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Brief Description: You told him you were just a fan. But behind closed doors? You were obsessed—saving every fancam, moaning his name into your pillow, and running a secret fan account filled with god knows what. Haechan never suspected a thing… until he came home early and found it all. And now that he knows what you really are?

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breakup sex with haechan😼

haechan x reader. smut drabble.

“don’t close your fucking legs,” haechan lets out in a stern voice, a tone that makes you let out a whimper. pressing his fingers to both sides of your mouth, he squeezes your face harshly before sticking his fingers deep into your mouth. “and put that fucking pretty mouth of yours to use.”

he doesn’t wait for you to comply, finding his own pleasure in watching the way you gaze glosses over, at the way you don’t fight him.

“there, pretty girl. you’ll always be mine even when you have that fucking mouth that pisses me off.”

you hum against his digits to focused on the feeling of him feeling you up. he’s not your boyfriend anymore, you know that. still, you find yourself sucking at his fingers, watching how even after everything he looks at you in awe as you let your mouth work around his fingers. you want to please him just to feel him close to you again.

you feel content at the feeling of haechan ramming himself inside of you, the sound of skin hitting and your juices making filthy sounds have you clench around his dick, a feeling you know he loves. you feel every twitch his cock makes as it hits your walls over and over again. the sound of haechan’s groans and your whines have you reaching for your own chest, playing with your boobs, knowing how haechan loves the sight of you playing with yourself as he has his way with you. his eyes scan you as you continue to wet his fingers and massages your own boobs. the sounds you’re making he swears he could never find anywhere else or with anyone else.

he decides to push your legs further into you, letting him have deeper access into you. you let a whimper, gripping the sheets around you. he makes you feel so full, so good, so his.

haechan doesn’t stop his relentless thrusts into you. you feel so much deeper now, so wet.

“yeah,” he says as he moves his fingers away from your mouth, gripping your thighs and pushing them farther into you, “now you don’t know what to say, huh?”

he continues to look at your fucked expression, how you can’t even seem to form a thought as your eyes close. he’s not slowing down. he’s not letting you catch your breath. on instinct, your body naturally begins to pull away, only for haechan to dig his fingers deeper into your skin and pull you closer to him.

“no, baby,” he starts, leaning down farther to press your lower body and his chest completely against you, “you know better than that.” his right hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining as he ruts himself into you. the gesture feels so intimate from the man he’s being right now.

you let out a cry as he presses every part of himself farther into you. he digs his face into your neck, licking you all the way from your collarbone your jaw before he digs his teeth in. you whimper in his ear and feel as his pace increases and his breathing becomes shorter. you couldn’t think of what to say, couldn’t think of another smart comment to make about how much annoyed you, how you couldn’t stand his smart mouth either. all you had wanted was to come back to grab the rest of your things. now you’re under him, chasing a high you know only he can give you.

lifting his head up to face you, he starts again.“hey,” haechan says, grabbing your face harshly once more and pressing your fingers hard on both cheeks, “you’re mine, right? my dirty girl?” yet, he’s not asking, he knows the answer.

haechan sees the glint in your eyes, the one he had grown to know after the time the two of you had dated. he can see the joke forming in your thoughts. he can see how funny you think you’d be if you said no.

he pulls himself out of you and before you can react, he flipped you over. “wrong answer, baby.”

he pulls your ass up into the air, and without warning, he going back to slamming his length into you. you let out a loud groan before he reaches for your hair, pull you closer towards him. “i fucking miss you, and this is how you’re gonna treat me?”

you still don’t say anything, which only causes him to pull you back further as he presses his chest into your back. he wraps his arm against your neck, determined to get an response out of you, “answer me.”

the overwhelming sensation of him filling you up was only amplified as he starts to cut off your breathing. you can’t think straight. not when he’s fucking you at the pace he knows you like. but, you know you have to answer. you know what he’ll do if you don’t.

“y-yes, hyuck.”

“yes what?” he slows his pace down, grabbing your ass as he watches you chase him by jutting yourself towards him again.

“please.”

“if you don’t use your words, i’ll keep your here all night. you’ll be crying, begging for me to let you cum.” he brings his hand down to your ass, slapping it. “yes what?”

your ass perks out at the gesture. letting out a shaking breathe, your arms start to shake as they hoist you into your position. your breathing is starting to shallow. because no matter how good he fucks you, he knows how to undo you with just words too.

“i’m yours. just yours. use me, baby. please.”

not wasting another second, haechan slips himself easily back into you. you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as he continues to fuck you, claim you. he leans down further to kiss at your back, loving the feeling of his action causing shivers to run down your entire body.

“that’s right, pretty girl. you’re mine to use. mine to ruin.” he changes his angle and his pace, finding that sweet spot inside you. you don’t know what to say anymore as you feel those tears start feeling your eyes, tears only he knows how to form. “i know you too fucking well to let anyone else fuck this hole that belongs to me.”

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His #1 Fan - Haechan

Pairing:  !idol! Haechan x perv loser fangirl! gf! reader

Genre: idol! au, smut

Synopsis: You told him you were just a fan. But behind closed doors? You were obsessed—saving every fancam, moaning his name into your pillow, and running a secret fan account filled with god knows what. Haechan never suspected a thing… until he came home early and found it all. And now that he knows what you really are?

A pervert.

 Warnings: smut. !mean/hard dom! haechan, loser/perv sub!reader, reader has an unhealthy obsession with him and is lowkey creepy at times… mutual masturbation, phone sex?, size kink,  oral (giving), fingering (receiving), sex toy use, pillow humping, HEAVY humiliation and degradation, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 5.4k words

A/N: Fair warning—this fic is pretty disturbing, and if you’re not comfortable with any of the tags above, please refrain from reading. This one’s way more intense than most of what I’ve written before.

Also, sorry for disappearing for months… I had zero motivation to write until now!!

AND I did not forget about the NCT prompt requests!! A bunch of them are still in the works, so keep an eye out

You were a fan first. Always.

You’d been following Haechan for years. Not casually. Not like one of those girls who watches a few stages and thinks she’s obsessed because she knows his birthday and blood type. No. You were deep into it. Sick with it. You're the kind of fan people make callout threads about.

You studied him.

Every stage outfit—categorized by tour, color scheme, and accessory. Every fancam—even the shaky, blurry 360p ones where the mic check overshadowed his voice—downloaded, backed up, renamed, and stored in folders sorted by era, hair color, etc. You had tags for expressions like his smirks or lip bites. Livestreams were recorded the second they went up, even the ones that got deleted halfway through. You had them saved forever.

You had clips titled things like "his moan???" and “rude ass stare.mp4.” You watched them on loop. 

You came to them.

At first, you told yourself it wasn’t that bad. You weren’t trying to date him. You didn’t want to be his girlfriend. You wanted to be fucked. Used.

You wanted to be some stupid little fan he could bend over the edge of a hotel bed and ruin—nothing but a warm hole to fuck until your throat was raw from moaning and your legs were too weak to stand. 

Your private account—@haebrainrot606—was the place where you said all the shit you’d never admit aloud.

he laughs like he knows i’d let him use my throat if he asked

i just know he gives the craziest head i want his face shoved in between my legs

i want to make a mess on his thigh and ride it till i cry

The tweet that went viral wasn’t even your worst one.

i want him to ignore me while he jerks off. just use my mouth. don’t even look at me

15k likes.. People were going crazy in the replies. No one knew who you were. You never posted your face. But your followers? They knew. They understood. They were sick just like you. 

You weren’t a fan.

You were a pervert.

And you were fine with that.

Until it stopped being a fantasy.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. You were working some nothing backstage job at a music show—wrangling cables, keeping your head down, trying not to get caught staring. You tried not to stare too hard when he walked by. 

But he saw you.

He looked at you.

Really looked.

