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[6:34pm] performing for his fans was exhausting, but he enjoyed it so much. making his fans happy made him happy. practice let out early enough for him to finally spend time with y/n. they’ve been together for over 2 whole years. his lips curved upwards immediately as he walked through the door to her apartment. even though they’ve been together for a couple of years, they both decided it was best for them not move in together. she understood he should stay with his members, and she should stay in her apartment to focus on her studies. she decided to do online classes for the fun of it. it wasn’t as stressful as others made it. hendery opened the door, immediately glancing around for y/n. she was laying on the couch, watching some cartoon. her eyes laid on his figure, her grin growing bigger as she quickly got up. they both stepped towards the other, immediately embracing each other.

“i’ve missed you so much,” he stated. his eyes glanced down at her lips. he leaned down to place a peck her lips. she grinned at him, while his lips curved upwards to a smirk. she was beaming at him, her lips crashing to his again.

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

SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

✧°, MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summary:You love praising your boyfriend about how funny he is all the time, but it seems like he's tired of it and is looking for other praise.

Warning:Smut, p in v

wc:1k

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You were sitting in the common room, joking around with the members. All the members were in the room and your boyfriend Hendery was right next to you, admiring your smile. "Y/n, who do you think is the most handsome member?" Yangyang smiled as he asked his provocative question. You looked at all the members and thought "Come on, you're all really attractive! Ten's eyes are so impressive, and Xiaojun's has that sharp jawline..." You continued to list one aspect of each member that you liked. "What about Hendery? What have you got to say about him?" You turned to your boyfriend, he continued to look at you with a smile. "Him? He's so funny, like he has a great sense of humor." As everyone agrees with this idea, Hendery's smile fades slightly and he looks away. Even if the subject changes, his mind is still on the same subject.

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It was late and everyone had dispersed to their rooms. You entered Hendery's room, saw him playing with his phone on the bed and lay down next to him. "What's my funny man doing?" He didn't look up from his phone, his voice was colder than usual towards you. "Fine." You lifted your head and looked at him. “Hey, are you okay?” He put his phone aside and looked at you for a moment, you watched in surprise as he positioned himself on top of you. "Wait- what are you doing?" He took off his shirt, you looked at his body with a gulp, still not understanding what was happening, he moved towards your neck and bit your earlobe. "Hendery.."

"Funny huh? What do I have to do to prove I'm more than that?" He back up, you looking at him, "Of course you're more than that, I...I just said what I like most about you, you've always been more than just your looks to me." He brushed his hair back with one hand and let out a breath. “I’m sorry, just for a moment... When you talk about how handsome the other members are, you say something different towards me..”

You reached out to his neck with one hand, pulled him closer to you and started kissing his lips. The kiss lasted longer than Hendery expected, when your tongue entered the kiss, he started caressing his whole body with his hand. He put it inside your shirt and started caressing your nipple, you squirmed in place. He stepped back for a moment to catch his breath. "What was that now?" you chuckled, causing him to laugh too. “I’m just helping my boyfriend so he'd understand he’s more than that. Now, can we continue?” he grinned. “The others are here too. You know that, right?”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly. "That's not what you said last time? Do I need to remind you of that, Hendery?" He laughed out loud and without waiting, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. Likewise, you threw your clothes randomly to the ground and stood on top of him. Hendery bit his lower lip and looked at your body shamelessly, reaching out his hand and starting from your neck, slowly moving down. He lingered on your breasts for a while, then moved down again, brought it to your pussy and lingered on your clit. “Oh fuck, is it that wet already?” He let out a deep moan as one finger slid inside you easily, then he pulled back and put his finger to his lips and licked it, grinning as he did so and never breaking eye contact. You swallowed hard, you needed to feel him right away.

