“Mhm, who would’ve thought that you were this needy for me? How long have you thought about this, Jun?”
“S-since I f-first met y-you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You started to stroke him at a faster pace than before.
"Oh, really? I didn't know you were this obsessed with me," you remarked.
You started to gently kiss all over his dick, and he began to whine and beg for you to stop.
“I find it very cute, honestly.”
That almost did it for him. Your teasing and taunting were pushing him to the edge and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist you.
Then, you took him into your mouth.
He arched his back in pleasure, practically screaming out for you
You bobbed your head up and down on him, and he loved every second of it. You started using both hands to stroke the base of his member while sucking on the tip. You could feel him pulsing around your hands and in your mouth.
He couldn’t hold back, and he grabbed your hair and he started thrusting himself into your mouth with full force. You began to gag on him and felt your eyes start to water. As he was about to finish, he decided to lift you off of him and stop himself.
You were confused as to why he did that when he was so close. He then flipped you over onto your back and pinned your hands down above your head. He knelt into your ear and whispered,
“Now it’s my turn.”
He said it in such a husky and deep tone that it took you off guard for a second. You'd never seen Xiaojun look so serious and almost intimidating. His voice sent shivers down your spine. Even that desperate look in his eyes changed. It was as if he had become a completely different person now.
He started to wrap one of his hands around your throat and lower the other down into your shorts. He let out a cocky smirk and said, “Oh wow, honey, don’t tell me you got wet just from sucking me off. Here I thought I was the pathetic one. But you, my love—”
He took your shorts completely off and left your panties on. He pushed your panties to the side and inserted one of his fingers into your aching pussy. You let out a soft whimper and tried your best not to be too loud.
“You, my love, are just as desperate as I am.”
You knew he was right. You always had a crush on him, but you were always too scared to act on it. Since you and him stopped seeing each other as much, your feelings for him started to go away. But some part of you knew you still liked him regardless of that.
He started pounding his finger into you, and you wanted to melt in his arms instantly. He added a second finger into the mix, and you let out a loud moan. He knew that you were enjoying every second of this. He even started to rub your clit with his thumb. You didn’t care how loud you were being; you practically whined and screamed out in pleasure. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. You returned the same desperate and needy gaze he had given you earlier.
“Aww, you’re so pretty when you moan out for me, darling. Keep on making noises for me.”
You reveled in everything he was saying to you, and he loved seeing you in this state. He had been wanting this for so long, and now that it was finally happening, he couldn’t believe it. He felt that you were close to the edge and decided to pull out his fingers.
You whined from not feeling full anymore, but that didn’t last long when he positioned his cock against your pussy and shoved himself into you. You threw your head back in pleasure and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was giving you long but hard strokes. He took his time with you and wanted to savor this moment between the two of you.
“God, you're so beautiful, and I love when you look at me like that.”
You loved it when he would always praise and compliment you. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. You felt almost connected to him in this moment and didn’t want to let go of him. He seemed like he was getting anxious and wanted to speed things up a bit. He grabbed onto the bedframe and started to thrust into you at a faster pace.
“Mhm, this feels so good, Jun—”
“I know, baby. You don’t have to tell me twice.”
You felt yourself start to loosen up around him, and he pushed your legs back around your head. He explored deeper into your core, touching places you never imagined could bring such pleasure. He found your sweet spot, which drove you more insane than before.
You didn’t know how long you could take this anymore.
“P-please, slow d-down, Junnie, I—”
It had been a while since you called him and he loved it so much. In a sudden burst of energy, he accelerated, moving as quickly as possible.
“Fuck, sweetie, if you keep calling me that, you’re going to drive me completely insane.”
You let out a smirk, and you had so much lust in your eyes as you said, “But I love calling you that. It makes you all flustered and you look cute.
