#teasteeper

[joocomics]

bestie i need your thoughts on jiung and how he loves when his gf gets jealous :c he lets it go to his head and fill his ego ,, so cocky when you get all whiny and desperate for his attention (he will be mine🧿). the way you write him is so perfect <3

a/n: miss teasteeper you’re so smart… (he is yours) <3

bf!jiung who has the perfect amount of subtle confidence in addition to his attractive face; he’s always so well dressed; always so sophisticated and so well mannered… a true gentleman. it’s expected - all of these qualities easily grab women’s attention wherever you go. even when you make it obvious he’s taken - with hands wrapped around his arm, kisses on his mouth and cheeks that leave your scarlet marks on his skin like a warning sign.

jiung never pays attention to any of those women, and to be honest, if it’s not for you, most times he doesn’t even notice he’s being stared at, but you always let him know. “my pretty girl needs me, is that it?” he curls his lips amused with a hand moving lower on your waist. he cannot control the satisfaction he feels when he catches you being jealous. he turns all cocky from the way you need him all to yourself. he knows you don’t feel threatened in any way, you just hate the idea of someone stripping him naked with their eyes, and that fuels his ego; it brings a sudden perky smile on his lips along with a desire to tease you about it. even when someone comes up to talk to him hoping to find out his name and number, he’s still looking at you.

bf!jiung who silently provokes you into marking your territory. as you were sitting next to him on the lounge of the night club you’re suddenly on his lap with one hand on the side of his face. “i’m right here, baby,” he grins, but his voice comes out seductive as you swipe your thumb along his lip. “do you need my attention too? no need to try so hard, pretty girl.” his eyes follow every frustrated twitch of your face while his skin gets warmer from the way you keep shifting on top of his crotch, mewling at his words. your hand moves on his neck, thumb caressing his adam’s apple while the other one stays around his shoulder keeping him close. when you touch the shell of his ear with your plush lips, one needy “mine” slips through them, sending shivers down his spine. it causes his arms to tighten around your figure.

you need to be taken care of; he’s learned how to successfully read your different body languages, and his favourite one is when you crave him desperately. urgently. you can never hide it, but he doesn’t mind it at all. that’s the best part.

“i think i need to remind you who i’m with tonight.” the tip of his nose touches yours when his gaze searches for your mouth, “and who i’ll be with tomorrow morning… the next day too…” his fingers cup your face. “and the day after.”

[sherwees]

cw : trespassing, stalking, reader gets cut but not as bad as male main, sorry had to do the eyebrow slit, noncon, drugging, also very nasty ass descriptions of cutting but not in the self harm way, and implied stalking.

side note : hella unrealistic bcs how do you survive a wound that deep? I don't know. almost scrapped bcs of it.

side note ² : for my ski mask hendery queen @ne0pearl and the wall crawler 4 hendery @teasteeper

extra : why the hell did ki and angel try 2 jump me..?!

you were at a relative's house spending the night because you were on a trip, out of town. it was getting dark and you couldn't really see through the primarily rural area.

her house gave you the creeps, I mean their house wasn't even on google maps, it was just shown as trees. there would be creaks on the hardwood floors every once in a while but there was barely any service.

you could only play candy crush, but you got bored. so now, you're looking at the intricate ceiling pattern; you would switch to the wooden walls once your eyes started to hallucinate white whisps of shapes and lines.

but this time something was different, there was a hand on the side of the door.

it was sizeable, it wasn't your aunts, might be your uncles.

your eyebrows furrowed and your lips puckered in confusion, your hands headed for the edge of the blanket. you turned your body to attempt to see beyond the right side of the door but it didn't work to your avail.

it was lanky and veiny, a rough red around the knuckles; wasn't your aunts definitely but might be your uncles.

you laid back down.

but wait...? it was pale.

you froze, your eyes blew wide and darted to the slit in the door.

fuck. fuck. FUCK.

you were already at your feet, tip toeing towards the door like when tom would try to catch jerry but he'll just fall into another trap. as always. again and again.

you were a foot from the door now, your nerves jumped with every palpitation of your heart. before you knew it, your forearm jutted out and the door was shut. your shoulders bumped down with relief, see now? it wasn't that bad.. you sauntered back to your bed and plopped down, your lips blowing raspberries in exhaustion.

you don't remember when you fell asleep, but you were now awake. the white silhouette of the moon, peaking out of the blinds with every slight blow of the wind; your eyes heavy. you felt something prickle at your hips, it felt like a nail just poking at your side. you moaned in confusion and turned.

all you remember is seeing a glimpse of a man with a ski mask, his eyes were delighted as if he's been waiting. his hands attempted to travel to your hips before you fell on your ass, gasping for air; nails scurring against the hardwood floors before your back met the wall. you looked up at the male sauntering towards you, his coarse palms rubbing together like sandpaper.

“who are you..?”

“does it matter?” the baritone voice bellowed within the knocking of branches against the window.

he crouched to meet eye to eye with you. you winced at the cold of his hands against your warm cheek, tears caked between the narrow space of his palm and your warm cheek.

“whatever I did, I'm sorry..” you mumbled, you didn't realize the spit at the corners of your mouth until he swiped it away with his thumb.

“you're sorry for being beautiful, huh?” he whispered with a joking tone, slapping your cheek playfully. your lips fell agape at his tone, was this a fucking joke?

“what do you me–”

“that's what they always ask.. you just don't realize it until it's too late, huh?” the male questioned, his head tilted playfully. he hasn't blunk once at most, you thought that if you even took your eyes off of him for a second; he'll pounce.

“you walk around all naïve, stupid and just so fucking pretty, just like them-” he raved, his head bouncing around before he paused, he was looking at the ground before his pupils creepily looked back up to your dilated ones. your chest heaved, small rasp breaths falling through your agape lips; tears falling freely.

“you could blink now..”

you obliged, a small squeak eliciting as the pads of your bare feet scuffed against the ground; your spine becoming sore from the constant friction. “you saw me at your window every night, remember that a few weeks ago?” his pointer tapped at the side of your forehead. “you didn't even bother to call the police or maybe even tell your mom that was staying over that night..” his sentence trailed on, you noticed his hand reaching for something behind him; your lips formed words but the bulge in your throat wouldn't budge.

the silver edge of a pocket knife was suddenly pointed at the corner of your eye, you gulped like a caricature. “this knife–” he eyed the knife before looking back at you, one of his eyes twitched sickengly; your stomach swirled with apprehension.

“I don't even fucking need this–” you sighed in relief once the knife lowered, his thumb tugged at the bottom of the mask and yanked it off.

your eyes widened once his ebony hair fell from the confines of his mask to his nape, oddly gratifying.

his jawline was defined, face rather slender.. his eyes were big and doe, the noticeable slit on his right eyebrow. You went cross eyed because the knife was now in front of your face, it's edge poking against the bone jutting from the bridge of your nose.

“why didn't you say anything, hm?” he pauses, twirling the knife between his fingers. “I could've killed you.. maybe you both actually.” you didn't seem phased enough by his act, he glided the knife expertly horizontally against the bridge of your nose before slicing it perfectly. you gasped and blinked, your finger feeling around the cut.. your cartilage was smooth under the tip of your finger now that the thin layer of skin was cut.