He brought his hands to your hips and pulled you to him, you sat comfortably on his cock and took him inside you, covered your mouth with your hand, had a hard time not to moan. Hendery lifted his hips and straightened his position, he didn't take his hands off your hips and guided you, watching you take his cock inside you, oh this was the most beautiful sight he loved. You started moving slowly on him, being slow you could feel him fully entering you. Hendery pulled you closer to him, brushed your hair away from your face, and looked into your eyes for a moment before smiling. You continued to move your hips slowly, his hands caressing your hips, “Fuck Y/n, you’re so beautiful.”

You smiled slightly. “And you’re very good looking, I know I don’t tell you that much but- oh my god just looking at your face is enough to make me wet.” When you said that, he quickly changed places and took his place on top of you. He didn't wait and went in to your pussy harder, a curse came out of your mouth. "That's what I wanted to hear, what else are you hiding baby?" You started to whine as his cock slammed into your pussy, you did everything you could to prevent the members from hearing but you were both too focused on each other to think about that anymore. He never took his eyes off you, watching every reaction, how your mouth was slightly open and you moaned, how your body moved with every movement, your eyes filled with pleasure, he was completely in love with you.

It became harder to hold back as Hendery continued to hit your pleasure spot, "Please..too much.." His cock tightened inside you, your juices flowing out of your pussy, mixed together. Hendery felt himself getting closer, his hip movements became erratic, he didn't care about the other members of the house. "Yeah? Are you gonna cum, baby? Do it. Let the others know." you could barely open your eyes, Hendery leaned in closer and started kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself close as your stomach clenched. Your body finally relaxed and you came while Hendery was still kissing you, he muffled all your moans with the kiss. Pulled his dick out, stepped back and looked at you ruined, smirking "Hope you'll think twice before compliment me."

By the Moon

Kinktober Day 1 | Hendery Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: werewolf!Hendery, kinda dubious consent at first, stalking, hunter/prey, fingering, belly bulging, big!Hendery

length: 3,021 words

The forest was quiet and dark, but you knew it was useless. Neither the dark nor staying quiet to your best ability was going to protect you. You were being stalked by something equal parts beast and man.

First you’d seen him earlier in the day while you did your grocery shopping. He’d been at the meat counter, chatting with the butcher about certain cuts of meat while you waited nearby for your turn to ask about getting the freshest cuts of pork belly. You’d seen him again a short while later as you took your dog to the dog park; he’d leaned against the fence and watched the dogs scamper and bark and play with each other, though you later realized that they all veered away from the place he stood watch.

And then this evening, you’d gone out with friends to dinner and then out for drinks afterward. He’d been outside the restaurant, and the way that he scanned the area, his face tilted up into the wind, it reminded you of a predator hunting its prey, scenting the wind.

Lastly, you’d been drinking at the bar together with your friends when the man entered the place, and as soon as his eyes fell on you, the strangest sensation flooded through you — a deadly combination of fear and lust.

He was handsome, exactly your type. But undeniably there was something in his gaze that unsettled you. It was like he was looking for you.

Part of yourself was determined to believe that he wasn’t truly there because he was stalking you but rather because this is a small town and you just happen to be running into each other repeatedly. He waits across the bar, nursing a drink, watching whatever sports game is playing on the TVs, glancing your way sometimes, which you’re equally guilty of.

The true issue comes when you get up to go use the restroom. He rises to his feet as well. He’s watching you, gaze fixed, and as you walk hurriedly to the restroom in the back hall, he stalks across the opposite side of the room.

Instead of actually going into the restroom, you all but run along the hall, pushing out the back emergency exit door.

A few bar patrons stand around the back door smoking cigarettes, and you flee through the cloud of pungent smoke. You slip down the back alley, out onto the street.

Behind you, the smokers grumble loudly, and you glance back in time to see your handsome stalker stepping through the thick smoke that hangs stagnant in the air. His head turns to you.

You bolt.

Adrenaline has your heart racing, arms and legs pumping as you run down Main Street, as you turn down side streets, trying to put distance between you and the man hunting you.

