#syerah fics

[joyoushyuck]

Mark loves kissing your stomach.

It isn't sexual, though it does evolve into one more often than not. But his fixation on your stomach is in itself not remotely sexual.

Sometimes, he'd cajole you into dropping the work on hand, only to take your soft hand in his calloused one and lead you into the bedroom.

Streaks of sunlight would pass through the magnificent red curtains, giving your room a warm ambience. With gentle hands, he'd push you to lay back, his own figure hovering above yours.

A press of lips against lips. He'll pull away quickly and shoot you a gorgeous smile. His eyes would then trail down to your stomach, fingers pushing your shirt back subconsciously, the tips brushing against your skin.

He'd run a hand across the expanse of your stomach, eyes glazed over as though he were in a trance. He'd bring his lips to your navel, hot breath fanning your skin, before he'd tentatively graze his lips on your stomach.

You loved it. It'd make your insides do somersaults; your core would flutter and your stomach would combust into a million beautiful butterflies.

The second kiss would be firmer, lips lingering on your skin and tongue peeking out, Mark seemingly not getting enough of you.

He'd nip and bite and paint your skin charmingly, but it always ended with another kiss pressed on your stomach.

[joyoushyuck]

07:53

You spot Donghyuck in the kitchen. His back is towards you as he pours milk into a glass, shoulders flexing while doing so. He is donning a pair of black shorts that hug his frame a little too nicely. His long legs are exposed and tan skin is shining golden everywhere the sun's rays touch.

Your hands are on the smooth expanse of his back before you know it. You feel him startle and curse lowly, but you don't give him a chance to turn around. You kiss his nape softly, a fleeting touch of lips on skin, and he shivers. You move towards his shoulder and place another kiss on his shoulder blade.

His skin is so soft, so golden under your touch. You run your hand over his spine, resting it on his waist and placing another kiss there.

Donghyuck turns to meet your gaze, frame leaning against the counter and fingers clenching around the edge. A deep flush paints his skin all the way down to his clavicles, where you let your lips lingers. He lets out a shuddered breath and his head falls back ever so slightly.

"Baby," he breathes out, barely audible, his gaze heavy as he stares down at you.

His hot breath falls on your lips and sets your body on fire. You let your eyes flutter close at the feeling on hands snaking around your waist and a peck at the corner of your mouth.

[joyoushyuck]

02:24

You fall asleep on Donghyuck's shoulder half way through movie night, you face buried in the crook of his neck and his head resting on top of yours. When he notices, he turns off the movie immediately. His hands raise to lift your face, palms cupping your cheeks, and his heart swells with adoration at the sight of your messy hair, squished cheeks and parted lips.

He carries you to his room, suppressing the urge to coo at your sleeping form as you snuggle against his chest. After Donghyuck tucks you in, he places the softest of kisses on your hair, and another on the corner of your eyes, whispering sweet nothings even though you wouldn't remember any of that.

It's only when he tries to walk away to refill the glass of water on his bedside table that he notices the hand enclosing his larger finger with a death grip.

The hand that is also resting against your heart.

[joyoushyuck]

(minors dni)

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19:34

The last bits of your coherence are stripped off of you when Jeno thrusts a vibrator into your wet folds. Your cries of pleasure drown out his low grunts as he drags a veiny hand through the length of his red, pulsating cock.

Your hands are tied to the headboard with Jeno’s belt. The delicious pressure created every time you attempt to tug your hands free borders painful, your arms aching from the lack of movement. Your lips are swollen, bitten raw and absolutely destroyed, chin shining with saliva and cum. A splendid brown bruise sits right above your pulse point, visible for the world to see and know whom you belong to.

Jeno pulls the vibrator out again, moving it on your inner thighs where he knows you are sensitive. The hand stroking his cock switches to teasing your clit instead. Jeno looks so good like this, with his hair mussed up and lips plump, beads of sweat rolling down his face. You want those lips to suck your clit. Jeno has a way of driving you crazy.

When he pushes the vibrator into your hole again, a jolt of pleasure washes over you because it is that spot. And from Jeno’s smug smirk, he damn sure knows what he's doing. He's been edging you for so long, you don't think you'll last long if he doesn't move that toy from your hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

“So good, doll,” he praises. The nickname steals an obscene moan out of you. “So pliant and obedient, all for me.”

“Jeno,” you whine. He's so attractive. The mere sight of him is enough to make you cum. “Please let me cum, please.”