“that's how fast it would've took to cut right through~” He continued the final sylabble of ‘through’ whilst trailing the knife from your face, your eyes followed until he stopped right at the left of your belly button; your stomach held in out of fear.

a warm blotch of blood slid down until it soaked into the lining of your pyjamas, he then swirled the knife around lightly as if he was scared to scar your porcelain skin any further..

“do you love me _____?” your ears rung through the silence, it was heavily unsettling and set another uncomfortable rhythm to your heart. He set the knife down beside him in a dismaying but also polite manner, his actions were so delicate but.. this is a stalker, we're talking about here. He pulled his right sleeve up his forearm, revealing a number of vertical scars; some were short, some trailed up his arm.

his unyielding eyes lock onto yours and with a sudden motion, he presses the blade against his forearm.

“wait!”

you gag profusely, covering your mouth with your cowering hands, a line of crimson quickly welling up from the splits of his skin. He doesn't falter or even flinch, he doesn't even wince either; instead, he angles the knife deeper.

you could taste the blood on the tip of your tongue, the metallic sense sending tremors throughout your body. You could only cradle yourself in the corner and you can hear the soft, sickening sound of flesh being sliced; thick and through.

as if he wants you to testify your supposed.. true love for him..

"please," you whimpered, you looked down at the blood pooling on your hardwood floor for a second then to his unforgiving eyes.

but he only continues, each drop of blood a punctuation mark in this gruesome act. he started to laugh maniacally at your terror, the knife lost track; becoming an uncoordinated lines of jagged lines with every jutter of his body with every laugh

“please, just fucking stop–! just stop it!—” a triumph smile forms on his face, his wild eyes locking with your panicked ones before his bloodied hands pull away; his hands raising in a surrender motion.

“It's not that serious..” you continued, looking down at the bleeding forearm; his flesh red and irritated.

he then raised the knife to his cheekbone with a throaty laugh, was this amusing to him?

“how about he–”

“no!” the knife skid against the ground before it hit the wall, your reflexes worked faster than your mind.

“so, do you love me?” he inched closer to you, his breath hot on your frozen skin. you nod vigorously, hoping he'll finally listen to you.

“if you do, will ya’ grab those bandages from your cabinet?” your face shrivels in confusion, “when you fell down the stairs and hurt your knee pretty bad.. a year ago..” he patted your knee with his grisly hand, the blood created a sticky trail between his palm and your skin.

your heart pounds in your chest, the beats echoing to your ears; the ambience of the home sets awfully in your soul. your breath comes in sharp gasps and hyperventilating sobs,matchung in rhythm with your scurrying feet against the floor. you're running, running to the bathroom, your mind stuck in the illusion of life or death, at least for him.

your hands are trembling, not just from the adrenaline that's coursing through your veins, but from the raw, unadulterated fear that evolved in your mind with every second.

you nearly slip on the smooth surface, your arms flailing to the counter for balance. you lunge for the cabinet, flinging it open with brute force. bottles and tubes tumble out, clattering into the sunk; but you barely register the noise, everything in your peripherals was blurry..

your fingers slick with sweat and his blood fumble desperately amongst the edges of shelves. you're simply looking for bandages, for something, anything, that can help stop his bleeding. when your hand finally closes around the familiar, rough texture of the gauze, you almost weep with relief.

clutching the bandages to your chest, you stagger to the mirror, catching a glimpse of yourself. your face is still with fear, almost ghostly, and your eyes are wide with shock. for a moment, you hardly recognize the reflection staring back at you.

you're wasting time, hurry up!

you ran back, he leaned against the headboard of the bed; his eyes on you. you don't even bother to complain about the blood on the grey bedsheets, you tear open the bandage packaging, your movements jerky and uncoordinated. you walk over to him and press the gauze against the gaping skin, looking into his eyes for some type of reassurance but he only continues to stare at you, observing your every move.

“you're prettier when you're scared.” you pause your ministrations and look up at him, your lashes dried together with your tears. his hand reaches up to stroke along the trails of tears on your cheeks, “sit on my lap honey, you're so far away, hmm?”

you scooch over with a sigh; your bottom on the heat of his crotch, your back meeting with his broad chest. trying to still keep your distance, you face away from him; you're almost there. just a few more wrap arounds, with every relaxed rise and fall of his chest, the tension between you both increased unsettlingly. this wasn't right..

just by coincidence, his chin slides onto your shoulder blade; from your peripherals you could see his inquisitive eyes looking back and forth to your focused own and his bandaged forearm. you sighed in relief once you finally finished, he snickered when he noticed the corners of your lips widen before you fully turned with a grin on your face.

“my pretty baby.. you did so well..” he praised you like a kid but you reveled in it, his tone smooth and low. “see? m’ not that scary.” he cooed, his digit moving towards the prominent outline of your labia. your plush thighs closed around his hand, your hips jutting away from him but the pad of his thumb traveled to the base of your clit.

“how bout’ you take these off for me, how does that sound?” his thumb hung loosely on your waistband, your mouth was parted, spacing out on his thumb.. “princess..?” he mumbled in your ear with a concerned tone, you nodded.. why was everything moving so fast..?

before you knew it, you were kicking off your shorts and panties.. it felt like you weren't in control anymore, your stupid mind was your only function.. but it wasn't you that was doing this..

“can't think no more hm?” he taunted, before a quick shiver of pain ran through your nerves along with something shooting out of your arm. he waved the syringe in your face with a berating cackle, your blown pupils following the metal tip as the drugs continued to take its effect.

you laid lax in his arms, his fingers pumping out of you relentlessly as his thumb abused your swollen clit. your hips rutted against his palm, that one finger hitting that same spot within your velvety walls with perfect precision. your walls clenched around him, your hands flying all over his thighs; you looked up at him and he looked at you..

“Is that you?” you mumbled, squinting at him. you knew that he seemed familiar, he was your uhm.. what was he? fuck.. your mind was blending into a fucking smoothie. his eyes went wide, his fingers pausing causing you to whine, buck your hips and wince in his hold. he muttered a quick “fuck”, his jaw clenching in the moonlight before he started to hammer his fingers in&out of you, you slowly slid out of his grip. your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, jaw unhinged.. he was trying to make you forget..

“babe, what'd I tell you about having your mouth open.. you're drooling~” he taunted you once more, his free hand moved your chin upwards.

“awe– fuck! I'm gonna cum, please!” you whimpered, your chest heaving up and down at a intense tempo; gripping his wrist whilst moving your head to the open crane of his neck.

“Come on then princess, cum for me.. you know you could do it..”

[h3arteyes4mingi]

𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

This is just a list of my favorite Ateez writers and also my favorite Ateez fics I’ve read!!

Some of these writers are 14+ or 18+ so please keep that in mind and be respectful!!