Each time you risk a glance backwards, you see his shadow, his loping strides that are going to catch up to you sooner rather than later, so you turn towards the woods at the edge of town, certain that you’ll be able to lose him among the trees.

The full moon haunts you through the town's streets, casting long shadows and that shift in your peripheral, making you think he's caught up to you, urging you to move faster until finally you're under the cover of the woods at the edge of town.

You know he's prowling through the shadows, under the rattling branches limned in moonlight. Even once you're deep in the woods, far from the lights of town, you don't dare make a sound.

You crouch down in the deep shadow of a large cedar, clamp your hand over your mouth to quiet your panting breaths.

"Little bunny!" A rich, tantalizing voice rings through the trees, and you know without a doubt that it's him. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

You stay exactly where you are. Maybe if you stay still, stay silent, he'll stop looking.

As if he can read your mind, your hunter calls out, "I have no plans of stopping any time soon. I caught your scent earlier today, bunny." His voice moves through the trees as he searches for you. "I've followed you around town, watching you look my way as if you couldn't decide if I'm going to try to bed you or eat you."

Unbidden, the thoughts rise in your mind, born again by the dangerous combination of lust and fear. He's talking about eating you, and your only thought is of his head between your thighs, those pretty eyes you'd glimpsed earlier looking up at you while he eats you out, your back against the rough bark of this tree behind you.

"That's right, bunny," he says, "keep thinking about me. You smell so sweet, and even sweeter still when you're aroused."

What the fuck? You squeeze your thighs together.

"The moon is full tonight, sweetheart, and my senses are heightened." The hunter's voice rumbles, and you can hear the growl buried beneath. "Every change in your scent, every uptick of your heart rate, each time your breath catches when you imagine my tongue...."

You press your shoulders back against the tree trunk.

"Where are you imagining my tongue, bunny? Or are you fantasizing about my fingers wrapping around your pretty little throat?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, the fantasy playing out across your eyelids. You feel his phantom hand on your throat, the ghost of his tongue tracing the line of your jaw.

A warm breeze runs over your cheek, and when you open your eyes, a whimper falls from your lips.

The man -- no, surely a werewolf -- stands before you with golden eyes and a hungry smile. "I've got you, bunny. There's nowhere left to run."

He's even more handsome up close. His hair is silky black, his face carved from marble, and in the pursuit, his shirt has fallen open revealing his toned chest and abdomen. Everything about this man makes him the perfect enticement to draw you in as prey.

He crouches down in front of you, and you don't move even when he stretches out a hand, when he pinches a lock of your hair between his fingers. He leans in even closer, bringing the lock of hair to his nose, and he breathes in.

"Fuck, bunny, I've got to have you."

Again, a whimper falls from your lips. This time it's less from fear than it is from lust. You want him, even if he followed you out here, even if he scares you a bit.

Your hands tremble when you reach for the edges of his shirt, and his smile grows as you push at the material until it slides from his shoulders.

"I'm going to swallow you whole, bunny," he rasps, "But if we hurry before the moon reaches its zenith, I might let you go free after we're finished."

Overhead through the tree branches, you can make out the silvery orb climbing slowly higher in the sky.

The werewolf's nose touches your cheek. "Call me Hendery, sweetheart."

"Hendery," you sigh. His mouth brushes along your jaw, down your throat, and your last bits of fear holding you back dissolve into the night. He can do whatever he wants with you.

Hendery nips at your neck, drawing an involuntary moan from deep in your throat. You clutch at his exposed arms, sliding one palm up over the curve of his bicep, his shoulder, along the back of his neck until your fingers bury in his soft black hair. He kisses your throat, licking and sucking over your pulse point, winding you up like you're a music box that plays only the sound of your moans.

Hendery's fingers make quick work of your clothes -- untucking your top from your pants, unfastening the button and tugging down the zipper of your pants. He tears your shirt open, leaving it fluttering from your shoulders, exposing your bra.