He asked for your name, then asked if you were free that weekend—and you said yes, way too quickly. You went out that weekend, nervous as hell, trying not to shake through the whole thing. You lied—told him you liked his group, but that you weren’t really into K-pop like that. You tried to act cool, like you weren’t always imagining him bending you over in one of the backstage closets and fucking you raw.

He honestly thought you were cute.

You started dating not long after.

Nobody knew. Not the fans. Not your friends. Not your mutuals on Twitter who’d die if they found out the girl thirst-tweeting about getting face-fucked by Haechan was actually dating him.

He didn’t know either.

Not about the account. Not about the folder on your phone marked simply “H.” Not about the screenshots of his hands or the dozens of clips of his hips during choreography. Not about the draft in your Notes app describing him bending you over his kitchen table and muttering, “Don’t fucking speak unless it’s to beg.”

He didn’t know you got off to them. Regularly.

He had no idea you watched his fancams with a vibrator pressed to your cunt. That sometimes you got so high on him, you ignored his texts just to ride your own hand through another orgasm.

He thought you were shy.

He thought you were sweet. Innocent.

He thought you missed him when he went on tour because you loved him.

You did. That part was true.

But you also missed the weight of his cock on your tongue. The way he grunted when you gagged around him. The way he groaned—low and casual, like he didn’t even realize it.  You missed how sometimes—just sometimes—he’d look at you while you were on your knees like you’d pissed him off, like he was two seconds away from saying ‘shut the fuck up and take it.’

You missed that look.

You loved him so much it made you sick. Loved the way he touched you like you were breakable. Like he was holding back. Loved the weight of his body over yours, slow and deep, fucking the air from your lungs one thrust at a time.

You wanted him to know.

You wanted to show him the account. Scroll through every tweet. Every draft. Every voice note of his moaning that you looped until your thighs were slick and your sheets were ruined.

You wanted him to snap.

You were soaking, just thinking about it.

His hoodie clung to your skin, black and oversized, still heavy with his cologne. You had your vibrator in one hand, your phone in the other. Fancam loaded. Volume low.

You rolled onto your stomach, shoved a pillow under your hips, and tucked the vibe against your clit.

You were already wet. The second it pulsed, your breath stuttered. The buzz vibrated through your spine, soft and relentless. Your hips rolled down into it, desperate for pressure, for anything.

The screen showed him on stage—sweat-soaked, hair messy, jean jacket clinging to his shoulders. He was practically fucking the air, like the audience wasn’t even there—like the lights, the screams, none of it mattered. His eyes stayed locked straight ahead, jaw clenched, hips grinding with that same brutal rhythm, like he was already inside someone. Like he knew you were out there, watching him lose control—and wishing it was you he was doing it to.

And God, his face. That smirk. Those eyes.

You pressed the vibe harder.

Your moan slipped out soft and broken. Your thighs clenched. You moved against it, slow and messy, your slick coating the pillow underneath you. You didn’t care. Your body was already curling, every nerve drawn tight.

“Fuck…”

The moan echoed through your room, quiet but desperate.

Your mind filled with his voice—imaginary, yet it felt so real

“You’re really humping a pillow, baby?”

You gasped. Your hips bucked. Your hands twisted in the sheets.

“You get off to me like this every night, huh?”

You did.

And you were so close.

“Fucking pathetic.”

You came fast and hard—legs twitching, hips jerking, body trembling.

But the shame didn’t stick.

Because you weren’t done.

You didn’t want to be done.

You turned the vibe higher. Pressed it back against your clit.

You were sobbing. Moaning through it. Guttural, aching sounds you couldn’t even bite back.

You couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe.

And then—

Your phone rang.

Your whole body jerked. The vibrator still buzzed mercilessly against your clit.

Caller ID lit up the screen.

Haechan ♥️

Your heart dropped. Your brain fried.

You stared. You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

And then you answered.

“Hi,” you gasped, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

Silence.

A pause.

Then his voice came through the line, low and smug, and knowing.

“You sound fucked out already.”

You choked on air.

“That for me?”

You whimpered. A sound so broken it wasn’t even a word.

He laughed.

And that was when you realized—he knew.

“Jesus, baby,” Haechan said, voice soaked in disbelief. “You miss me that bad?”

You nodded before you remembered he couldn’t see you. Tried to speak, but your throat clenched around the sound. The vibrator was still humming against your swollen clit—slow, cruel pulses dragging you up and down the edge like it had all the time in the world to make you suffer.

“What are you doing right now?” His voice dropped, smoother and a little darker now. “Tell me.”

You couldn’t. You couldn’t even breathe, let alone form words. Shame burned through your face, your chest, all the way down to your trembling thighs.

He clicked his tongue—sharp, almost condescending.

“Oh my god. Are you actually touching yourself right now?”

The orgasm that had been teasing at your spine flared hotter.

“I didn’t think you were serious. You really can’t help yourself, huh?” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Bet you’ve been humping that sad little pillow of yours like it’s my thigh.”

You choked on a moan.

He heard it.

“Aw, baby. You’re so fucking gross.”

He wasn’t mad. That was the worst part. He sounded fond and weirdly amused. Like the whole thing was endearing—your soaked sheets, your ruined underwear, your whimpers breaking apart in the back of your throat.

“You got the vibe still on?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you gasped. “Still—still on—”

“How long have you been like this?”

You had to think. Or maybe just lie.

“An h-hour?” It came out small. Shaky. Fragile.

He exhaled through a soft laugh—dark, amused, and just a little breathless.

“Jesus Christ.” A pause. “Did you cum already?”

You hesitated.

“…Twice.”

His groan bled into the speaker. It was quiet, low, and raw. It sounded like it had slipped past his teeth before he could hold it back.

“Fuck. You’re obsessed.”

You whimpered again, full-body tremble, everything clenched and aching and tight.

“Say it,” he said, voice cutting like a blade between your ribs. “Say what you want.”

You wanted to tell him you’d been jerking off to his fancams, but instead, you just said, “I want you to use me,” the words spilling out all at once, your voice cracking. “I want you to know how desperate I am. Please, Haechan, I want to be yours, I want—”

Your breath caught in your throat. The vibrator ground against your clit like it wanted to break you, and your whole body tensed with a cry.

“Keep going,” he breathed. “Let me hear you, baby.”

You didn’t know what you were saying anymore. It poured out of you—shameless and breathless.

“I think about your dick every night. I dream about your voice, your fingers, the way you fuck—rough, mean, fast—I want you to choke me—”

You screamed as it hit you.

Your orgasm exploded through your spine, brutal and unstoppable. You bit your own arm to keep from sobbing out loud. Your legs locked up, your hips twitched, and your cunt throbbed around nothing, dripping slick down your thighs and into the ruined pillow beneath you.

The vibrator kept buzzing.

Too much.

You clawed at it, yanked it away with shaky fingers, body twitching uncontrollably. You were soaked. The pillow beneath you was drenched. You couldn’t see straight and your vision blurred,

He was still on the line.

You heard him breathing slowly and steadily.

“…Are you okay?” he asked finally, voice wrecked. Like he’d been jerking off the whole time and was pretending not to.

You nodded, then laughed, the sound breaking apart halfway through.

“No,” you exclaimed. “I’m fucking exhausted now.”

He let out a breathy laugh at your response; he found it cute—how easily you fell apart, how quickly you turned into a desperate, needy mess just for him.

“I’m coming home in two days, by the way,” he said, tone soft but heavy, like a warning, like a promise.

You swallowed hard.

“You better be ready.”

You weren’t.

Not even close.

Two days later, he didn’t knock.

No warning. No text. No call.

He just walked in.

You were curled up in his bed, legs folded beneath you, phone glowing in your hand, face buried in his pillow like you were trying to smother yourself with the scent of him.

The same video played on your screen. The one you’d watched too many times. Him in the clear box. Sweating, smirking, thrusting so deep into the air it felt personal. The volume was too high. His voice filled the room—hot and arrogant and cocky—and you were too far gone to notice the door.

