#huang guanheng smut

[keehomania]

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

SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

✧°, MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[queeenarii]

Based on someone's post saying Johnny would love the lotus position.

Gender Neutral reader.

🔞 Minors Do Not Ingage

In this : Johnny, Kun, Hendery

CW: choking(John,reader reciving) Hendery(hen reciving). Squirting (reader) Oral (Hen reciving) Slight Orgasm control(John,Kun, reader reciving,) . Mentions of Edging (Kun, reader reciving)

If missed any lmk!!

Johnny

You sit on his lap, swiviling your hips, hands gripping the head board for stability. A moan escapes from your lips as his tip kisses the deepest parts of you.

"Johnny" you whine in desperation. It feels so good. But it's not enough

"Keep going for me beautiful" he croaks out. Eyes hooded and locked on yours. His large hand wraps around your neck, pressing slightly. The slight pressre provides a gentle jolt to your system causing you to throw your head and moan loudly, rutting your hips desperately to chase your high. He plunges deeper filling you up so nicely it drives you insane, and pushes you to take more of him.

"That's it my love" he encourages, voice low and hungry. Johnny rewards your enthusiasm by attaching his mouth to your left nipple, biting softly.

"Fuck" he pants "You look gorgeous on top of me" a new spark picks up from your right nipple as his hand elctrifieas every inch of your skin making you shiver.

There's a rustling, but you pay it no mind, your realise dwelling just under your surface. Buzzing fills the air but before you can react it's attack your clit/tip.

The moan that rips from you is vicious. Booming and drawn out. Once again it's too much. Your skin buzzes in tune with the toy, you pulse at random sucking Johnny in more.

"Look at me" he commands "you know I love to see you loose control" the vibrator diggs harsher onto you boarding on painful. He resumes the assault on your chest, enveloping the left nipple sucking harshly.

"Johnny..." you wail "...Johnny I can't" nails sink into his shoulders. You carve valleys in his dewy skin marking him as yours once again. He inhales at the sting, reveling in it. Reveling in you. His eyes dart down to where you two are joined.

"Fuck. for me pretty. All for me" he groans out bucking his hips up. He turns the settings on the vibrator up once more. It rattles against you in an intoxicating manner. You squeez Johnny harder, your high steadily approaching. His hand grips tighter as he mutters a simple command.

"Cum for me baby"

That's all it takes. Your resolve breaks. You let go.

"That's right make a mess for me" . Johnny ruts up into you helping you ride out your high and chasing his. You whine higher as your orgasm drags on, drenching Johnny's abs and the sheets.

You feel fuzzy like your floating. Your finger tips are on fire as you continue to clench around him.

His hands climb to your waist. Keeping you moving. When your senses are about you, you straighten up, hazy eyes staring into his. Soft lips meet yours as your body unknowningly follow your mind. Dying to have his lips on yours. The over stimulation settles in your bones, your nails dig harder into him.

He grunts "hold on for me baby" his lips barely leave yours "I'm close"

After what feels like an eternity, a hearty groan rings through the air. His teeth sink into your lips, his dull nails provide some solace. A teether for your floating being.

Kun

You don't know what track he was working on. Only that he said he needed you. He needed his muse.

The chair squeaks and the arms press into you, itchy and irritating. Kun leans back from him computer.

But then pleasure rushes your veins. Kuns lips, raw , pink and bruised from his anxious bitting, attaches to your neck drawing out a moan.

"Beautiful" he gasps "such beautiful moans. So Perfect, so pretty. " You hum in content at the praise wiggling in his hold.

Kun sits up. The clacking of keys driving you crazy. You can barely see his face from here, but the furl in his brow ignites your curiosity. Then you hear it. Your voice booms from his system.

He sits back before you can shrink yourself into him, embarrasment washing over you. The desperation in your voice feels raw and unfamiliar. But kun. Kuns hips jolt up at the sound. The sound of home, of peace, of pure beauty. The sound of his muse. Sounds that only he can compose, the master of your body, directing your pleasure like an orchestra.

You're barely moving, but his stare goes right to your core. Your hips rock upwards.

"Please do anything babe" you please growing more desperate by the second.

"Go on beautiful, play me" with his permission you crank your hips. The rough movements sharp and uncoordinated. Kuns skin rubs against yours, the chairs handle digs into your skin more rubbing it raw. You don't know how long you've been like this. An hour? Two?

How long has kun been playing with you? Commanding beats of silence after winding you up so close to your release.

The clacking is back. Kun starts tinkering away again. Frustratation beats in your chest at the sound.

"Kunnieeee, please" you whine, desperate.

" I was just ensuring that it saved" he claims. He leans back again. Taking in your form on top of him, groaning.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me" he says gripping your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh there. His corse hands trail up your thighs and scrape against you teasingly.

"So good for me, my muse" Kuns heels dig into the floor allowing him to thrust hardly into you.

His hands return to your hips, forcing you down on him.

"So good, so pretty, all mine" he almost sings, lost in the vevelty wetness of your walls.

Releif, like finding water in miles of dessert, crashes into you when his hand presses against your clit/dick. It's almost too much, the 3 other orgasms that were stolen from you come back to life. Kun moves his hand quickly , your orgasm a crescendo, begging for a release.

"Come on pretty, you can cum" the sweet words leave his mouth alongside pants and groans. All of his efforts quicken determind to fulfill your desires.

You slump against Kuns body, spent, exausted. The arms of the chair chafing your skin as your legs morph into lead weights. Dealing the ground in search of stability.

Kun scoots closer to his desk, tinkering away again.

About 10 minutes pass before another word is said, kun occasionally searching your face, rubbing your back and legs.

"Are you able to get up?" he asks. You hum, brain still fuzzy and limbs less heavy.

"Maybe" you reply smushing your face further into kuns neck. Kuns chuckle fills you with warmth, pushing you back to look at your face. A chast kiss placed to your lips

"Let's get you home, my muse".

Hendery

"Awe man" Guangheng gasped in defeat, gesturing at the screen.

"This is what... " his voice trails off as you home in on how gorgeous the man in front of you is.

His goofy anger, his frustration makes him hotter. His legs speread, sweatpants leaving little to the imagination. His loose shirt hung off his shoulder exposing the canyons of his collarbones and the delicious skin that covers them.

You set your phone down and saunter over to the couch that he inhabits. Straddling his lap you cease his seemily endless chatter, collecting his lips with yours. The room falls silent , peacefulness returned , nothing but the hum of his game in the background.

"If you wanted me to be quiet all you had to do was ask(/j) " he smirks playfully pulling you closer into him. Of course Guangheng couldn't stay silent for long.

"I want you. Quiet or not" you whisper into his ear, grinding down on him teasingly.

"Well all you had to do was ask(/j/sx)" he repeats again. His hand finds your head, pulling you together for another heated kiss. Your cold hands thaw against the hot skin under his shirt, coaxing it off of him.

You push yourself off of him, sinking down to your knees. Hendery lifts his hips to free him self for you. You nuzzle up against his dick, slotting it into your mouth, hands on Hendery thighs.

"Fuck" he pants, his tip skims the back of your throat, your body both refusing and encouraging the action. The hair at his base tickles, your nose scrunching in response. You pull off of him and sneeze.

"Your so cute" his infectious laugh fills the room once more. the crack of a slap following as you retaliate against his bare thigh. Your mouth returns to him coaxing him to full hardness.

Once your satisfied. You return to his lap, hips hovering over his cock and chest over his face. He can't help but to press his face into it with a satisfied hum, kissing and sucking at the skin. Licking along your stretch marks.

"Love your tits" his muffled voice rings. The stretch of his cock is addicting in the way it splits you open. Slowly you fit him inside moaning as he reaches deep inside you.

You start moving your hips to your own rhythm, grabbing your boob in one hand, pinching your nipple. The sting is delicious and your other hand trails down to your core stimulating you there.

Guangheng cant do anything but sit and watch as you use him. His tries to keep his hips under control. Occasionally your thrusts meet the pleasure unexpected yet welcomed.

Your hands stop thier movement frantically searching for Henderys. Your hand lace together and you guide back to your chest. Hendey takes the bait. Fondling and gripping your titts. The sporatic tweaks of your nipples amplify the electricity surging through your body. The soft tugs are soothing but the harsh pinches are electrifying.

Your hand picks up speed as do your hips. Hendery digging his blunt nails into your chest as your velvety walls squeeze him.

"Shit" you gasp out. Your free hand climbes up Henderys torso. You stop at his nipples flicking them slightly. Hendery groans in response, his fluffy hair meeting the back of the sofa.

Your lips find his neck, his hand your core replacing yours. Your free hand reaches its final destination, curling around his thick neck the best your hands could.

Guangheng goes wild. His eyes roll back, his hand picks up speed on your clit and his other had trades your nipple for his own. His hips move on their own accord. Out of tune with your movememebts but delightful none the less.

Your bodies ruffling is all you hear, until his loud moan ripples through the air.

"Cum with me princess" he begs looking back at you, his eyes commanding the attention of your own.

His face soon contours in pleasure, his moan loud and deep. His hips piston into yours, driving you to your high.

Eventually the cord snaps. Your coming on his spent dick and the last drops of his release mix with yours. Your hips circle languishing in the pain that resides after your orgasm.

"I should loose more often huh" of course Guangheng couldn't stay silent for long.

[itstheoneshot]

December 16: North Pole - Hendery

“Do you think I look good?” Hendery asks.

You look up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, and you swear your eyes just about pop out of your head as you land your gaze on him.

“What the fuck?” You ask, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Hendery laughs at you, lifting his hand to his hair to adjust the stupid Santa hat he is wearing. That… and nothing else.

“You said you wanted to see the North Pole,” He replies, his tone is playful, “Is this not what you meant?”

His eyes flit downwards, and he smirks at you as he meets your gaze once more. This was not what you had envisioned when you made your request, and Hendery knew that too. You had not shut up about the stage show that was due to hit the city this week, and Hendery had promised to get you tickets, as you were working when they were released.

“I couldn’t get the tickets, baby. I’m sorry, it sold out so fast…” He sighs, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You can’t be upset at him, not when he does stupid shit like this to cheer you up. He doesn’t care about embarrassing himself, not when it means that he makes you feel better.

It is impossible to stay mad at him, especially so with his perfect body on show just for you, and that cheeky look on his face, the one that has you standing up from the dining table to join him in the doorway.

“Fine,” You smirk right back, “But it better be good, baby… You owe me.”

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31 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

[kpopblurbs]

Wayv hendery👀

- Switch I feel like he has a sub lean but he's not picky like he's one of the adaptable ones.

- Overstimulation Just work him through his orgasm for a bit too long pls I bet its his favorite thing

- Collars Just a nice sturdy collar with enough room for u to hook a finger into it and tug him around

- Bondage I feel like he doesn't like it super tight like he loves being able to wiggle around and tug at the restraints but still be completely at ur mercy

[sunshineseung]

Day 31 - Huang Guanheng

warnings: male!reader, feminization? Hendery’s a fucking puppy boy maid, teasing, clothed sex, hhh I just wanna see Hendery in a maid costume >:(

For the first time in what feels like months, you were home alone with Hendery. Finally a day with just you and your boyfriend and none of his bandmates to distract you two. You’re slouching on the couch, mindlessly watching the television, when Hendery skips over to you and sits on your lap.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” You smile at him, and he buries his head in your neck. His lips graze over your shoulder while he holds you as close as possible. “Ah, my baby wants attention?”

He nods against you, leaning back and giving you the cutest puppy-dog eyes you’ve every seen. You feel his bulge press against you, and you immediately get the hint.

“Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?” Again, Hendery nods and hops off your lap, jogging into your shared bedroom. It takes him a few minutes to come back out, because when you give Hendery a choice to dress up, he will dress up. Every minute you waited was worth it when he flings the door open and turns the corner. 

Clip-on wolf ears, wolf tail plug, white thigh-high stockings, and your favorite, the tight maid dress that hugged Hendery’s body perfectly. What a sight to behold, and it was all for you to see. Hendery stands in the doorway and waits for a response, but you’re too shocked to talk. Once you gather your thoughts, you hold your arms out, inviting him back on your lap.

“Cmere, pretty boy.” Hendery, of course, complies, hopping on your lap faster than ever before. His tail shifts inside of him, and he gasps for air from the sudden stimulation. You bring him into a short kiss before looking down and admiring the view before you, or in this case, sitting on top of you. 

“D-do you like it?” Hendery held onto your shoulders and watched every facial expression you made as your eyes raked over his body. You nod, biting your lip. 

“You look so fuckin’ good. So fucking good...” You trail off, grabbing Hendery’s hips and pulling him closer so your hard-ons are pressed against each other. Your erection in your jeans twitches when you see his skirt pull back and reveal a thin pair of white panties were the only piece of clothing he had holding back his hard cock. “Wow, you look stunning.” 

Hendery blushes and looks away from you, trying not to get too shy, but when you bring him into a long, yearning kiss, all his worries fly away. He starts to press down onto you, earning a moan from himself. 

You pull back, a string of spit connecting you and Hendery by your lips. You both laugh, just enjoying each other’s company for a moment.

“Aw, my little puppy is so good for me. What do you say we continue this in the bedroom?”

“Please, master?” You can practically see his fake ears perk up. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“Anything for you, love.” 

[lovethoery]

Wow imagine hendery fingering you with rings on

[m] im absolutely fucking miserable because of this you dont even know how fucking hot for him i am. listen this is the last thing i wanna imagine because my stupid sex monkey brain cannot handle it. hes so fucking hot for absolutely no reason. guanheng KNOWS he has pretty hands. theyre not super delicate but theyre not beefy either. theyre perfectly bony and his nails are nice and short. god hed look so good with his rings on. he doesnt wear them often but when he does he knows youre gonna eye his hands al night. somehow his hand ends up on your thigh at some point and holy fuck are the rings cold. and knowing him, he makes some stupid fucking joke about warming them up and slips his fingers into your underwear. youre Soaked and he takes great pleasure in teasing you about it, spreading you apart and dipping his middle finger to press into you just a little, just enough to make you whimper and push your hips forward for more. i feel like itd be more like him playing with you clit rather than fingering you just because he doesnt wanna hurt you or smth but there are moments where he pushes his index and middle finger all the way into you and leans over to whisper in your ear, “so good. so wet. you’ve been watching my fingers all day, babylove. this what you wanted? wanted my fingers? do the rings really look that good?” because hes fucking cocky like that and he keepa going until youre gripping his wrist, whimpering and gasping and crying that youre gonna come and when you do, your thighs shake and your toes curl and kunhang’s just so fucking proud of himself. his fingers are soaked when he pulls them out and his rings are all shiny and hes a fucking idiot so he says some stupid shit like “well theyre Definitely warm now :D” and you have to swat at his chest.

[neohours]

Degenerate evening

➵ Pairing: Hendery x Reader x Yangyang

➵ Genre: Smut, angst at the end

➵ Warnings: Fingering, oral (receive and giving), unprotective sex, make out, threesome

➵ A/N: Repost + Re-edit. Should I make a part two?

Request

Orignal idea

➵ Words: 1719

Your mouths moved in harmony, it was something magical. You felt weird, Hendery's lips against yours and Yangyang's lips dotting your neck with kisses. The worst was that your evening had started in a good way, but very quickly everything had degenerated and you found yourself being trapped between their two bodies.

Yangyang's hands passed along your belly and climbed to your breasts, which he began to knead, teasing your nipples at the same time through your oversized t-shirt. While those of his best friend remained on your hips, without moving from their place.

He didn't want to rush you. Even this wasn't your first time doing this kind of things, it was your first time to do it with them, your best friends. You wouldn't have thought for a minute before that one of your fun evenings would've turn out like this.

Yangyang, becoming more enterprising, helped you to remove your shirt to have better access to your breasts to touch them. From this, Hendery couldn't help but withdraw from your lips and detail your half naked body in front of him, for only garment you left; your panties.

"I never thought you'd be even sexier without clothes on." You blushed automatically at his compliment. Although your relationship was only based on friendship, the two boys had already thought of you in a way being quite other than innocent.

After admiring you, he wanted to kiss you again, but his actions were stopped by the hand of Yangyang who slightly pushed him away. He looked at him confused for a moment and you finally understood his intentions only when he made you turn your face to the side and took possession of your lips in his turn.

Kissing him was different than if you kissed his friend. It was more fiery. Although their two kisses were perfect as one as the other. Hendery took it as an advantage to wander his hands all pver your body. You sighed in anticipation when they went down to your panties and that he began to gently run his fingers along your covered slit.

Your breathing quickened as he moved your panties to the side and began to gently enter a finger into you, already knowing how wet you were, when everything had just begun.

"Already wet, it's been only ten minutes since we started to touch you." Hendery teased you. You weren't surprised that immediately said, Yangyang's touch also lowered from your breasts to your clit and began to rub it.

Both were doing something to make you feel good. When Hendery added another finger and increased the pace of his in and out, your moans echoed in the kiss that you were exchanging with Yangyang. Because of this, you had trouble following his lips, trying to kiss him back until you broke the kiss and ran your head down his neck to smother your noises.

"Only naughty girls let anyone touch her." Yangyang whispered in your ear, causing you chills. You couldn't deny the fact, you were now letting your best friends touch you in a way that was far from a friendly one. None of them were your boyfriend, which was even more confusing.

Your hips unconsciously started to buck, wanting to rub yourself against their hands and always create more delicious friction and this when you felt Hendery's fingers curling inside of you, managing to easily find your most sensitive point.

Taking advantage of the fact that he is in front of you, Hendery attacked your chest, sucking and gently nibbling your nipples hardened by the excitement and the air of the room. Yangyang quickly became impatient. It was exciting to see desesperate for them, but he wanted to start things seriously, it had to.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore. I want to fuck you now." You could clearly feel a bulge against your ass, and the imagination of how well formed he was made you feel a heat in your lower abdomen.

He pulled you out of their grip and made you change your position so that he could have your ass in front of him. This decision made Hendery slightly annoyed. He never gave him time to take pleasure in feeling you and it made him piss.

He stared at the scene for a moment, not moving from his place, frustrated that it was Yangyang who took all the power in a few ways. Despite his bad temper, he didn't say anything when he saw Yangyang gently pulling down your panties and take it off to admire their work.

Only thanks to their fingers you were so soaked that he almost wanted to throw all his ideas of fucking you and spend the rest of the night to taste you. Noticing the irritated attitude of your best friend, you didn't lost time to get his attention by slowly stroking his thigh. Guessing immediately your wish, a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Whatever you want, you'll get it, babygirl." He said, grabbing the waistband of shorts and lowered it for you to get his dick in your disposal. Your eyes were fixed on his cock and you had almost the water in the mouth. Perfect length. You had no difficulty taking it in between your lips, not wanting to tease.

As if his best friend was waiting for that, as soon as you began to suck Hendery, Yangyang penetrated you. His dick was a little thicker and was stretching your inside so well. His touch was focused on your hips, which he held firmly while he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Your moans and your hot breath, becoming jerky, ran aground on the boy's skin in front of you, causing him chills. Both had their eyes fixed on your figure. Hendery can't look away from your beautiful mouth around his cock and Yangyang had his blocked on your position, he liked how your ass was in fully in front of his face.

His lower lip wedged between his teeth, he followed every movement your ass made and every time your skins clashed. They thought you were so beautiful. Each part of your skin stuck to theirs and the heat of it being transmitted to theirs made them feel even more desirable for you than they already had.

The more seconds passed, the more they began to take control over you. It wasn't like you hated the way Hendery started to control your pace or that Yangyang started to take you more roughly.