“Not just yet, doll, gotta be patient,” and he says that right before rocking the vibrator on your g-spot. A lone drop of tear slides down your temple because the desperation is bordering insanity now. Your head falls back on the plush pillow, the knot on your stomach tightening with every press of thumb on clit, of toy on sweet spot. It's tortuous. You love it.

You are so close to snapping, nonsensical babbles of “Jeno, Jen, please, please let me come. Baby please, ‘m so close’’ prompting a good laugh out of said man.

Oh! The humiliation. You think that's your final straw, that you're going to break, so close to the edge-

Jeno abruptly pulls the toy out.

The emptiness frustrates you enough to trigger a pathetic sob. Your chest heaves, nipples hard and unattended, eyes brimming with more unshed tears.

“Baby, you are so beautiful,” Jeno murmurs. His eyes have glazed over like he's drunk. The thought that he's drunk on you placates the raging fire in you just the slightest bit. “I love you.”

And he's kissing you sweetly. So sweetly that you almost forget that he has you tied up in your room, edging you for what feels like an eternity. His hand tips your chin back for better access, tongue licking the roof of your mouth.

Your timid “Love you too, Jen,” is what seems to break the sudden spell of serenity.

He presses one last kiss to the corner of your lips, running his thumb over your smudged lipstick and pressing it into your mouth for you to taste yourself, before the hand settles around your neck in a firm grip.

He's applying just the right amount of pressure to knock the air out of your lungs and make you light-headed. “Jeno, please,” you attempt to say, but it's reduced to incomprehensible gasps.

Your arms feel sore too. They tingle all over in a way that warns you that when all this is over, you aren't going to be able to as much as lift a pen. You aren't bothered by it all that much.

Jeno lines his cock in your entrance and pushes in slowly. A guttural moan escapes his throat, his facade of nonchalance finally breaking now that he's buried deep inside you, your tight walls clenching around him. “Babe, you are so good for me, so tight, my pretty girl,” it's his turn to babble. You aren't capable of forming a response at all, just high pitched whines turning into breathy sounds.

He thrusts into you sloppily, eyes zeroed out on the way your hole takes him in effortlessly. The stretch is just perfect. When he leans down to kiss you - a mess of tongue and saliva more than anything - your eyes roll back and you black out momentarily.

“Doll, you need to stay with me,” Jeno slightly taps your cheek. “Tell me if it is too much, okay?”

You shake your head at that with a little too much vigor. Again, his features morph into one filled with fondness.

It's when Jeno brings the vibrator to your clit that the knot in your stomach snaps. You come undone, the orgasm washing over you in waves and bringing bouts of inexplicable pleasure. Jeno isn't far behind because he’s pulling out to come on your stomach soon after.

He's left you thoroughly drained. He unties the belt and cleans your body with a warm cloth. The moment he tugs you into his chest, you are out like light.

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Note

1k of pure filth. I really tried. Hope the anon who requested likes it:)

Requests, thoughts, questions are welcomed. My inbox is open!

[joyoushyuck]

(minors dni)

23:16

The air is hot and humid, sweat glistening on Haechan's forehead and trickling down the side of his face.

You are sobbing. Your cheeks are hot and puffy, lashes wet with tears. Your lips are bitten raw, chin shining with saliva and cum. The belt that has your hands tied to the headboard is going to leave a mark.

Haechan continues to nip and bite at your areola. He's being particularly inconsiderate today, giving all his attention to only one nipple and leaving the other one untouched. Having only one of your breasts tended to makes the need almost painful.

As much as your pride wouldn't allow you to beg in any other situation, you are ready to fall on your knees and plead until he relents. However, the hand on your neck, fingers sprawled out and gripping firmly, allow nothing but gasps to leave your mouth.

His cock is buried deep inside of you, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin fading away in the background as you get hazier and your vision grows heavier. Your cunt in dripping with slick, swollen from the abuse of Haechan's fingers, tongue and cock.

You cry, scream even, when he switches the angle slightly and hits a new spot, black spots forming in your vision, feeling like you are on cloud nine.

"So pretty," Haechan praises, his mouth no longer sucking your nipple. When did he move? "So pliant and taking everything I give. Such a good girl, aren't you, princess?"

[joyoushyuck]

09:16

A hand resting on your round stomach and another clutching your waist, you pad into the living room grumpy and disoriented. Your (Donghyuck's) oversized tshirt hangs loosely just above your knees. Your hello kitty flip flops feel soft under your feet, but that hardly does anything to improve your mood.