But you heard his voice in real time. 

“What the fuck is this?”

Your blood ran cold.

You turned slowly. Almost robotically. Like maybe if you didn’t move too fast, you could lie your way out of it.

He stood in the doorway. Still. Calm.

Too calm.

His eyes tracked everything— your flustered expression, your soaked panties half-pulled down your thighs, the spent vibrator glowing faintly at your side. And your phone. Playing him.

You moved too late.

He was already crossing the room, grabbing the phone out of your hand. You didn’t even have time to blink.

He saw everything.

The tweets. The clips. The saved voice notes. The smut drafts in your Notes app.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

His thumb flicked across your screen.

Then he read one out loud.

“‘I want to be manhandled by Haechan so bad.’” His gaze snapped up. “Wow.”

You opened your mouth.

Nothing came out.

He scrolled again.

“‘I want him to use me so bad I don’t give a fuck anymore.’” His head tilted slightly. He looked almost impressed. 

“Damn, baby.”

You scrambled. “It’s not—I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?” he cut in, voice sharp now. “Didn’t think I’d find out?”

You fell silent.

He laughed. A single, low sound, cold and amused.

“All this time,” he said, stepping closer, eyes scanning your face like you were something he didn’t quite recognize. “You’ve been getting off to me in secret. Watching me over and over, like my fancams were made to feed your obsession. Lying to my face. Playing innocent.”

He stepped closer, phone still in his hand, and you instinctively backed up against the headboard.

“You’ve been jerking off to me like a fucking pervert. Fucking your pillow like a bitch in heat. Did you even want me, or did you just want to get off?”

You whimpered. Shook your head. But it was useless.

He was already reaching for you, already grabbing your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks until your lips parted with a soft gasp.

“You’re fucking lucky I like you.”

Then he climbed onto the bed, knees pinning your thighs down, eyes flashing with something darker than desire.

You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes stayed down, body trembling like it knew what was coming.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely a thread.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, dark amusement curling through every syllable. “You’re gonna be.”

He dropped your phone onto the bed with a loud, deliberate thud—screen still lit, still open to your account—and you flinched like it’d struck you.

Then his hand was on you.

Fingers curled under your chin, rough and possessive, tilting your face up until you couldn’t look anywhere but him. His grip was firm, his eyes burning with something far beyond anger.

“You ever think about telling me?”

All you could do was swallow hard; your throat tightened, and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him.

“You were gonna take that little account to the grave, huh?”

Still nothing.

He scoffed, like he already knew. Like he’d already read every tweet, every caption, every sick little reply.

And then—without warning—he yanked his hoodie off your body. The fabric dragged across your skin as you gasped, arms instinctively crossing over your chest like you could shield yourself from his gaze.

Pointless.

You were bare underneath. Exposed.

He looked at you slowly as if he was analyzing you.

And everything in his face changed.

His anger didn’t even go away. It just shifted into something colder, hungrier. His eyes darkened, dragging slowly and deliberately down the length of your body, lingering at the subtle twitch of your thighs. His gaze caught where your slick had already started to spill, glistening at your swollen cunt—leaking like you were begging without words.

 He looked at you like it was the first time—like he was finally seeing you the way you’ve always seen yourself.

“You were jerking off to me just now, weren’t you?” he asked, voice low, deadly calm.

Your face burned. “Y-Yes.”

He didn’t even blink. “You’re sick.”

You nodded. “I know.”

He stepped closer, closing the space between you in one stride. One hand reached for the back of your neck, gripping tight, fingers splayed wide, ownership in his touch.

“You’ve been jerking off to me every night like some pathetic loser,” he growled, pulling you close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. “You moan into your pillows while touching yourself to the thought of me. You even write your dirty little fanfics and tweet things you’d never dare say to my face—still acting like you’re not already mine.”

“But I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. “I’m not done.”

You shut it.

His eyes dropped again, scanning your trembling thighs, the way your fingers twitched at your sides. The way your body was begging without saying a word.

“You couldn’t wait two days?” he muttered. “Two fucking days without touching yourself like a slut?”

You shook your head, barely breathing.

A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“No self-control,” he whispered.

His hand drifted from your throat, down over your chest, between the curve of your tits, across your stomach, slow enough to make you tremble.

“You like this,” he said. “Being caught? Being humiliated?”

You opened your mouth to answer.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“…Yes,” you whispered, throat tight. “I do.”

His fingers skimmed your thighs, teasing the inside, not touching where you needed him—just grazing, just letting you squirm.

“Now you’re gonna sit here,” he said, voice rough. “And you’re gonna watch me go through that little fan account of yours. Every tweet. Every thread. Every disgusting thought you’ve had about my dick.”

You nodded quickly, breath hitching.

The second he told you to drop—you did. Your knees hit the floor like it was second nature to you.

He didn’t waste time.

Didn’t even look at you for long. Just unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out—hard, angry-looking, flushed to the tip like it took every tweet personally.

“Open,” he ordered.

You opened your mouth, and he shoved his cock past your lips without hesitation. No warm-up, no mercy. Just thick, heavy weight pushing into your throat like you were nothing but a hole to fuck. You choked immediately, lips stretching wide, spit spilling down your chin.

Both hands tangled in your hair as he held your head in place. Then he started to move.

“Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you tweet about it.”

You gagged, eyes watering. You tried to keep up—to breathe through your nose, relax your throat—but he didn’t give you the chance. He used you. Fucked into your mouth like he owned it.

When your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, he chuckled darkly.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” he muttered, pulling you back just far enough to watch the spit stretch from your lips to his cock. “You like this. You like being used.”

You nodded, tears sliding down your cheeks, spit dripping down to your chest. You were shaking.

“It’s pathetic.”

He shoved your head down again, and you took it. Gagged, swallowed around it. And he still didn’t stop.

He grabbed your phone with one hand and started scrolling again—Like your sobbing throat and strangled gags were nothing more than background noise to him, just his new favorite sound.

Your head already bobbing, spit-slick and twitching from every shove, every taunting roll of his hips like he was trying to bruise your esophagus on purpose. He had one hand tangled in your hair, the other casually lifting your phone, thumb swiping upward as if your tears pooling down his thighs weren’t even worth acknowledgment.

"Oh, what’s this one say?" he mused, even as you spluttered, spit bubbling around his shaft. He tilted the phone slightly, screen lighting his cheek with that faint glow. 

"'If he looked at me like that we’re fucking in that box in front of everyone I don't give af.'"

He barked a laugh and shoved his hips forward—not hard, just deep, intentional, burying himself until your throat was full of him and nothing else. Until your nose was pressed up against his happy trail and your eyes blurred with tears.

"Did you actually tweet this? " he taunted, holding the phone up, showing you the exact fancam—the fancam that you came to so many times.—paused right on that moment. His own eyes staring into the camera, pupils dark, jaw tight, every muscle in his body glistening in that glass box during that impossible performance. He hadn’t broken eye contact once with the lens, and you knew it. You’d watched it a hundred times. You tweeted about it.

He thrust again and your whole body jolted, a garbled whimper dragging out of your chest as he tapped the screen, watching himself lock eyes with the camera. With you. Over and over. That same unrelenting stare.

"Fucking in that box in front of everyone, huh?" he repeated, half-laughing now, breathless from how tight your throat clamped down when he quoted you. “God, you’re such a slut… wanting me to fuck you in front of all those people.”

You tried to breathe, tried to speak, but he just rocked into your mouth again, harder this time, making your shoulders hitch and your lungs beg. The phone was still in his hand, still glowing, still showing the loop of him staring into your soul.

“Bet you only said that so everyone would know I belong to you.”

God, he was so right.

You liked the idea of every single one of his fans, your mutuals, your followers, the whole damn world—watching that fancam and reading your tweets and knowing none of them could ever have him. Because he belonged to you. And more than that, you belonged to him.