You started to get hot, the room was almost stuffy. The boys felt their orgams begin to consume them and in a short time it hit them. In a groan more audible and shaken than the preceding ones, they came, retreating before.

Yangyang let himself go on your back and ass, while Hendery came on your chest and chin. To tease Hendery you took a bit of his cum that ran down your chin and brought it to your mouth, but he grabbed your wrist.

"Stop it or I'll not stop myself from doing anything other than fuck your mouth." He threatened you, his firm tone making your walls clench.

"Go ahead, you guys didn't even make me cum, maybe this time you'll succeed." You defied him, knowing that you wouldn't only provoke him, but also Yangyang.

He stared at you for a long time before grabbing both lf your arms and crushing you against the bed. Before you could say anything else, quickly, your legs were wide open and Hendery fled between your thighs.

His mouth moved against your intimate , sucking and licking your entry. You bit your lower lip violently as he looked up at you with his dark brown eyes consumed by lust, before concentrating again on eating you out. Yangyang then grabbed your chin to turn your face back to his.

"Don't challenge us baby, you'll understand it very soon." He added before kissing you. Even so, it didn't seem to bother him much that you were having trouble focusing your attention on his lips, which was always drifting to the person between your legs.

He knew how to use his tongue and fingers, which surprised you. His fingers were, for the second time of this evening, pumping into you, touching your sore spot. You felt as quickly as he started your orgasm consuming you.

You thought it was over, but the way his arms wrapped around your thighs and held them tight so you could stop move as you did made you understand the opposite. Despite his grip, your body continued to squirm slightly due to your sensitive stimulation.

Your head fell back on the pillows and Yangyang took the opportunity to gently kiss your neck down gradually until his tongue wrapped around one of your nipples. He tried as much as possible to avoid his friend's cum that was still scattering along your breasts and neck.

It didn't last long before you came a second time, an intense moan slipping from your lips. You couldn't help but feeling yourself getting even more aroused, when Hendry got up on his knees, his hair disheveled and his chin dripping, of your juice.

"I made you cum you twice. Now you have nothing to say sweetheart." He concluded, emphasizing the emotional nickname. He licked his lips, whispering how good you tasted, before going to lie beside you. In his turn, after kissing you for the last time, Yangyang also went to lie by your side. None of you said anything, everyone looking at the ceiling of your room, silently.

You decided after a while to get up, being tired of being naked and dirty between them. They just looked at you. Now you didn't know where your friendship was. You slept together and real best friends don't. You knew that later your relationship would become even more ambicious.

What you didn't know was that the boys felt something strange when y'all had sex, something other than pleasure and excitement. And the more seconds passed and the more they continued to see you naked, like that, exposed to them, the more they began to seriously question their feelings for you.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed drastically. After this evening, you knew that it would be difficult for you to maintain the same friendly ambience you had before any of this happened.

[moonctzeny]

Love on the line

pairing: phone sex operator and roommate!hendery x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.3k

warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, guided masturbation, praise, slight degradation, sex toy

summary: "After you find the promotional card of a phone sex service on the floor of your apartment, you decide to give it a try due to the dry spell that has cursed you recently. Little did you know, your roommate would be on the end of the line."

a/n: This is my submission for Inna's @ncteaxhoe and Kitty’s @immabiteyou Love and Debauchery Collab! I'm sorry I'm 5 days late but the tags stopped working when I was ready to post 😭

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Your phone taunts you.

A little black, rectangular hole in the middle of your bed. Your made-up bed. That you wished someone would come and mess up. You can’t even remember how long your dry spell has lasted for, the sound of a creaking bed foreign in your room.

You look at the business card in your hands. It had slipped out of Hendery’s bag when he was rushing out of your shared apartment. Two half-naked, badly edited men were showing off their abs in the background of the tacky, hot-pink lettering.

DIAL NOW FOR THE STEAMIEST PHONE SEX!!! THE HOTTEST EXPERIENCE IS ONLY ONE CALL AWAY!!!

You can’t believe that you’re even considering this. It was your roommate who had planted the idea in your head, trying to change your opinion when you confronted him about the card you found on the floor.

“There is a reason these services exist! How is this any worse than watching a random dude jerking off on a porn site? At least you get some real interaction”

Interaction. You haven’t really thought of that before. It was the one thing missing from all the nights when you tried to take some of your frustrations away on your own. Even your best of toys couldn’t make you feel less alone anymore. Giving up, you reach for your phone.

“This is all Hendery’s fault”, you mutter under your breath as you dial the number, trying to make the decision easier for you. After a couple of rings, an automated voice comes from the recipient’s end.

“Congratulations, you just dialed the hottest phone sex service that is sure to leave you satisfied. Please wait until we connect you with one of our naughty operators.”

Rolling your eyes, you get under your covers as the line beeps consecutively, trying to get comfortable. Soon enough, someone from the other end clears his throat before delivering his well-rehearsed welcoming line.

“You dialed 1-800-HOT-HUNKS-TALKING. How can I please you tonight?”

Your mouth goes dry as the realization of what you’re doing weighs you down on your shoulders. What are you even supposed to say?

“Hi.”

“W-wearing what are you? Umm… What are you w-wearing?”

You look at the device in your hands in disbelief. The operator sounds young, around your age, you guess, with a deep, pretty voice underneath all that stuttering.

“Excuse me?”

“Uhhh… One second. You wish I was here huh? Oh, wait! Shit, fuck, I’m supposed to ask for your name first.”

You giggle at his rambling, the interaction way stranger than what you expected. The noise of papers being ruffled in panic can be heard in the background. You could’ve sworn you’ve heard his voice before.

“Messed up your script?”

“Y-yeah”, the operator admits, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you there was a script. It’s my first week on the job…”

“My name’s y/n”, you say patiently, hoping your sweet tone calms him down. In return, you get five seconds of silence. “Hello?”

“Uh-uh yes I’m here”, the operator says, his voice changed now. You could tell it was the same person, choosing to fake a deeper timbre all of a sudden for whatever reason. “So, how did you decide to call the line? Lonely?”

“Yes, actually”

“How did you find us?”

Weird question, you think, but then again, maybe it’s mandatory to ask for marketing reasons.

“My roommate had one of your cards. He dropped it, I found it. He suggested that I try the line out”, you sigh, “I haven’t had sex for so long.”

“Must be hard”, the man almost whispers.

“It is”, you mewl, surprised at how comfortable you are already. “I just want someone to be there when I cum, you know? Help me out.”

“Why don’t you ask your roommate to do that for you?”

You laugh heartily at the question. “Trust me, I’ve tried. My dumb roommate is the densest person on earth. No matter how many times I’ve suggested that he just doesn’t take a hint.”

“What?! You’ve never asked me to help you out!”

You sit up straight at his response, phone still in your hands. The card, the voice.

“Hendery?!”

“Yes”, your roommate sighs defeatedly, “it’s me”.

“How? Why?”

You hear him grunt from the end of the line, frustration evident. You still can’t fit this situation inside of your head.

“I needed some money, okay? I saw this ad that they were looking for young male operators for a sex line and I thought hey, how hard can it be?”

“Yeah, you were really smooth out there”

“Hey!”, he protests, the angry tone of his voice sending a current of electricity to your lower stomach, “They told me I was good, I even went through a casting! I’m just- not good at learning scripts. I prefer to go freestyle.”

Laying back down on your bed, you can’t contain the little smile that tugs the corner of your lips upwards.

“Freestyle, huh? Let’s hear you then”

Hendery freezes once again, mouth immediately going dry. You weren’t just some lady he had to impress at the casting call, you were his roommate. The girl whose bare face he admired when making coffee every morning. The girl he goes out of his way to get her favorite take-out for when she’s sad. The girl for whom he’s been pining for all along. And just found out was willing to let him fuck her.

“Well”, he starts off tentatively, “first I would ask you what you’re wearing”

“O-Oh”, you squeak out, taking a look at your outfit under the sheets of your bed, “I’m wearing that black t-shirt you lent me. And those pink pajama shorts I wear all the time”

“Oh my god, these are so hot”

“They are?”

“Yeah, they make your ass look fucking-”. Hendery stops himself mid-sentence, not sure if he can be that vulgar yet. “And underneath that?”

“Umm, nothing”, you admit, heat rushing to your face, “I figured I should wear as little as possible for the call. To have, you know, easy access.”

“Fuck”, he swears under his breath, the sound sending shivers down your spine, “Now touch yourself for me.”

“What?!”

“I thought you said you wanted to cum? Isn’t that why you’re almost naked? And why you haven’t hung up already?”

You suck in a breath at the undeniable accusation, dipping your fingers under the band of your shorts. Your fingers slide right over your lower lips, gasping a little when your thumb grazes your clit.

“I’m doing it.”

“How wet are you?”

It’s embarrassing to admit, but the tips of your fingers are already getting pruney. The smell of his cologne from the t-shirt coils around you, arousing you even more.

“Very wet”

“Is that because you’re desperate, baby, or is it because of me?”

“Please”, you scoff, head dropping back as you circle your index around your opening, “You haven’t even done anything yet.”

“So you admit you’re desperate?”, Hendery teases, “My little slut. Didn’t even bother to put on underwear to get fucked over the phone better.”

Your airy moan signals Hendery to continue, his harsh words making your whole body tingle.

“Move your other hand over your tits. Pinch those nipples for me. I bet they sit all pretty.”

You squeeze your left boob as instructed, playing with the hardened bud and heightening your pleasure. The company of your roommate has your blood running faster than usual, already feeling yourself close as your fingers start to work harder.

“Fuck. I can hear that needy pussy from here. Soaking. Got your fingers all wet for me, huh?”

You whimper at the phone as you circle your clit at a steady pace, teasing the little nub until your toes are curling.

“Answer me.”

“Yes”, you say breathlessly, “Hendery, I’m so close.”

“Aww does that feel good baby? You sound so pretty when you moan my name like that. Makes me wanna ruin you more.”

Breaths getting harder to take, you feel yourself on the brink of falling over the edge. Your thighs shake from all the pleasure, nails digging in the plump skin of your chest.

“Come on, spread those pretty legs and cum for me. I know you want to. Let it all out.”

You moan gibberish in a lewd crescendo, spreading your wetness over your pussy as you rub yourself through your high. Hendery is swearing continuously on the other end, gasping for oxygen himself. The stars in your vision start to dissipate slowly, yet your audience only makes the fire in your belly get stronger.

“Hendery”, you mewl out and he hisses, addicted to the sound of your voice when you’re drunk on an orgasm.

“I know, baby, I know. Now reach for that pink dildo next to your bed.”

“How do you even know I have that?”

“I was looking for my headphones one day and I saw it on accident. Very impressed by your choice of length”, your roommate shrugs casually, making your blood boil even more.

“I told you not to snoop through my stuff!”

Hendery kisses his teeth at your tantrum, too impatient to have this argument right now.

“We’re already paying this goddamn line gold on our next phone bill. Do you want to bicker or do you want me to make you cum again?”

Huffing in irritation, you take the big toy out of its protective pouch, fingers barely managing to wrap all the way around it. Your rid yourself of your two pieces of clothing, fully bare for him now.

“Hendery…”

“What is it, love?”

“It’s not gonna fit inside me easily…”

The boy chuckles at your cute voice, the little whimpers adorable to him. “Dip two of your fingers inside your pretty pussy for me. You’re wet enough for these to fit, aren’t you baby?”

“Yeah”, you sigh uncertainly, pushing two digits inside your warm hole. It’s a snug fit that makes you wiggle to make yourself comfortable, moaning as your fingers drag over your sensitive spot.

“Good girl. If I knew you wanted me to stretch you open this whole time…”

He lets his bitter sentence unfinished, and you continue to pump eagerly, moans getting louder with every thrust. Soon you can move your fingers easily inside you, scissoring yourself open carefully.

“I- I think I can fit it now”, you whisper tentatively, making Hendery laugh darkly.

“My brave girl. Get on your knees. And try to ride it.”

You shuffle through your bedsheets clumsily, holding onto your bedpost as your trembling legs aren’t reliable enough. Positioning the tip of the toy right underneath your slit, you let gravity do its job and sink the silicone cock right inside you. The stretch burns you immediately, deliciously, causing tears to collect on the corners of your eyes.

“It’s really big…”

“I know it is baby but we have to prep you, don’t we? You know my dick is even bigger right?”

You had gotten a sneak peek through those grey sweatpants he loved so much, desperately trying to hide his morning wood when making breakfast every morning. The memory makes your pussy throb, sending thick slick down the length of the toy, coating it.

“How am I supposed to fuck you the way I want if you can’t even fit your little toy inside you? Wouldn’t wanna make my princess hurt. There’s still plenty of room in that tight pussy to stretch open.”

Determined, your ass finally reaches your mattress again. You let the toy slowly slip out, hovering over it for a second before pushing it all the way inside you again, heart thumping at the thought of Hendery’s promise.

“I- I made it”

“That’s my good girl. Now bounce on it. Just like you do on these nights when you get too horny to function. Were you being loud on purpose? Riling me up and hoping that I knock on your door to give you a good fuck?”

“Yes”, you cry out embarrassed, tears staining your cheeks, making your face glisten in your dimly lit room. Sweltering pleasure has completely overtaken the slight pain you felt, bed creaking as you bounce up and down desperately. The hard tip nudges your sweet spot over and over again.

“Come on, now. Give me one more”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming”

Waves of heat wash over you continuously as you collapse forward, screaming inside your pillow. A big wet spot sits proudly in the middle of the bed, evidence of your mind-blowing orgasm. In the intensity of the moment, you’ve let your phone slip from your palm, leaving a worried Hendery behind. You can hear a small, muffled voice coming out of your speakers.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you okay?”

Forcing your upper body upwards, you manage to bring your cellphone back to your ear, hissing as your oversensitive nipples rub against your bedsheets.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, you croak through your damaged vocal cords, “this was, wow.”

Hendery chuckles proudly, you can hear his smile clearly over the phone.

“So you admit that I’m good at this job?”

“You are”, you surrender, exhausted, letting the toy slip out of you. A small moment of silence fills the next moments, neither of you being brave enough to ask the big question.

Hendery gives in.

“I’m finishing my shift in a couple of hours. Do you want me to meet you in your room later?”

“Hmmm… I guess I am curious to see if you’re as good in person as you are through the phone.”

“Ok, fuck. This is really happening, okay. Oh my god, I can’t believe this. I have to go now, but I’ll see you soon.”

You smile at his little rambling, feeling yourself being lulled to sleep from your two orgasms, eyelids heavy. Calling that sleazy sex line wasn’t that bad of an idea after all.

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not proofread sorry for any mistakes ><

[deryluv]

{ 20;23 } huang guanheng ~~

sickly fluff, tw; none

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after hendery returned to the dorms after your your date, he ignored the other wayv members welcoming him back as he made a beeline towards his bedroom. he let out a squeal and jumped onto his bed, a smile on his face that made his cheeks hurt. hendery began kicking his feet in the air as he cherished the feeling of his lips kissing your cheek.

and, just then, a click resounded throughout the room as yangyang took a photo of hendery in his lovestruck state.

20:25 - YANGYANG

i wonder what y/n will think of this one >:)

[otptings]

Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn’t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth,  savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of  Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

[glitxhwayventeen]

The Lucky One

Hendery

Characters: Hendery x female reader

Warnings: twisted sense of humor about disabilities, love triangle, depression mentions, disability struggles, mentions of partying, mentions of drinking/drugging, homelessness mentions, dark jokes, fight scene sort of, i think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: I clicked the wrong thing so this is a mess and it posted before it was finished. I will be fixing it within the next day or so. But Please don’t take any of the jokes made about the main characters disability seriously. My family has a warped sense of humor about our own medical issues (me included) and it’s just how i naturally pictured the character to be about hers too! It wasn’t meant to upset anyone!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Watch It All Burn Masterlist

The Lucky One: Part 2

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After being on a plane for hours on end sitting next to some slobbering idiot, Kunhang was just dying to plant his aching body in bed and surround himself in his tranquil pillows and bellowing blankets to sleep. But even as the car consisting of his alpha, his alpha’s mate, and himself pulled up to their shared home’s driveway, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pumping a million miles a minute.

He was so exhausted only moments ago he really wasn’t sure he’d even be able to make it through the front door. But, as if a light switch had suddenly been flickered on, a rush of adrenaline and nerves began firing throughout his body. Something just felt so… off. He just couldn’t explain what.

“So you dreading being back yet Guanheng?” Yueguang joked while they were sat in the car waiting for her mate to unload some of the bags before they began their way into the house.

One would think he would be considering he hadn’t even been able to stay as long as he wanted to. Sicheng and Daiyu had their son and now he was an uncle and, though part of him was stoked for that and it factored into him leaving sooner than intended, he wasn’t looking forward to the long nights of the baby crying and the entire house smelling like crap every time he pooped.

So a small part of him wasn’t exactly elated at going back solely for that reason. But a greater part of him would just be glad he wouldn’t have to hear the newly depressed Dejun whining on and on about Yangyang’s new mate and how annoying she was.

“Believe it or not,” He hoarsely spoke as he listened to his own heart beat in his ears, “I think I might actually be… excited to be home.”

The older girl breathed out a chuckle, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and clicking open her door once Kun signaled it was time for them to go inside, “Really? I would’ve figured you of all of us would be the one to already miss home as soon as you got back.” She shrugged, gesturing him to follow her out of the car.

It was true, Kunhang loved being back in Macau. The youngest three boys in the pack were the only ones who still got along well with their families, were accepted by their families, or even still had any reason to go revisit the country to see their families since most now lived elsewhere due to them having to flee so suddenly. And since they couldn’t all go at once on their constant visits as it would leave their small pack too vulnerable, they took short turns so everyone got their chance to see their loved ones or go on trips.

Except this time, the doe eyed boy was able to extend his visit longer than usual because his parents bought him his ticket for his birthday. It wasn’t like he could refuse the gesture they had so thoughtfully given him even if he wanted to, they were still his parents after all. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to comply. Hendery loved being home.

He loved seeing his sisters and his parents, all of whom treated him as if he was the most precision treasure to have ever walked the earth because he was the baby and only boy of the family. He was even worried that he would already want to go back to his homeland as soon as he landed in Korea. Even through most of the drive, he was already starting to miss the all too familiar smell of his mom cooking dinner in the kitchen and the pestering sound of his sisters bickering while him and his dad laughed at their sibling rivalry.

But that feeling of yearning and heartache quickly turned into a feeling of nervousness and excitement. And he couldn’t explain it. He never once in his life thought he’d be looking forward to living in a house with 5 other guys again.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only conclusion he could come up with was that he must’ve been delusional. That and that the heart was… a strange thing.

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“Are you ready baby?” Your mate chimed passed the doorway of your shared room from the hallway.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “As I’ll ever be Xiao Yang,” you replied, bracing yourself for what was to come.

He hurriedly made his way over to you, helping you maneuver your legs over the side of your bed and getting down to your level so you could use his arm to stabilize yourself.

It had been a little under a month since you had started staying with the pack and you’d say things were going okay. At least by the standard that was your ridiculously stupid life.

After the day you and Yangyang admitted aloud to being mates, you pretty much just started acting like a couple even though you two really hardly knew each other at the time. But it wasn’t as though you could help it. With the both of you feeling the imprinting pull as strongly as you did, everything just felt natural.

You leaning your head on his shoulder when you were tired or worn out was of second language. Him kissing you on the forehead before going to sleep beside you was almost as easy as breathing. You didn’t even think of it.

It was as though one day your brains had just understood the facts and unanimously agreed to be comfortable with each other. It was a Tuesday, the sky was blue, and you were destined to spend the rest of your life with a stranger who would always love and protect you no matter the cost.