You saw that his face started to become red, and he couldn’t even look you in the eye anymore.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Junnie? Where did all your confidence go? Don’t tell me you’re going to give up on me now…”
He didn’t like how much you were patronizing him, and he didn’t hold back. He started to choke you again, and he had this serious look in his eyes. He knelt down into your ear and said, “Now, darling, I'm not going to last very long, and you can run your mouth all you want, but if you don’t finish at the same time as me, you’re on your own.”
He looked as intimidating as before, and you knew he wasn’t messing around anymore. So you gave in to his demands. He thrust into you with such force and vigor, and you both reached your breaking points and came at the same time.
He collapsed onto your chest, he felt his whole body become weak.
“Hey, Jun, get off of me, you're too heavy.”
He let out a chuckle and rolled you over to the bed, and now you’re both facing each other side-by-side. You lay there for a minute and thought back on all the things that just happened. You didn’t know what to say, and then he finally spoke.
“Hey, look, if I was too rough or got carried away, I want to say I'm sorry for that—”
“Junnie, you don’t have to apologize for anything. That was all so good. I especially liked the part where you took control towards the end. I didn’t know you had that in you.”
He blushed at your words, still surprised that you allowed him to do all this to you and that you felt the same way about him.
“Aww, thanks, really. So what do we do now? I hope this doesn’t get in the way of you and Ten. I see the way he looks at you—”
“Oh, he will be fine. He is pretty understanding, and I don’t think he would have a problem with this. At the end of the day, he is my best friend, and he would support me no matter what.”
Xiaojun felt reassured about the situation. He understood that you were closer to Ten now and he just didn't want to cause any problems.
“But we should start hanging out more, Jun, and maybe even… go on a date?”
He froze for a second. He couldn’t believe that this was finally happening.
“U-um, I would really love that, actually!”
You kissed him on the lips and said, “Okay, so where do you want to go?”

**A/N: **If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [HENDERY] [YANGYANG]
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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.”
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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.
♕ Palavras: 1.2k
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.

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Rag Doll
Kun x WayV

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63326185
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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.
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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 :))
you can read the latest chapters at wattpad
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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
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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!”
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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.
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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.
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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 ⊹ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 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...
#when you don’t know what to name your rom com#hendery smut#wayv smut#wayv#hendery#wayv kunhang#kunhang smut#huang kunhang#requests#wayv requests#wayv x reader#hendery x reader#hendery x y/n#wayv x y/n#wayv x you#hendery x you#hendery imagines#hendery scenarios#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#Home is where the sex is... or maybe it’s the heart#hendery fanfiction#hendery fanfic
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𝐎𝐭6
WayV Reaction to "Will You Marry Me"
❒ Fluff, smau
When you get into a dating scandal with someone else
❒ Fluff, smau
𝐊𝐮𝐧
His Darling
❒ Fluff, drabble
𝐓𝐞𝐧
Empty for now....
𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐖𝐢𝐧
Empty for now....
𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧
Nightmare
❒ Fluff
𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲
Empty for now....
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠
Boyfriend Imagines
❒ Fluff, Drabble
#Spotify#fanfiction#scenarios#headcannons#fluff#kpop#kpop scenarios#scenario#smau#wayv kun#wayv ten#wayv winwin#wayv xiaojun#wayv hendery#wayv yangyang#nct wayv#wayv x reader#wayv x you#wayv fluff#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#wayv masterlist#wayv smut#wayv#nct masterlist#nct sub units#fluff angst#kpop angst#angst#wayv fanfic
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Spring Break (Hendery x you)
a/n : surprise! I am here with a Hendery oneshot, to all my Hendery lover friends here, please enjoy this light scenario!
featuring Jeno! and you as librarian
tagging @neopalette
here we go!!
It's another tiring day in your town's library. With Spring break happening, students happen to flood the room with laughter and chattering while they pick a book to read before school starts again. Not that you dislike seeing the library full, you're even okay with letting them talk a little bit louder since no one is studying there, but you're super tired with the extra work to do.