You were his favorite fangirl.

Your whole body jerked, trembling. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as your throat fought to accommodate all of him and failed, again and again.

You were choking. He was scrolling. Perfect harmony.

His expression twisted, something between disgusted and turned on.

Then he pulled out with a wet pop, shoving your head aside like you were nothing more than a toy for him to use.

“On the bed.”

You scrambled up, legs barely working, knees weak as you crawled onto the mattress—still damp from earlier, still smelling like your last orgasm. You lay back, legs spread wide, open like muscle memory.

He stared.

Then smacked your clit.

Hard.

You screamed, body arching, hands fisting the sheets.

“You’re soaking just from me being mean to you?” he scoffed. “God, you’re such a fucking loser.”

Then he sank two fingers inside you—deep, rough, fast.

No warning.

They curled immediately, stroking the spot that made you jerk with a cry, your whole body thrumming with need.

You tried to breathe. Tried to stay still. But he was relentless—crooked fingers, wet sounds, his thumb grazing your clit just enough to drive you mad.

He leaned in close, voice pouring into your ear.

“All those dirty little posts?” he whispered. “All those disgusting tweets? You really thought I wouldn’t find out?”

You whimpered.

“You’re a fucking perv.”

He grabbed your phone again, still open on the mattress, still glowing.

“Let’s see what else my number-one fan’s been up to…”

He read aloud, slow and mocking.

“‘God, his hands are so pretty I just wish he could shove them deep inside and not stop no matter how many times I tell him to.’”

He looked at you, smirking. “My hands, baby? Out of everything? That’s what gets you off?”

You couldn’t speak. You were too far gone. Too humiliated. 

“You’re such a pervert for me.”

His fingers moved faster. Wet. Unforgiving. Fucking into you with no rhythm, no care—just force and pleasure. Until your legs started shaking and your walls clenched tight and you felt yourself teetering again.

And then—

He stopped.

Pulled out.

You sobbed. A broken, desperate sound.

He clicked his tongue. “Oh, princess. You really thought I’d let you cum after all that gross things you wrote about me?”

You shook your head, begged silently, grinding against nothing.

“You don’t deserve shit from me.”

He unzipped his pants again, pulled his cock out, slapped it against your clit once—twice—just to watch your hips jerk. Your back arched. You needed him. Needed it.

“Mmm, baby,” he said, voice honey-thick and mocking. “Look at it. The cock you’ve been tweeting about. The one you came to.”

Then he flipped you onto your stomach, shoved your face into the mattress, and fucked into you in one vicious, brutal thrust.

You screamed.

“You don’t even deserve to be fucked like this,” he snarled, hips already slamming into yours. “But I’m gonna do it anyway.”

You cried out again. Again. Every thrust shoved you further into the bed, stretched you wider, fucked you raw. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

“God, listen to you,” he groaned. “You’re dripping down my cock, baby. Fucking soaked. All for me.”

The sheets smelled like him. Like cologne, sweat, and sex. It was overwhelming. It was perfect.

You couldn’t stop shaking.

Your orgasm was building again.

“Aww, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already,” he said, voice low. “We barely fucking started.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even form a sound. You didn’t even hear him anymore—his constant taunts and teasing were a blur. All you could feel was his cock pounding into you and your orgasm building like a scream in your throat. All that registered now was the relentless rhythm of his cock slamming into you, slick and punishing, hitting that spot again and again with no mercy, no slowing, no breath between thrusts. Your body wasn't keeping up, and your brain had left hours ago.

And then it hit.

The orgasm came without warning—sudden, blinding, violent. Muscles clamped tight around his cock, walls spasming uncontrollably, thighs shaking as the wave surged through your core and stole every breath. Stars bloom into your vision, and you feel yourself getting dizzy. A scream tore from your throat, raw and broken, muffled into the sheets as your entire body trembled and shook. The convulsions came hard, hips jolting, knees knocking into his without rhythm, and still—he didn’t stop.

He grunted. Slowed just enough to mock you.

“God,” he hissed, breathless, looking down at the mess you’d become. “You’re so fucking gross. You really came that fast?”

Just grabbed your aching body and flipped you over like a ragdoll, letting you bounce onto your back, eyes glassy, lips trembling.

“Now it’s my turn.”

And you didn’t get to breathe. Not even once.

He shoved into you in a single, brutal thrust, hips slamming against yours with obscene wet heat. You squealed—sharp and involuntary, a high-pitched gasp that twisted into a choked sob. Your legs instinctively locked around him, thighs clenching at his waist, your arms snapping up around his neck as your whole body reacted with desperate need. He filled you, absolutely filled you, cock stretching your sore pussy wide open again with zero warning, and it was too much.

“Fuck—” he groaned, pressing his chest flush to yours, his entire weight pinning you down into the bed. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t even lift your head. His cock ground inside you, thick and brutal and unrelenting, while he buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your sweat.

“You’re so fucking small under me,” he muttered, voice hoarse with lust, dragging his hips slow now, long, deliberate thrusts that made your back arch off the mattress. His cock slid in deep, too deep, forcing your body to take every inch like it had no choice.

You could barely breathe. He was suffocating you, swallowing your air, pinning your wrists back down with his hands wrapped tight around them like shackles. His broad shoulders caged you in like he wanted to drown you in him. His cock bullied your pussy with every thrust, splitting you open, dragging slick out of you with wet, squelching sounds that made your ears burn.

And you loved it.

You loved being held down. Loved the crushing weight of him on your body, the way his arms flexed over yours, how every part of you was forced to mold to him.

He started fucking harder. Hips snapping forward, slamming into you without rhythm, without restraint—just force. You cried out with each impact, your arms tightening around his neck, trying to anchor yourself to anything as he railed you into the mattress.

Then his mouth found your ear.

“I still can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice soft and dangerous, like a knife against skin. “You were running a fan account the whole time.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, sweat dripping from his temple onto your flushed cheeks, hips slamming forward as he spoke. Each word landed with a violent thrust.

“All those pathetic little things you posted about me—every night—while I was already fucking you like this in my bed.”

You gasped, trying to stammer something, anything, but the air was gone, and so were your thoughts. His fingers gripped your jaw tightly, forcing your gaze back to his. His eyes were wild. 

Possessive.

He than whispered in your ear “Don’t you think that’s a little fucking selfish?”

“I—I'm sorry—I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did," he cut you off, cock drilling into you harder, his voice thick with betrayal—and something darker. “You wanted both. You wanted to be my girlfriend and my #1 fan all at the same time. You wanted to write all that crazy shit about me and still look me in the eyes like nothing was wrong.”

Your body jolted as his cock slammed deeper, harder, shoving you up the bed until your head smacked into the headboard, breath ripped from your lungs.

“You’re mine,” he exclaimed. “You’ve always been mine. And no one gets to know that my biggest fan is a gross, pervy little slut I call my girlfriend.”

And that did it. Again.

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and unstoppable. Your legs shook around him, your voice cracked in a hoarse, broken scream that you buried in his shoulder, teeth scraping skin. You clung to him like a lifeline as he fucked you through it—faster now, chasing his own release with those brutal, punishing thrusts that sent the bedframe banging against the wall.

Then you felt it.

The heat. The flood. His cock twitched hard inside you, buried to the hilt, as thick, his warm cum spilling deep into your cunt. He groaned into your mouth, kissing you like he wanted to drown in you, hips still twitching, grinding in lazy aftershocks as your body milked him for every drop.

You were full. Overstuffed. Sore, soaked, still trembling. His cum leaked out of you in hot, messy spurts, mixing with your slick on the sheets. You could feel the mess under you, the wet sound your bodies made every time he shifted slightly, still inside you, cock still hard.

He didn’t move. Just collapsed on top of you, chest heaving against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist like he didn’t care if you suffocated under him.

He stayed there.

You stayed under.