And your left side of your body was beginning to function normally again thanks to Sicheng and Dai’s hard work. Well, as normally as it ever would from that point on anyways.

They had actually managed to fully debride and heal up all your open wounds, but internally, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Your tendons had healed wrong from the positions you had been put in while still seriously injured and your muscle grew around most of the non-silver plated metal in your body.

Which meant that, while you’d live, you’d just never walk right again. It was something you were still trying to come to terms with. You weren’t used to feeling so helpless.

You were a kick ass soldier with years of fighting under your belt. You grew up with all brothers who taught you to fight dirty on the playground and not to take shit from anyone for god’s sakes. You weren’t supposed to be this meek little thing that needed to rely on others for help when it came to something as simple as walking.

That’s why when your ever so doting mate asked if you were ready for him to get you up so you could be introduced to his pack brother that had finally came back into town, nothing but hesitation and uncertainty laced your voice. He had to help you even get as far as the kitchen by walking by your side the whole time or by carrying you.

But that didn’t mean you wanted him to see how heavily everything was affecting you.

He was still pretty emotionally and mentally scarred from having to hear you cry and scream for days on end when you first got to the house when Sicheng was fixing you up. It had caused him to become extremely overprotective of you. He was always glued to your side, almost as if he was afraid you’d vanish into thin air if he left you for as short as a second.

Most nights, he wouldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom until he was certain you were deep asleep and had already awoken a time or two so he’d always be there if you needed him. He was completely determined to prevent anymore injury or pain from happening to you.

So you did your best to put on as confident a face as you could muster and let his strong arms help navigate you out of the room and to the front door where everyone had gathered to greet the Macanese boy.

At least that’s where you thought he was from. With the mix of languages you didn’t 100% speak floating through the house and the mix of information they’d all thrown at you when you were still pretty out of it, you weren’t really certain you even knew the basics about the kid coming back.

You did think you managed to understand that he was from Macau and that he had a few sisters back home. But aside from that, you weren’t sure of what he looked like or even his real age.

“We’re hooooome!” Yueguang declared with a smile, pushing past her mate and running over to your place once she realized the pained look ok your face, “___, do you need help?” She asked rhetorically while she grabbed your other side and helped Yangyang balance you so you weren’t as noticeably uncomfortable having to shift your weight on your bad leg.

As if you weren’t even there, your mate answered her question for you in what you only assumed was Korean, “She’s alright jiejie. Just a little tired is all,” he beamed with a sickeningly sweet smile before he kissed the top of your head encouragingly.

Since you were doing your best to downplay how bad you really felt for his sake, you just gave a polite small bow of your head in return, signaling to the girl that your mate was right and that you were just tired.

But truthfully, in that moment you weren’t really sure WHAT you were feeling.

Seconds ago you had felt like you had been run over by a tank, but now you weren’t. Your heart was racing sure, but the prickly stinging feeling you had gotten so used to feeling when you walked around on your bad leg was now numbed. In fact, all the pain you had been experiencing was.

Instead you found yourself feeling almost… excited? Why in the living hell were you excited? You suddenly felt almost as though you had enough energy to run a marathon.

It wasn’t until your gaze locked with the euroasian looking boy who had nearly just dropped his suitcase on a very tired Dejun that you realized what the feeling was, or rather what had happened. It couldn’t be… could it?

Double imprinting happened, probably more than most people realized since love triangles in general were quite common, but to have it happen in such a small pack? That was nearly unheard of. It happened when two werewolves were from opposing packs more often than not, but it was nearly unheard of happening with two wolves from the same one.

It took a minute for those around the two of you to understand what was going on and why the both of you had stopped what you were doing so quickly, but it took one person almost painfully long to catch on: Yangyang.

And when he finally realized why he no longer felt your loving eyes looking at him as usual and had instead focused themselves on his newly arrived packmate, he couldn’t help but see red.

Uh oh.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being thrown into Yueguang, the both of you falling to the floor softly as one of the boys was quick enough to react and throw himself underneath you.

Yangyang had charged at the doe eyed boy full speed, sending them both to the ground in record time, as he straddled him and started throwing punches left and right. The boy under him started to fight back rather hastily, easily landing a jab to the pink haired boys gut and turning the tables so he was now the one on top.

Soon it was the two of them rolling around on the floor with red eyed and nails that were beginning to elongate. This seemed to signal whoever it was underneath you and Yue to get the two of you out of harms way before the boys fight got out of control and they lost any recognition of their surroundings.

You felt yourself and your new sister being elevated up off the hardwood and being carried into the nearest secured room for your safety. With everything happening far too high speed for you to react properly, all you could do was struggle against the much stronger wolf holding you to try and get to them to stop them, aggravating some of your old wounds in the process.

As tears had began to form in your eyes, you couldn’t see who rushed the older girl and you into someone’s room. But, between the thoughts of worry for your mates and your brain panicking at the thought that one or both of them could’ve been hurt, you thought you had picked up on some familiar scent encasing around you. Not that you cared at the moment.

Nothing else mattered to you but the two wolves battling possibly to the death in the previous room over you. So instead of dwelling on who your ‘savior’ was, you banged on the door of the bedroom you had been hoisted to with all your might.

You banged and thrashed and begged until you felt like both your hand and your throat were raw and bleeding. When you had finally exerted your energy, all you could do was slide your sobbing self down the door and cry into the palm of your good hand while Yue came and attempted to kindly comfort you with words of encouragement.

-

It was a while before all the growling and snarling stopped. And it was even longer before you stopped panicking visibly in front of your new sister. But none of it matter once Kun opened the jail of a bedroom door and told you the boys were both okay. Somewhat hurt, but okay.

As long as they were both still breathing, you were happy. Even if both surviving such a sudden fight meant you’d have to deal with possibly two mates from now on that weren’t gonna ever probably be too civil with each other. As long as they were both still standing, you’d call it a win.

But now you’d have to work on figuring out what to do about your current situation. Just because you were ecstatic that they were both alive didn’t mean that them staying that way wouldn’t bring it’s own set of problems.

Before you came to Korea you had never had a mate before. Now in the new country, you managed to have collected two in a span of only a few weeks and you weren’t sure if they’d both willingly accept that or if they’d try to make you choose between them.

When he came to tell you everything was okay, Kun also told you he had to send Yangyang to one of the packs they were friends with’s places for a night or two so he would cool down. It didn’t make sense to send the newly arrived boy away as your first mate was obviously the aggressor in the situation given that he was the main one feeling territorial over one of his brother’s imprinting on you.

You hated that the alpha had to do such a thing because even if it was only for a short while, you’d miss him. But you knew it was overall for the best as now it gave you a little time to at least gain an introduction to the newly returned member of the pack.

Once Yangyang was sent away after he was allowed to take you back to your shared room to give you a quick kiss goodbye, you had started to try to fix the disheveled mess you called your hair while sitting on your bed. Though with only one good hand it went without saying that you fastly began having trouble controlling the disaster atop your head and were getting fed up with dealing with it.

Just as you reached out to your nightstand drawer to pull out a sharp pair of scissors to rid yourself of the annoyance once and for all, you caught the sound of the softest knock ever at your door. If it weren’t for your supernatural hearing abilities, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it due to how lightly it had been initiated.

“Come in!” You shouted with a racing pulse, your heart already picking up on who was trying to enter before your eyes were able to.

The door opened just enough for a doe eyed boy with silky hair to peak his head cautiously.

You figured that he was probably still concerned about Yangyang showing up and trying to kill him again even though he no doubt already knew he was taking his time away already.

You felt bad for it. You wouldn’t have wanted the way things took place to have been the way you were familiarized with the boy. But what could you do? You couldn’t turn back time. Not could you have seen what was going to happen before it went down anyways even if you did.

So you tried to reassure him it was safe in your own way, “You can relax, my guard dog was being overly territorial so he got sent to puppy school to be retrained.”

Though the boy slipped the remainder of his body fully through the door way while you were chuckling gently, he didn’t necessarily seem to be as amused by your joke as you were.

“That’s not too funny you know.” Hendery informed you tight lipped, cementing himself in the center of your room while twittling with his fingers clasped in front of him.

You found the move odd because you both already knew you were mates after the events from earlier and had no need to be so formal yet endearing because he was trying to be respectful enough to give you your space in case you were still struggling to come to terms with it. Most boys your age probably wouldn’t have cared. Yeah, he definitely had sisters that trained him to behave a certain way growing up alright.

You tilted your head to the side with a small smirk, “It’s a little funny.”

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, thoughts began to race through your head of potentially having offended him with your previous joke. It wasn’t your intention to do such a thing. It was just how you were, you made twisted jokes in less than ideal situations to break the ice.

Though all tension seemed to dissipate as soon as he playfully rolled his big eyes at you, “But we’re not dogs.” He tilted his head down, though not before you caught the microscopic smile that had appeared on his face.

It was a shy genuine one. One that made your heart do flips in your chest and made you realize just how pretty he was and just how bright his grin could be. You had only taken a small glance at him in the moments that took place before the chaos hit. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was a little bit intimidating just how jawdroppingly handsome he was. But you tried to brush off your budding nervousness you were sure he would sense and continued on.

“Yes,” You reasoned carefully while acting as though you were deeply thinking, “But you’re also not NOT dogs so…” You finished with an unbalanced shrug, causing the boy in front of you to shake his head and bring his attention to look down at his feet once more.

You patted the bed beside you with your still working hand and wondered whether or not he’d always be so timid with you, “Come here.” You requested, causing him to plop down on the bed next to you very hesitantly.

Bringing his chiseled jaw to hold in your hand, you observed his injuries firsthand, an action that clearly startled him as it was the first time he had had any sort of contact with you.

He had a bruise already beginning to brown and heal on the left side of his cheek. His mouth was cracked at the skin on the corner of his bottom lip and he had an already scabbed over cut on his forehead just above his brow. Over all, he didn’t look half bad considering what happened. And he still definitely obtained his good features. Which was something that, though you noticed more of as an after thought, nonetheless brought a tint of pink to your cheeks when you noticed he was looking right at you in quite close proximity.

You were sure he noticed based on the small knowing grin that appeared on his face, but you hurried it away with a sly cough and continued, “Hmm. Well I’d say he definitely hit you with a right hook based on the split lip you got there. But I’d say other than a few bumps and bruises you’ll live.”

“Worse has happened.” Hendery all but whispered in response automatically.

Because it was true. He had been through hell for more reasons than one. Back in Macau his family life was considered happy, but the city itself was not. He grew up fighting and doing shady shit to survive. When he came to Korea with his pack, nothing changed.

The pack had known some of what he did back home, and they treated him and talked about him as though the person he had to be back home was who he wanted to be as a person. So that’s who he became.

He got in fights, ran with a bad crowd, slept around with just about anyone that was willing, partied far too hard for far too long, and did god knows what else simply because it was what was expected of him by everyone else around him. He just didn’t know if you’d also think the worst of him by default because of his past or not. It was one of the two major reasons why he was treading lightly with you. He wasn’t sure if anyone had mentioned any of his past to you yet and he figured if they hadn’t, he’d have to break the news to you gently.

“Well,” You added, “Considering he took you by surprise, you look pretty good. Guess it’s good to know my mate’s not a complete wuss.” You giggled at him, though you weren’t sure why he gave you almost a hurt look in his eye back.

Instead you tried to change the subject, “Now that that’s settled,” You sighed, grabbing the comb and brush you had been using only minutes before the Macanese boy walked in, “Mind helping me with my hair?”

The pained look in Hendery’s gaze changed to that of confusion at your request, “Your… hair…?”

He was expecting you to start asking him more about himself so you two could get to know each other, at bare minimum he was expecting you to at least ask him basic things like his full name and age. He figured you two had a lot to unpack between each other and had a lot to figure out about your next steps should be. But then you went and asked that out of no where? Were you joking?

“Yeah,” You answered in almost a duh tone, like he needed to hurry up and get with the program, “I’ve got a bum arm that I can’t use and doing like 99.99% of any known hairstyle takes two good ones. I’ve been having Yangyang help me, but he doesn’t really know how to do it and definitely doesn’t care about how well it’s done so long as it’s up somehow and out of the way. And since it’s a mess, i need it redone again.” You chuckled as your other mate’s body nearly froze before you.

He was always more than willing to help you with any and every thing you needed or wanted. That was part of what it meant to imprint on someone after all. But that didn’t mean he was always the best at it. And that definitely didn’t mean he understood it or why it was important. Especially your hair.

“What makes you think I’d do any better of a job than him?” He questioned, still a little too stunned to say it above a whisper.

You shrugged as you thought back to some of the things you’d heard about him from the pack. They had told you where he was visiting, that that was where he was from, and a bit about his family that they all acted as if they had known forever. They talked about his parents and sisters, plural, and they always called him the baby of his family. So you figured that meant he was the baby. And if being a baby in his family meant the same things that it did in yours, he must’ve done everything with them growing up.

That’s why you assumed they taught him a few things about what it meant to be more feminine, “You have a few older sisters right?”

Hendery nodded slowly, somewhat curious as to how you already knew that with your current meeting together having been the first you’ve ever had. But he didn’t point that out out loud. Right now, he was really just lucky you’d even see him after the ordeal from earlier. So he wanted to stay on your good side by staying quiet.

“Then I’m sure they’ve used you as their little helper before or that you’ve at least picked up on a thing or two about how important a girl’s hair is to them. So would you help me?” You asked again, hair supplies held out to him in your only working hand.

“Uh,” He glitched in thought for a second, wondering if he really should attempt it before he saw the pleading look in your eyes and felt a zap in his chest, “O-Okay. Sure.” He finalized, knowing from the moment the aching sensation from his heart reached his brain that he’d do anything you requested of him with little to no hesitation.

“Thanks,” You expressed in gratitude as you handed the strange looking piece of plastic that was supposed to tame your never wavering locks to him.

You could both hear and feel him start to chip away at the various knots and tangles that had formed in your hair over the past few weeks before you finally spoke to dull the silence, “It’s been pretty bad lately I know,” you earnestly choked out in slight embarrassment, “Personally, I blame my old stylist. Guess I can fire him now that I’ve got you too.” You laughed at your own dumb joke.

“Is this all your natural hair?” He quipped, lightly combing through the partially matted material stuck to your head.

He really was intending for it to be a serious question. But he already had assumed the answer to it once he noticed only a minimal amount of hair was coming out onto the brush he was given. He really just didn’t want to have to dwell on the thought of you having to choose between either him or Yangyang. Because he was pretty sure he already knew what your answer would be to that question too.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is. I mean, minus the rats nest that was so lovingly left alone yeah.” You snorted, as if him asking you such a question was silly to begin with.

The doe eyed boy grew up with three sisters. He knew saying the wrong thing would set in a whole world of problems he didn’t need at the moment.

So he did his very best to choose his next set of words as carefully as possible, “But it’s… i mean it looks so… curly…?”

“Well that would be because it’s naturally curly.” You replied to the wolf tackling your disaster area you called hair in a duh tone, doing what you could to keep as straight of a face as you could.

“Sorry I’m just-” He tried to concentrate on keeping his hands steady so he wouldn’t upset you further by accidentally dropping a stray strand.

But truthfully he was terrified of making you sad or angry. Which was strange considering he didn’t usually care much about what other people though of what he said or did. Usually the only people’s feelings he went out of his way to be considerate of were his mom and sisters. Now here he was to have a normal nice conversation with you while quaking in his boots.

Must be the mating pull, “It’s just… not a hair type we see on this side of the world all that often.” Hendery gulped, quickly flinging one lock of your hair over the other in distraction as he braced for some sort of violent reaction from you.

“Relax dude, I’m not ticked at you for asking or anything like that. I know it’s not the norm here. I’m just fucking with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw his face change from the corner of your eye from frightened to shocked.

It was definitely gonna take him some serious getting used to you before he was ready for your type of humor. Then again, you both had all the time in the world to get to know each other now. And there was nothing stopping you both since you already knew what he was.

“Do you… do this often?” Hendery quietly uttered, barely above a whisper.

“Do i do what often?” You yawned, suddenly feeling both tired and exhausted from the day’s unforeseen emotional breakdowns while he twirled another piece of hair between his fingertips.

He cleared his throat cautiously, almost as if mentioning whatever it was he was going to say out loud would land him in hot water, “The whole ‘acting like everything’s okay’ thing when it’s clearly not?”

You let a tiny snicker into the air before you cooled yourself once more and simply put your still viable hand up with a pointed finger, “It’s called selective denial and yes i happen to be quite good at it actually. You should just get used to it already. It’ll make everything easier for you, trust me.”

“I don’t think anything about this is easy.” The boy behind you sighed with a huff, clearly already dreading the coming conversations and difficult situations ahead.

You didn’t revel in having to imagine the challenges you’d have to face either. But what you really didn’t want in the moment was to hear your newly found mate’s spirit sound so crushed at the thought of it all. It made your heart ache in a way you had only felt with Yangyang. It was strange how quickly everything worked when it came to werewolves.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” You shrugged, wincing in pain towards the end as you nearly had forgotten about your previous injuries as you slightly turned to talk to Kunhang, “But there’s not much anyone can do about it so it is what it is.”

“I mean… you could always still deny one of us.” Hendery muttered quietly.

Though you’d only known Yangyang for a short time by normal people’s standards, he knew how the mating pull worked. You were already hopelessly in love with the younger boy. Kunhang knew he stood practically no chance of being the one who came out on top. He knew he was all but a dead man walking.

Even so, he would never blame you for it. He would’ve thought he usually would’ve been at least bitter about it as he could literally die. But knowing you’d still be alive and happy with someone you actually loved was enough to cease any form of protest his inner voice may have had.

“No.” You confidently declared, rerailing his lost train of thought.

Did he hear you correctly? Had you just said no?

“W-What do you mean no?” The cameo cut chiseled boy stuttered out loud, much to your amusement.

You shrugged your one good shoulder and partially moved your bad one out of habit, “I mean just as I said: No.”

The boy was perplexed. Had you not heard his statement correctly? Were you just trying to avoid what you both knew was coming? Or were you trying to be difficult simply because that was your personality?

“But i don’t unders-” Hendery tried to get some sort of clarity, but you swiftly cut him off.

You snorted as you felt him twist a chunk of your hair to shape it the way he wanted it to go to distract himself, “Doesn’t matter. The answers still no.”

Why wouldn’t you just give him an appropriate answer? Why did you just keep saying no? Why the hell did you have to be so damn stubborn? And why the hell did that make him like you so much more?

He attempted once more to point something out to no avail. “But what if-”

“Never gonna happen soooo Nope.” You insisted with an accentuated popping sound on the P in the word nope.

At that point, You yourself began to want to pull your hair out at the Macanese boy’s need to keep the topic at hand alive.

“But Yangyang will just get-” Hendery began to point out, again getting no where with his words.

You sighed a deep sigh as you butted in once more, “Don’t care. It’s not changing my answer which is and always will be no.”

You wanted to be patient truly. But every time he spoke of it part of your heart felt like it was starting to rip open. And you had been ripped open enough for one life time.

“But wouldn’t it be easier if y-” He started again, this time with a more pleading tone and no doubt giant puppy dog eyes before you kicked his whines down.

“What part of no aren’t you getting here?!” You snapped, distraught with having to keep up with the charade of your shielded humor deflecting personality.

As the boy behind you went tight lipped and silent after a small whimper escaped his chest, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You knew he was probably just as worried about everything as you were saddened by it. He was the invader in most of the others you lived with’s eyes.