First students happen to either return their books from last term or rush around the catalog computer to find a textbook they can rent for the next school year. It's funny when you see how those students who just come once or twice a year to rent textbooks, appear at the same time.
You are a book lover, you don’t really stick your nose to the pages but you love taking care of books and making sure their covers are still nice and their pages intact. You love rearranging books and guessing the plot from the title. But when it comes to cleaning up when you're closing ….that is a problem.
“I swear, why are there so many books piling up today.” You sigh as you once again classify the books in a trolley with your colleague, Jeno, before returning them to the racks.
Jeno shrugs his shoulder “Because Haechan yesterday did not return the books into the shelf but just leave them here.”
You grunt “Ah Haechan! He really should learn how tiring it is for the next team to take two loads of work.”
“I guess some emergency happened, he's not the type to leave his job unfinished.” Jeno tries to cover up Haechan.
You roll your eyes “Whatever, now bring me those piles.” You point to the last pile of books and it's the fiction books.
“This is the most fiction pile I've received back this week,” you comment while arranging the title in the ordered alphabet sequence.
Jeno raises his brow “What's with this book? This is in hot demand.” Jeno shows you a cover you’re also seeing for the last week.
“Oh yeah! That book is always asked by students some even borrows it and by the time its back, someone else took it home.” You ponder. The title is not ringing any bell to you, you flip the pages but choose not to read this first and let the others finish it.
“I am not a bookworm too.” Jeno laughs when he realized he had been asking the wrong person.
Anyways you finish returning the books into their shelves with Jeno and arrive home four hours after your closing hours. Why?
Oh the bus that usually takes you home, happens to be not running today out of the blue. You are super tired from returning the books, you're hungry but your wallet was left at home and you need to walk to the metro to take a detour instead.
After the long way home where the seats are full, you arrive to your small shared apartment. Woah what a day, you thought.
With big hopes you open the door to expect seeing a cooked meal and your maybe your boyfriend
“Ah not my lucky day.” You yelp when you step into the room to see the total opposite.
“Don’t walk! Louis just misbehaves and peed.” He motions you to stay frozen on the door and you did.
Your eyes follow your boyfriend who's running to take dry towel to clean the mess you almost stepped unto.
“Woah, Louis what's wrong?” you pat the cat once you jump over the mess and close the door.
The cat just purrs at you and leans to your scratches more. You giggle feeling a bit better from the cute cat.
“Long day?” your boyfriend asks after he returns from tossing the towel away and washed his hands.
You nod as you drag your chair and sit on the dining table “Got any food, Hendery?” you look around the kitchen.
No there's no food in the dining table, only jams and butter but no goodies.
Hendery scratches his head “I thought you ate already since you're coming home super late.” He glances to the watch. It's almost nine.
You drap your fingers on the table “Do we have ramen?”
He quickly stands up to check the cabinet and luckily you have some.
“Sit down, i'll make you hot ramen.” Hendery begins to fill the pot with water and boils it.
“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek when you walk to take drink out of the refrigerator. He kisses you back “Sorry I should’ve cooked you something, or bought you dinner on my way home”
You crack open a fresh cold can of beer and gulp it down “Don’t worry, I'm not gonna die.” You lean your back to the counter next to him and loosen up your uniform shirt.
“How's your day?” you question him in return.
He smiles “It was fun, I especially like the yoga class.”
You sigh “Lucky you, you know what you like and you can join workshops.”
Hendery turns the stove off and drains the water away “You can do that too. Maybe look for a sewing class? You look like you make a good tailor.”
You roll your eyes “Wow just one session and you're a funny comedian now!”
He scoffs and just shrugs his shoulder “Whatever, now here sit and eat before I finish everything.” He smiles as he puts down the pot and takes out the dining set for you
You smile “Thanks love,” you pick up your chopstick and begin digging in. J is playing with Louis across you, trying to keep the cat away.