You dig your nails into his skin, listening to the growl that rumbles through his chest. The sound does nothing but increase the pulse of heat between your legs.

"Hendery, please!" You whine, "Please, give it to me."

He draws his mouth away from your throat. His golden eyes gleam in the dark, and when he smiles, you swear his canines are sharper than they were before. "You want me to fuck you, bunny?"

"Yes, Hendery." And you mean it wholeheartedly, with your whole pussy, too.

The ground is damp, covered in dead leaves and sticks, and wet black soil sticks to your palms and your knees when Hendery suddenly flips you over and drags your hips up.

The rest of your shirt is torn away. He somehow managed to drag your pants down to your ankles in the same move. He fists a hand in your hair, draws the other down your spine -- your bra's clasp snaps, and you swear you feel the prickle of a claw just above your tailbone before your panties shred, leaving you entirely exposed to him.

"Perfect, bunny. Look at you, all wet and ready for my cock." Hendery all but purrs with satisfaction, and then he presses two fingers into your wet pussy without warning. "Fuck, your so soft and wet and warm, sweetheart. You smell even sweeter than I imagined."

You curl your fingers into the detritus of the forest floor, searching for something to hold onto reality with as Hendery pumps and curls his fingers inside you, immediately finding the spot inside you that makes your world spin.

You gasp, rocking your hips back, needing more and deeper.

Hendery lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, encouraging you with small sounds of delight and praises. He keeps moving his fingers just right to press against your G-spot, and it's not long before you can feel that tightening tingle in your belly, can feel your breath coming faster, your heart racing, every part of you anticipating the sweet release of your orgasm.

His fingers fall away, and you push back regardless with a cry.

Hendery chuckles, smacking his hand down on your bare ass. "Patience, bunny. You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you? What kind of wolf would I be if I didn't play with my food a little before I eat you?"

You look back over your shoulder at him just in time to watch Hendery pop his two fingers glistening with your wetness into his mouth. He sucks the taste of you from the digits, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors your flavor.

The moon sits high overhead, flooding silver light down through the trees. Hendery's definitely got some more canine characteristics now -- sharper teeth, his eyes even more golden and bloodshot, his nails are sharper and darker, hair is filling in on his chest.

He moans around his fingers, and then he's reaching back down to swipe his wet fingers between your legs again.

"Think you can really take my cock, bunny?" Hendery pushes his fingers back inside you, and your knees nearly buckle with relief. He doesn't even touch your clit, but you're not sure you need it when he's stroking the pads of his fingers over your G-spot. "The full moon is almost at its highest."

"Fuck me!" Your voice is a whine, a plea; you're begging him for his cock inside you.

You hear his pants unzipped, and you risk a glance back to see what's in store for you.

He's huge -- long and thick, uncut -- and suddenly you're wondering what you've gotten yourself into. Is he going to fit, truly? He's going to reach so deep inside you, deeper than anyone you've ever been with before.

"Hendery--"

"Tell me what you want, bunny. Tell me you need my cock." Hendery's golden eyes are fixed on yours. He pulls his fingers away from your needy pussy, putting both of his hands to work stroking his cock.

Your pussy is weeping, your body aching with the need to cum, and you just know that whatever else might happen, Hendery's massive cock is going to give you an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.

You don't even know what you really say, just that the words spill out of you, begging and pleading, crying about how much you need his cock, how big he is, how deep he's going to be, that you need him in your belly.

Hendery lays one hand against your hip, bruisingly tight as he pulls you back onto his cock. He slides right in, but the stretch is incredible, so tight around him that you nearly bite through your bottom lip to keep from crying out. But it feels just as good as you knew it would.

He keeps going deeper and deeper. Your toes curl when you feel you've reached your limit, when the pleasure borders on paint; your breath comes out in sharp bursts.