You could tell he already thought himself a goner because everyone expected you to pick Yangyang. And, while part of you knew picking one would be easier, you just… couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It felt like you’d end up burying your own heart along with whichever one you’d end up having to bury in the ground. How could someone choose between their soulmates?

So you deeply exhaled to cool down and spoke again in a softer tone, “I just… I just can’t be the cause of anymore suffering or death. I- I can’t.”

Your voice broke at the end of your sentence as your mind began to think back to all the death that seemed to just pile around you. Your brothers. Your friends. Your grandparents. Your dad. Your mom.

Life after life seemed to just fall down the hour glass you found yourself trapped in while you continued to survive and breathe. The people you could save but didn’t. The people that you couldn’t save but tried to anyways. All of their names were a gruesome reminder that you were the angel of death. And everyone hated you for it.

The family you still had alive, the comrades you so valiantly fought with, yourself. Even Your own brother hated you so much for being the reason your own mother was lost that he refused to even visit you even though you had been living in his house for weeks. He didn’t even care about you anymore.

There was more blood surrounding you than there was inside you. And you couldn’t stand the thought of being the driving force behind more people’s demises. You just couldn’t.

Looking down at your lap and fiddling with your lame hand using your working fingers, you forced yourself to finish your thought, “So there will be no denying of anyone on my end. If one of you wants to reject or deny, you’re more than welcome to. I wouldn’t blame either of you if you did. But i won’t be doing any such thing. I’ve had enough death to last a lifetime.”

“Okay.” Hendery whispered as he wordlessly continued his taming of your wild hair.

What you thought was an uncomfortable silence seemed to swarm around the room you found yourself stuck in everyday tensely and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So you did what you always did when you were uneasy: made dark jokes.

“Besides, even if I did want to deny one of you, it could end up killing me to and why would I want that?” You crackled out loud with a snort.

“Why would it kill you?”

You didn’t know for a 100% fact that it would, but if you were anything it was someone who always looked at the facts. And fact of the matter was, no one hadn’t a single clue what you were for certain.

“Because I’m not really all that human.” You informed him, naturally just assuming no one had explained your particularly uncommon situation to him in the .5 seconds he had actually been home before he was ambushed by your other mate.

The boy behind you cocked his head to the side in curiosity, “So you’re a wolf then? Like your brother and the rest of us?”

Dejun had explained to him that he couldn’t quite get a read on why you smelt so… strange. But he had never actually fully went into detail about just what he had meant by strange either as usually when they spoke of how aggravating you were, it would remind him of his frustrating situation with his own mate. Then he’d just go back to crying and rhetorically asking where he had gone wrong with her. One problem at a time.

“Not exactly. But I’m not human either.” You stated simply.

This was also true. You weren’t exactly a human. Your senses were a lot sharper. Your hearing was spectacular. Your vision was far beyond perfect. Your sense of smell was something only thought possible in movies. You were freakishly strong before your crash and could run for hours before you got even the slightest bit exhausted. You were unbelievably well coordinated and flexible too, things that made you the most wanted solider by units from all over in hand to hand combat alone.

But you couldn’t exactly call yourself a werewolf either. You couldn’t shift into a big furry animal like they could. Your teeth and nails didn’t elongate when you were angry and weren’t sharp enough to cut through solid rock. You didn’t feel any specific pull to anyone other than those you were related to before you met Yangyang and Hendery. Your eyes didn’t even change color the way theirs did and they weren’t naturally goldish either.

So most of the time you just gave a null answer as to what you were because fact was no one knew. And you refused to gamble in the game of life. Hence why you could only default in figuring that if you denied/neglected one of your mates you’d die same as they would. It was the safer bet.

Now it was the male’s turn to snort, “So what are you then?”

“I… don’t really know what I am.” You swallowed a bit harsher than you had intended before speaking again, “ I just know what I’m not.”

“And you know you’re not human…” He cautiously repeated back to you.

“Yes.”

“And that you’re also not a wolf…” Kunhang deadpanned.

You turned your head upward slightly and gave him the prettiest smile he had ever received from anybody with a giggle, “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.”

“I’m really not.” He grinned back automatically, as if your sudden little burst of pride at his very not real understanding of the situation was contagious.

The only thing he knew he understood after seeing you was why Kun and Sicheng had been so insufferable from an outside view for all the time he had known them.

All those times he’d walk into the kitchen to see Kun feeling Yue up as she squeeled with glee, all the moments where Sicheng randomly dropped his hand to reach for Daiyu’s as they sat sandwiched on the coach. Imprinting really hit them like they were being mowed down on a highway. And the way Kunhang wanted to just grab your cheeks and smother you with kisses. Now he knew just how hard it was to even be near one’s mate without wanting to be physically absorbed into one. His geges must’ve been saints for restraining their urges.

“Yeah,” You huffed in defeat with pursed lips, “Me either. But what can you do you know? I was always taught to live based on what life throws at you, not what you want in life. So whether I’m human or a wolf or none of the above, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still be the same old me as i was the day before.”

You rolled with the punches. That was something Hendery could admire. You were good with weird and strange. And you didn’t complain. You seemed to genuinely be fine with what was given to you cosmically. None of which could be said for himself.

“Nice philosophy i suppose,” he wet his cracked lips out of habit, “Who taught you to be that way?”

“My dad. He thought the same way about life.” You hummer in remembrance of your beloved father.

“And where is he?” Kunhang asked without thinking.

Which was a mistake on his part.

“Well…” You paused, trying to not dwell too much on the past trauma and wanting to keep things light, “Probably six feet under by now. Though I’m not sure the bombing’s probably disturbed the cemeteries by now too.”

You were brought to his pack half dead and barely breathing. Dejun had told him that the guy that brought you didn’t even want to bring you, but that he had no other choice. He should’ve realized that that meant you had no one else but your brother to turn to. He just never had to think about stuff like that before he met you. Now he knew.

“Oh w-wow,” The wolf stuttered in shock, “I didn’t- I mean no one-no one told me. I didn’t mean to-” He started to yammer on in disbelief once he realized the can of worms he had no doubt opened before you let it roll off you back.

You didn’t want him upset. And you definitely didn’t want to linger on the thought again. Last time the crying took nearly everything out of you and you ended up being so dehydrated that they thought you’d die. You had to chill out.

“Don’t worry about it. Like i said. I try not to think too hard into anything i can’t change. And his death isn’t something that can, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”

Nervously, Hendery tried to change the topic to get your mind off what had apparently happened to your father as per your own wishes, “What about the rest of your family? Where are they? Besides Ten anyways.”

“Gone too. All my parents, grandparents, and siblings are dead. Except Chitta that is.”

Of course he just had to dig his grave with you even deeper by making the conversation even more heavy.

But he was nothing if not determined, so he once again attempted to take your mind off of everything, “Siblings? As in plural? I thought it would’ve only been Ten.”

“No,” You chuckled at the amount of panic coming from the boy, “He was definitely NOT my only sibling. I mean, he was my only one from my moms side sure. But my dad had a bunch of other kids.”

“So you had a bunch of brothers and sisters then?” He stayed on the path of siblingship for the time being as it seemed to be the safest one he could find.

“Brothers,” You corrected him, “But yeah. I had 12 total at one point. I was the only girl.”

If eyes could actually fall out of their sockets, you were positive your mate would’ve looked like a little cartoon mouse about to be eaten by an angry cat in horror.

“The Only girl??” He exaggerated, not even being able to fathom the thought of being the only boy in such a large family, “I mean- Sounds like it Must’ve been lonely.”

Sure he came from a relatively large family by Chinese standards and yeah okay he was technically the only boy in said family. But your family was reality TV show big in size. And you being such a tiny little girl surrounded by older brothers sounded very intimidating.

“Eh,” You scrunched your nose, “Not really. My brothers never let me feel left out. They just treated me like another one of the boys.”

Then you went on to explain some of the ways they kept you in the loop as kids. Like when they would all start horsing around and had you be the referee to call for interferences. Or how whenever they entered into a sport your dad would enter you in the exact same one as them, usually on the exact same team too.

You talked about how they had you working on their cars with them and about how they taught you to do sneaky pranks with them on each other. And how they’d even dress you pretty similarly to them when you were little so you’d be just another one of the guys and would stand out less amongst them.

“And that’s a good thing?” The boy towered over you to give you a questionable look of worry.

“Wasn’t it a good thing that your sisters treated you like one of the girls every now and then so you wouldn’t have felt discluded?” You countered, giving him a knowing smirk in return.

“That’s- a good question,” Kunhang thought in a moment of silence,“I… don’t know.” He finally came to his conclusion with a giggle.

“Well I always liked it.” You nodded proudly at your family life, “It made me feel like I always had the others to back me up.”

You never felt alone around them. In fact, you never really were alone back home. They were always around. With so many kids, you basically developed the buddy system subconsciously so you’d have a never ending supply of friends to play with. Just when one brother would go to school or had to join the war front, the next would take his place and continue where the last had left off with you. It was comforting. You’d never had that again.

“Plus, my dad used to say if he had one more girl to deal with he would’ve literally imploded so it was probably best that they raised me like my brothers.” You chuckled sadly, the memories of your once happy family going up into flames about as quickly as your plane had fallen from the sky.

“So where were you in the birth order?” Guanghang asked once he realized you were starting to go down the rabbit hole of despair.

“Lucky number 13.”

You were the last one. A sentence that was once figurative had now become completely literal. You were the last one standing. All because you were ‘lucky.’

But if you were truly so lucky, why did the thought of such a name now fill your heart with such anguish? Why did you now have to continue on without people you thought you’d get decades with? How was that lucky? How was that fair?

“That’s what everyone called me anyways. I never felt very lucky though.” You spoke honestly, once more looking at your lap.

“Why’s that?” Your mate quizzed.

“Well for starters,” You began, “I can’t even do my own hair anymore.”

“So you’re not gonna get any better?” Hendery questioned politely, trying not to upset you.

But he wasn’t hurting you. You knew he wasn’t meaning his words in a bad or negative way. He just wanted answers same as anyone else would. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he wasn’t even positively sure about what had happened to you in the first place. You still weren’t fully sure.

“No probably not. I mean, I can feel a little more in my hand every now and then,” You gripped your bad hand in your lap open and slightly closed a few times as you spoke, “Though it hurts like a bitch still. Daiyu and Sicheng seem to be in agreement that i might have some chance to gain more function in it if i try hard enough. But the leg’s completely fucked up for good.”

“How do they know that?” Kunhang meekly voiced.

“Well when I first got hurt, they had me laying with my legs bent at an angle on my side so that they could clean them off and stop some of the bleeding. But that, coupled with having to sit on an airplane for hours, looks like caused my ligaments to heal in different positions and at different lengths than they should be.” You gave him the rundown of what you had learned from Sicheng and his mate before they had gone on maternity/paternity leave to take care of their newborn son.

Though they used much bigger words than that and seemed to only confuse you even more. You eventually looked it up with the internet access you found yourself having a surplus’s of in your endless free time, “That’s something that can only be fixed by a surgeon and since we don’t know whether or not my fucked up gene pool has any wolf DNA…” You trailed, letting his imagination run with your silence.

“Oh man.” He commented sadly under his breath.

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, “I can’t really even stand on it straight. I have to have people’s help to walk, well let’s be honest, limp, most places really. It’s super ugly.”

“I’m sorry.” Hendery apologized so earnestly to you that you almost broke your rule of showing no weakness to anyone and began tearing up.

But instead, you blinked back your tears and lied, “Eh don’t be. It’s fine.”

You weren’t fine. That he was sure of. He could just hear how broken your situation made you feel. He could also hear how hard you were trying to stay strong. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do that around him. He wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone whose shoulder you could cry on.

“You don’t sound like it’s fine.” He remarked on your behavior.

Shrugging, you brushed him off, “Just another side effect of war i guess.”

“Wars aren’t any fun.” Kunhang continued your thought.

Which left you confused for a few reasons. The main one being that you weren’t really sure just how or if he knew anything about what it meant to actually be in a war.

You were always jealous of other countries and how they had it easy compared yo you and your people. You secretly hated that they sat safe in their homes and complained of their life and hardships completely cushioned as the people you knew wondered just how they’d feel their families that night or live to see the next day. You figured he was one of those people.

And because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel less validated, you decided to bring it up in a kinder way than your brain had originally thought of, “But I heard china’s war wasn’t really that bad. I mean, i know it turned into a super strict military dictatorship. But i thought that the citizens didn’t really get hurt by bombings and stuff.”

“On the mainland you’d be right yeah. Not in Hong Kong and Macau though.” He explained.

His words confused you even more, “What do you mean?”

“We were already fighting the mainland for independence before the war broke out. But when the restrictions started getting worse, we fought back 10 times harder than we had before. And we were punished for it.” Hendery gulped deeply as he remembered his own experience.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words, “I- I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

How could you have been so wrong? How could you ever be so judgmental of someone you literally hardly even knew the name of? What was so wrong with you that made you such a cold hearted bitch?

“It’s alright,” He sadly smiles, “We got out just before they leveled the place, so my family made it.”

When you shifted to look back at him, his eyes stared back at you with a vacancy behind them, “But that didn’t mean we weren’t practically buried alive in the remains of whatever building we were in when the decided to send the bombshell down sometimes.”

Flashes of terror hit the forefront of his mind of his sisters and mom. They were screaming and crying and praying to a god they didn’t even believe in that they’d make it through the night over and over again. And all Kunhang could do was help his dad hold them securely and silently plead too.

You on the other hand had guilt hit you in the gut like a truck at ever questioning him to begin with. You were about to apologize to him once more before a realization hit you, “But wait,” you thought back to his previous words speaking about the war in China, “You only said Macau and Hong Kong. Why not Taiwan? Hasn’t China been trying to take them too for a long time?” You asked, remembering Yangyang’s words of his own homeland.

“Y-Yeah,” Guanghang’s voice broke in a stutter before he cleared his throat to gain some composure, “They have. But just before the war broke out,” He cleared his throat once more, “They got a new president. He was corrupt and the mainland bought him and Taiwan’s government to stay out of trouble in exchange for boosting the economy and the change in their own pockets.”

“But why- why would they do that? Surely the Taiwanese people would’ve fought back their own government’s decision no?” You almost rhetorically pushed out, partially out of anger, partially out of horror.

You listened as the male behind you brokenly let out a dry hum, “A lot of them wanted to,” Hendery confirmed with a small nod, “But it eventually came down to either having food in their stomachs or fighting for their own moral beliefs. And knowing how cruel the government had become, I can’t say i blame them for just choosing not to starve to death.”

“Yangyang’s never brought it up…” You stated, shocked your other mate had never told you the extent to which his own people had been forced into submission.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t break it up because the thought pained him or if he just genuinely didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Another part of you wondered if he was always far too worried and concerned for you and your jagged background that he never thought it okay to mention his own.

Hendery let a smile of gratefulness form on his face, “Yeah. He didn’t have to live through it back home. Because of his dad’s work, they lived in Germany and London through most of it. We found him after we escaped the war when he was studying here.”

Unbeknown to you, your mate started falling face first into his own pit of despair, “When we first got here you know, we didn’t even have a place to stay. When we hopped off the ship we stowed away on, we made our way to the mountains and stayed in a cave. It wasn’t until Yue enrolled in school that we met Yangyang and his family.”

Your heart hurt for him. You didn’t just hear your mate’s pain, you felt it. Right next to your own heart beating. And it was soul crushing.

Why hadn’t your other mate told you about how he met his pack? Why did the pack’s story have to be so gut wrenching?

“Once his family realized our situation. They bought us this place and had us stay here. Yangyang being meant to be the pup in our pack was just an added thing,” He emphasized the family’s kindness and generosity, “They would’ve let us stay here without him since they could afford to give him his own place. We owe a lot to them.” The Macanese boy spoke his last sentence just above a whisper.

The more his mind wandered, the more horrible He felt. Yangyang and his family had been nothing but kind to him and the others. And he payed them all back by imprinting on you.

He knew he’d never be able to find it within himself to regret doing it because one, he couldn’t help it and two, you were still his mate.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel awful about pretty much stabbing the Liu family in the back with his animalistic instinct. If there was anyway he thought he could change your mind about denying one of them, he would have you deny him.

Your newer mate knew just how devastated the pup would be at your decision to not deny either of them. He knew how much the toll of having to share you would take on his mental health.

Kunhang would do anything to prevent the anger and hurt he knew the youngest of your little love triangle was going through. But even though he’d known you less than a day, he knew you’d never listen to him. So he was stuck with a gut wrenching guilt that would more than likely never go away.

And of course you easily figured out the mental battle Hendery was having with himself once his voice trailed away and went quiet.

You being you, you did what you always did, “You staying in a cave? Nah I dont know i don’t buy it?”

Could you have found some other way to comfort him? Sure. But you weren’t that great with feelings and quite frankly, you thought that he wasn’t either. So keeping things playful was your best bet at getting him back to a healthy state of mind.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he began to question what you meant as he was only partially hearing what you had said, “H-Huh?”

“I’m just saying, with your good looks, if you told me you didn’t even know what the word camping meant, I’d probably believe you. So i just don’t buy that you’d stay in a cave.” You shrugged, earning a small scoff from your mate.

“I’ve been camping before. AND stayed in a cave before brat.” He rolled his eyes, a smile creeping up on his mouth quicker than he’d care to admit.

You fake gasped, “And you made it through? You weren’t too traumatized from like, breaking a nail, to keep in functioning afterwards?”

“You’re such an ass,” You could practically hear the eye roll coming from behind you, “Do you really think I’m that much of a pretty boy damn”

Giggling moderately hard at that point, you decided to drop the teasing slightly and deliver him some truth, “I’m only fucking with you. Mostly anyways. I mean, you are pretty much the human embodiment of Prince Charming and all. But I’m sure you’re not that much of an uptight jerk. Just figured I’d get your mind off of wherever it was it had sank to ‘s all.”

While he was a little hurt somewhere inside that you’d already tried to peg him as some dickwad who only cared about his looks, he had to admit you definitely made his mind flip a switch to do a complete 180 and gave him a better thought process.

You took his mind off of what was plaguing him. And he was sure you were kidding based on the cute smile laced with hidden intentions stationed on your face.

He snickered, “Yeah well if I’m Prince Charming, doesn’t that make you some sort of princess?”

His offensive teasing started to work and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Yeah well, you look like a story book character. I don’t.”

Though you didn’t fit the conventional standards of beauty he was used to: fair skin, straight hair, dark eyes with a rounded small face; he could easily call you the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

“Mmm don’t think so. I’d say you’re a princess, princess.” Kunhang smirked at you from above as he finished tying off some of his work on your hair.

“Pfff. Whatever you say Prince Charming.” You joked back at him with a laugh.

“Why Prince Charming?” Hendery made a disgusted pained face at the remention of the new nickname you had given him.

You gave a slight hesitation at his question,“What? You don’t like fairy tales?“

You had really only meant it as a joke or some sort of had acted reference due to the fact that he was helping you with your problem without having known you even the littlest bit and had a face only god himself would’ve been allowed to create. But seeing his face retract at the idea worried you.

“Not really.” In fact, he kind of hated them, “Even if i did, i wouldn’t be the hero of it all like a prince,” he stated honestly before he whispered under his breath, “In fact, if you ask anyone else here they’d probably say I’m more of the villain type.”

Everyone thought he was just some sort of man whore. It wasn’t that he even liked sex or anything more than the average guy.

He just partied a little too hard sometimes because of who he associated with. It was like a requirement to them that he did.

And yeah of course that generally meant ending the night in somebody’s bed doing what every college kid did at some point.

But he wasn’t originally like that. He didn’t originally plan on being some sort of fuck boy everyone tried to sleep with or hang around to do bad things with. He just… became that way.