The television is on and some b-rated movie (you don't have it in you to recall the name) plays quietly. Donghyuck lies on the couch, a packet of crackers on his chest and hands holding his phone, scrolling through Instagram.

What was the movie on for? Now you know why the electricity bills have been as abysmal as they are.

You clear your throat, which causes Donghyuck to startle. His phone slips from the grasp of his (delicate, beautiful, stunning) fingers and falls square on his nose.

Deserved.

"Fuck! Babe, you don't have to sneak up on me like that," he grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his nose. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Your tone is sharp, but Donghyuck seems to be unfazed. He knows by now that your mood swings possess no real threat. Annoying, really. You miss the days when he used to panic at the slightest hint of anger in your voice.

"It's 9, baby. There's only so much time I can admire your sleeping face before the irresistible urge to pee takes over."

You roll your eyes this time and stomp into the kitchen, ignoring the loud and exaggerated 'cute' from your husband. (As if that doesn't make your heart sing.)

Donghyuck hurries behind you because there's no way he's letting you reach for the box of cornflakes sitting at the top shelf.

He hands find your bump, chin resting on your shoulder, a feather light kiss landing on your neck. You sigh in content and sink back into him, all the anger dissipating to be replaced with warmth and fuzziness, feeling complete. Talk about mood swings.

"She's getting bigger," you mumble.

He hums, face settling in the crook of your neck. His lips linger on the sensitive skin there. It's ticklish, a laugh bubbles out of your mouth. You feel Donghyuck smile.

"I love you, gorgeous."

You don't think it's good for your heart, the way it's going absolutely feral inside your chest. You place your hand on top of his, hold tight, and close your eyes.

"I love you too, Hyuck."

[joyoushyuck]

(minors dni)

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because the water is turning cooler by the second. Your phone has been ringing non-stop for atleast two minutes now, your alarm ringtone falling on deaf ears despite its blaring. The house is a mess and you'll have to skip breakfast again.

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because he'll pull your hair and spill the shower gel. He'll steal all the warm water for himself, and then he'll go on to stand under the shower for an additional quarter hour because he needs to 'get into his element.'

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because he'll land an innocent peck on your lips. His mesmerizing eyes blink at you like you hung the moon in the sky, brown orbs dilated, hair sticking to his forehead. His hold on your waist will tighten ever so slightly when he dives in for a small kiss.

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because his tongue is down your throat before you know it, your back pressed against the wall, his hands on your neck in a chokehold. His hair is brushed back messily and his eyes are hooded, gazing at you with their most predatory gaze.

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because his abdomen is warm against your back. His hand is sliding down your wet stomach, smearing water droplets on their wake. Your neck is painted with bruises, Haechan's teeth biting and nipping at your skin. His hand moves down towards your dripping cunt, two fingers sliding in effortlessly.

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because he's pounding into you and you are begging for him to go faster, deeper, and you want more, more, more. He kisses you sloppily, lips hovering over each other more than actually kissing, your chin dripping with saliva. Your screams echo in the small bathroom. Your eyes roll back and you reach your climax, Haechan following you soon enough.

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because you are late and hungry and limping on your way to work. You've done a pathetic attempt at covering up your hickeys, and the ghost of his hand is still on your neck.

[joyoushyuck]

21:06

Donghyuck falls beside you on the bed, breath heavy and chest heaving as he comes down from his high. The air feels cold on the cum drying between your thighs and on your stomach. It feels sticky and uncomfortable, mixing with the sheen of sweat formed from the exertion coating you, but you cannot care less at the moment. You are trying hard not to let your heavy lids shut.

"Go to sleep," Donghyuck whispers, gaze soft when he glances at you. He brings a hand to brush back your hair, placing the softest of kisses on your hairline.

"Shouldn't," you stifle a yawn while saying it, earning a chuckle from the other.

"Why not?"

"You know why."

He does. This friends with benefits arrangement is working well so far only because of the rules. Not sleeping over after sex is one of them. No romantic gestures (like brushing your hair back and looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky) is another. Donghyuck seemed to be neglecting the rules a lot lately.

You don't notice his smile dropping.

"Rules are meant to be broken."

You sigh, too tired to start an argument with him. You push yourself up to get dressed, thighs sore and aching with every move. A hiss escapes your lips and you almost fall when you try to walk, lest the hand that holds your waist and steadies you.

"Sit down, babe," he coaxes you into giving in with wide eyes and a pretty pout.

You think rule 7 prohibited the use of nicknames, but you weren't so sure anymore.