{ ❀ } 𝐨𝐭𝟖 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• couples halloween costumes by @whorellaville

• let it snow by @nateezfics

{ ❀ } 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

• coffee shop fiasco by @techytin

• runaway by @lilacmingi

•crimson white snow ft, seonghwa by @haosweater (this one killed me)

• midnight by @hongjoongspoetry

{ ❀ } 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

• nights like these by @lilacmingi

• new horizons { series } (NSFW) by @fivestar-outlaw

• crimson white snow ft, hongjoong by @haosweater

• angel by @starrysvn

• millennium falcon by @alxtiny

• hwacrossing by @jjunberry

{ ❀ } 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

• guerrilla by @sorryimananti-romantic

• that night pt.1 (NSFW) by @jeon-ify

• swiss holiday (NSFW | 18+) by @kwanisms

{ ❀ } 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

• entropy by @in-san-ity

• down the pond moments by @xuchiya

• trading cards and chocolate frogs by @lilacmingi

{ ❀ } 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

• playtime ft, wooyoung by @lilacmingi (is probably one of the best crossovers ever)

• stretch marks by @beenbaanbuun

• in bloom together by @imonanotherlebel

{ ❀ } 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

• angel wings by @puddingyun

• comfort idol(not official title) by @kobiebear

• elf in training by @lilacmingi

• 5:04am by @edenesth

• game night by @alxtiny

• practice (NSFW) by @teasteeper

{ ❀ } 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

• rosy by @lilacmingi

• playtime ft, san by @lilacmingi

{ ❀ } 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

• cock warming (NSFW) by @beenbaanbuun

• lover by @atinystraynstay

• birthday gift! by @yuyusuyu

I just wanted to say thank you to all the writers who make these fics, it means so much to me and so many other people!! You make my day and I can’t wait to see what you all write next!!

Love, Alyssa <33

[ninrinv]

atz recs !

my fav ateez fics i've read, enjoy!

-most of these are nsfw so mdni-

﹒⟡﹒hongjoong

drive to survive by @bvidzsoo

just barely by @thru-the-grapevine

to make an album by @bambikisss

﹒⟡﹒seonghwa

hiding a vampire 1 2 by @jonghoslvt [⭑]

dancing with the devil + succumbing to the angel by @bro-atz [⭑]

the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite [⭑]

needing you by @lunaclipse [⭑]

safe word: evergreen - ivy by @bro-atz

bound by desire by @jonghoslvt [⭑]

3:00 am by @xosannie [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒yunho

this by @sanspuppet

emergency by @arafilez

the drill by @byuntrash101 [⭑]

bottle service by @bro-atz [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒yeosang

so in love by @sanspuppet

﹒⟡﹒san

limitless by @sorryimananti-romantic

howling to your moon by @essenteez

after all, you're my wife by @astayinwonderland

vaya con dios by @riboism [⭑]

anatomy by @danihow [⭑]

this by @beenbaanbuun

﹒⟡﹒mingi

good boy @akistaytiny

numb my pain by @yeonjuns-beanie

bad day stress reliever by @dottieisdotting [⭑]

this by @teasteeper

unspoken desires by @yourlocaljonghoe

yeehaw by @desirehorizon [⭑]

booksmart @byuntrash101 [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒wooyoung

this by @1ovewoo

dark room by @sugarnspice630 [⭑]

pretty brown eyes by @ateezscupid

pantie thief by @ja3hwa [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒jongho

this by @jonghoslvt

carnival pleasures by @sanjoongie

﹒⟡﹒ot8 / poly / multiple members

sub ateez by @seventhcallisto [⭑]

kinktober by @ja3hwa [⭑]

this or that by @k-hotchoisan [⭑]

ateez as royals who fall for you hyung maknae by @eightmakesonebraincell [⭑]

[⭑] = fav!

[sehodreams]

hi hi ! idk if you’ve been asked/answered this already but do u have any recs for blogs/works like yours?? i love your works!! but its so hard for me to find other ones like them, thanks !!

Blogs like mine? 🫠 Uhm I have no idea hahaha, I don't feel my work has the same vibes of the masterpieces I like here, I could give recommendations of blogs/works I like here tho! I don't feel comfortable tagging them because they might not like it, sorry but after one situation I went through I prefer to just mention them like this or perhaps putting the link, just to make sure I don't bother anyone 🫥👌

1. @/muntitled has a ton of fanfics I love, her Sungchan fics are top tier, and the possessive! jealous!Sungchan is like a blueprint here in the community ❤️‍🔥 (darkish content)

2. @/5ungchan HAS THE BEST SHOTARO FIC HERE GO AND READ IT, DARK, CHOCKING, PLOT, SUBSTANCE SUBSTANCE SUBSTANCE 😫 (darkish content)

3. @/riizeblr I enjoy all their work a lot! Like I'm sure I'm one of her biggest fans, I always have my notifications for her on and everything she writes is a masterpiece (I have a ton of respect for her too because she writes mostly drabbles and how the hell do people do that and put plots too??? She's fucking awesome!). Also, pretty sure you know her already because she's got a steady place in the community (she was the first dark!riize writer if I'm not wrong) but I'll still mention her haha (dark content)

4. @/snoopyana is taking a bit of a break after an accident, and she's also known so you probably know her (damn riize Tumblr writers are all pretty known I fear 😫), but I like her Anton fics a lot! Maybe so you can repeat them hahaha (dark/darkish content)

5. @/tonisbabydoll is still fairly new, she just started a Wonbin series! But I'll be honest, I'm sure she's mostly known as the riize Twitter link girl too 😂, I have a lot of respect because she can come with things so fast???? Like I have no idea how her brain works but she has a ton of ideas for her asks. Also, she's mostly into hard hours. (Sometimes darkish but she's more into tame stuff)

6. @/b1mbodoll writes for many groups (no riize) and it might not be your taste since she has a lot of hybrid!aus but I ADORE HER WORK. She's one of the few blogs I've seen write for &team and I'm a big Nicholas fan so she saved me 😭😭😭 (dark)

7. @/dr0wnme0ut has great fics too! However she's not a riize writer (she writes for Enhypen). Lately I've been reading more stuff from other fandoms because I've also been having problems finding riize fics my taste 😫 but Enhypen is a great option! I love them so much just because of their fanfiction lol, it has that little weirdness I adore 😍❤️‍🩹 (dark blog too)

8. @/teasteeper writes for wayv and I adore her loser!yangyang, it gave me reason to live too and I tried to write for him but I'm afraid I don't know them that well and the fic got abandoned 😫 (darkish content)

[2lut4u]

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

an act of caring for others by @wooahaes

The cake in the back by @toruro

Venus by @wheeboo

meet cute: the park by @wheeboo

mundane things by @blue-jisungs

crowd by @blue-jisungs

Sweet Macaroons by @thedensworld

exbf!cheol by @teasteeper

exbf!cheol pt.2 by @teasteeper

Blood moon by @smileysuh

Sapiosexual by @smileysuh

Sentinel Serenade by @starlightxsvt

FAST PACE by @hanggarae

boyfriend cheol texts! by @cheolism

seungcheol+luxury by @fairyhaos

[22:35 PM] by @fairyhaos

[04:15 AM] by @fairyhaos

First time going raw by @sunnylovespickles

Bad Habits (M) by @bitchlessdino

gryffindor captain by @http-mianhae

Even If by @thepixelelf

whatever you say <3 (oneshot smau) by @thepixelelf

Birthday Morning by @rosexxi

let me go by @babyleostuff

Earrings by @synthetickitsune

His angel by @sxfthannie

why don’t we kiss since we’re bored? by @bluejeanstrash

Withering for you by @joonsytip

ring of love by @cheollvr

Under the moonlight by @renaiswriting

Seungcheol is a dog person by @nonranghaes

MY PILLOW by @alohajun

april showers bring may flowers by @hannyoontify

your cherry flavoured kisses by @hannyoontify

eat. play. love. by @husbandhoshi

untitled by @yikesmary

birthday boy by @wqnwoos

;) by @wonwoonlight

neither interested or afraid by @viastro

down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

THE WAY BACK (mini-smau series ) by @suhnshinehaos

choi seungcheol thoughts by @starparadx

Willow by @wongyuuu

Remind me by @milfgyuu

the great war by @amourcheol

the kids are going to be alright (smau series) by @wondernus

obvious by @leejungchans

fratboy!seungcheol by @hannieehaee

[ahsshilee]