He didn’t want to admit that just yet to you. He didn’t want you to judge him or get mad at him. He couldn’t change his past, even if now he would’ve given anything to if it meant starting over for you.

“If you say so,” you shrugged, “But you wanna know something?”

Kunhang tilted his head aside, “What?”

“I’ve always preferred the villains anyways. They’re the ones that make the story interesting.” You winked, giggling as you watched his face drop.

His eyes widened in surprise, “You speak Cantonese?!?!?”

You laughed at him once more, “Yeah i do. No one told you?”

“No, no one told me!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, wondering why at least his fellow cantonese speaking packmate didn’t give him a heads up, “I figured you’d speak at least basic Mandarin because you’re half Chinese like Ten. But why the hell do you speak Cantonese?”

It was a longer story than you wanted to get into. So you have him the shortened version, “A childhood friend i grew up with. He and his family were refugees from Guangdong during the early parts of the war. I had his family teach me Cantonese growing up so they wouldn’t feel so alone.”

Truth be told you mainly didn’t want to tell him because the thought of even talking about your best friend hurt. You hadn’t heard from him since he left you in Korea to be taken care of by your brother and his pack. You didn’t know if he was safe or even alive.

“So is there anything else i should know about you that they neglected to tell me?”

You figured he’d just learn everything he needed to know on the job as your mate much like Yangyang was.

But you couldn’t think of anything he urgently needed to know about you, “I dont know. I don’t think so. I’m not very interesting, you know, aside from the bum leg and the fucked up arm that is.”

“I doubt that.” Hendery scoffed.

“It’s true.” Well it was either true or you just honestly didn’t care enough in the moment to think too deeply into your life.

You were bringing a lot of emotional baggage with you from your home and you knew it would take you forever to unpack.

His mouth created a raspberrying sound, “No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” Sort of anyways.

“Nope. You’re a liar. Fake news.” Hendery didn’t buy it.

How could you possibly think you weren’t interesting? You practically fell into their laps after nearly dying from some freak accident. Who could ever call that uninteresting?

“Seriously. No one finds the stuff i do or how i am intriguing. I’m pretty boring.”

The Macanese boy snickered, “Boring? You could literally tell me why you think the sky’s green not blue and we both know I’d listen like you’d just given me the winning million dollar lottery numbers. That’s not something a boring person could do.”

While him saying he’d listen to you no matter what made your heart jump, you knew it wasn’t just because he found everything you said to be naturally interesting. It was the pull.

“That’s only because you imprinted on me. I could throw up on you right now but you’d look at me like you had just fallen in love with me and you know it.” You defiantly added.

“Alright then have it your way you stubborn little baby you.” The nickname he gave you made your stomach burst into butterflies, “But just because you think you’re lame doesn’t mean i don’t want to know more about you.”

“What is is you’d like to know?”

“I don’t know,” He thought genuinely about what it was he’d want to know about you before he settled on some very basic questions he figured he should probably get out of the way, “Do you only speak Chinese and Cantonese then? Or are you secretly a dog whisperer too?”

“Considering I somehow managed to get myself two mates in the span of like a month, I probably am a dog whisperer!” You laughed while Hendery rolled eyes at your sad joke, “I speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, Thai, and my native language and it’s sign language.”

“Sign language? Why sign language?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, “You gotta be able to talk to your fellow soldiers without talking much when you’re trying to be all sneaky sneakying.”

“Sneaky sneakying? What are you actually a baby? Or are you just plain dumb?” He laughed at you lovingly, finally coming out from behind you and sitting in front of you, pulling one of your hands into his in the process on instinct.

He wasn’t even sure you liked PDA. And usually he wouldn’t have been one for it. But something about your cute presence made him just want to hold you in his arms forever. But since he wasn’t just that familiar with you yet, his mind seemed to settle for holding your hand.

“No,” You blushed at the suddenly contact, “I’d say between the two of us you’d be the dumb one here.”

“Why do you say that? You don’t know me. For all you know i could be Albert Einstein princess.” He attempted to hold a less than enthusiastic face, though his thin lined mouth quickly turned up into a cheeky grin.

At that point, it felt like you face was on fire from the nickname usage. You wouldn’t have ever pegged him as someone who would’ve used them. Now here he was throwing them out into the open freely, shocking you.

Little did you know, your original hypothesis was correct. Or at least, it normally would’ve been. But something about being around you made him want to be… romantic and cheesy.

He wasn’t too sure why the urge was so strong so early on. But he wasn’t gonna complain if you weren’t. And you definitely had no plans of doing such a thing.

“Truuuue,” You agreed “But to counter, I’m pretty sure a smart person wouldn’t imprint on their packmate’s new mate.” You countered.

“Yeah in hindsight i walked into that one.” He looked down at your hands as he tried to stifle a laugh.

You snorted, “Literally!” You nearly shouted, thinking about how he walked into the living room for the first time after getting back home and getting attacked after Yangyang realized he imprinted on you.

After that, you both sat there in a comfortable silence as the older boy began to play with the fingers of your good hand. Neither of you were completely positive of what you future would hold. You weren’t sure how Yangyang would react or if the rest of the pack would even respect your decision.

But you knew at least for the time being, you wanted to savor the moment you found yourself in with your new mate for at long as you could. Because for all you knew, it could’ve been the last one you’d ever get with him.

(Updated 8/13/22)

[itstheoneshot]

Doctor, Doctor

Summary: It is not too often that you get a chance to practice your medicine studies on someone who actually needs it.

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Hendery x Nonbinary Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Crying, Sub!Hendery.

You are used to having a house full of boys, with your younger brother’s friends coming to stay. Whether short or long term, there was pretty much always someone else in the house alongside yourself and Xuxi. You did not mind this though, the others always helped you out with rent, and housework, and it was nice to have company when your brother had to go away for intensive study.

You are in your final year at university, top of the class as a med student, where Xuxi was majoring in performing arts. You two are so different in academia, yet so alike in every other way, and his friends treated you like family too. Only a week ago, his youngest friend Yangyang had moved out, and the room was taken almost immediately by your brother’s closest friend Guanheng.

Guanheng made you laugh more than most of Xuxi’s friends, they are so similar in their sense of humour and… brain capacity, he definitely kept you entertained, even if it exhausted you to spend too much time with the both of them together. He is majoring in foreign language, which impresses you greatly, and only annoys you a little when he decides to switch up mid-sentence to practice.

A day or two after Guanheng moves in, you bid farewell to your younger brother, he is heading out for a week for yet another intensive. His course is hectic, the requirements truly taking up every second of his time, but you are proud of how well he copes with it. You hate to say goodbye to him, but he promises to keep in contact, and assures you that the week will fly by, and that he will be home soon with a bottle of your favourite liquor to celebrate.

You love your brother so much, he has always been your biggest supporter, and the only one out of your family to stay beside you after you came out as nonbinary. The perception of LGBT people in China was slowly changing, but your parent’s generation was still a little behind. You were lucky to find an incredible doctor at a wonderful clinic, who made your transition an easy process, but you know that it is not that simple for everyone, so that is truly what inspired you to become a doctor.

You had left home at the time, and were only a few weeks into medical school when you had told your parents, and they asked you to never speak to them again. Two days later, Xuxi knocked on your door with his bags at his feet, and he has stayed beside you since. He had looked after you post top-surgery, and he has always made sure that his friends understood and respected you.

———

A few days have passed, and you have barely seen Guanheng at all. He occasionally comes out to eat, but spends all of his time in his room. It is odd behaviour from him, he knows you well, and he has stayed with you before without acting like this, so you are worried.

Sometimes you swear that you and your brother are telekinetic, as your phone lights up, buzzing on the table in front of you as a phone call alerts on the home screen.

“Hey, dìdi!” You answer, “How’s training?”

“It’s fine, gēge,” Xuxi replies, though his tone seems a little uncertain, “Have you spoken to Guanheng?”

You sit up straight at the mention of his name, even more concerned now that your brother asked of him while he is away.

“Not in days,” You reply, “Why’s that?”

“He was complaining about not feeling great,” Xuxi tells you, “Could you see if he’s okay?”

It would not be the first time that one of your brother’s friends has needed medical advice, truthfully, almost all of them have come to you with some sort of sports injury, sprained ankles or wrists, pulled back muscles and the like, though this feels different.

You are sure that Guanheng would have come to you if he had hurt himself at the gym, so you rule that out without even talking to him. You know that you will be able to help him, or at least diagnose some sort of issue if he needs further medical attention, so you decide to do it.

“I will,” You nod, “Thanks, Xuxi. Go and practice, I’ll see you in a few days.”

You hang up the phone, and stand up from the desk setup in your room. You walk down the hallway to his room, knocking gently on the door to alert him of your presence.

“Dìdi,” You murmur, “Can I come in?”

You can hear him groan from the other side of the door, and you barely make out an audible “yes, gē…” before you open the door. You see him curled under the covers in his bed, the curtains are drawn, and some music video is playing on the laptop beside him.

He looks up at you as you step inside, barely managing a smile before he rests his head back down on the pillow. You move to sit down at the end of the bed by his feet, concerned even more so now you have seen the state that he is in.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, “I haven’t seen you in days, are you okay?”

The younger man’s cheeks flush red, and he shakes his head gently, pulling the covers up over his chest.

“Nothing, gēge,” He replies, “Just muscle pain I think, it’s okay.”

You raise a brow at this, knowing him well enough to see through the lie, though you play along only to try and make him more comfortable, hoping that you will be able to coax the truth out with some further questioning.

“Where does it hurt?” You ask, “I can take a look if you’d like me to.”

If you were not so concerned, you would find it comical, the way that his eyes widen in fear and he shakes his head again, this time almost furiously. He sits up on his elbows, and you can see that this pains him too, now worried even further that he has hurt himself badly.

“No, no,” He mumbles, “No, I’m okay, it’s fine.”

You try not to get frustrated by this, though now you remember that of all of Xuxi’s friends, Guanheng is the only one who has never asked you a medical question, which strikes you as a little odd, but understandable, some people just don’t like doctors, and that is okay.

“Please tell me,” You urge him, before repeating your previous question, “Where does it hurt, dìdi? I’m not gonna do something crazy, I just want to know if I can help you.”

This time, you can see that he is pondering it, and you smile softly, attempting to reassure him that you are there to help, and not make it worse. He should trust you, he has known you for three years now, since he was 19, and you were 22, his current age, and he surely should understand that you will not hurt him.

“Fine,” He sighs, “It’s stupid, I think I pulled a muscle in my stomach.”

You smile again, before standing to move closer to him, with your knees rested against the side of the mattress. He looks so upset, but you are confident that you can diagnose whatever the problem is.

“Lay back,” You instruct him, “I’m gonna pull the bedsheets down, you’re dressed, aren’t you?”

He nods at you, doing as you ask, he moves the sheets down to his hips, and you lean down to graze your fingers across his stomach. The t-shirt that he is wearing is thin, and you can easily feel all of his muscles underneath. His abs are clearly defined, though you expected nothing less of the boy who practically lived at the gym.

You press down gently, all of your focus on attempting to diagnose, and you draw your hand back quickly as a pathetic whimper escapes Guangheng’s mouth, and you look up to see his cheeks an even deeper shade of red than they were before.

“Guanheng…” You murmur, “I’m going to lift up your shirt now, okay? I need to see what you’ve done.”

It is clear to you that he does not want this, but the concern in your voice is enough to make him anxious, so he obliges you, pulling his t-shirt up to his chest. Your eyes narrow in on the pink lace that you see, peeking out from under the elastic waistband of his tracksuit pants, but you don’t say anything, not wanting to make this any more embarrassing for him than it already is.

You continue to press into his stomach, trying your hardest to not get distracted by his whining. It is adorable, but you are still worried, at least you are at first. You lift your gaze to meet his, to see his concerned expression, biting his lip while he stares down at your hands, as they move further down his stomach, closer to his hips.

It is not until you look back down, noticing that the muscles seem more tense than before, when you diagnose the problem immediately. Guanheng’s hands race to readjust the bedsheets, though it is too late for him, your eyes widening as you see the evident bulge in his tracksuit pants.

“Gē, I… I- I’m okay,” He stutters, moving his hands to try and cover himself, “It’s ok, I’m okay, I-…”

The sweet, innocent boy seems so flustered, his muscles are so tense, a problem that you are certain you can fix, though it does not require any of your medical expertise. You take his hands, forcing him to let go of the bedcovers, and you let them go again to pull the sheets back, exposing his legs to you fully.

“Oh, sweet bǎobǎo,” You coo, chuckling at the puzzled look he gives you as you move onto the bed, between his legs, “I can fix you… it hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

He realises that you mean it, and you are offering exactly what his body is telling him that he wants. It makes you melt, knowing that he has worked himself up so much that he has ended up bedridden, it is pathetic, in the sweetest and most endearing way, and it makes you even more willing to assist him.

“It hurts, gēge,” He nods, “I can’t do it myself, I’m not good enough… you… you’d really help me?”

You softly touch him through his sweatpants, his cock is so hard, it must really hurt, with the way that he whimpers at such gentle contact. You pout at him condescendingly, before moving to hook your fingers under the elastic waistband, keeping eye contact with him as you do this.

“Lift your hips up for me,” You order, “I need to see all of you if you want me to help.”

Guanheng uses all of his strength, obliging you with a groan as you pull his pants down, leaving his pretty pink lace underwear on for you to admire momentarily.

“These are so pretty, sweet boy,” You tell him, tracing your nails across his hips before easily working the lace down too, “But I want full access to you, so they need to come off.”

His cock is red, pre-cum droplets leaking from the tip and you have not even wrapped your hand around him yet, though you do not hesitate, knowing that the boy is in agony, and you do as your medical school taught you, doing what is needed to ease your patient’s pain as quickly as possible.

“Fuck,” Guanheng cries, his hips bucking involuntarily as you make your first movement, “Oh god, gē, fuck…”

You reach forward with your free hand to cup his cheek, keeping his focus on you as you begin to stroke him a little faster. You are still gentle, you had promised to help him after all, not hurt him, but the idea of doing exactly that, when he is not in agony, definitely lingers in your mind.

“Baby boy,” You sigh, seeing how hard he is trying to remain still, “Relax, gē has got you.”

His fists are balled in the sheets either side of him, struggling to focus on anything enough to follow your instructions, and at this point you are not even sure if he is enjoying it that much.

“What do you need, bǎobǎo?” You ask him, “I want to help you, okay? Tell me.”

Guangheng’s bottom lip is trembling as he tries to find the words to speak. You can see that he truly is trying to get comfortable, but he is clearly not used to this kind of attention, it is all a little too overwhelming for him.

“C-can you kiss me?” He stutters, “And… and I wanna see you too gēge, feels so weird being naked by myself.”

He is asking a lot of you, and usually you would not be so nice, much preferring to tease and work up anyone submitting to you, but Guanheng is too far gone, too close to tears, and you just can’t resist that boyish charm.

“Of course,” You reply, leaning forward with your hand on his shoulder to support you, your other one still stroking his cock as you kiss him for the first time, “You’re sweeter than honey.”

It takes a moment for him to fully submit to the kiss, but soon he is crumbling to your touch, moulding into you as he works the clothes off your body with much more skill than you had expected. Soon you are naked, just as he is once you have pulled his t-shirt over his head.

“You’re so handsome, gē,” Guanheng mumbles, his voice cracking as you continue to work him, “Fuck, fuck it feels too good.”

Your kisses are charged now, much more forceful as your grip tightens around his cock. Guanheng whines into your mouth, and you chuckle as you feel his hands on your body, tracing the scars that adorn your chest. You are proud of them, and the way that Guanheng clings to you is clear evidence that he likes them too.

You know that he must be close, and you pull back from the kiss to stare into his eyes again. They are glassy, tears brimming in the corners as he bites his bottom lip so hard that you swear that he might just pierce the skin.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” You ask him, smiling as he nods his head, “You don’t have to hold back, you need this.”

Guanheng squeezes his eyes shut, and you watch his tears as they roll down his cheeks. He wants to protest, you can see it in the way that he shakes his head ever so slightly, but you do not slow down your hand.

“Gēge,” He whimpers, “I can’t, I can’t!”

Tears are streaming down his face as he opens his eyes again, he is a mess, and it is so fucking hot to watch him as he falls apart for you. It is not hard to tell that he wants more than just your hand, but he has to be patient, and you are going to make him work for it.

“Let go, bǎobǎo,” You urge, “Be a good boy, won’t you? Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Guanheng finally obeys you, throwing his head back as his cock twitches in your hand, his load shooting out of him in hot bursts, all the way up his chest to his neck. You work him through his orgasm, his moans are breathless cries, whimpers, full blown sobs, as you reposition yourself further back, and lean down to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

“No, gē, stop,” He gasps, as you swirl your tongue over the head, your hand still stroking him “Y-you said you’d help me… this is… fuck.”

He is still half-hard despite the intense orgasm you just gave him, and you gaze up at him, smiling with your eyes as you work him with your mouth. Eventually you slowly loosen your grip, only pulling off his cock when he looks as if he could pass out from the overstimulation.

“You aren’t finished, I have to make you all better.” You tell him, “You’re still in pain, bǎobèi, your muscles are still so tight.”

You fall silent as you kiss up his stomach, licking him clean, and his cum dribbles from your lips by the time you make your way up to press your forehead to his, but he keeps his mouth shut, not allowing you to kiss him like you had planned too.

He does not get to decide whether to kiss you or not, so in order to get him to submit again, you take your hand back to his cock, the sensitivity causing him to gasp, and you get the opportunity to dive in.

You kiss him deeply, forcing him to taste himself, and although at first he tries to move away, soon you find him moaning at the sensation. You knew that he would like this, and you love his willingness to take everything that you give him, he really is so much better behaved than you had thought he would be, but you know that is probably just because of how desperate he is to feel good, so far past being able to be the brat you know him as.

“You’re such a good boy, Guanheng,” You praise him as you pull back from the kiss, admiring him as he swallows the cum in his mouth, “You deserve a reward, honey, what do you want?”

He blushes at the compliments you pay him, his eyes are blown out, red and puffy as he stares at you, still dazed from his first orgasm, and overstimulated with your hand still wrapped around his cock as it slowly grows once more to full hardness.

“I wanna make you feel good too, gēge,” He replies, “I promise I can, I’ll do whatever you tell me to, if you’ll let me, please?”

His words are enough to feel heat surge between your thighs, you know that you are already so wet for him, too, and the idea of taking the over-sensitive cock that you are currently stroking is almost too much for you.

“And how will you do that, bǎobǎo?” You ask him, “I’m sure you have something in mind in that pretty little head of yours.”

Guanheng blushes at your words, though they were both condescending and demeaning, it is clear to you that he liked it.

“Gēge,” He starts, “Why are you doing this?”

The question throws you a little, and you have to think for a moment before you answer him. His tone was so innocent and sweet, with genuine curiosity in his question.

“Because you need it, sweetie,” You reply, “I couldn’t let a pretty boy like you struggle now, could I? That wouldn’t make me very nice.”

His eyes light up again, and he smiles a little cheekily at you. He is so hard to figure out, you do not know how much of this is an act, or whether he truly is as innocent as he seems.

“You think I’m pretty?” He asks you, his words are breathless as your hand moves to stroke cock harder again, “Do you think all of me is pretty?”

“All of you, Hengi,” You nod, “Is that so wrong?”

He shakes his head, whimpering as he tries to keep himself together. You have him in your control, and he knows it, but he wants to be here just as much as you do, if not more so.

“Fuck me, gēge,” He pleads, “I need you on my cock, please?”