Donghyuck cleans your body with a wet cloth and changes the sheets, lending you a shirt before helping you get comfortable under the sheets. You comply throughout it rather unwillingly. His caring actions, sweet words, they aren't doing your weak, weak heart any good. You are scared to fall deeper, already positive your feelings towards him isn't a surface level crush anymore.

"Go to sleep, love," he repeats. His chest is pressed against your back and a firm hand on your waist holds you in place.

Love. He calls you that sometimes. It's by far your favourite nickname, therefore also the one you resent the most. Hearing it makes you want to scream into a pillow and kick your feet, and also commit a homicide, all at the same time.

"Donghyuck, where are you going with this?" you try one last time.

You feel his heart begin to pick up pace, breath hitching and hold loosening with uncertainty.

"What are you talking about?" And there's the slightest tremor in his voice. He is scared. Why is he scared?

"This. What we are doing right now. This is wrong," it comes out harsher than you meant for it to be. It's your brain's last ditch attempt to protect your fragile heart, you presume.

"It's not wrong. It can be right. I want it to be right," he hesitantly replies. You think his heart is going to burst from how fast it is beating. It is concerning.

"You want it to be right?" There's hope, and then there's fear. You hold your breath in anticipation.

"I want us to be more, want you to be mine, want to be yours."

[joyoushyuck]

Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind). 

He knows you like a book he's read over and over again a million times, maybe more. He knows you like no one else does. That is mostly a good thing (keyword - mostly). 

Because as much as he never fails to pick the right gift for your birthday and always gets your coffee order right, he is also a manipulative bitch person who takes advantage of this knowledge and exploits you at your weakest.

Like right now when you really want to be mad at him because he hasn't done the dishes or the laundry, but Donghyuck's hand sneaks under your shirt in the midst of your monologue and you just freeze. 

When his breath ghosts your neck, a kiss landing on your nape, you don't even remember what you were on about anymore. Donghyuck loves it when you go pliant under his touch. He loves seeing the crease between your brows disappear, loves feeling your body going lax in his arms, loves the control he has over you. 

He pins you against the nearest horizontal surface (which happens to be the dining table) and pulls you into a (life-altering, mind-blowing, fantastic) kiss, leaving you completely and utterly disoriented. He loves watching your spit slick lips and the fading hickeys on your collarbone, loves undoing the buttons of your tight work blouse that hugs your chest a little too deliciously. 

He is a manipulator and a great one at that, but he also gets your mind off of your big girl duties because oh- he's sucking another bruise at that spot. He knows your body just as much as he knows you; he pushes all the right buttons that'll have you begging him for more, more, more in a matter of minutes.

And even though Lee Donghyuck is a serial exploiter, he is also a dutiful male wife who finishes the dishes and the laundry by the time you wake up from your exhaustion-induced nap. 

After all, he's your favourite wheeler-dealer.

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Note:

Reblog if you like my fics, it really helps! I especially love reading the tags/comments when y'all reblog.

I don't know what this is. Let's pretend neither of us read it. Probably my most unhinged fic yet (this was for the tags but I reached my maximum tag limit).

Thankyou for the support.

[joyoushyuck]

Yesterday I was just lying down on my room floor, my hand on my bare stomach and I got inspired to write this. It's crazy how you can force yourself for hours on end and still come out with a less than decent fic, but the ones with decent flow just go off in your head when you are least expecting it.

Mark loves kissing your stomach.

It isn't sexual, though it does evolve into one more often than not. But his fixation on your stomach is in itself not remotely sexual.

Sometimes, he'd cajole you into dropping the work on hand, only to take your soft hand in his calloused one and lead you into the bedroom.

Streaks of sunlight would pass through the magnificent red curtains, giving your room a warm ambience. With gentle hands, he'd push you to lay back, his own figure hovering above yours.

A press of lips against lips. He'll pull away quickly and shoot you a gorgeous smile. His eyes would then trail down to your stomach, fingers pushing your shirt back subconsciously, the tips brushing against your skin.

He'd run a hand across the expanse of your stomach, eyes glazed over as though he were in a trance. He'd bring his lips to your navel, hot breath fanning your skin, before he'd tentatively graze his lips on your stomach.

You loved it. It'd make your insides do somersaults; your core would flutter and your stomach would combust into a million beautiful butterflies.

The second kiss would be firmer, lips lingering on your skin and tongue peeking out, Mark seemingly not getting enough of you.

He'd nip and bite and paint your skin charmingly, but it always ended with another kiss pressed on your stomach.