His cock twitched inside your pulsing cunt. Your heartbeat pounded against his ribs. You were nothing but a mess under him, and he loved it.

After a long silence, he reached over, his arm dragging lazily across the mattress, and grabbed your phone from where it had fallen off the bed earlier. He unlocked it without asking.

Scrolled.

Paused.

“I thought about it,” he said suddenly, voice low, husky. “But I don’t want you to delete your account.”

You blinked. Tried to process through the fog.

“…W-wait. What?”

“I said,” he repeated, eyes flicking to yours with that same glint of cruel amusement, “you should keep it.”

Your stomach dropped through the bed. You stared, eyes wide and raw. “No. No, wait—”

He leaned in close, mouth brushing yours with a smirk.

“Don’t get all shy now, baby,” he said with a low chuckle, eyes glinting. “Not after you posted that 43 tweet thread about how you’d let me facefuck you while I played League.”

You wanted to vanish, to die, to claw your way under the bed and disappear forever.

But he just kissed you again. Slow this time. Warm. Sickeningly sweet. Sinister.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your lips. “Don’t worry.”

He pulled back and winked.

“Post whatever you want. Just know I’ll be watching…”

[crdteezv]

hey y’all its been awhile 😭 school really took up sm of my time and im taking summer classes too now so idk when ill be consistent with posting. I will say I got something in the works of a fic im writing i just have to do the final edits and hoping i can post it soon (maybe sometime this week?) . As for Nct Prompts requests if anyone is still interested, I will start posting them soon too hopefully it’s just sm I have to go through so bare with me.🙏🏾 But I made this post to say I am alive and I didn’t forget about yall fr <3

[crdteezv]

god oh how much i love ex!haechan 🙃 i love the way this was written 10/10🫶🏾

𝖊𝖝!𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗐𝗁𝗈 ━━━

ㅤ→ warning ━━━ mdni ! i fear ex!haechan is too powerful — reader is down bad, i am down bad… pls don’t blame me blame haechan. wrote this thinking about how insufferably sexy haechan would be if he was your toxic ex who still knows every button to push … UGH someone take him away ( but also don’t )

ex!haechan who acts like the breakup didn’t touch him. he jokes like he always has, throws his arm over friends’ shoulders, and posts stories like his world isn’t quieter without you in it. he makes it look effortless — being fine — but behind closed doors, he lingers too long in your texts, rereads the last thing you ever said to him, replays your voice in old voicemails when the silence at night turns sharp. it eats at him, but he won’t say it. because if he admits he misses you, then he has to admit he ruined it.

ex!haechan who claims he’s moved on. he flirts like usual, leaves heart emojis under strangers’ posts, and goes out more than he ever used to. but every time he’s drunk, your name slips past his lips — quiet, bitter, yearning. he calls your contact by accident, hangs up before the first ring. he dreams about you, wakes up hard and frustrated, and stares at the ceiling wondering how the hell you’re doing just fine without him.

ex!haechan who acts unfazed when he sees you out. he’ll smile, even smirk, make eye contact like you’re just another face in the crowd. but then he watches you laugh with someone else — sees your hand brush another guy’s arm, sees him lean too close — and his chest burns. he swears he doesn’t care, but he suddenly needs another drink. he’s suddenly not smiling. he suddenly pushes his way through the room just to get closer.

ex!haechan who drags his attention back to you like a magnet, always. he doesn’t want to talk to anyone else. he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. and when your eyes meet, it’s like you both feel it — that current, that ache, that thing between you that never left. he saunters over like it’s nothing, leans in like he has a secret to tell, and murmurs, “having fun?” with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. his gaze flicks down, lingers on your lips, and when you look away—flustered — his smile turns sharp. “he’s not your type,” he adds. “you like guys who get under your skin.”

ex!haechan who keeps getting closer, invading your space like muscle memory. his hand grazes your lower back. his breath ghosts your ear. “still pretending like you don’t want me?” he murmurs, voice low. “i still remember how you sound, baby.” and it’s so unfair —the way he knows you, the way he’s using it. your pulse races. your thighs clench. and he’s already smirking. because he knows. he feels it in the way you look at him.

ex!haechan who corners you in a hallway, under the excuse of “talking.” the second the door shuts behind you, he cages you against the wall, eyes dark, jaw tight. “say it,” he demands. “say you haven’t thought about me.” you don’t. you can’t. and his lips crash into yours like punishment. it’s all teeth and tongue and desperation, and you hate how easy it is to fall back into him — how right it feels. he’s grabbing your hips like he owns them, grinding into you like he’s starved, muttering, “missed this. missed you.”

ex!haechan who drops to his knees without hesitation, yanks your underwear down, and presses hot kisses along your thighs, groaning when he sees how wet you already are. “fuck, baby,” he breathes. “still get soaked for me, huh?” he eats you out like a man possessed — messy, hungry, deliberate — like he’s trying to erase every trace of anyone else. he doesn’t stop until your legs shake, until you’re moaning his name like it never stopped meaning something.

ex!haechan who doesn’t even make it to a bed. he bends you over the bathroom sink, one hand gripping your waist, the other pushing into your mouth to muffle your cries as he thrusts in hard, deep, relentless. “this pussy,” he groans, “still fits me too fucking perfect.” he fucks you like he’s punishing you for leaving, like he’s apologizing without words, like he wants to remind your body of everything it’s been missing. every snap of his hips says what he’s too proud to confess.

ex!haechan who pulls you up by the throat to kiss you while he cums, still buried inside you, teeth clashing, breath ragged. “mine,” he growls, voice hoarse. “you’ll always be mine.” and when it’s over — when you’re both trembling and trying to catch your breath — he tugs you against his chest, lips brushing your temple like it means nothing. like it’s not killing him to let go again.

and then he says it. too casually. “don’t read into it.”

but neither of you moves.

[crdteezv]

AHHSDGD THIS WAS SOO GOOD ALL 3 PARTS OF THIS ATEE DOWNNN🤭💜

also guess who’s getting more into enhypen 🤭

gooner!jake finally gets pussy and its so much better than his hand

part one two three

gooner!jake was embarrassed for the first time. He usually doesn't care about his perverted, disgusting behaviour — but it's different now. Jake's jerked off to other girls more times than he can remember, but you're the first one who's real. He's talked to you, seen you smile and laugh at his jokes, even hugged you — that fucking hug that led to this.

You heard him fuck his fist and drain all his cum out while saying your name. He basically confessed to you in the middle of it. Jake wanted to end the call and crawl up and die from embarrassment, but how could he when you said his name like that?

"Jakey," you whimpered, and that alone was enough to get him hard again.

Even though Jake is vile — the guy who eats his own cum pretending it's yours and stole your panties to get off — he's a gentleman. He would never leave you alone in a state like this. Especially not when you're moaning like that, thinking about him. So even though his dick is sore and tired, he rubs it again so you’re not alone.

gooner!jake is in heaven. The girl he's been obsessed with for the past year is on the other side of the phone making lewd sounds for him. He never thought this would happen —not for another year at least. Jake hasn't even asked you out yet, and here you are, begging him for more.

"P-p-please, i-i can't take it!" Your pussy is clenching desperately around your fingers begging for more. So close but not enough to tip you over the edge. You can't believe that jake — your project partner— fucked his fist while you were still on the phone. What's even worse? You can't believe how hot it was.

Maybe you did wear extra short skirts when you studied together, and perhaps you did push up against him a little extra when you gave him a hug. Who are you kidding? You knew how he looked at you. You weren't dumb. Besides, jake wasn't exactly discreet with his staring, and he wasn't good at hiding the tent straining against his pants either.

You pushed him just to see if he would break, and he did. You just weren't expecting how wet you would be for him.

gooner!jake couldn’t sleep at all. He kept replaying how you sounded earlier; your adorable moans and whimpers, the way you cried out his name. How you said you wanted him — no, needed him. His overstimulated dick was sore and aching from the ungodly amount of times he'd cum that day. But the thoughts of you still plagued his brain, and his hand slipped into his shorts, gripping his throbbing cock. He couldn’t control himself. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. He closed his eyes and thought about how desperate you sounded. Would you beg like that for him in person? He could make you.