♡ listing all my favs.

swf !

stolen kisses by @writemekpop

nsfw !

nct

bitch hunters series by @tyonfs blur by @jaeminvore

hot sauce series by @neopuppy

quarantine chronicles 1, quarantine chronicles 2, and quarantine chronicles 3 by @domjaehyun

sweet cream cold brew, salted caramel by @lucyandthepen

svt

boyfriend seungcheol by @bluejeanstrash

enfj boyfriend mingyu by @teasteeper

my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) by @shuaflix

needy by @onlyseokmins

room service, 15 minutes by @gyuwoncheol

[atplblog]

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[joocomics]

DINNA I MANIFESTED WARM TONE BLONDE HENDERY HE HEARD MEEE

HE WOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR YOU KI

OHMYGOD i can only imagine how hot he looks 😭 WE NEED TO SEE HIS HANDSOME FACE COME ONNNNN

[sherwees]

cw : obsession, manipulation, implications of domestic abuse and why does yangyang have a helicopter in his backyard?

side note : @ne0pearl and @teasteeper wanted me to drop this so here it is!!

side side note : yangyang beret?!

best friend yangyang that'll try to prove that he's better than your boyfriend by buying you all types of luxuries ranging from dolce&gabbana, louis vuitton and rolex. Something else that adorned your neck besides the 1200 dollar necklaces was the hickies that he would leave just so he could hear you struggle trying to explain that they were just bruises; your best lie was saying that it was an allergic reaction.

he'll spend hours on his free days, just scrolling through clothing catalogs (sometimes with his sidekick, hendery) just to pick out his gifts for you. hendery always found something that was perfect and he was a little too exact about your interests but it wasn't that much of a big deal.

when he would looked up at you with his arms around your waist, doe eyes and all in your new outfit in the dressing room. you giggle then grab at the price tag and let out an honestly dramatic gasp with your hand covering your mouth and all. “oh my gosh! 5,000 for a coat?!” you squealed but he immediately shushed you as he stood up with a smug look, eyebrow raised. “don't worry about it.. let your best friend treat you well~” his voice low, smooth like his hands lowering to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before twirling you around.

your boyfriend, winwin which happens to be one of his closest friends always questions him about his gifts makes the happiness crawl up his neck in tingles. his scrunched eyebrows, the hurt in his voice and the looks he gives him just riles him on. deeper into you, deeper into his craze.

yangyang that loves scaring the truth out of you. he loves being all dry in your texts after you maybe say the wrong thing or he catches you hanging out with your boyfriend. sometimes, he would corner you and bombard you with questions that barely have an answer, just like the first day you both started dating.

“do you really love me?” he randomly blurted one morning, you turn on your heel with a confused look at his more angered look. he only walked closer and your ass uncomfortably pressed against the counter but he didn't stop until he stood only a few inches away from you but repeated the question slower as if you didn't already get it. “yeah, as a friend..” you shrugged nonchalantly before attempt to turn back to your cereal but there was suddenly a resounding bang from the cabinet by your ear and you shrieked. “what the fuck!” you whined, covering your ear with hopes to lull the ringing. yangyang muttered, “naïve little whore” before turning you around with a swift tug at your shoulder,

“so all those times together meant nothing to you”

“but I have a boyfri–”

“if you truly loved sicheng, you would've took a sign and left the dressing room that day.” His words spewed like a firework explosion. You cupped your palm around his mouth with a gasp, shaking your head slowly with a quick “Nuh uh!”, you could tell that he was smiling behind your palm. He then licked it with a chuckle, your hand slamming against the counter in the process which elicited a hard grunt from you.

“You're so pretty when you're mad~” he said whilst circling his hand around your neck to grasp and squeeze your nape before heading in for a kiss.

he scared you though. sometimes, he would shove himself in the crane of your neck to whisper belitting words and lies about your relationship; that'll only make you overthink. his persuasion was so good to the point where he convinced you to make him your ‘first time’ because winwin was inexperienced and “wouldn't understand you like he did.”

sometimes, he would even refuse to apologize or convince you that a situation never happened. that day he snuck into your room in the middle of the night. never happened. when he grasped your neck and nearly suffocated you unconscious. was the past and he “changed”. he wanted your relationship to be perfect.

everytime you and winwin had a simple misunderstanding, he would be the first to run to you about what winwin said supposedly:

“He was like, ‘she's too whiny about everything and I just don't fucking understand her! I just wished she understood me more!’” He mocked winwin's emotional state then bellowed a laugh before continuing to blow on his noir nails. A slick, sick grin raised at the corners of his lips once he noticed that your lips was distorted in held back laughter, his dried hand grabbed your cheek caressing it with his tongue peaked from his plump lips.

“But you know I love you more right?”

but when it came up to you both having a misunderstanding, it was different. when he could roughly cradle your balled up figure on the couch, he attempted to coo at you but his tone was urgent,scratchy and whiny as his hands sporadically quaked, patting to find his phone throughout the many pockets of his baggy pants. the only thing that could make you stay at least what he thought would make you stay was buying you things; his bank account locked one day when he was in a raging fit and nearly spent 3 bands just for you to forgive him.

“Look!” he attempted to shove his phone in your face, the high brightness of his phone making your sensitive orbs strain more caused you to wince and shield your face. He mumbled a fast apology, turning down the brightness and scrolled through the pandora website with unsteady fingers.. “I'll buy you something– please forgive me? I didn't mean to hit you.. I'll never put my hands on you ever again..” he lied vowed with you, his voice shook as the tears caked at his waterline nearly overflowing.

“yangyang, just leave me–” you looked over to him with slight surprise when you saw his expression, he seemed unfamiliar because he was actually crying?

“NO!” he yelled, his voice rasp. His black nails digging into your back and left knee, his cries only become louder; you could tell his esophagus was giving out because he started to hiccup.

yangyang was like a child, a snotty three year old. if you didn't give him what he wanted, he would make a tantrum. when he would try to make it up to you, he would finally give you what you wanted. you stared up at the ceiling and to yangyang's bloodshot red eyes, his lips agape; sore and chapped as he grunted and moaned. his hand pressed against your shoulder, his free hand travels to your wrist and his breath was hot&gruff against the top of your limp hand until he laid a chaste kiss on it. “I'll always make it up to you, alright?” he opens your fingers with his thumb before rubbing your palm against his cheek, the warmth of him causing you to slightly smile. “there's my girl..” His toothy smile made it's appearance finally, his thrusts only quickened through your slick channel.

he threw his head back, his hands finding leverage from the bottom of his your shirt as the tandems of pleasure coursed through his veins rapidly. Your high was approaching, quick and heavy but to your luck, yangyang stilled inside of you already. His uncomfortably warm seed pumped into your hole at a steady rate, he manages to lower himself down to mark your jaw and any open area of tan skin he saw. I mean.. at least he was happy, right?

it's been a month since you and winwin uttered a word to each other. His contact was simply back to “Sicheng 🙂”, nothing further. yangyang insisted on removing the emoji or just blocking him, yangyang was like your parent now. he monitored your phone, always looking over your shoulder and got snappy when he was suspicious on your relationships with people.

through your moments of uncertainty, his friend sidekick hendery was always there for you. yangyang would always glare at your closeness or whenever you two thought you were alone. shame started to lay in yangyang's soul heavily, his mind was clouded with regret.

his members were practically scared of him now, xiaojun accidentally slipped that ten was talking to someone and xiaojun only huffed through his nose as ten walked off with his head low, when kun snapped at yangyang about how winwin started to stress himself out from the several opportunities he had in china; even some he volunteered for just so he could stay away from them.