These are the words that you needed to hear, at this point needing him just as much. You are sure that you are wet enough to soak through the mattress, and his thick, hard cock in your hand is only making you wetter.

“Oh, bǎobǎo,” You murmur, moving one hand to his shoulder as you position yourself over him, “I’d love to, I think you’re going to feel incredible inside me.”

His hands are balled in the sheets, gripping hard enough to turn his knuckles white as you lower yourself down, taking him in slowly to give yourself time to adjust. It takes some steady breathing to let yourself relax, pushing through the initial stretch to bottom out, and Guanheng lifts his hips to meet you, to help you take him in all the way.

He feels better than you had even imagined, filling you perfectly, slightly curved at just the right angle, and soon you find it easy to lift yourself up to drop down on him again. You tangle your fingers in his soft brown hair, kissing him passionately as he moves his hands to your hips to support you riding him.

“Sweet boy,” You moan, “You feel so good… you like this too, don’t you?”

Guanheng nods enthusiastically, his nails digging into your hips as you make pace. His moans are high pitched, whiny and fucking adorable, perfectly in sync with your much deeper groans as you bounce on his cock.

“You’re perfect, gē,” He gasps, “Fuck… I’m so lucky… you’re so fucking hot.”

His praises make your heart swell, as you lean down to kiss him again, wanting and needing the boy to know that the feeling is mutual. You are not sure at what point this went from how it started, to where it is now, but you have no complaints as with each passing moment, Guanheng becomes more comfortable, soon thrusting up into you from underneath, your own moans escalating as you gain closer to your peak.

He is past the point of overstimulation now, as with each thrust you begin to clench to him, and you nip on his bottom lip to get his attention, making him open his eyes to look at you.

“You want to cum again, don’t you?” You ask, chuckling at how dazed he looks, “Tell me how much you want it, convince me.”

“Please, gēge,” He begs, “Hurts again, I need to, I really fucking need to.”

Once more, you pretend to ponder, if only to lengthen the process as you feel yourself getting closer, and closer, and closer.

“Not yet, bǎobǎo,” You reply, laughing again as he pouts at your answer, “Oh, sweetie, did you forget that you promised to get me there too?”

He tries his hardest to remember, completely overwhelmed with pleasure to the point where he can’t even see straight, his breathing is heavy, and you are sure that your high is only moments away.

Guanheng moves one hand from your hip to your core, working your swollen clit just like you needed, and again you question how much of his innocent front is an act, but you don’t have much time to think about it now.

“Oh, fuck, Hengi,” You gasp, “Don’t stop, gonna cum for you, need you to cum in me too, okay?”

You can see how difficult this is for him, but it takes almost no time for your high to break through, your thighs shake as you fall apart, your orgasm is the most intense one you have had since you can remember. Your orgasm is followed so closely by his, and you are too lost in the moment to be shocked by the forcefulness in which he pulls you down to kiss him again, moaning into each other as you cum together.

His cheeks are wet with tears, which you wipe away with your thumbs as you slow down to a stop, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. You don’t really want this to be over, but the poor boy under you looks as if he will faint if you try to go again, and you are not really sure if your body would allow it anyway.

“Feel better, bǎobǎo?” You ask, “You made me feel so good, too.”

Guanheng cries out as you lift yourself off him, and he watches as you roll onto your back beside him, and you splay your hand out over his chest, truly not wanting to be apart.

“So much better,” He replies, “Thank you, gē.”

He looks exhausted, and honestly, so are you, and you are sure that at any moment he will probably fall asleep, though it would not surprise you if you did too. You are glad that your brother is not home, but you know that you will have to explain this to him at some point, getting the feeling that this is going to be much more than just a once-off occurrence, and you find the confidence to make that clear.

“Any time, sweet boy,” You murmur, “I’d love to help you any time that you need.”

Guanheng turns his head to face you, with his adorable, perfect smile, his eyes half shut as he tries to stay awake.

“I’ll definitely need your help again,” He replies, “But first, I need to sleep.”

[xiaojusaur]

7 Minutes in Heaven

Pairing: Friends to Lovers! Hendery x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Comedy

Warnings: car sex, fingering, squirting, dirty talking, multiple orgasms, mentions of masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 6K

Description: Hendery was the new guy in class who didn’t know how to talk English well, that’s how you first start talking and then became good friends. You had a crush on him, but he didn’t know. Everything changed at a frat party; you shouldn’t have played 7 minutes in heaven with your friend.

You were accustomed to arrive early to the classroom because there was a certain desk you liked, plus you didn’t like being either too close or too far to the professor. Sometimes you really didn’t feel like paying attention, and today was one of those days.

On the way, you met with your best friend, but you couldn’t enroll in the same classes this semester, so she had to leave quickly.

When you got to the classroom, there was a new face and he was sitting on your favorite place. The shock froze you in place, he hadn’t noticed you were there as he was writing something down on his notebook and his dark mane was covering his face.

You decided to be nice and just sit on the desk on his left. When he was aware of your presence, he turned his head to you, your eyes meeting when you raised your glance. You smiled and he smiled back. He was cute. You both kept quiet until the rest of the classmates and the professor arrived.

“Class! We have a new student with us! Hendery, please say hello!” Your professor introduced the new guy to your right. He waved shyly. “Please be patient with him, he doesn’t know much English. He came all the way from Macau. If you guys see him struggling, please give him a hand,” your professor continued.

So that’s why he was so silent! He seemed so nice and you having a lot of empathy, could feel he was feeling anxious. It must’ve been hard not being able to communicate well.

The class continued and you were distracted with the fact that maybe Hendery couldn’t understand well what was being discussed. He looked so focused, you didn’t dare to interrupt him because maybe he was trying to do his best. So you waited for the class to be over and when he was about to leave, you stopped him.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You whisper-shouted.

He turned around and his face seemed to light up.

“Are you okay? Did you understand the class?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I tried my best,” he shrugged and then giggled.

You giggled with him and then said, “If you ever need help to understand something, just ask me, okay?”

“Alright! Thank you!” He seemed genuinely happy that you were willing to help him.

“Do you know anyone around?” you didn’t want him to be alone.

“Yeah, I have a friend. I will meet him now to get lunch,” he explained.

“That’s good!” You nodded.

“Do you want to join us?” He asked you.

“That’s alright! I’ll meet with my best friend too,” you answered.

“Oh okay, see you later then,” he was about to leave when he remembered he didn’t know your name. “Oh! Wait! What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you smiled to him one last time before he nodded and left.

The months went on like that. Hendery occasionally came for help, he liked teaming up with your for group projects, and he even invited you to lunch a few times. You liked spending time together and slowly, he merged into your group of friends, bringing his group of friends also.

His English got better and better, he was almost and expert, even though he had a cute accent.

You found yourself having a huge crush on him, but you swore you would never tell him. For you, he was way out of your league, you weren’t his type, and you didn’t even know about his language, though he had tried several times to teach you some words and expressions.

“Hey!” He arrived to your apartment without notice to find you curled up in your sofa watching a movie.

“Hi! What’s up?” You said while checking your phone to see if he had texted you, finding an empty screen.

“So, tonight’s there’s this frat party from the frat house Yangyang is in, do you maybe wanna go?” He then smiled widely, trying to convince you.

“I don’t know... I’m not in the mood for partying today,” you replied while cuddling the cushion.

“Come onnn!” He flopped by your side on the couch, “Lyndsey is gonna be there! She’s gonna stalk me the whole night!” He groaned.

“Well, that’s your own fault! You dicked her down and she got addicted,” you shrugged, laughing at him later.

“Hey! I was in need!” He explained unnecessarily.

“You guys can’t last a week without pussy, that’s sad, you know,” you were mocking him.

“It’s in our nature, what can we do? Plus, how long has it been since you got laid?” He was smirking, trying to make fun of you.

“Shut up,” you pushed him playfully.

“So come on!!!! Let’s go to the frat party!” He started shaking you by the arm.

“Alright! Alright! Ugh! You’re so annoying!” You jumped to your feet and went to your room to change, your quick choice being a pair of jeans, a turtleneck shirt, a bomber college jacket, and some sneakers. You texted your best friend.

Hey! Are you going to that frat party?

Idk... are you?

Dery is making me go. Something about Lyndsey and stuff

Sucks. I can accompany you

Please! It’s possible he finds someone else and leaves me alone there surrounded by strangers

Fine, I’ll throw something on and see you there.

You got out of your room and Hendery was there, laying back on the couch while watching the TV. He looked so cute. You couldn’t believe you had a crush on him and he hadn’t noticed.

“We’re ready to go,” you announced and he looked at you from head to toe and back up. He catcalled you as a joke, “Look at my bestie gooo! She’s gonna seduce some men!”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Fine, let’s go!”

At the party, you met with your best friend while Hendery went with his friends. Everyone was wilding, playing beer pong, dancing, drinking, making out on the corners.

You stayed by your friend’s side, dancing and drinking. Hendery found you in the crowd and started dancing with you too, after all, you were that comfortable with each other. He grabbed your hips and was grinding on you while you followed his hips. When the song finished he said he was gonna get more alcohol while you ran to your best friend again.

“Are you not gonna tell him ever?” She asked you, talking about your huge crush in Hendery.

“I don’t think I will. I mean, we’re okay as we are,” you shrugged. You didn’t want to lose his friendship and you thought that if you told him, everything would turn awkward, so you just decided to keep it to yourself.

As the night went by, people started to get sleepy, some passing out on the couches, others disappeared who knows where. Only a few were still alive and among them were Hendery, your friend, the infamous Lyndsey, and you. Someone had the bright idea of playing 7 minutes in heaven just for the sake of relieving high school memories, so you all sat on the floor in circle. Some random guy looked for an empty bottle that would choose the lucky couples. You were sitting across Hendery, who looked spaced out, probably drunk already and being stalked by Lyndsey. The poor girl’s eyes were shining with high hopes of getting a chance to be alone with Dery again. You were mocking him and he was acting annoyed.

As the game progressed, many random couples got to be locked in the darkness of the closet. Your friend matched with the very hot Jaehyun guy from English class but she didn’t spill anything. While you were teasing her, you heard Hendery’s name along with some noise by his friends. You were about to start mocking him too when you noticed the bottle was pointing at you.

You swear your surroundings froze in time. Your friend’s eyes widened because she knew how you felt. Hendery tho, was excited because after all, it was you and he wouldn’t feel so awkward.

“Aren’t you going?” Said the guy who had the control of spinning the bottle, Lyndsey looked at you and then to Hendery, expecting you to not go. Hendery actually helped you to stand up and basically dragged you into the closet with him. Before locking the door, the guy with the timer said, “Whatever you do, you have 7 minutes. Nothing more,” and with that, he left you two alone in the darkness of the closet.

You were holding into Hendery’s arms, maybe to know he was there, maybe as a support, or perhaps because you wanted to feel him close.

“Well, at least I’m saved from Lyndsey,” he laughed nervously.

“Yup, once again, I am your savior,” you remarked.

Being alone with Hendery wasn’t awkward usually, but there was some weird tension going on in the tiny space of the closet.

“What should we do?” He asked in a whisper, the air emitting from his lips blowing you right on the face because he was too close.

“I don’t know... talk? We’re friends, this isn’t weird,” you tried to convince yourself.

“I mean... yeah...”

“These had been the longest seven minutes of my life,” you stated.

“Let’s kiss, maybe that would make it less awkward and the time will go faster,” Hendery suggested and you swear the butterflies in your stomach made a tornado.

“You think kissing between friends is less awkward?” You asked confused.

“Well yeah, I mean, we’re friends. It shouldn’t be weird, it’s only a kiss,” he said, ignorant of your feelings for him.

“Okay then,” you agreed, “but let’s not allow this to make us awkward after, alright?”

“Promise,” he gave you his pinky to hook with yours.

In less than a second, his lips crashed on yours. You thought it was just gonna be a peck, but then he started moving his lips, and automatically, yours responded. His tongue darted between your lips, looking for yours to tangle with. Your arms snaked around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist, bringing you even more closer. Having him like this sparked the feeling inside you more: you were in love with this guy without remedy.

When you two were getting comfortable with it, you heard the alarm outside, indicating time was up. You detangled from each other, fixing your hair and your clothes to make it seem that nothing had happened. Everyone knew you two were best friends and to give the tiniest hint that you had done anything in there would be enough for your group of friends to start teasing you. When the door opened, you went on with your normal friendship and acted as if you haven’t kissed passionately a few minutes ago.

You were too overwhelmed, so you decided to leave with your friend. Hendery stayed. He was probably gonna crash in with the boys.

On the way back, your friend was telling you about her experience with Jaehyun, and then she remembered your time with Hendery.

“Did anything happen in there? You two looked pretty normal to me,” she inquired.

“Well... we kissed,” you shrugged.

“I knew it -wait what?!” She was shocked! “You kissed? As in a peck or-?”

“As in full tongue,” you nodded.

“Oh my God...... how do you feel?” She was concerned now.

“Like I’m in love... I feel like as soon as his lips touched mine, I was done, I completely fell in love with him,” you confessed.

“Oh no.... what you gonna do now?” She asked.

“Try to not be awkward and act as if it was nothing. Friends can kiss right?” You fake-smiled.

“No they cannot! Friends with benefits do... but I don’t think you’re there yet,” she scratched her neck.

“I’m fucked aren’t I?”

“Very...”

You tried avoiding Hendery until you felt better and collected your thoughts, but that was kinda impossible since he was everywhere and he looked for you everyday. So you did your best to not looked like you were having a turmoil of feelings every time you saw his stupid, beautiful face.

There you were, having lunch all together. He was talking about how he wanted to talk to a cute girl who was a few tables away. Your friend placed her hand on top of yours in silent support.

Honestly, you didn’t know what was up with you. He usually talked to you about his affairs with other females and you weren’t this affected, but today you were bothered by it. While his friends celebrated that he was going to get her number, you stood up and left with the excuse of having to study because of a test. Your friend followed you.

“I think you need to talk to him,” she suggested.

“I don’t know. I feel is going to be useless,” you grunted.

“Y/N, it has gotten to a point where you’re always fuming. He will start noticing your behavior soon if you keep this up, so my advice is that you two sit down and talk this out,” she stepped in front of you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! He doesn’t feel the same way I do. I’m the one trying to ruin our friendship,” you said as you threw your hands in the air in frustration.

“First of all, you don’t know that. Second of all, if you keep bottling it, you’re gonna explode and it’s going to be worse. And that’s not ruining a friendship, it’s only natural you like him. You spend time together, he knows you well, he brings you snacks...” Your friend was trying to talk reason back to you.

You whined, “But how am I supposed to tell him? I can’t just sit him down and tell him, ‘Listen, I have this huge crush on you, please love me back’, he’s a guy, he won’t understand.”

“Well, if he feels the same way he WILL understand,” she said matter-of-factly.

“That isn’t helping! Ughhh! I need to plan something... something that looks casual but it’s the right moment, you know what I mean?”

“How about... how about you invite him to watch a movie? That’s something you guys do often, right?” She suggested and you nodded. “You watch a movie, you have your snacks, you cuddle as you always do, and then you tell him. What do you think?” She wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed.

You gasped, “How do you know we cuddle? Are you spying on me?!”

“Come on, let’s be realistic. You two look like cuddly people,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah true... your plan sounds good. Imma try it. You’re the best! I don’t know how my life would be without you,” you embraced your friend in gratitude.

At night, you texted Hendery to start with your plan:

Hey, dumbhead

Sup, headache

Do you have plans on Friday night?

Not yet, 为什么？(weishenme - Why)

Why are you texting me in Chinese?! You know I don’t understand! I mean, I’m deducing that means why.

🤪🤪🤪

Anyways! What do you think if we watch that new movie on Netflix?

Sure, I’ll bring snacks

Kay

好！

Now that you had everything planned, you started thinking about what to say and how to say it. You couldn’t just shoot it.

A few hours later, when you were about to go to sleep, you received another text from Hendery. It said it had an image attached. It was strange but you decided to open it. And then regretted it.

Hendery had sent you a spicy picture. It wasn’t a nude but it was pretty suggestive. He was holding his member over his pants, as if to show how big he is without actually showing. Almost a dick pic.

You panicked, you were sure that wasn’t for you. A sudden jealousy took over you because, why was he sending these pics to someone else? But also, your friend-self told you to keep calm and let him know.

Wrong number! Dumbass! Look at the number before sending these kind of things!

He didn’t answer for a while, but then he appeared

I’m sorry!!! Oh God! I’m so embarrassed!

It’s all good. At least you’re not showing anything. My eyes aren’t bleeding yet!

I’m really sorry!

It’s okay! We’re friends...

And you left him with that.

Friday arrived and you were nervous already, waiting for Hendery in your apartment. Around 8PM he knocked on your door and you yelled “Come in!” Too lazy to get up from the couch. He looked comfy but so sexy at the same time.

Hendery brought a lot of snacks and placed them on the low table.

“I brought your favorites and mines, to fix your day!” He said excitedly.

You smiled and replied, “Thanks! I really appreciate it.”

“Let’s get to it!” He yelled and you shushed him laughing, he was so noisy and your neighbors would complain.

You were cuddled up with each other while watching the movie. You were leaning on his chest while he played with your hair with one hand and ate popcorn with the other. You felt his eyes on you, so you looked up and your eyes met. He smiled to you and you smiled back. You didn’t know if it was your imagination but you felt he was getting closer to your mouth. In your panic you didn’t move and opted to let it happen, maybe this was a sign that he liked you back. But then, his lips never touched yours and only centimeters away he said, “Haha, gotcha,” with a groggy voice.

You got angry and couldn’t conceal it anymore. So you got off the couch as quickly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” He asked confused.

The ticking bomb inside you snapped.

“What’s wrong?! You dare to ask me what’s wrong?! Hendery! You just pretended you were going to kiss me and then told me it was a joke!”

“Hey! Calm down! I thought it would be funny! Since you know, we kissed in the game as a joke” His eyes widening in concern.

“So the kiss was a joke to you?” You said crossing your arms tightly.

“I thought it was just a game, it didn’t mean anything,” he explained.

“It did to me!” You blurted, your mouth talking before you could think straight.

He froze and gulped, “What?”

“Nothing,” you turned around and walked to the kitchen.

“Y/N!” He walked behind you, “talk to me! You’re acting really strange lately. You’ve been avoiding me, you get angry about everything... what is wrong? What changed?”

You leaned on the counter, trying to find the correct words. “What changed is...” you gulped and then continued, “My feelings for you, Hendery. That changed.”

He was so puzzled. “I don’t understand...”

“Hendery, I’m in love with you,” you confessed, feeling a relief within you.

You looked at him, his eyes were alarmed, not quite the reaction you were expecting. “I- I- I don’t know what to say...” he stuttered.

“You don’t have to say anything, Hendery...” you muttered.

“I- I’ll be right back...” he walked slowly to the door and left without his things. He didn’t come back.

“Great Y/N, great! You just ruined your friendship,” you said to yourself, running your hands through your hair.

You cleaned your apartment and curled up in your bed, regretting everything you just did.

You two didn’t talk for a week straight, not daring to approach each other. Hendery went to Xiaojun for help because he felt he was losing you and he didn’t want that, but he felt bad for leaving you hanging that night. You were expecting an answer from him, but at that time, he didn’t think you were going to say what you said.

“This is simple, Hendery,” said Xiaojun while cooking something. “How do you feel about her?”

“I don’t know!!!” He whined, pulling his long strands of hair.

“I think you do know, you just don’t want to accept it,” Xiaojun chuckled. “You can be honest with me, you know.”