As he continued pumping his cock, he realized he needed you too. He needed your lips everywhere. He wanted to fuck your tight cunt so good that you'd have his name imprinted inside you. Just one chance.

Jake was holding back tears from how sensitive he was, breaking into a loud, animalistic moan when he finally came. It still wasn’t enough. He turned onto his side and groaned into his pillow.

Jake knew he was a gooner — he knew it was gross. He wasn’t planning on showing you this side of him at all. What if you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? What if you found him revolting?

Because Jake didn’t just like you for his dirty fantasies. He liked you in a way that wasn’t fueled by lust. It was more than that.

How is he supposed to face you after whispering, "Good girl, just like that" and, "Fuck yourself a little harder for me," into the microphone just so you could finish?

gooner!jake couldn't make eye contact with you when he came over. You hung up the phone right after you finished last night but you quickly sent him a text after.

Y/N: um, thanks for the help

Y/N: can you come over tomorrow after class?

JAKE: of course, i'll be there at 6

And now here he is.

"Sorry about last night. It’s just been a while, and you were there, so... asking you for help was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again, I promise—" You stop rambling when you realize Jake’s been staring, looking down at you. When you finally lock eyes, he jerks his gaze away at lightning speed, a red flush creeping up his neck.

"No, I’m sorry. I thought I hung up. You weren’t supposed to hear... me." Jake is struggling to keep his composure. You’re wearing your tiny tank top and shorts again, talking about what happened like it's nothing, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes. Is this be the angle he would get if you sucked his cock? Even now, he still can't stop thinking about you.

Jake feels a pang in his chest when you call it a one-time thing. "Was my help not good enough for you?" he says, stepping closer, closing the gap between you, pushing you back against the kitchen counter.

If this was his only chance with you, he was going to take it.

"Th-that's not what I-I meant..." You’re trapped now, caged between his arms, the cold counter behind you. He's leaning down so close you can feel his breath on your skin. Your face is burning; your breathing turns uneven.

Jake’s towering over you, waiting, daring you to say something. "I-it was g-good," you finally admit, voice small.

gooner!jake takes that as the only sign he needs. His hands immediately grab your waist, holding you tight and firm, tugging you closer. He’s breathing hard — both of you are — the air thick with tension. His hands roam up from your waist, fingers skimming the base of your chest. You can feel it, his hard cock pressing against you through his sweats. You’re already soaking through your panties.

"Tell me to stop, Y/N," he rasps, nibbling your ear and groaning when you whimper. "You have no idea what I want to do to you. It’s unhealthy. I’m sick."

His mouth trails down your neck, kissing, biting, soothing over the marks he’s leaving. You’re shaking under him, and Jake pauses, his hands trembling but still tucked under your top. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes — big, round, pleading.

"Y/N," he whispers, voice hoarse. "Tell me to stop."

You shake your head.

How could you tell him to stop when you’ve been touching yourself thinking about him for the past six months? When he started as the classmate who stared at you for a little too long, and became Jake, suspiciously strong, ridiculously cute, flustered so easily, always willing to do anything for you?

You liked him.

You really liked him.

gooner!jake is humping into you thigh at a desperate pace. He gave you a way out but you...

You. Shook. Your. Head.

This must be a dream. There's no way that he's palming your your tit and hearing you gasp under him like this right now. He's biting on your shoulder and rutting into you like a dog in heat and you're just letting him.

"F-fuck! I'm disgusting for you. I stole your panties two weeks ago. They're back at my apartment covered in my cum... I'm gross, I can't stop. Tell me to stop. Please." He admits to you, maybe this will snap you back into reality and make you realize he isn't the type of guy you want. He's scared and hides his face in your collar, licking the bruises he just left there. If you're going to say yes to him, he wants you to know him, the true him and what you're signing up for.

Your hands grab his face so he's looking at you, stroking his flushed cheeks with your thumbs. His eyes are glassy and desperate— poor baby. "Jakey," His hips slow down and he lets out a tiny whimper hearing his nickname. "I left those out... for you to see. I-I... i want you too."

gooner!jake nearly cums in his pants. His lips crashing into you. His tongue is finding yours at a rapid pace. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands are groping your tits. Jake is moaning into you like you're his saviour, his piece of salvation.

When you finally pull away for air, a string of saliva connects you two. You glance at the bed and he takes the hint. He refuses to take his lips off your neck and hands away from you as you walk over, him pushing you onto the bed when you eventually make it.

gooner!jake is drinking in the sight of you lying there. Hair messy, tank top and shorts raised up, you're so perfect. He strips your shorts off in one swift move, tossing them somewhere he doesn’t care to look. His heart stutters when he sees the wet patch staining your panties. So fucking cute. His eyes roll back, hips bucking against the mattress like he’s in heat.

"I've thought about this for so long. Please, I'll take such good care of you. Just a little taste, I'll be so good." He whines and mumbles it over and over like a prayer while his fingers ghost over your clothed cunt, teasing you. Your cute little gasps and whimpers drive him fucking crazy. His cock twitches painfully hard in his pants.

When you let out a soft, breathy "Mhm," — barely a sound, but enough — Jake loses it.

He dives in without hesitation, mouthing at your pussy through your soaked panties. Sucking, licking, nuzzling like he's a dog. You can feel the heat of his tongue through the thin fabric, the way he moans against you like he's the one being touched.

It’s messy. It’s desperate. It’s Jake.

But it’s not enough. He needs more.

Without even thinking, he yanks your panties aside and then tears them down your legs. Jake buries his face between your thighs, tongue fucking you like he’s starving. Slurping, moaning, whimpering your name into your pussy like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

His hands are everywhere — gripping your thighs so tight they’ll bruise, pushing your hips down when you start to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

"P-please, Jake — ngh — s’too much—" you whimper, fingers threading into his hair, trying to pull him away.

He shakes his head, lips locked around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.

"No, please, please, need more — need you to cum, need it so bad. Fuck, just wanna taste you, wanna drink you — please, please—" he's babbling against you, voice cracking like he's about to cry.

You don’t even get a chance to argue before he slips two fingers into you, pumping slow and deep, curling them just right. His mouth never leaves your clit, tongue flicking and swirling fast and messy. Your fingers never reached that deep; this new sensation has you seeing stars.

Your orgasm crashes down hard, your thighs clamping around his head, your voice breaking into whiny little sobs. Jake groans like he’s the one cumming, grinding his leaking cock against the bed without a shred of shame. There's probably a wet spot on your sheets.

He keeps licking you through it, sloppily, hungrily, tasting everything, like he's trying to burn the memory of it into his mouth forever.

When you finally go limp, trembling, Jake pulls away with a slick, swollen mouth, looking dazed. His pupils are blown wide, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his hairline. He's licking his lips to savour it.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it’s useless — he’s soaked. His whole body is shaking from how badly he needs you.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles, voice hoarse. He presses desperate, messy kisses to your thighs, your hips, anywhere he can reach. "Need you," he whines again, hips bucking helplessly against nothing. "Please — please let me fuck you, I’ll be so good, promise, I swear — I c-can’t, please.”

You grab his face, pulling him up, and whisper, "Jake... fuck me."

You swear you feel his soul leave his body.

He fumbles with his sweats, shoving them down along with his boxers, cock slapping up against his stomach — red and leaking, twitching from how fucking desperate he is. Fuck he is bigger than you thought. You're a little worried about how it'll fit and it shows on your face.

He lines himself up, hands trembling so badly he almost misses, but when the tip catches against your slick entrance, he chokes on a sob.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he gasps, pressing in slow, dragging the thick head against your messy cunt, sinking in inch by inch. His head is thrown back and he's already close.