"That's it, bunny. You're taking me so well." Hendery's hand leaves your hip to slide beneath your chest, and he pulls you upright, guiding you up so your back is against his chest. "You're so tight around me, I feel like I'm in your belly. Look, sweetheart."

He buries his nose in your hair breathing in your scent while his hand drifts down from your chest, pausing to tease your nipples into sharp peaks, before he lowers his palm down to your belly.

"Look," he repeats, pressing his lips to your hair. "Look at what I'm doing to you, bunny. You're so filled with my cock, I can see myself in your belly."

You force your eyes open, looking down at his hand over your belly, the way that your belly is curving into his palm different than normal. As you watch, Hendery draws his hips back, his thick cock moving, and you watch the bump over your belly shrink a bit. He thrust back in, and holy shit, you feel his tip nudging so deep inside you but there it is, bulging out your belly.

Hendery's other hand flies back up to your chest, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his fingers while he pulls his hips back only to thrust back in again. Your thighs quiver, a taut string is all that's holding you together, and it winds tighter and tighter with each push and pull of his hips, each time he tweaks his fingers on your nipple.

"Good, bunny," he growls against your ear, "Taking my cock like you were made for it. I knew when I scented you this morning that you would be perfect for me." His teeth catch on your earlobe, pulling just as he pinches your nipple, just as he thrusts up against his palm through your belly.

The taut string inside you snaps, your orgasm ricochets through you, chaos reigning inside you for a few moments as the world goes black and silver, tingling and burning everywhere in the best possible way.

When your consciousness slides back into your body minutes or seconds later, Hendery's hand on your chest has risen to your throat, fingers placed exactly right. His other hand has slid to your hip, using it to brace you against him as he releases the last of his inhibitions, he releases the beast, fucking into you with wild abandon.

His cock is just so fucking enormous, pushing visibly against your belly, hitting every sweet spot inside you, it doesn't take long before a second orgasm is rocking through you again.

Hendery lowers you to the ground, the soft damp earth presses all along your front, but you don't even care as Hendery fucks you to his climax, fucking your hips into the ground. A third, final weak orgasm is what finally hooks Hendery, dragging him along for the wild ride.

He cums inside you, so deep inside you that you swear you can taste the bitterness of his cum on the back of your tongue. He presses his sweaty body against yours while your hearts race as one, breaths coming in sync.

It's misery when Hendery peels himself away from you a few minutes later, as he leaves you lying there naked in the mud, wishing that he was still warm and heavy along your back. You're exhausted, but part of you wants to welcome him back inside you, to do this all over again.

Long gone is the fear from earlier in the evening, replaced only with lust and longing for the werewolf.

When you eventually muster the strength to twist around onto your back, the full moon shines at the height of the sky, and a few feet away a sleek black wolf sits, staring at you with familiar golden eyes.

Hendery watches as you sit up, as you gather the scraps of your clothes, as you cast them aside as useless. You're about to get to your feet and just wander back through the forest naked, but that's when he moves. A black shadow at the corner of your eye, the wolf nudges a small mound of fabric that you soon realize are Hendery's discarded clothes.

You pick his shirt up. You slide it on, button it up, and you turn your nose against the collar to catch the heady scent that can only belong to Hendery -- like amber and oak, something a little more wild that you can't identify.

You sit back down, your back to the rough bark of the tree you'd hidden beside earlier. Hendery steps closer, the massive black wolf settling down against your legs, somewhat like a blanket in the increasingly cool night air, but also keeping you pinned in place.

There's not much of a choice in staying or leaving, not with a giant werewolf keeping you there, but maybe it's the right idea to stay here rather than wandering half-naked through the woods at night.

You'll wait here until the morning, by which point hopefully the werewolf will return to human form.

Maybe, now that he's had a taste of you by the moonlight he'd like a second taste in the pure light of day.

a/n: so here it is! day one of kinktober 2024! I'm not certain if I'm actually going to get around to doing every single day this month like I did in 2022 because I've also been re-editing the poly series and have some real life things that I should probably do, but I do have ideas to execute for almost every single day this month, so we'll see!