I guess so.

his thumb mindlessly exited all the shopping websites that he had opened, he looked over to you and hendery in the kitchen; you laughing as he swiped off the whipped cream from your nose. is this how winwin felt? worthless, just sitting there as you just slipped through his fingers like jello until you melted into pieces.

[sherwees]

oh no I hope that @ne0pearl doesn't see this..

WONBIN HARD HOURS

i want him so bad i'll kms. disclaimer: reading based on what he currently likes, which can change. tarot is a game, take it lightly.

well, where should i start... he has a dark side. from the moment he enters the room he assumes a totally different posture.

he likes rough, sweaty sex with A LOT of mind game dynamics. a partner willing to jump on the bandwagon with him is someone he will treat like a winning ticket.

he can be cruel in words. wonbin uses and abuses his resting bitch face and likes to arouse some fear due to his seriousness.

i'd say wonbin is a dom for sure, and not one of those soft ones. he enjoys being in the mood of chaos, adrenaline, and fear swirling in the room... like in a predator and prey game.

enjoys mistreating and playing with his prey before eating. he's the kind who grabs by the hair, drags to the middle of the room and makes you kneel to suck him because he wants to see you pathetically kneeling on the ground giving him pleasure.

dacryphilia, he gets pleasure by seeing his partner's eyes with tears while their mouth is full of cock. "oh, can't take it anymore? i thought you wanted this."

he likes to spit and WILL do it if he gets the chance. in the face.

he's into shorter and physically smaller girls than him, (really) big boobs and an innocent appearance to feel like he's going to corrupt them. wonbin likes manhandling so he can treat as if they were just his little doll.

he likes deep kisses that start calmly but wonbin quickly loses control, pulling them by the waist, pressing his body against theirs and then rubbing his dick against them so that they feel how obedient girls makes him so hard.

wonbin is very possessive and enjoys marking, whether by gripping his partner's hips or moving his mouth to their neck. he likes to lick, kiss, and bite the skin, using his teeth to pull, and if his girl have issues with being marked by his teeth for everyone to see, he doesn't care. in that moment, she belongs to him and him only.

"what a pathetic useless hole you are"

he likes controlling his partner's orgasm and uses it as a form of torture. he teases enough until the limit, and if the partner climaxes without his permission, he continues with overstimulation until they beg because they can't take it anymore.

he likes anal, so if his partner allows it... but his dick is above average, so i wouldn't risk it (lol).

wonbin might enjoy when they resist him, ask him to let them go, try to escape... and he might even let them almost get away just to have the fun of dragging them back to him again... by their hair.

he likes being rough, seeing his partner's eyes rolling and hearing screams that blur the line between pain and pleasure, confusing all senses.

LOVES dry humping and fantasizes about a naked girl rubbing herself against his clothed bulge until he cums and makes a mess.

breeding; "i'll fuck a baby into you so you'll remember what a pathetic whore you are and who you belong to"

[joocomics]

@teasteeper he wants to be in the street fighter series so bad ❤️‍🩹

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[theskyexists]

Once again, weird message here. Ivy feels stifled, and her mother forces her to work in her business at somethin that SHE loves but Ivy doesn't. And then the message is that origami, tablesetting, teasteeping and attention to detail translate perfectly to martial arts proficiency? But she never bothered to tell Ivy or teach her that? When she knew that Ivy is interested in martial arts? Whats the message gonna be here? That Ivy shouldn't have been frustrated about her mother being a nitpicky perfectionist you-should-be-grateful parent who doesn't (seem to) care one bit for ivy's interests ? (Sprig, martial arts, adventure, travelling, bugcatching)

She never even told Ivy that she used to travel. When she knows Ivy wants to TRAVEL.

Like. What the fuck dude. I don't think that just because it turned out she was secretly training her in martial arts that excuses any of her shitty parenting.

I know it's a classic in Asian martial arts type ideas but like. Dude.

Moms like: you stupid 10 year old kid where do you think I got the tea and frog China from??? I never told you but you should have deduced.

'its dangerous out there so be patient'. Which is a weird message when you consider Polly and Sprig have gotten almost eaten 10 times. I mean she's right but also those two are still alive and love their adventures NOW.

Instant forgiveness for mom even though she never told Ivy she was training her or planning to go travelling with her and drove her crazy.

Sorry. This is the first episode that has TRULY made me go: WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MESSAGING.

[joocomics]

i think you need to lock him down immediately

babe when i tell u my crush on him is getting SERIOUS 😶

i have to write about this look… i have to

[sherwees]

yin ٭ yang (intentional undercase)

- based off of uglies, supernatural events, dubcon, marijuana usage, high n’ fly intercourse, a character almost overdoses and throws up all over themselves and it's pretty nasty, said character's almost od is mentioned multiple times, is this considered slow burn?

– p.s : mind you, over the course of five months so much shit and stuff happened within these months so I kinda lost my writing touch.. I felt bad for just creeping around and never really posting much so I decided to conjure the motivation to finish this within like 5 hours..

@teasteeper heavy anticipator for this..

as always, you look outside to the bustling city of nykaura, where you wished you were.

you belonged there, you swore you did. 

fiddling with the metal hoop around your pointer finger, you looked back to the tallest skyscraper of them all with those weird ridges.. right in the heart of nykaura. it reminded you of the worn out chrysler tower from the rysuries but taller. now, most of the towers that remained there are gone, ruined and abandoned. the chrysler, in fact, holds itself at a tilt and there was a belief that was probably only believed by you that it's only held only by the thin trellises that wrapped up and around it.

you laid back on the bed with a huff but then raised your hand to eye the ring again. you were contemplating, but you weren't sure about what. “interface..” you paused, still unsure. “um— I'm going to bed..” placing your hand on the window sill, it took a little too long for your liking until there was the little soft chime and the familiar dimming of the white lights to a deep lavender that made you breathe.

you didn't realize you were holding your breath.

before you knew it, the window was already unlatched and you were going out and climbing onto the fire escape. you knew where you were going, at this point. 

you had these outbursts where you would just want to breathe. you weren't a nykaurian or even privileged enough to be one. “shit–” you grunted. your foot slipped to the slick concrete and you tried to catch yourself by latching onto one of the stairs’ curlicues but you fell flat on your back. it just rained dumbass, the harsh reminder mocked you as you tried to brush off the pebbles, dirt and etc. off your ass.