“Ughhh! Okay,” Hendery groaned. “I think I’m pretty accustomed to her as my best friend that I didn’t think I could actually like her. But now thinking about it well, I feel like my best self when I’m around her. I can be myself and she won’t judge me, she follows my weird behavior, she shares snacks with me...”

“Let me change the question a little bit,” Xiaojun interrupted, “the day of the party, how did you feel when you kissed?”

After thinking about it a little, Hendery answered, “I wanted to keep kissing her. I felt so comfortable in her arms. She’s a great kisser btw,” he drifted away.

“Focus!” Xiaojun yelled.

“Okay, okay! I don’t know, I feel like I would be able to tell if I see her again... but I don’t know how to go back to her,” he sighed.

“How about you do a non-date date, something simple like going for a late night drive,” Xiaojun suggested.

“You’re a genius!” Hendery exclaimed.

“I’m a romantic, which is different,” he pointed out.

It was 12AM on a Friday and you we’re already cuddled in your bed when there was a knock on your door. You threw a hoodie on, to not wear a bra just in case, and went to see who was it.

You felt like the air was punched out of you when you opened the door and saw Hendery’s figure. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing a cream-colored shirt, black joggers, and his glasses: the best look on him. “Hendery...” you said softly.

“Um... hi!” He smiled awkwardly, making him look so cute to you. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked this whole week and I didn’t have the best response to what you said and I’m sorry about that,” he was talking too fast.

“Hey... it’s okay,” you patted him on the arm. “You want to come in?”

“Actually, I came here for you. Do you want to go for a late night drive?” He was swinging, looking pretty nervous.

You sighed, “Do I have to change?”

“Not really, I mean, look at me,” he extended his arms and turned around. You giggled.

“Fine, let me get my shoes,” you ran to your room and put on the first sneakers you found and you both got in his car.

He was just driving around town, both of you being the old friends you were, singing loudly to the songs on the radio, laughing out loud, and watching the neon lights of the places that were open. He got down on a station to buy snacks for both and then kept going.

You ended up on a lonely hill with a view to the city lights. Sitting on the front of his car, you listened to Hendery talked about his life in Macau and what he missed. Then you were playing, trying to guess where were the places among the tiny lights at sight. Like magnets, you cuddled against each other without noticing; the night was getting cold after all. In the chit-chat, the clock marked 3AM. You got in the car again but Hendery didn’t started the car, instead he talked.

“Y/N... I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” There was a long silence between you two, so he continued, “I like the version of me when I’m with you. It’s so easy to not think about what to do or what to say, I can just speak my mind. I really appreciate you.”

“Same here, Dery,” you placed your hand on top of his, which was on his thigh.

“Im sorry for making you feel bad. I really didn’t think straight, I was in utter shock,” he apologized.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said that the way I did,” you accepted.

“So no hard feelings?” He asked, looking at you now.

“No hard feelings,” you smiled.

But then the air changed between you two. A force was drawing you together and neither of you stopped it. Your lips touched, sparking the flame inside you again. And like that, Hendery knew he loved you too, because the butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t stop dancing. His hand traveled to the back of your head, holding you softly. He pulled back first, mumbling, “I’m sorry, is this okay?”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he muttered before kissing you again, this time deepening the kiss. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. It turned to a passionate make out session and you were gasping for air. You smiled because you were kissing your best friend and Hendery smiled because you looked so cute.

“Should we take this to the backseat?” He suggested with a groggy voice.

“Here? Right now? Really?” You joked.

“I’m sorry! I’m desperate for you,” he shrugged. He jumped first, to lean the seat back for more space. Conveniently he had some sheets there. Then he beckoned you with his hands, inviting you to jump with him. You did as told but your foot got stuck on the front seat so you landed flat over him. You both started laughing at your disgrace but then started kissing wildly again.

He rolled over so you were under him. He fitted perfectly between your legs, as if you were made for him. Quickly, clothes started to be bothersome and he took off your hoodie. Then, Hendery’s hands ran underneath your shirt, reaching your breasts. He squeezed them and then started playing with your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Soon enough, he asked you, “Can I take this off?” Pulling your shirt. You simply responded, “Please.” He also took off his, revealing his beautiful body and threw both of your shirts to the front seat. One of his hands ran down your body, feeling all of you while he enjoyed your lips. You sighed in satisfaction, feeling yourself getting wetter with every touch and each kiss.

Hendery knew when to start touching you and he asked for your consent, “Can I touch you?”

“Please Dery, I’m so wet already,” you said in a needy whisper.

He groaned in response, his fingers not loosing time in snaking inside your shorts. First he touched you over your underwear and then he slipped inside your panties, finding your clit easily. “Oh my god,” you said in a breathy murmur.

“Fuck... you’re so wet,” he hissed. He took out his hand to pull down your pants and underwear, all in one go, helping you shimmy out of them. After all, none of this was being awkward between you, you felt comfortable with each other. Once he had you all at his mercy, he kissed your neck, his mouth going down and down while his hand went to your south. His lips enclosed your nipple at the same time his fingers got between your folds. God! He was so skilled! Your hand played with his hair while his did unholy thing to you.

He sticked his middle finger in you, going in and out, then he added his ring finger and started moving them fast and deep inside, making you whine. “Fuuuuck! Dery! Feels so good!”

He let go of your nipple with a pop, “You like my fingers, baby? Yeah?” His voice was lower than usual and breathier, it had your head spinning.

“Ooh! Yeah, I love them,” you cried and kissed him. You could hear the squelching sound coming from between your legs. You couldn’t believe Hendery was the one making a mess of you.

You felt your orgasm bubbling inside you, “Hendery I’m gonna cum,” you said in a high-pitched whimper.

“You wanna cum on my fingers? Do you like them that much?” He panted.

“Mmmm! Yes!” You moaned.

“Come on, baby, let go,” he commanded you and started thrusting his fingers faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said in a shattered chant and then you felt the delicious tingles all over your body, your eyes rolled back, and your back arched. Something unusual happened this time: strands of water gushed out of you and your legs started to shake. You cried loudly loosing all control of your body. Hendery was amazed of what he just did, “Shit! So hot!”

You, on the other hand, were embarrassed. “Oh god... I’m so sorry...” you hid on the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, that was so hot! I’ve never achieved that. Did you know you could do that?” He caressed your hair in assurance.

“No... it’s the first time that happens...” you whined in embarrassment.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he chuckled, “wanna know something? I’m harder now.”

“Deryyy!” You gasped.

“Can you take it?” He hummed.

“I can take all of you,” you smirked.

“So naughty, I like it,” he pecked your lips and proceeded to kneel in front of you, all bended to avoid smashing his head with the hood. He slipped his pants off easily, along with his briefs, his hardened cock springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight, the tip so pink, shinning with wetness, all ready to take you.

You opened your legs, inviting him, you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you.

He hissed when seeing your still wet core, “Fuck, I could’ve beat that long time ago,” to which you laughed. “Well, you decided to keep boundaries.”

“You’re my best friend, wasn’t it going to be weird?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe?” You shrugged.

“I’m a man, you know. I’m weak. Do you think I didn’t wish to rearrange your insides some of those nights where we cuddled in your couch? It took the best of me to calm this little guy,” he grabbed his length. You burst out laughing.

“Are we really having this conversation when you’re about to wreck me?” You rolled your eyes.

“You started it!” He complaint.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” you taunted.

“Condom or no condom?” He asked.

“Wrap your weiner, I don’t know where you have sticked that thing in,” you commanded him.

“I’m clean! I always protect myself, who do you take me for?! I offered myself since I trust you as my best friend, but okay. And don’t call him a thing! He has a name!” he sounded so offended.

“Oh my god! Don’t take it personal! Maybe in the future I’ll let you fuck me raw,” you winked, “but for now, let’s do it this way.”

“Alright,” he said as he looked for his wallet in the pocket of the pants he just discarded. Finding the tiny foil square was fast and he was even faster rolling it down his shaft.

“Come here,” he pulled you closer by your legs, making you laugh. This whole adventure had been a fun ride for both of you.

He kissed you passionately again, one of his hands ran to your leg, bending it a little to have better access to your entrance. He then hold his length, rubbing the tip up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you bite your lip. You were shaking in anticipation.

He pushed himself in slowly, both of you moaning. “Mmm, 操! (cào - Fuck), you’re so tight for me, baby,” his said in a shaky whisper.

He went as deep as he could, making you feel so full. “Hendery,” you breathed, “I feel so full.”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he assured you in hoarse groan.

He kept thrusting you slowly, passionately, enjoying every inch of you. The car was full of shaky breaths, low moans, occasional grunts, and the sound of kisses. Never in your life you thought you would share such an intimate moment with Hendery, but you were loving every second of it.

“Can I go faster?” He asked softly.

“Yes please,” you pleaded.

Hendery caged you in his arms and started snapping his hips faster. His lips whispered filthy praises in your ear, adding up to your want for him, “So good, your cunt feels so warm baby, wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Yeah? Mmmm... Making love to you feels so nice. I love you, I love you, I love you. This is the only pussy I wanna fuck for the rest of my life.”

Your hands hugged him back, running all his back, tangling in his hair, he had you crazy for him with every word. If you weren’t out of breath, you replied to his words with moans and mewls. “Mmmf! Hendery! Fuck! I love you so fucking much! Please keep fucking me, it feels so good!”

A few minutes later he panted, “I’m gonna cum.” He tried to go faster and he drove his hand south, finding your bundle of nerves skillfully. He was drawing circles while pummeling into you fast, making your second orgasm arrive with force, tightening around him. A sharp scream left your throat and you hugged him tightly. Hendery came with a guttural growl, “Ughhh! So good!” You could feel him pumping in you while he filled the condom.

When you both could breathe again, he embraced you and peppered you with kisses, making you giggle. “How are you feeling, my love?” He smiled.

“I like the sound of that coming from your lips,” you cuddled with him. He sighed, satisfied with the thought that you were his and he was yours.

“Then I will call you that all day just to see you happy,” he kissed you on the forehead.

“You’re my happiness,” you purred.

“I love you, I really do,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Dery,” you raised your head to kiss his lips.

“Do I need to pop the question or are we clear?” He joked.

“Imma torture you and make it pop it,” you chuckled beaten.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He asked confidently.

“I’d love to,” you replied.

After a moment of silence, Hendery suggested, “Up for round two?”

“Oh my god, you’ll be the death of me if your sex drive is this high,” you sighed.

“My sex drive with you will always be high. Imagine having to hide your boner for so many years and then finally getting the pussy of your dreams?” He was such a character.

“Stop!! That is not true” you shoved him with your elbow.

“Not true?! Do you wanna know how many times I masturbated after arriving home from our movie nights?!” He could be brutally honest sometimes.

“You masturbate?” You wanted to see him snap.

“Listen, Y/N, if I didn’t, my dick would’ve fallen off by now because holy fuck! I wanted to rail you so bad!”

You just exploded in laughs. He really was the man you loved.

“How many rounds can you make?” You asked him.

“I have a whole box of condoms to use with you. You decide,” he shrugged.

“So that’s 3?” You jeered.

“Very funny,” he said sarcastically.

The car kept rocking, the windows were fogged and Hendery almost could last till dawn making love to you. The rest of the night became an orgasm feast for you two.

You fell asleep, beaten thanks to the activities. When you woke up, the sky was painted in pastel colors, announcing dawn. You were wrapped under the sheets, naked with Hendery, on the back of his car.

You looked at him, he looked so cute sleeping soundlessly, you didn’t want to wake him up, but the sun was about to rise and you were away from the city.

“Baby,” you whispered softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as if asking what was wrong.

“Baby, I’m cold and the sun is rising,” you explained.

“Mmm... really?” His sleepy voice was making your head spin.

“Yes my love, we should go home. We can continue sleeping at my apartment if you want,” you suggested.

He yawned, “but then I’ll have to make love to you again because I want to be like this with you.”

You giggled, he was so cute talking while sleepy. You kissed his cheek. “We can just get naked and sleep.”

“It’s not the same,” he groaned. Hendery sat and stretched, then, he passed you your clothes.

You guys bought breakfast on the way home, you ate it and then went back to sleep. You spent the majority of the day in bed watching series, glad that you belonged to each other now.

[kpop-hive]

Island Girl

Hendery Edition to Love Talk Series

Part of The Love Talk Series; this is Pt. 6

It’s finally here, one more part to go 😭

Masterlist Here; ❤️

Warnings: Public Sex, Oral (Male and Female receiving), Praise, Semi Lingerie Kink, Swearing, Unprotected Sex (Pulling Out), Semi mention of a nude

Character Description; Polynesian Pacific Islander Girl from French Polynesia 🇵🇫

Total Disclaimer: Character’s first languages are Tahitian and French, she also speaks English and Korean. I will not use Google Translate because they do not give accurate translations, and I want to respect everyone’s languages without any mistakes. Enjoy the story!

The fact that you making out with your long distance boyfriend wasn’t the crazy part. The crazy part was your family sitting across the restaurant eating their dessert while you were making out in the restaurant bathroom.

“I missed you.” He groans. “Me too.” You reply. You and Hendery met online about two years back. You both chatted each other, sharing very similar interests, you were quite skeptical about being in a long distance relationship, but you kind of liked the feeling of seeing each other once a blue moon, it made your infatuation for each other stronger.

“Mm, we’ll get caught.” You whine. “I don’t care, I want you so bad.” Hendery says before setting you down on the bathroom counter. You and Hendery have never had sex, but you have seen each other naked on numerous occasions due to the casual video sex rendezvous that you have had. It wasn’t until last year when he visited you for a few days and you stayed at your friends apartment with him and gave him oral, that was the farthest you two had gotten.

“Besides, I haven’t repaid from the last time I saw you.”Hendery began to lift up your dress before kissing up your thighs. “You look so good tonight, I can’t believe it’s been a year since we’ve seen each other.” He mentioned. He licked you over your panties, causing you to gasp. He chuckled thinking about how cute you are when you writhe above him. He uses two of his fingers to push your panties to the side, before his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly. “Oh, Hendery!” You whisper. He looks up at you, enjoying the fact that he could finally see you like this. He moved his tongue at a good pace, getting greedy for your juices.

He licked up and down against your wet heat, causing you to move against his face, he didn’t care too much, it actually made him even more aroused, moaning against your pussy, the vibrations made you shiver, chills going down your spine. His free hand reached up to your breast, pulling down the colored fabric, exposing your chest, the cold air from the bathroom made your sensitive nipples harden immediately, while he groped your breasts softly.

Hendery moved his hold on your panties before using his middle finger and inserting it into your pussy. “Ah! That feels good!” You moaned before gripping onto his hair. His tongue continued lapping at your clit as his finger moved in and out of your entrance at a good pace, causing you to mewl loudly. It made him hard hearing your moans and sounds like that, it made him wonder what other sounds he could made you do when he got the chance. You opened your eyes taking in the scene, Hendery between your legs, panties pushed to the side, your red dress nearly off your body, legs upon his shoulders while you were still in your heels, hand in his hair, his on your pussy and tits, and all while in the bathroom of an expensive restaurant, you felt so dirty, but loved it.

He pushed another finger into you, and his mouth sucked on your clit harder, in that moment, you knew you were close, you looked to the side when you heard your phone vibrate next to you, looking over as you moaned, it leaked out of your handbag just enough for you to see who was calling, and it was your mom, she was probably wondering where you were, you told your family that you were going to the bathroom before your meals arrived, but of course, that was fifteen minutes ago.

“Mm, answer it, you don’t want one of your family members to attempt to come in here and see us, do you? I’ll stop if you want me to.” Hendery groaned against you. He was right though, even if the door was locked, it would be highly suspicious to your family that the door would be locked, and would probably find someone to open it, knowing how your family is. You picked up the phone ready to answer it, as Hendery slowed down, you looked down at him not wanting him to stop. “Hendery, don’t you dare stop.” You tell him. “Naughty girl.” He smirked before continuing as you answer the phone.

“H-hello?” You stuttered. “(Y/n), where the hell are you, the food is here, and yours is getting cold! Are you alright?” Your mom spoke into the phone. “Y-yeah, I’m still in the line waiting for a stall, there’s only two in h-here, and I’ve b-been waiting for fi-fifteen minutes.” “Well hurry up so you can eat!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, I am tr-trying, Oh God! T-There’s a st-stall open, I-I’ll be right out, Yes!” You say before hanging up, Hendery smirking because of the outbursts that you made knowing that you were releasing. “Oh Hendery, don’t stop, I’m cumming!” You whine. He rode out your high with his tongue and fingers, while his other hand pinching your nipples, as you came. You finally calmed down, as he slurped up your release slowly, as he removed his fingers from your entrance.

“You taste amazing, (Y/n).” He said licking the rest of your juices from your fingers. You sighed before adjusting yourself, pulling up the top of your dress, and pulling the bottom down, after fixing your panties. Hendery helped you up due to your legs being a little wobbly from the orgasm you just had.

“Thank you baby, but what about you?” You ask looking down at his pants seeing his raging hard on. “I’ll take care of it when I get home, when do you leave Korea?” He asked? “In four days.” “I’ll definitely be seeing you before you leave.” Hendery replied. “Same here.” You say before kissing his lips passionately. “Now go, before your mom tries to come in here.” He chuckled. You walk away from him, slowly taking your hand away from his as you unlocked the door and walked back to your family.

You sat back down looking at the yummy food that was probably lukewarm by now, but you didn’t care. “Next time, if there is a long line, just wait until after you eat your food.” Your dad said coldly. You saw Hendery walk by the table winking at you, making sure only you could see as he walked back to his seat. “Yeah, I’ll make sure I do that next time.” You say before eating your food.

After you and your family left the restaurant, you all went back to the penthouse apartment you guys were staying in for the trip as you all rid of your evening clothes. Your dad was a public speaker from the French Polynesia, he got famous because of a big event that made everyone feel happy and special inside. Giving people tons of advice and encouraging people to follow their dreams, he was pretty good at it, and has done it in ten different countries already, always taking his family with him as well, and because of how well known he is, the owners of the building let you guys stay in the penthouse for the trip. The best part is that you get your own room to sleep in.

You took a shower, threw on your pjs, washed your face, and brushed your teeth all before bed. You got in and got cozy in the warm covers, sighing to yourself due to absolute comfort. As you were about to fall asleep, you heard your phone chime and vibrate. You turn over grabbing it quickly and looked at the screen.

Hendery: Are you up??? 👀

You: Yeah, what’s up?

Hendery: I just wanted to let you know that I had a great time at the restaurant 😉. You taste amazing.

You: Thanks Hendery, I’ll definitely be repaying you the next time we see each other 😉.

Hendery: Yeah, next time 😢.

You giggle before pulling up your shirt to expose your bare breasts before snapping a picture, and sending it to Hendery.

You: Hopefully this will satisfy you for tonight. 😉

Hendery: Fuck, it definitely will.

You smiled before locking your phone and going to sleep.

You woke up to the sunlight hitting your face, the rays making your tan skin glow very bright. You yawned as you sat up looking around your room before going in to check your phone. You smiled when the name on the screen popped up.

Hendery: Good Morning Angel, I hope you slept well 😇

You: I did, and did you sleep good?

Hendery: Oh most definitely! Especially after the use of that present you surprised me with last night. 😏

You: So I take it you got exhausted? 😂

Hendery: No, I just overworked myself, just like I would do to you.

You felt warmth creep up to your cheeks making you smile.

Hendery: So, what’s the move for today?

You: Today is my father’s seminar, and we all have to go, after that we will probably go sightseeing later on.

Hendery: Why sightsee when your family has the most beautiful sight in front of them?