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !

NSFW Hendery as a sub

Last one woohoo, thanks all for reading this series, I plan to take a little break before starting the as a dom series but will still do a few reactions, Hendery coming at you with some nsfw. (Also happy 100th post yay!)

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- #2 freak, Hendery coming at you

- Honestly when you asked him how kinky he was he actually warned you beforehand

- His only hard limits are most of the extreme ones like cnc and blood but most other things he’s down for

- Loves to perform ayego for you, mostly when your sad as he knows it always makes you giggle but sometimes if he’s just feeling it

- Sometimes he will do it to try and get out of a punishment because he’s so freaky he loves when he’s being “punished” but if he’s really being punished then he doesn’t like it

- Things like being denied, sex bans or some time in a time out he really doesn’t enjoy but you know it’s the only effective thing because he loves spanks a little too much and enjoys certain types of pains

- Isn’t the biggest fan of service submission because he doesn’t like to clean but he likes other forms of service, you always offer your best rewards for when he does some service

- Calls you mommy because it feels so natural to him

- From time to time he likes to dabble in piss kink, another hard limit is drinking piss but he doesn’t mind holding it in when asked to and isn’t ashamed to piss himself in a bdsm scene

- Loves some good humiliation and even tho he knows he isn't actually “pitiful” or “bad at giving head”  it always somehow pushes him to be even better

- You might even deny him and claim that when he pissed himself it was the only kind of release he deserved, you can be quite evil hehe

- Most of the time tho you might feel bad that you were the only one who got to cum so most o the time you do let him cum but the rule is you have to first

- Always asks before he cums like a good boy, was already pre trained from his previous dom

- At the end of it all you'll reassure him that all you said during the scene wasn't true and it always brings a smile to his face

- Praise is the best kind of aftercare for a humiliation based scene because they are opposites

- Might set the mood with some sexy dancing, but usually it ends up with him laughing because he wonders if he looks weird or not

- Prefers to go out, thinks staying at home is kinda boring

- A night out dancing with you then a midnight dessert run is the perfect way to spend a night

- You love to share an ice-cream together and playfully feed each other

- On the rare chance Hendery wants to stay in or you ask to stay in he loves to get competitive in a game of strip charades, whoever looses takes off a piece of clothing

- You laugh at him at first for suggesting it but then start drooling when Hendery’s abs come out and silently thank him for suggesting it

- Overall Hendery is your freaky baby boy but also your loveable baby boy

As a sub series

Taeil / Johnny / Taeyong / Kun / Yuta / Doyoung / Ten / WinWin / Jaehyun / Jungwoo / Lucas / Mark / Xiaojun / Haechan / YangYang

NCT members who I think have a Dumbification kink

This list includes: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, Hendery, Renjun, Jaemin, Haechan, Shotaro, Chenle and Jisung

❃ Taeil

Taeil was shocked himself when he realised he had this kink, he only knew he did the day you completely unraveled in front of him, tears falling from your eyes, nails digging into his arms and constant whines and whimpers leaving your lips. He slowed down to see if you were okay but it only made you more of a mess, but the second he saw you struggling to tell him to keep going was the second he realised how much he loved that side of you.

You were cock drunk, nothing could have made you feel the way Taeil’s cock did. The way he drilled his cock into you made your whole body shake, your eyes struggling to stay opens a few stray tears fell from them. “My sweet baby is all fucked out isnt she?” His tone was soft, it was a complete contrast to how he was treasure your body in that moment “Bet she can’t think of anything other than my cock”

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❃ Yuta

Yuta is as sadistic as a man can get, even if you’re fucked out of your mind he’ll still fuck with you. He’ll do anything he can to make you struggle, seeing you with teary eyes and shaky legs is one of his favourite sights and he just can’t get enough of it.