a normal nykaurian wouldn't do this, only someone that'll sneak in until they fit in. that's what you did, that's what nana did and you were just following the lead now; since she was successful. after 3 years, she finally managed to get a boyfriend from there; he's rich, yadda yadda supports her, treats her well yadda yadda. 

there was something you hated about the holographic barrier between the rysuries and the nelves, it's like the government was taunting you like “we destroyed your house for the hundredth time within a century and now not only did your ancestors have to live by our rule— guess what… you have to too!” the debris that flew around the area around the bubble that surrounded the dead environment made you nauseous but gave you a sense of a weird nostalgia.

you looked back to your possibly temporary— home, the nelves were just dark.. brown buildings, tired yellow-orangish street lights and shabby, worn palisades and fences; you hopped over another one. 

the bass of electronic music grew closer, you then were shaken to the core by a gust of wind. light didn't really exist in the alley ways of nykaura, it was the metallic barrel fires lit up alongside the corners of the walls that illuminated the alleyway enough to see what's within 3 yards in front of you. but there was only some that you'll notice every once in a while so you were just navigating from memorization.

the conforces didn't even bother with who lingered here anymore. it just smelt of burnt vinery, sewage and gasoline; the closest thing to natural that the world had now.

“you.” the voice bellowed from your left peripheral, you tried to ignore the dark corner the voice came from. it took you to have a lash of curiosity to finally turn and meet eyes with a satisfactory brown haired male, about your age and a big contrast to the hobo or conforce you imagined.

your lips moved but nothing came out.

“you're sneaking.. where?”

“I'm not.”

“you don't look like a nykauri–”

“you don't look like one either.” you spat back before he could even finish, you now fully turned to the mischievously grinning male; your fingers digging into your palm. you would– punch him, knock some sense to him but there was obviously a strength advantage.

you noticed the little gap in between his two front teeth, so your statement was true; he wasn't perfect aka nykaurian. but the gap wasn't that visible, so you were probably weirdly staring.. so stop it.

he exhaled loudly before crossing his arms and adding a little more lean to his stature on the stone corner, his dahlia piercings gleamed in the moonlight. fuck, why was he hot?

“you're not sneaking to a party, are you?”

“just tell me if you're a conforce and take me back home.”

“I'm not, just curious..”

“well, leave me alone.” you shrugged with annoyance before continuing your journey by hopping over the fence that's been in the way the whole time. but he followed. “what!—heave— what the fuck do you even want?!” you shoved him with all your strength and it just left you breathless, embarassingly.

“whatever you wanna do, just do it now because we're completely fucking alone and I'm vulnerable and you're the bigger person, obviously!” you looked him up and down to prove your point but his expression remained totally still and unbothered by your dramatic outburst. his eyes gleamed into yours; still continuing their relentless search of your weakest points.

“well, what if I just wanted a friend?” the weirdos' round orbs lowered as he queried the comment with a lazy smirk, his hands sliding to his pockets. he started to blink slower to allure you or attempt to because it was— wasn't working.

it wasn't, you conceded mentally. 

“then you're not getting one, fucking creep.” you made sure to mutter the last part right after you turned, what if his intentions were sour. tugging on your coat, you tried.. you really tried to not look back. you faltered and glanced a teensy bit back but as half–expected, he wasn't there.. you kinda wished that he was following you. you thought you were lost once you found yourself cutting into another labyrinth of alleys and fence hoppings until you noticed the familiar blinking neon sign of a doodled cat. 

you made it to the tritus plaza. 

nana's candle shop was right under her apartment, you had the key in your now clammy palms. as you struggled with the lock, you wondered why she would trust you enough to even lend you a key.

after 10 minutes of yanking, kicking, slapping and seemingly trespassing to a passerby's eyes, the door opened and you were met with a nauseam of sweet aromas. you’re used to it, it'll just combine into the main smell of vanilla with a mix of lavender weeds and a hint of spearmint and usual jean paul gaultier cologne that made your senses sting once you were inside for more than 20 seconds.

you could tell that she was gone based off the faint glow from her curved staircase to her room, you were hoping that she'll help you find an outfit.

her room was a mess, per usual. her white vanity was left on with scattered lipsticks, mascaras and eyeliners. coming closer, you cringed once you noticed that some of them were open on the pristine desk along two lipsticks and a mascara wand on her white fuzzy swivel chair.

ignoring the catastrophe, you looked at the array of 6 flamboyant dresses laid on her bed; the middle one missing. the neon sequins on the two dresses towards the end made your skin itch and the two beside you weren't really that bad.. after minutes of contemplating, you decided to just go with the horribly neon pink and orange romper-like dress. it was pretty, stand out.. but it was kinda cute and the only one that wasn't too tight. the orange and pink spandex bell flares paid off the horrid outfit but the tight ass orange romper went up your ass a bit and you swore that the tux belt was wrapped right around your lungs.

swish swish..

what was that? you walked around in a circle like a dog chasing its tail until you noticed that you now possessed a neon pink trail on skirt that followed right behind you and tickled the top of your calves. whatever.

once you got outside, it was cooler than before. maybe it was a fact that your pajamas had actual thick, cozy fabric; rather than latex that sticks to every crevice of your body like gorilla glue. every shiver wracked through your body with every step you took towards the center of the city, something inside you wanted to see the man again. it was just something about him that–

“so you were going to a party?” you yelped and nearly fell, he was right beside you. he still wasn't wearing anything showy; just the same jeans, black sweatshirt with a baggy white under shirt.

“yeah, guess so..” you conceded, looking at the corner of his lips before inching to his eyes. he gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, “you're so solemn for a girl who wants a friend..” was he reading your mind or something?

“yeah I am.” you paused your journey, petrified.

“YOU'RE READING MY MIND??” you thought and said simultaneously. “yeah and you could read mine.” the weirdo thought and smirked before nudging your shoulder. “um I-I–” you clasped your hands together before popping your lip in to bite and spinning on your heel.

“how about I start us off.. my names hendery and—” whatever else he said drowned out, you were in your head again. why was he doing this? what's the point of all this? you both turned around a corner and you swore that you felt his finger feather yours. you didn't realize how close you were to him, a heat rose up your neck. but how did he know the way to belle's house?

“I just know, sweetheart..” hendery teased before grasping belle's iron swirly handrail and disappearing around another corner and up her staircase. you tried to match the pace of hendery's longer strides but they faltered once you saw jaemin stepping backward towards the ledge of the roof. 

the fizzy neon pink champagne in the bedazzled flute swayed with his uncoordinated steps. jaemin laughed and laughed until his foot bumped the edge and he just fell..

you stood there on the back porch, flabbergasted and watched him fall a couple stories down and just waited to hear the god awful splat of his body against the concrete. from the corner of your eye, you could see his friends and even some partygoers from a window just snickering, laughing and pointing at him but to your surprise, he bounced back up comically with a protective bubble around him.

the strobing lights that lit brighter and dimmed to the constant changes of amplitude in the song.. just to make it absolutely more draining, the lights matched the beat of it and the song was gangnam style. nana always recommended it for some reason, she said that it felt nostalgic and about how she felt like she was a kid again but her home was destroyed as a kid so what nostalgia was there?

it made you sick, everyone looked alike; same nose job, same doe eyes. the only thing that gave them some sort of diversity was their tones and hues of eyeshadow or how they swiveled or dotted their highlighter.

but— where's hendery?