“How is the library?” your man asks you when he sees you almost done eating.
You wipe your mouth “Quiet a day. There's so many books to return every night. There's this one person who always borrow books under one name but the person borrowing and returning it was never the same.”
Hendery looks puzzled and you mirror his face “I know I sound crazy, but that happens!”
He quizically looks at you “Maybe a coincidence?”
You shake your head “I don’t know, and this person reads like hella fast. A thick book can be finished within a day or two!”
“What is the name?” he sounds interested and you close your eyes trying to remember the name.
“Something chinese-ey… hmm wait let me think, I never remember this but I know when I see it.” You frown.
“And gosh the people borrowing the books are all good looking!” your brain remembers this instead of the name.
Hendery looks at you with a smirk “Oh hotter and more handsome than me?”
You quickly shake your head “No, I mean well they have their own charms.. one is super tall like a model, one has a pretty smile, one looks fun, one seems so mature and oh gosh the other has a pretty voice! I heard his humming.”
Hendery nods “That's 5” he shows up his palm and you raise a brow
“What’s wrong with that?” you gulp your drink.
Louis jumps from his lap “I mean try to look everyday like until Sunday? Maybe you'll see the real owner of the name?”
He sounds odd but nothing is ever normal with Hendery. So you play along with him
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You meet the sixth guy on Saturday and you boldly ask if he is the owner of the name, to which the man with cute cat eyes sadly says no.
“Jeno, I am so confused with this mysterious person. They always borrow books but never show up. Why?” you ask on the night where both of you have to take overtime to return the books again.
Jeno laughs “Maybe they're busy?”
You scoff “Who is busy on a spring break?”
Jeno chuckles “We are.”
You sigh, he's not wrong…
“How can you find yourself a partner if you're cracking lame jokes.” You look at him with pity
Jeno pokes your stomach “Your boyfriend is also cracking lame jokes, yet he got you.”
You laugh, he's once again not wrong.
--
“Welcome, how's your Sunday?” You ask to the man with a sunglasses and a mask in front of you.
He feigned a “good" which you miss since you're busy taking the card for the data.
“Name?” you ask, eyes still on your computer and book
“Huang Guanheng,” he answers shortly
You raise your brow and look up to see if this is another man. You frown when he looks down on his feet. Maybe he's shy, you thought
“Card please?” you reach out your hand that has a small heart tattoo on the wrist.
“Oh right!” he reaches for his pocket and when he hands his card to you, a sliver of his wrist comes to show and you gasp
“Babe?!” you stare in surprise
Hendery scratches his neck and pulls down his sunglasses “Yes?”
You swipe the card and quickly note the name “The hell? Are you also in this game?!” you sound a little bit furious.
Hendery bends to reach your height and gets closer to your face
“Correction, I am not playing a game.”
You scoff “Then what?”
He returns his sunglasses and leans back “I am Huang Guanheng.” He takes the book away from you and with a wink he flies away to the door. Each step he takes looks like he's in a runway.
All eyes are on him, well how can one not stare at a man with a black sunglasses, black turtleneck, red scarf and long anime legs walking through the door
You still freeze in your spot and Jeno brings you back to life with a tap on your head.
“Ouch!”
“That was the seventh mystery? Who's next?” Jeno leans on the counter next to you and you tap his shoulder repeatedly
“That was Hendery!”
Jeno looks at you confusedly “Hendery? Oh as in your boyfriend? Oh he's in the mysterious game too?”
You groan “No. He is Huang Guanheng!”
Jeno bursts into a laugh “I don’t know who's silly here, you for not knowing your boyfie's name or you getting fooled by him. Either one, I have a great laugh today! Tell him he will be a great comedian! I can smell that already!”
Jeno laughs away to tell the other librarian and you still stare at the computer data and card with disbelief.
Huang Guanheng is Hendery, your own man. The same man you've been dating for three years. And today he surprised you with his real name.
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