“You wanted it so now you have to do it yourself” Yuta’s eyes flickered down to your body, his hands resting behind his head as he watched you ride him, your hands on his chest to try to steady yourself but it wasn’t working, you were a wreck. “Besides, how am I meant to know you’re struggling if you can’t tell me” You parted your lips to speak but all that came out was a shaky moan, your hips grinding against his as by now your legs had given out and it’s all you could do to see feel him move inside of you “Silly girl thinking I would help you, I guess you really are cock dumb”

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❃ Doyoung

Evil was one thing, but Doyoung was far past the bar that was set. He has the most sinful obsession with your whines, especially the ones you make when you can’t get anything else out. The desperation and need that is held behind them makes him laugh, he could never understand how someone so sweet could be so cock obsessed.

“Would you be embarrassed if someone saw you right now? Crying over how much you love my cock” You whomped at his words, his cock pressing deeper inside of you with every sharp thrust “Maybe I should invite some people over so they can see the real you, I know how much you would enjoy that” It would be embarrassing, but you also couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him to fuck you silly in front of his friends and the way you clenched around him only proved his point to him. He laughed “Tell me who you want and I’ll let them sit in one time, I’d love for my friends to know how you’d do anything for me to fuck you”

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❃ Jaehyun

Jaehyun is a relatively simple man, he likes to fuck whenever he can but one thing that really gets him isn your ass. He knows when you want him, the way you wear shorter skirts or nothing under his shirts so you can bend over to pick something up right in front of him. Those are the times he ends up fucking you stupid.

Jaehyun’s hands held your waist as he fucked you, pressing the front of your body against the wall as he had your skirt push up your body and your panties to the side. You couldn’t even begin to create any single thought in your head, you were so taken by the pleasure, you were a mess. “You always so this” You shivered at his voice, his lips right next to your ear “Always wearing such slutty things around me, I know this was your plan, I know you wanted me to do this so I could feed you my cock, you need it to survive don’t you? Whore”

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❃ Winwin

Winwin had control over you that he would never give to anyone else, he couldn’t count how many times he’d came to the memories of you being so sweet and ready to do anything for him. He was weak for the way all you could focus on was his cock, the way you didn’t care about any of your surroundings when you wanted him. It made him laugh thinking about it.

“It’s cute how willing you are to give everything up to get fucked” His lewd words only increased the intensity of the fire that was burning inside of you “Always so cute when your eyes roll to the back of your head when I ask you a question, it’s like your searching for answers that you know you’re not going to get because there’s nothing in their but thoughts about getting fucked”

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❃ Hendery

He finds it endearing when you try to distract him when he’s doing things, especially when he knows you only want his attention so he’ll fuck you. It’s entertaining to him that you’re prepared to get his attention just so he’ll give you what you want. But it’s never that easy, after you get your attention you’ll think he’s going to give you exactly what you want, but of course that doesn’t happen.

“Stay still” Hendery’s fingers moved across his keyboard as he typed something on his computer, you whined into his neck as you sat on his cock. You had thought that you had won, that you were going to get what you craved so desperately but that didn’t happen. At first he let you fuck yourself on his cock whilst he worked but once he noticed how fucked out you had gotten he made you stop, liking the way you tried to subtle grind your hips against him and whined into his neck. “If you keep moving angel I won’t fuck you at all and I know how heartbreaking that would be for you”

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❃ Renjun

Renjun is harder to read than the others, you can never be sure of what his next move is. When he has you with your face pressed into the mattress you can always guess that he’ll fuck you like that until he’s satisfied but it doesn’t always work out the way you expect. He has a thing for fucking you dumb and then out of no where making you do the work.