“hendery!” you shoved another person's shoulder, they glanced at you and mumbled a curse.

he was just gone, no matter where east and west, high and low you scavenged.. he was just gone. it's been about 20 minutes and he was a big contrast with more.. dark.. sluggish.. weird.. outfit choice so he couldn't have been that difficult to find. your boots were killing you, the wedge of it tapped against the sore heel of your foot as you paced through another hallway. peeking past another greek–like pillar, there was a room that wasn't really considered a room because windows replaced the walls.

now holding onto the pillar and inching slowly into the room, you winced as your ears rang for an unnaturally long time. there was only silence besides that but it was broken by the squeaking of your outfit. something else that accompanied you was the set fog engulfing the other end of the hall, like a cliche way of alluring the protagonist into certain death. your teeth gnawed on a dry leaf of skin until it tore and stung, the taste of blood getting prominent by the second until your senses were swept but the deathly smell of marijuana.

there was a glimpse of orange hair, you peeked around the corner and got another glimpse of some stilettos; the expensive looking ones with the skull at the tip, the ones the cousins from breaking bad had. it was nana's boyfriend, yangyang.. you cringed.

you kinda hated him, he was unbearably bad; a double entendre but leaning towards the troublemaker mean. he was deemed a qualifier for the criminal title; vandalism, battery, fraud, conspiracy, disorderly conduct, bribery, burglary, disturbing the peace, counterfeiting, forgery, extortion, public intoxication, theft, obstruction of justice and now drug possession.

you peaked in a little more since he didn't notice yet, he was cackling with someone; his fangs on display. also, there was a throaty laugh that weirdly familiarized with you.. peeking a bit more, there goes the leather boots.

drug possession with... hendery.

you should've gone to law school, but you weren't a nykaurian.. the nelvian's weren't really considered as citizens. they were just morsels of a real human— a nykaurian and there's some nelvian's that tried to over-achieve and go beyond, and just fell out. they were all coincidentally just horrible people in the end. every "rebel" ran away and their families; if they weren't wiped out from the extirpate, their relatives would deny ever knowing them and— before your thoughts could trail off further, there was a thud—yangyang had slid face first on the ground.

hendery giggled before taking another inhale of his badly rolled spliff, he bent down a bit to shake yangyang's shoulder but he didn't really budge; he was obviously still alive. “I didn't know you were that hungry–” hendery slurred the tease before looking up at you. his eyes were an ugly red at his waterline, the lights made the bags under his eyes– that you now noticed, stand out.

“hey! I knew you were there, I heard you..” his dog-tired eyes squinted at you as he pointed his finger at you, quite accusingly. his hand was shaking slightly from the adrenaline and drugs that ran through his system; he couldn't handle it.

“you're stupid to believe that–” he was still teasing but there was a hint of reality in his claim. you were going to retort but yangyang suddenly heaved whilst clutching his stomach. his hand clawed into his ugly velvet turquoise monstrosity of a tuxedo as he coughed before laughing again; hendery joined. but it was only for a moment until he went into a violent coughing fit—you could even feel your own throat becoming sore— and he rolled over onto his back.

you still stood in the doorway, hendery paid no mind to it– of course, he was fucking high. yangyang's eyes with wide with some sort of terror but the crinkle of the side of his eyes made you think that he found this amusing or thrilling..

his chest heaved and his throat constricted; your mind was between throwing up or suffocating on his own puke until he actually retched.

and when I say retched, I mean retched.

bits of whatever the fuck he ate jumped on his face and on his neck– you stood there like an idiot; petrified to the fucking core. hendery's laughter tantalized you. your feet wouldn't move, your hands clenched and unclenched like you wanted to do something but you wouldn't move.. you couldn't.

he was choking on his own puke.

“hendery–” you fell to your knees beside yangyang, simultaneously, anchoring his limp head on your shoulder. you tensed at the feeling of his warm vomit sliding down your shoulder.  he heaved and coughed, you stilled in fear that he'll do another round but his body relaxed to your relief. 

he wasn't as light as you thought, he was lanky but he was still heavy enough to make you hunch. from the corner of your eye, yangyang's mouth was agape; his jaw unhinged loosely. looking closely, you gagged. a dandelion–yellow froth pooled in his mouth practically threatening to overflow onto your suspender strap, again. it was already enough that you could feel the warmth of the remnants pressing into your back and sinking into the orange cotton with each step and the bits pressing onto your spandex flares. 

you heard moderate footsteps, coming behind you from the room and it had to be hendery. to taunt you or.. to help you– yes, to help you. 

the weight dispersed from your shoulders— not just yangyang but the guilt; both were passed on to hendery. his eyes were heavy with it but the high was still there absolutely. his steps echoed through the halls like loud thumps— like he wasn't trying to fall face first from the bass rattling the hardwood floor or was he on the brink of overdosing soon. 

hendery had that same comically dead look too— jaw unhinged, mouth agape, eyes droopy like a basset hound. what were they even given, for fucks sake? what if someone slid a bit of fentanyl into their shit because of a shit deal that yangyang made 3 years ago? what if hendery messed with the wrong girl or— 

THUMP—

hendery fell and there was an exasperating weight on your left shoulder then—

SPLAT–

hendery’s lanky body splayed on the other cream wall. his latter was face first again and you pulled him up and shit— you muttered and thought at the same time. it was splattered across his face and you nearly pondered about leaving them here everyone would care about yangyang but not hendery— nykaurian and nelve. but one was a downright nykaurian so would it be different? or would he get the benefit of the doubt, just for being rich.

this is what you get for trying to fit in again. last month, your bikini got sucked up by a vacuum and you cried. it wasn't worth crying for but finding your tube top, half hanging out of a rumba was pretty agitating for a naked hungover woman in a room with unconscious male strippers in officer get-ups. now, you were dragging almost 130 pounds with both arms. thankfully, everyone was down stairs or on the balcony doing whatever the fuck or maybe some are bouncing in a bubble like jaemin. 

it was awful. 

sitting between two boys like an idiot. 

yangyang was slumped to the side; you didn't want to even bother to move his feet, just in case he would go flat on his back again and die under your supervision. hendery's body swayed too much so now his head was in your lap and mid-thought, a ruddy hand slid up your leg. it was weirdly warm but nowhere near clammy, it was pale and for sure, hendery’s.

his head slid up to your shoulder and he murmured something incoherent against your neck before his eyes fluttered shut. obviously, you thought he fell asleep again because of how his head lowered and leaned towards your awkwardly sweaty collar bone; but he kissed it. his pecks were gradually placed along the skin, you were absolutely terrorized. 

“hendery, you're high..” you tried pushing him up by his forehead, your shoulder jutting inward with every moment his weight leaned on you. hendery looked up at you with childish delight, that fuckass glint in his red eyes and that usual quirk to the corner of his lips. 

“high enough to fuck.” hendery concluded in a slur and grabbed your calf, swinging your right leg over to his right side. it was absolutely embarrassing as he tried to hoist you to straddle him but it worked out in the end. goosebumps rose and lingered where hendery's hands did. “the jumpsuit,” he looked up at you, his eyes gleaming like you were gold but to a california gold rush miner's eyes. “romper.” you got him back for interrupting you earlier and he let out that same squeaky laugh and purred, “I don't care, I want it off.”

hypothetically, you couldn't take it off because if yangyang suddenly arose from the ‘high dead’ then you would be running out, naked like the bikini-rumba incident. you still had his dried sick on you so it'll be reasonable to do so. a pleasurable tremor spread through your loins, your core clenched; the pad of hendery's thumb had pressed onto your clothed clit. the friction of the latex and the nylon of your panties aided hendery as his thumb rolled lazily over the bud, there was a stirring but it wasn't enough to bring you the high you wanted.