You: Stop! You’re making me blush. 🥰

Hendery: It’s my job to make you blush. ❤️

You: Anyways, I have to get ready, I’ll try to squeeze in some time with you if I can today. ❤️

Hendery: Okay babe! I hope to see you today! ❤️

You got up and got dressed before heading out with your family to your dad’s seminar. The car taking you to the destination.

You weren’t surprised to see that the seminar was in an auditorium, you just didn’t expect it to be so big. It has seats filled to the max, and you were surprised at how many people showed up, but to be quite honest, your dad was pretty powerful speaker.

“Okay my lovely family, wish me good luck, and I’ll see you after it’s all done.” Your dad said, huddling you all in for a big hug. “Good luck.” You, your mother, and sister said in unison as he ran out and into the stage entrance. You all went to take your seats that said reserved with your name cards in them. You all sat in the exact middle Aisle, not in the front or far back, but literally the middle, the only thing you hated was that they gave you the second seat next to the aisle, you hated sitting in the aisle seat, and since the reserved spot next to you was vacant, you actually were in the aisle seat. You looked at the reserved empty spot to see who was supposed to sit there, you noticed that there was no name tag like your family’s, so it was probably a seat that someone could claim if they reserved the spot meaning that it would be vacant.

You sat still, just minutes away from your father’s speech. You felt cold on the left side of your body, one thing you hated about auditoriums was that they never seemed warm, you had to always use the people you sat next to as your personal heater, which is why you hated the aisle seat, with your sister on your right side, no one was on your left.

Suddenly, you felt a body larger than yours fill up the empty seat, as you looked over, your eyes gleamed with happiness.

“I didn’t miss the speech did I?” Hendery said with a smile plastered on his cute face. “You made it, I’m glad you’re here.” You smiled. “I’m happy to be here babe.” Apparently Hendery’s little ‘babe’ was loud enough for your sister to hear. “Babe? Is this the boy you been chatting to online?” She whispered to you, causing Hendery to smile. “Yeah, that’s me, nice to meet you.” He said shaking her hand. “You’re really cute and hot. Do you have a brother?” She asked eagerly causing you to giggle. “Nope, nothing but sisters.” He replied. “Damnit, you’re so lucky (Y/n).” She said before shifting over to talk to your mom.

“Should we be worried about her telling your parents?” He asked. “Nah, my little sis is cool, I keep her secrets, she keeps mine, we’re super close.” “That’s how I am with my sisters, I’m their baby and their world to them.” “Well, you are a big ball of sunshine that everyone loves, of course you’re they’re world.” You say, you could’ve sworn you saw a tear well up in Hendery’s eye, but you didn’t mention it. “I love you.” Hendery says calmly. “I love you too.” You replied before looking to see if your mom was paying attention before pecking his lips, before holding his hand for the time being. Finally, the curtains open and the host introduced your dad before he walked out.

“Thank you, thank you everyone, I appreciate you all for coming out today.” Your dad said proudly and happy. For the next two hours you and Hendery sat together with your hands held the entire time. Anytime your dad mentioned happiness, Hendery would graze his thumb over your hand letting you know that you made him happy. After the end of your dad’s speech, Hendery quickly went out so your parents wouldn’t see him. He quickly pecked you on the cheek, and left with the congestion of the people exiting the auditorium. You, your mom, and sister all waited outside waiting for your dad. Finally after a few minutes, he walked out grinning proudly.

“Did I do good?” Your dad asked chuckling. “You did great honey! I’m so proud of you!” Your mom said pecking your father’s lips. “Good job dad.” You and your sister said in unison before giving him a hug. “Well, the good news is, to celebrate I’m taking you guys to another nice restaurant, so without any delays let’s go family, traffic is going to be hectic trying leave.” You all walked out and got into the reserved car to take you all back to the penthouse to get ready for the huge dinner party. Like your dad had mentioned, traffic was definitely heavy on the way out. You sat in the seat ready to take a long awaited nap on the way back, but you were woken up by your phone vibrating in your lap.

Hendery: Hey your dad did so well today, it definitely opened up my perspective about happiness ❤️

You: Aww, I’m glad you liked it! He loves his motivational speeches. 🥰

Hendery: What are you doing right now?

You: My family’s going back to our place to get dressed for dinner tonight at another restaurant.

Hendery: Ooh, can I come?

“Is that Hendery?” Your sister whispered towards you. “Uh, do I get privacy?” You ask. “You lost that privilege when you were three.” She joked. “Yes it’s him.” You replied. “Is he coming to dinner?” “No, I really don’t want him to because I don’t want mom to get suspicious as to why I keep leaving the table. I actually need your help.” You said. “Okay, what is it? After dinner, dad mentioned that he would take us somewhere that you and I wanted to go to tonight and tomorrow since he’s free, if you mention to him to take us out tonight, I’ll play sick and they’ll take me back to the penthouse to ‘get better’ after you guys are gone, I’m inviting Hendery to come over.” “Ahh, so then you guys are gonna have sex?” She snickered. “Aren’t you a little too young for this conversation?” You joked. “I’m eighteen, I know things.” “Fine, yes I think we’re gonna do it, but you have to keep mom and dad out for like three hours so we can and then he can leave before getting caught.” You stated. “I gotcha.” She said winking.

You: Hendery, I don’t want you to come to the dinner, but at 9 pm, come by the penthouse, I’ll head down to sneak you in so no one can see you.

Hendery: Is your family gonna be there?

You: Nope, just me and you alone.

Hendery almost dropped his phone at the thought of you two finally being alone for real this time.

Hendery: Okay, I’ll be there! ❤️

You locked your phone and silently laid still smiling like an idiot, you and Hendery are finally gonna get some alone time.

Once you all arrived at the penthouse, it didn’t take you all long at all to get ready for the dinner. You all threw on some casual/formal attire, and you all headed out to go to the restaurant.

When you all walked in, you were amazed. This restaurant was not even comparable to the restaurant you ate at yesterday. As you all got seated and were finally comfortable, the waiter arrived in ten seconds flat ready to ask for drinks. He was really polite. Once your drinks were here and you all ordered, your dad began to speak up to start some light conversation.

“Didn’t I tell you guys that this place was incredible?” He asked with enthusiasm. “It’s beautiful.” Your sister replied. “I’m glad that I can spend all the time that I can with my family.” Your dad said smiling. “Well we’re happy to spend time with you as well.” Your mom said. “In fact I have a surprise for my two daughters right now.” He said. You and your sister looked at him with curious looks ready to see what the surprise is. “Because we only have two more days until we leave beautiful South Korea, I want to take you two to those places that you said you wanted to go to when we arrived here. (Y/n), you mentioned the museum, but since it’s closed we’ll have to go tomorrow, and (Y/S/N), you wanted to go out to view the city night life, shopping, tourists shops, we are gonna head out tonight.” “Why can’t I go by myself?” Your sister asked which caused you to nudge her making her glare at you. “Because by Korean law you are under age, but nonetheless we’ll make it a fun time. After dinner we’ll just head back to our place to change into some more comfortable clothes for a night out on the town.” He said smiling. You could not believe this, fate was really playing on your side today, you and your sister didn’t have to do a thing to initiate the plan, all you have to do is pretend to be sick, and your sister has to keep them out for three hours.

Once after the conversation, your food had arrived and it was delicious, five stars for sure. You all finished eating, and dad paid the bill. As you all got up, you headed to the car still smiling wide, happy that you finally get to see Hendery again, and this time alone.

“I can’t believe that worked.” You whispered to your sister. “Me either.” She said. “Remember, you have to keep them out for three hours.” You reminded her. “Of course, I don’t want to watch you and Hendery make a baby.” She said with a fake disgusted face. You both were happy that the plan was going to work out overall.

You all arrived back at the penthouse at 8:30, you wished you could’ve had a little more time to get yourself looking a little more presentable, but nonetheless it worked. You took a quick ten minute shower and threw on some lounge wear, a white t-shirt, and some knee high socks to feel more comfortable. As your parents called you and your sister, you both walked out, your sister who looked ready to go, and you who was not ready to go.

“What happened (Y/n)? Why aren’t you dressed better?” Your mom asked. “I don’t feel so good, I think I ate too much at the restaurant.” You said queasily. “Well of course you don’t feel good, we told you to not eat that big piece of chocolate cake and look at you now! Now you have to stay in bed and rest.” Your mom continued. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go with us sweetie?” Your dad asked with concern. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ll be better if I get a little sleep.” “Well, feel better soon.” He said before your family walked out the door. Your sister turned back as she closed the elevator door giving you a thumbs up. Looking at the time it was 8:55, perfect. You were super happy about your plan falling into affect. You were about to text Hendery about the good news until you heard the elevator ding signaling that someone was here, scared to see who it was when you knew your family left, you hid behind the couch trying to see the person.

“(Y/n), are you here?” The voice of Hendery rang through the penthouse as you looked behind the couch, happy and relieved to know it was him, you jumped up from the couch running towards him. “Hendery!” You yelled before hugging him and kissing his cheek, but then it dawned on you, how did he get up here without access.

“How did you get up here? You need a key card to scan to access the elevator.” You asked. “I know, luckily I was here when your family arrived because I didn’t know, as I walked into the building, your sister recognized my face and told me ‘You need this’ while giving it to me. It’s your sister’s card.” He replied. “Remind me to do something special for her.” You giggled. “So how long is your family gonna be gone for?” “Literally three hours.” You said happily. “Oh wow, then I’m, that gives us a lot of time to…” He trails off, moving closer to you before wrapping his hands around your waist. “Yeah.” You said, moving in closer to connect your lips with his.

His lips were super soft, you loved them, that was your favorite trait about him, how he kissed you, how he spoke towards you, and how he smiled, it was all things you loved about him. “Where do you wanna go? In here or my room?” You asked, lips still pressed to his. “Mm, I’m worried your parents might walk in on us, so your room for sure.” Hendery chuckled. You detached your lips from his, and took his hand to follow you into the room. As soon as he saw your room, he fell in love with it.

“This is your room?” He asked. “Yes, well for a temporary time it is.” You giggled. Your room was decorated with purple fairy lights that you could turn on at night, what was the most fascinating part was that you could see the tall buildings and lights of Korea from your big window. “So we really get to have sex in style huh?” Hendery asked jokingly. “Of course babe, and that’s not all, what’s your favorite color?” You asked. “Pink!” He exclaimed. You removed your oversized shirt to show your rose pink lace lingerie set you wore underneath. Along with the pink set and grey knee high socks, it was no surprise that Hendery had a slight boner so soon.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He said still staring at your body, particularly your chest. “No, I just like to tease.” You replied. “Well, two can play at that.” He said before throwing you on the bed. He hovered over you kissing you rough and passionate. Your hands found the nape of his neck and began to lightly tug on the hair there. He began to plant kisses all over your face making you chuckle before he moved his lips down to your neck.

Hendery lips planted small kisses in the crevice trying to find your sweet spot. As soon as he kissed the area under your ear, you let out a small whimper. “Bingo.” He said before sucking on it slightly. You would’ve probably protested for him placing a love bite on your neck for your family to see, but finally getting to share this moment with him, you couldn’t stop him. He placed one more love bite near the first one, and once satisfied, he traveled down to your collarbone and chest.

He placed kisses on your collarbones and sucked two bites on each collarbone, he then moved down to your chest and sucked love bites on your both of your breasts. “Mm, I hate to do this because you look so beautiful, but can I take this off?” Hendery asked referring to your bra. You nodded your head, eager to feel his lips against your body. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra letting it fall off your physique. Your supple breasts being the only thing his eyes could focus on. He groped them slowly instantly making the nipples hard before taking one into his mouth.

“H-Hendery.” You whined, your hand immediately finding its way to his brown locks. He casually nibbled on your nipple, the sensation traveling down to your pussy as it throbbed with need. He repeated the same action to the other one coating it with his own saliva. Hendery continued to travel down to the rest of your body, kissing your stomach and thighs before kissing just above the hem of your panties. Inch by inch he teased you with his lips making small little pecks on the outside of your pink panties.

“Hendery, p-please more.” Hendery’s lips could feel your wet arousal through your panties, it made him eager to move on, but was in a constant loop of wanting to tease you or get on with it. Soon enough, Hendery tapped your thighs signaling you to lift your legs as his slender fingers tugged at the hem of your panties before pulling them down off of you.

“So beautiful.” Hendery smiled. “I wanna see some beauty too, I don’t want to be the only one naked here.” You giggled. Hendery playfully rolled his eyes. He began to remove his shirt as well as his jeans leaving him in his boxers, revealing the very hard tint outlined in them. “You look so much better.” You smiled. Hendery shook his head before getting back to work. He spread your legs open before leaning down to blow cool air on your warm pussy, the action made you shiver in his grasp. Hendery then gave your thighs little tiny pecks before getting to where you needed him the most. With one long lick from your slit to your clit, Hendery got to work. He gave you agonizingly slow licks that made you whimper, it wasn’t until he began to suck on your clit was when you became more reactive.

“Ahh, Hendery.” You moaned, hands instantly reaching for his hair. You tugged on it slowly giving Hendery a reason to groan into you, the vibrations giving you chills throughout your entire body. His licks became more aggressive as he moved from your clit to your entrance, licking around it in circles before inserting his tongue into you making you let out a small scream.

You felt pleasure jolt through your entire body as his tongue slid in and out of you at ease from you wetness, the wet muscle ramming in you at a good pace, Hendery’s nose was bumping your clit as his tongue moved back and forth getting you ready for your first orgasm for tonight.

“Hendery can I cum?” You asked not ready to wait much longer. “Yeah, baby, cum all over my face.” He groaned into your pussy. You were thrown over the edge after the quick response from Hendery. Your back arched and Hendery groaned into you as you rode out your high observing your body. The dim purple lights as well as the moonlight and some of the city lights gave your body a gorgeous glow. You looked so beautiful, Hendery almost came in his pants because of it. Once your orgasm was finished, Hendery licked you clean, licking up all your juices that you had to offer him. He pulled away, savoring the taste.

You sat up and looked at his dick print in his boxers, it looked so nice in the lighting, you had to suck him off. You crawled towards him in an effort to tease him before sitting up on your knees and looking up at him. The light making your irises look full and bright, you wrapped your fingers around his boxers before licking your lips. “Hendery, I wanna suck you off. I wanna make you cum.” You whined. Hendery’s parted lips a slight “fuck” escaped from them. He nodded his head signaling you to continue, with that you pulled down his boxers before taking out his cock letting it slap the lower part of his stomach. Hendery groaned in relief as he was released from his confinement’s. You slowly wrapped your hand around his length, before pumping it up and down. Hendery’s head was thrown back loving the feeling of your hand. Your thumb began to smear his precum around the tip, and right after that you attached your mouth to him, tongue swirling around his tip.

“(Y/n), fuck more baby.” Hendery groaned. You began to take more of him into your mouth. Your cheeks widening up as you felt his length close to the back of your throat. Finally, you bobbed your head up and down at a normal pace, swiping your tongue around the vein of his cock as well trying to give him some more pleasure. Hendery’s hand moved towards your hair, moving it into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. With the overwhelming pleasure, Hendery slowly began to thrust into your mouth trying to speed up his orgasm.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna cum soon.” He groaned. You used your hand to pump his entire length before removing your mouth from his shaft to suck on his tip, the sensation on his most sensitive area made his cock twitch in your hand, and with that Hendery released his cum down your throat. “(Y/n)!” He moaned out, hand tightening in your hair. You continued to keep your mouth on him until every spurt of cum hit the back of your throat, once you finished, Hendery pushed you back against the bed before hovering over you to kiss your soft lips.

“Are you ready?” Hendery asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied. “Please let me know if I hurt you in any way.” He said before lining his cock up with your entrance. Soon enough, Hendery slowly pushed into you, looking at your every expression to make sure you were okay. You weren’t a virgin, but it’s been years since you’ve done it, so you definitely needed time to adjust.

“Are you okay?” Hendery asked sweetly. “Yeah, I just gotta get used to the stretch.” You replied. “Well, I just wanna let you know that you look very beautiful.” He smiled. “Thank you baby.” You kissed his lips before he began to start small talk again. You knew that Hendery was trying to keep your mind off of the pain for sure which made the situation way better than it seemed. He never wanted to see you in pain. As soon as the pain subsided you tapped Hendery’s shoulder and gave him a nod, signaling him to move.

“God baby, you feel so tight.” Hendery groaned. Hendery thrusted into you at a pretty slow pace trying to not go over what you can’t handle. He grabbed your hand intertwining it with his before kissing your forehead as he moved. You whined into him, the pace being a little too close for comfort.

“Hendery, could you move a bit faster?” You asked softly. “Of course.” He began to pick up his pace, this time a more steady thought out pace moving in and out of you well. As you whined faster one last time, Hendery began to drill into you without any second thought, your moans got louder and louder as he fucked you at an intense pace. “So good, so good.” You moaned. Hendery’s moans were very intense too, the boy is pretty loud during things he enjoys, and this was one of them. The only that could be heard in the room was the slapping of skin, and the moans that bounced off the walls. You began to wrap your legs around Hendery’s waist, wanting him to go deeper than before. Your hands holding onto his shoulders gently, now feeling every inch of him with your legs crossed on him.

“Hendery, you feel good, you’re so deep!” You whined. “I’m glad you can feel me this deep baby.” He groaned in your ear. He began to kiss you again, this time, your tongues battling each other with Hendery winning. He wanted to keep his composure, not wanting to cum very soon, but with the way your walls hugged around his cock, that was nearly impossible. With your own orgasm on the way though, you clenched down even harder trying to get him to cum near the same time you do. “Baby, if you keep clenching on me like that, I’m gonna cum.” “Good because I’m close.” You mewled. Hendery began to pound into you even harder, the action made his pelvis hit your clit repeatedly throwing over the edge. You let out a long pornographic moan as you rode out your high. Hendery feeling the way your pussy pulsates and hearing your moans, he knew he was about to cum.

“(Y/n), I’m not wearing a condom, where should I-?” He asked worriedly. “You can cum on my chest, since you love my boobs so much.” Hendery immediately pulled out, the empty feeling making you sad, but Hendery made it better by cumming on your chest. He let out the longest groan as thick white spurts painted your chest like a painting, in Hendery’s mind, you were his masterpiece. Satisfied with his orgasm, Hendery went to your bathroom to grab a wet cloth to wipe his sticky seed off of your body.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “It’s my pleasure, you were so amazing.” He replied. “No, you were better.” Hendery finished cleaning your body before he laid back on your bed. You began to yawn surprised at how your sleepiness got the best of you. “Go to sleep, I’ll stay with you until you do.” Hendery said. You kissed his lips before he held you in his arms waiting for you to fall asleep. It didn’t take you long though, after the events that took place, as soon as Hendery’s heard soft breaths from your lips, he knew you were asleep. He kissed your forehead, but that was not all, as he watched you sleep, Hendery accidentally fell asleep as well, as time went by, it soon became midnight already. With you and Hendery sleeping soundly, you both didn’t hear your family walk in.

“Hold on, I’m gonna go and check on (Y/n) real quick.” Your mom told your dad. “(Y/n), we’re back, and I’m just checking in on- Ahh!” Your mom screamed startling you and Hendery. “Babe, I heard you scream what’s the- (Y/n) what the hell is going on!?” Your dad responded. With you and Hendery looking dumbfounded, you knew you were in for a long lecture.

[neohours]

Imagine having a funny movie night with Hendery and Yangyang. Y'all laugh a lot and have fun. Then suddenly, it ends up of you having a make out with Hendery, while Yangyang kisses your neck and strokes your breasts through your shirt. And you're having a threesome.

[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”