You both moan, loud and filthy, as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. You feel full, stretched so good you’re already clenching around him, body trembling from oversensitivity.

"F-fuck, you’re so tight — 's perfect, made for me —" Jake whines against your neck, rutting his hips shallowly, not able to stop himself even for a second.

"Please — please relax for me" he gasps out, voice cracking as he presses desperate kisses along your jawline. "I can’t — you’re so warm, fuck, just a little looser, please, I can’t—"

He’s needy and messy, thrusting into you in short, desperate snaps of his hips, each movement punching a gasped moan out of you. You’re already fucked out, clawing at his back, tears brimming in your eyes from how good he feels, from how full you are.

"Jakey — ngh — slow down —" you whimper, but he can't.

"Can't — can't stop—s-sorry, you're too good —" Jake babbles against your skin, biting and licking at your collarbone. He’s holding your hips, pounding into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets up for even a second. Every time he bottoms out, he grinds his hips down, stuffing his cock as deep as he can, dragging the most pathetic little sounds out of both of you.

"I love you, I love you, i can't believe you're letting me do this —" Jake whimpers like a broken record, words spilling out without him even realizing. You’re squeezing him so tight he’s losing his mind. Jake’s cock twitches violently inside you, and he presses his forehead to yours, voice cracking. "Please — please let me cum inside — need it, need it so bad — please, fuck, please, y/n—"

You nod through the haze, too fucked out to even form words. Jake sobs when you nod, hips stuttering, and then he’s slamming into you hard, once, twice — before spilling deep inside, thick and hot, filling you so much you feel it pooling inside.

But he doesn't stop.

Even after cumming, Jake keeps fucking into you, desperate little thrusts pushing it deeper, his cock still painfully hard from how ruined he is. "S-sorry — can’t stop — need you, need you, fuck—" he's whining and broken, face buried in your neck, breath hitching on every thrust.

You're gasping, trembling under him, brain fuzzy, body overstimulated and twitching from the relentless pace. Your pussy flutters around him helplessly, milking every last drop out of him.

"J-Jakey — ngh — too much—" you sob, clinging to his back.

"I know, I know. Fuck — just a little more, just a little more, wanna stay inside you forever —" he cries against you, hips still moving, slower now, grinding, as if trying to mark your insides.

Your bodies are a mess of sweat, cum, and desperate sobbed praises, and Jake doesn't even know where he ends and you begin anymore. His whole body is trembling. When he finally slows down enough to pull out — whimpering when he sees your pretty cunt leaking with his cum and immediately tries to grab a tissue from your nightstand with shaky hands.

You watch him, heart pounding, still dazed, still aching from how good he fucked you. Jake wipes you down so gently, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood, too scared to hurt you even though he just ruined you. He tosses the tissues in the trash and hesitates by the edge of your bed, eyes darting everywhere but at you.

Then he turns to leave. He actually turns, like he’s going to go.

Your sleepy hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him right back into your chest. Hugging him close. He lets out a little "oof," stumbling onto the mattress, cheeks flushed bright red. He’s stiff against you, nervous, breathing shallow like he thinks you’re going to kick him out or regret this. You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face into his hair.

And that’s when he speaks, voice cracking adorably, "Um... y/n, I, uh... I like you. Like, like-like you. A lot. Um... Do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? No pressure, though.. If you don't want to, that's fine, I totally get it, I just, I just wanted to say it, so you knew—"

You pull back, glaring at him, completely fed up with how stupidly oblivious he is.

"Jake," you say, voice low and threatening.

He freezes. You called him Jake and not Jakey. A million thoughts go through his head, he's panicking, he's about to be rejected.

"If you don't get it through your head that I like you too, I swear to god I’ll suck you dry right now until you can't even think anymore."

Jake short-circuits. He makes the stupidest whimpering sound you've ever heard and immediately buries his face into your chest to hide. "F-fuck — y/n. You can’t — ngh, you can’t just say shit like that." Jake whimpers, voice wrecked and desperate, rutting his hips subtly against you like he can’t help it. "I can cum again if you want me to, fuck—"

You giggle breathlessly, running your fingers through his messy hair, pulling him even closer until he's basically lying on top of you like a big, whimpering puppy.

"I mean it," you whisper into his ear, smiling. "I like you, Jake."

He clutches you tighter, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.. Jake's heart is pounding so loudly that you can feel it through his chest. He nuzzles into you deeper, mumbling something incoherent, completely melted against you.

gooner!jake still can't believe you're dating him. Months later, not much had changed. He's moved out and said goodbye to his roommate but he still goes over to hang out all the time. He was still hopelessly obsessed with you, still got hard at the smallest things, still stole your panties when he thought you weren't looking, just to jerk off like a desperate freak. Except now?

Now, you always catch him.

Like tonight, you caught him red-handed again, laying back on your shared bed, your baby pink lacy panties fisted tight in one hand, his cock leaking against his stomach, whining your name into the fabric like a lovesick puppy.

"Jake," you scold softly, arms crossed, but your voice is fond.

He jolts, face flushing deep red. "I-I was gonna put them back! I swear!" he stammers, cheeks burning, cock twitching in his hand like it had a mind of its own. His eyes glisten like he's about to cry from the embarrassment. You sigh and walk toward him slowly, watching the way his eyes widen and follow your every move like he doesn’t deserve to touch you.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" you murmur, climbing into his lap. His hands immediately fly to your waist like instinct, needy and trembling.

"Can't — you're too pretty," he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut like it's physically painful to look at you. "You're perfect, and you're busy and — f-fuck, just wanna stuff you full all the time — wanna ruin you. Please, baby, let me —"

Jake's cock twitches violently between you, smearing precum against your thighs. You can feel how badly he's shaking underneath you, how he’s basically vibrating with the need to touch, to fuck, to have you. You roll your hips and he lets out the filthiest, neediest moan, hips jerking up against you helplessly. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping your waist, and he’s babbling again without realizing it. He never had to hide his disgusting behaviours with you, and for that, he's grateful. So fucking grateful.

"Thank you, thank you," he mumbles into your skin, hips stuttering up helplessly, "I’ll be good, I'll be so good for you."

And you just smile, knowing he already is.

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FIRST OF ALL IM SOO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY MADE AN X READER WITH MY ULTS IN NCT AHAHSHSH THIS SHIT IS SOO GOOD YALLL

what a profound masterpiece 🙂‍↕️ will definitely be reading this again 🫶🏾

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Bsf!Ten x f!reader x ex-situationship!haechan

Not proofread so if it sounds like shit sorry babes

This is for @titttuaf girl idk why I really got into this but you inspired me so enjoy!

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Warnings

PWP, I guess kinda angst, haechan and ten fighting for your attention (muahah), Unprotected sex, making out, threesome, reader gets fingerbanged, munch!haechan agenda for the win fr (im sorry but you can tell who my bias is in this I still tried tho), consent being sexy asf, mean dom haechan, soft dom ten, reader is kinda quiet actually shes just a chill dude (lmk if i missed anything!)

You don’t know what you were doing, honestly. When Ten had initially invited you to the party, it was pure defiance that convinced you to go.

“Y/n, no offense, but this is a pity invite.” Your best friend of 9 years failed to surprise you, is the first thing your mind thought as you rolled your eyes. The glaring sun poisoned your skin as it took residence in your tan lines - your frame trying its best to shield your best friend, who lay relaxed in your campus courtyard. You ignore your annoyance at his intrusion, stilling your mind from its endless torture as you attempt to study for your upcoming Intro to Philosophy exam. It wasn’t like Ten noticed, anyway. Ten sometimes let himself get swept in his thoughts, which in turn made it hard for him to notice things - like for example your negative aura that was about to push you to commit crimes against the man. If anyone asked you? You’d say he acted too lax for someone nearing the end of their junior year of college - someone who you’ve barely seen crack open a book the last semester.