[joyoushyuck]

On hindsight, this isn't as bad as I thought it was. Like yeah, smut isn't my strong suit but this is pretty decent. Not the level of hideous I thought it was.

(minors dni)

requested

19:34

The last bits of your coherence are stripped off of you when Jeno thrusts a vibrator into your wet folds. Your cries of pleasure drown out his low grunts as he drags a veiny hand through the length of his red, pulsating cock.

Your hands are tied to the headboard with Jeno’s belt. The delicious pressure created every time you attempt to tug your hands free borders painful, your arms aching from the lack of movement. Your lips are swollen, bitten raw and absolutely destroyed, chin shining with saliva and cum. A splendid brown bruise sits right above your pulse point, visible for the world to see and know whom you belong to.

Jeno pulls the vibrator out again, moving it on your inner thighs where he knows you are sensitive. The hand stroking his cock switches to teasing your clit instead. Jeno looks so good like this, with his hair mussed up and lips plump, beads of sweat rolling down his face. You want those lips to suck your clit. Jeno has a way of driving you crazy.

When he pushes the vibrator into your hole again, a jolt of pleasure washes over you because it is that spot. And from Jeno’s smug smirk, he damn sure knows what he's doing. He's been edging you for so long, you don't think you'll last long if he doesn't move that toy from your hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

“So good, doll,” he praises. The nickname steals an obscene moan out of you. “So pliant and obedient, all for me.”

“Jeno,” you whine. He's so attractive. The mere sight of him is enough to make you cum. “Please let me cum, please.”

“Not just yet, doll, gotta be patient,” and he says that right before rocking the vibrator on your g-spot. A lone drop of tear slides down your temple because the desperation is bordering insanity now. Your head falls back on the plush pillow, the knot on your stomach tightening with every press of thumb on clit, of toy on sweet spot. It's tortuous. You love it.

You are so close to snapping, nonsensical babbles of “Jeno, Jen, please, please let me come. Baby please, ‘m so close’’ prompting a good laugh out of said man.

Oh! The humiliation. You think that's your final straw, that you're going to break, so close to the edge-

Jeno abruptly pulls the toy out.

The emptiness frustrates you enough to trigger a pathetic sob. Your chest heaves, nipples hard and unattended, eyes brimming with more unshed tears.

“Baby, you are so beautiful,” Jeno murmurs. His eyes have glazed over like he's drunk. The thought that he's drunk on you placates the raging fire in you just the slightest bit. “I love you.”

And he's kissing you sweetly. So sweetly that you almost forget that he has you tied up in your room, edging you for what feels like an eternity. His hand tips your chin back for better access, tongue licking the roof of your mouth.

Your timid “Love you too, Jen,” is what seems to break the sudden spell of serenity.

He presses one last kiss to the corner of your lips, running his thumb over your smudged lipstick and pressing it into your mouth for you to taste yourself, before the hand settles around your neck in a firm grip.

He's applying just the right amount of pressure to knock the air out of your lungs and make you light-headed. “Jeno, please,” you attempt to say, but it's reduced to incomprehensible gasps.

Your arms feel sore too. They tingle all over in a way that warns you that when all this is over, you aren't going to be able to as much as lift a pen. You aren't bothered by it all that much.

Jeno lines his cock in your entrance and pushes in slowly. A guttural moan escapes his throat, his facade of nonchalance finally breaking now that he's buried deep inside you, your tight walls clenching around him. “Babe, you are so good for me, so tight, my pretty girl,” it's his turn to babble. You aren't capable of forming a response at all, just high pitched whines turning into breathy sounds.

He thrusts into you sloppily, eyes zeroed out on the way your hole takes him in effortlessly. The stretch is just perfect. When he leans down to kiss you - a mess of tongue and saliva more than anything - your eyes roll back and you black out momentarily.

“Doll, you need to stay with me,” Jeno slightly taps your cheek. “Tell me if it is too much, okay?”

You shake your head at that with a little too much vigor. Again, his features morph into one filled with fondness.

It's when Jeno brings the vibrator to your clit that the knot in your stomach snaps. You come undone, the orgasm washing over you in waves and bringing bouts of inexplicable pleasure. Jeno isn't far behind because he’s pulling out to come on your stomach soon after.

He's left you thoroughly drained. He unties the belt and cleans your body with a warm cloth. The moment he tugs you into his chest, you are out like light.

-

Note

1k of pure filth. I really tried. Hope the anon who requested likes it:)

Requests, thoughts, questions are welcomed. My inbox is open!