You whined as Renjun’s hips stilled, you could hear him laugh as you tried to lift up to look at him behind you, but he stopped you by pressing your face back against the mattress “No, you’re gonna fuck yourself back against me and show me why you deserve it” Your breathing was shaky but your movements were desperate, you wanted him to know how badly you wanted him and evidently it worked “such a cock drunk slut”

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❃ Jaemin

One word. Obsessed. Nothing quite gets to Jaemin the way fucking you dumb does, simply having you under him losing your mind just makes him want to ruin you even more. He often uses it with fake sympathy, something about giving you the false security that you actually believe makes him feel powerful. Jaemin enjoys feelings as if he has power over you and during those nights he knows that he does.

“Too much baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?” Jaemin said, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he laughed at you nodding. “No baby, you can take it, I can feel how eagerly you’re sucking me in” You whined at his words, Jaemin only smiled more at your struggle to react. “If you want me to be gentle you have to tell me, verbally” He was mean, but you both were well aware that the last thing you wanted was for him to be gentle with you, even with how brain dead you felt you still knew you wanted to him to take you like this. “Sweet baby too cock desperate to reply, I always knew you loved to be fucked silly”

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❃ Haechan

Haechans favourite thing is fucking you dumb, having you so fucked out and drunk on his cock and he will never hide his adoration for it. He likes to degrade you, that’s his way of showing how much he’s enjoying himself, throws in the filthiest words whilst fucking you. He thinks the shock of your face is the best way to see you begin to crumble under him.

“It seems like the only thing you use to think is your dumb cunt, too focused on thinking about my cock whilst we were around my friends. Are you embarrassed? If I were in your position I’d be embarrassed” Of course he would be, but there’s a reason you’re in the position instead of him. “I should probably train you to be less reliant on my cock to satisfy you but, I like the way you’re slowly turning into my toy, so stupid and desperate for my cock”

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❃ Shotaro

Given his soft outer nature, not everyone would expect for Shotaro to be into something so crude and intense and he likes it like that. He likes it especially when he gets to see the shock form on your face with how rough he can get with you. He is big on your reactions being the thing to tell him how quickly you’re sinking, the way your eyes close and your lips part, how nothing but strings of whines and moans leave you whilst you dig your nails into his skin. He wants to have you so fucked out that the only way you can communicate with him is through physical signs.

Shotaro’s eyes were focused on your face, you felt yourself begin to unravel under his gaze. His hips not faltering as your breath got caught in your throat. “Do you want to cum?” You moaned at his question, trying to speak but nothing else coming out, he laughed “of course you, dumb little things like you only ever have one thing on their mind”

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❃ Chenle

Chenle is mean, he likes being mean. He likes to watch your face fall when you think he’s going to give you what you want, and the panic on your face when he slows down or stops what he’s doing and tells you to beg. He’ll purposely tell you to do it knowing you’re going to struggle to speak to him, seeing you struggling is one of his favourite sights. Seeing you such a wreck tends to make him rougher too, he just can’t help himself but do everything in his power to leave you completely ruined.

“Awh, too much for you baby? I thought you could take me? You’ve done it so many times before” His cock stretched always stretched you out so well, the stretch alone was enough to completely shut off your brain “Girls like you deserve to get fucked like this, you love it how I can take away all your independence with just my cock, so pathetic and sweet of you”

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❃ Jisung

Jisung likes things that fuel his ego and fucking you dumb is one thing that really inflates his ego. He’s so attentive when he watches you, wants to see the exact moment that you fall apart because of him. There’s something so beautiful about the way you can barely speak anything but his name, the way it comes from your lips in such a beautiful melody too, he’s obsessed.

“Look at me” He only said it because he knew you could barely open your eyes. “If you don’t look at me I’ll stop” You panicked at his threat, your eyes barely opened for a second before they had closed again, the way he was fucking you had you struggling to control yourself. You felt his hand grab your chin, your eyes shot open when his hips slowed down “I know you want to be fucked silly doll, but do I really have to walk you through everything? Are you that dumb that you can’t do anything by yourself, hm?”