“that look–” what look? “THAT look.” he repeated feebly, oh.. yeah. in an attempt to read his mind back, you couldn't. it was just fuzzy and it made your skin crawl with another row of goosebumps. your eyelashes fluttered back at him again and his heart soared to the ceiling.

“you're stunning..” his hands engulfed your face and you whined, not from the initial contact but because the thumb that was at your swelling bud was now joined with the other; uncomfortably massaging your own eye bags. 

yours were caused from the hours you had to work to design and create billboard and city display advertisements for nykaurian pretty parties, restaurants, plastic surgeries to switch the nel in ‘nelve’ to new; your stomach crawled since you couldn't cringe at the moment. but hendery's were more prominent, probably from the hours of smoking, drugs, taking a toll on him in his early twenties. 

“I don't only do drugs, babe.. you know me!” he whined playfully but his eyebrows had an offended furrow. “I only do the natural shit—cough–either way..” he slid your thick strap to the edge of your shoulder then popped it back, you hissed and giggled at the thrilling sting. 

“you'll love me either way, won't you?” a knowing grin slid onto his face and everything he said after that was blurred. his thumb slid past your gusset’s outline and compressed your clit before ministrating teasing—borderline—agonizing circles. hendery pressed his thumb against your lips; your whimpers muffled into hushed whines as you felt his large hand moved to knead your ass. 

“prettiest thing i've ever seen..” hendery murmured. his eyes locked, mesmerized by the wetness forming on your panties’ crotch. your body tensed once you heard the familiar struggling of a belt and the slide of the leather through his jean loops. 

the sensuality was there.. until the orange hairball shuffled.

yangyang had obviously fallen back to sleep once he continued snoring, his body half off the muted lawson. hendery’s eyes flicked between your startled expression and a bit at your swollen lips and yangyang who snored softly. he read your discomfort through your face and obviously, your mind. he tried to diffuse the situation, “make it a threesome?” he dared you, a wicked glint in his eye.

it surely didn’t calm you down because you swore that when he whispered those four words, your knees almost buckled. well, someone fresh from an almost- od wouldn’t be up for a threesome but do drugs and alcohol enhance your nerves enough to be up and ready for a threesome? what even made you contemplate that. you freak.

shaking your head, hendery shrugged. it didn’t matter if yangyang witnessed the ordeal or not, it wasn’t like he was his friend; just an acquaintance, someone to be there for the moment. taking your distraction to yangyang as an advantage, his hand slipped from your ass to his cold zipper. 

he wouldn’t miss this moment for the world.

“fuck,” hendery thought and said simultaneously, he pulled back your panties to glimpse at your wetness. he swore that all the blood rushed right to his cock because he wasn’t thinking straight at all- from the second he grasped the base of his throbbing-nearly-exploding cock and once he heard your tiny mewl as he watched your slick folds engulf his cock. 

hendery bit his lip. maybe to conceal a moan but it was definitely a cry, you were- just taking it so well. it was like you were fit and trained to accommodate his cock or something- words couldn’t describe how fucking amazing you felt. “shit shit- don’t move” hendery strangled out, his hands preparing to grip your hips if you even budged. you seemed befuddled, your pupils dilated as you acknowledged the fact that you had a fucking cock inside of you.

“oh, hendery..” your eyes rolled shut, your hands splayed and braced on his thighs. managing just to lift yourself up near the tip of his cock was even difficult and being met with a pair of hazy irises and reddened scleras didn’t provide you the reprieve you needed. your slick slipped down to his base like a waterfall; his own pre-release caked up within her folds. 

hendery brought his calloused hand to the back of your neck, his head tilting once you willingly caught yourselves into a fervent kiss. his right bicep tensed as hendery finally wrapped his palm around your hip, keeping a steady rhythm. dazed too, you laid your head in the crane of his neck; the soft hums, groans and breaths that he took nearly lulled you to slumber.

his face was screwed up, he was taking it too slow for his liking but it was enough for now. his limbs were weak– he was just tired of everything but there was nothing to really be tired of so it was frustrating that he was just spiraling out of control over nothing. he just hated not being able to find the key to his problems; just not being in control spited him. 

maybe you were the control he needed so bad. but his mind disagreed, he wanted to get you over with. his hand roamed up and down your side before finding refuge at your hip again to fasten the pace a bit, you obliged immediately. “you’re.. fuck–” he breathed, looking down at your folds swallowing his cock and popping out with a bit more of sheen. with your stiff thighs quaking with every roll of your hips, he knew that you were close.

with that, hendery’s thrusts quickened to the point where he was pounding into you. you were left utterly speechless, your jaw went slack and you couldn’t do anything but stare at him wide-eyed like a fool. “hen-” the stirring in your abs finally unfurled, your legs shaking sporadically. your series of moans muffled from you baring your dorsal with your teeth and coincidentally, yangyang stirred for longer than usual and while he did so, hendery had pulled you by your wrist.

“hendery!” you mouthed it but it turned into a groan once he pinched your inner thigh, that aggravating whimsical expression from earlier plastered on his face once again. suspiciously, yangyang’s body was fully faced towards you two; specifically towards you.

“you’re so scary.. great first impression, hmm?” hendery’s laugh nearly bordered into a guffaw and him fucking his seed into you, yet so slowly, kept you on edge of the slumbering male just a few inches from your intertwined bodies. after looking around for another distraction or just a comeback to his joke, you found it and conveyed the conversation towards the red stitched slogan on his shirt. “welcome to the darkside?” it was a meek whisper but it still held its intentional play in it. 

“that’s so fucking corny.”

“but it’s true, welcome to the darkside.”

“whatever.” you tsked with a snort and a smile graced your lips. you pulled yourself off his cock and sighed at the loss and ugly feeling of his cock missing; kinda like it belonged there.. weirdly. once you got situated, your legs draped over hendery’s thigh and your head laid on a cushion positioned on yangyang’s thigh. hendery patted your thigh between intervals weakly like he got the best fuck of his life himself. 

the high of the moment dissipated slowly as you stared at the tv. the static lulling you to sleep, with aid of hendery’s soft babbling about nothing. it didn’t matter, it felt like nothing mattered with him.

staring up at yangyang, his breathing had changed like he was mocking the slower pattern of a sleeping person. for a minute, you scrutinized him and his rhythm stayed the same but something in your gut told you that he was aware. and as expected, hendery was too much in his own thoughts to realize your discovery. 

giggling to yourself lightly, you muttered “yangyang..” with a sly smile that rose at the corner of your lips. the male’s thigh tensing under your head, giving you the signal that he was. “fuck.” you breathed and let out a throaty laugh, so he heard and maybe peeped a look at everything.. didn’t he? well, duh.

yangyang’s head bobbed in a silent chuckle and he bit back his amusement. with a small flutter of his eyelashes, you finally got a glimpse of his warm brown irises that actually filled you with mirth.

“gosh– fuck you, yang.”