It’s not like you didn’t know your best friend, it was quite the opposite. You and ten met at the ripe ages of 16, and it wasn’t much of a story. Sitting at desks together for the entirety of your sophomore year of high school, you became pretty close as you were secluded from your other friends. You had lots of differences, like his affinity for dancing and your affinity for…breaking your bones while attempting to dance. Also, where Ten went, a new friend followed; you, yourself preferred the acquaintance of 1 or 2 people at a time. Outside of the class, neither of you really talked, but inside it didn’t matter. You talked, laughed, got in trouble together - all the works. And eventually, talking inside the class became an outside thing, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t Ten and it wasn’t Y/n; it was Ten and Y/n.

It was no surprise when the both of you applied and got into the same college, and it definitely wasn’t a surprise when Ten rushed a frat his second week, while you stuck to the dorms. Of course, he got in with flying colors - a certified frat guy. You joked that he was finally in his true form; you think he took the joke too seriously. Ten was always a smart kid, always kept on his grades despite being the biggest extrovert the world could spit out, so it was also no surprise when he snuck his way into the frat’s student government - more like weaseled his way in. Really, he only did it for the status (he himself used that exact phrase when he whispered it to you once while making confessions. You gasped in surprise, like any good friend would). He liked the power it gave him, despite being only a sophmore. After that, you saw a lot less of Ten. It was fine, you had your other roommates - three amazing girls - as friends, and were actually pretty wrapped up in school and work, plus you figured Ten was keeping you in his thoughts, but was just busy. You tried not to let the ache of missing him affect you, because you knew your friendship would last, you knew it would be okay.

If anything positive came out of the moment, it was that the times you did manage to see him became all the more meaningful, though you’d never admit it. So while yes, Ten interrupting your studies was annoying, you were still excited to see him, that is - until he opened his mouth.

“What does that mean,” you huffed, “I don’t want pity!”

“I don’t mean anything by it, y/n, you know that,” ten turned around, his body facing the walkway that plenty of students and staff used while going to and from class, “I just mean I’m inviting you but I know you won’t go. I just don’t want you to feel left out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, huffing his chest out in a sigh and looking away from you. He was uncomfortable for some reason, but you couldn’t pin point why, which worried you. You only found it hard to read him when he wanted to keep something from you. You let the two of you sit in silence for a beat while you stared at your books, debating what to say. Actually, it was Ten who broke the silence, looking back at you with a warmer glow.

“I’d love if you came, though.” You looked back up at him, and smiled slightly. You knew it somewhat bothered Ten that you didn’t come to his parties, though he barely mentions it. Besides the fact that you would rather be inside your room on a Friday night watching TV while high, than at a party in uncomfortable heels and sweaty palms, waiting for your ride home to be ready to go - you hated Ten’s frat. You hated his “brothers” who were pompous assholes, his shared bathroom that could never be fully clean, and most of all you hated that he lived right down the hall from your ex-situationship.

Haechan was what you might describe as immature. And mean. And arrogant. And sexist, and evil, and everythinghorriblewrappedupintooneandidyousaymeanjustacompletewasteofspac-

Long story short - you couldn’t stand him. You really don’t know what you were thinking, letting Ten pick your blind date. He swore he would pick only the best one (though later admitted Haechan was the only one that was available to go) so when Haechan picked you up - a man who you’d only met maybe once in passing - you were kind of confused. You’d heard a lot about Haechan. He was a manwhore first off - a big ass slut. And while you don’t believe a body count defines an individual - his reputation did. Your roommate, Karina, had one thing to say about the subject,

“Well, he’s a giver.” You trusted her, being that she had a first hand account. Karina said a lot, in fact, maybe even too much. She didn’t have to go into detail about the way it felt when it moved in you, but she didn’t really ask you if you wanted to know before revealing that information. Besides that, however, you heard that Haechan can flirt, but it’s borderline toxic. He’ll make you hear exactly what you want, just to get in your pants. You have to say, despite all the stories and tales you heard about him, you gave into it, many…many times. You gave in so much, in fact, that your dumbass brain even convinced you that the boy was charming enough for a crush. After 5 and a half months of being friends with benefits, you finally caved and admitted you liked Haechan - just in time for him to call the whole thing off.

You never really got closure, just a message left on read and a new public enemy. You found it hard to tell Ten, for obvious reasons. First off, the two got along fairly well being frat brothers and everything, and you didn’t want to ruin that for your best friend. Especially because if and when Ten found out, you knew he wouldn’t react well. He hated being wrong, so knowing that he set the two of you up and you didn’t end up together would really piss him off. If you could have avoided telling him, you would have; unfortunately he’s a nosy man, so he found out pretty quickly.

“What a jackass,” he rolled his eyes, “you should have never let me talk you into seeing him!” Ten had a brilliant mind - though you’d never tell him that - he had this interesting way of turning the blame around on everyone but himself, which was funny to see when it wasn’t actively happening to you.

“Do you want me to beat him up?” That made you laugh, knowing that while Ten was muscular from dancing, he could not fight to save a life, and the image of the two going at it really made your day.

“No, I don’t,” you finally managed to say, “just let it go, okay?” And so he did. You were thankful that was the only thing he had to say on the subject.

It was because of that doomed situationship, however, that visiting Ten’s frat became 100 times more uncomfortable for you, and you strived to avoid it. A part of you had an inkling that’s the reason Ten was cross with you, because you didn’t visit his home as much as he wished you did. Ten wishes you were a party girl, so you two could have fun together - he won’t ask you to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, though, so he just briefly invites you before shrugging off your answer, which is always a soft ‘no’. It almost annoys you, knowing how predictable you’ve gotten. You’ve protected your peace so much to the point your best friend is tired of you, at least that’s what you’ve convinced yourself is the case.

The anxiety ate away at you, fear morphing into desperation as you clung to the idea that Ten and you could be what you once were - close. That if you put yourself in an even worse situation for him, he would enjoy your presence again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ten, who was picking at a string in his top, snaps his head up in surprise, looking at you with wide eyes, “this Friday, right?”

Ten starts at you for a solid minute, his thoughts once again hidden behind a veil of doubt, clouded into the brown of his eyes. His forehead remained creased as he slowly nodded, mumbling a, “yeah, Friday.” And nothing else. You sighed, Friday it was.

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You were incredibly uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. The most dressed up you agreed to get was a skirt and doc martens, and even that made you feel weird as you stood in the corner of this barely familiar house. The room was hot, and smelled like BO, which was to be expected with how many people were shoved into it, bodies pressed against each other as drinks were passed around and dropped, making the floor sticky in residue. It was hard to see, and even harder to hear, and you didn’t even know where Ten was. Thankfully for you, Karina and Giselle agreed to come with you, so you weren’t completely alone. They couldn’t stop your anger, though. Angry at Ten, for saying he wouldn’t leave you and then doing exactly that. Angry at Haechan, for making you uncomfortable the minute you entered with the way he stared you down from across the room, and angry at yourself for even agreeing to come to this stupid party when you’d rather be home. Your insecurities from earlier this week felt small, now, as you realize that friendship goes two ways - right now Ten was looking like a pretty shitty friend. You looked at the drink in your hand, a Coke. You refused to drink anything other than soda, and anything other than a can.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink, y/n?” Giselle practically screamed into your ear, which still sounded muffled. You just shook your head, tired of attempting conversation in this overstimulating environment. Just as you wanted to turn to your friends and insist on leaving, Karina sees someone she knows and tells you that she’ll be right back, disappearing into the crowd. Your anxiety immediately peaks, feeling anxious for your friend as she takes on the party alone. Your stress pushes you off your spot on the wall, quickly telling Giselle you’re going to the bathroom, and that you’ll be back soon. In retrospect it doesn’t make sense to leave your one friend in a foreign world while you’re feeling scared, but you must have been operating with half your brain because you didn’t question yourself one bit at the time.

You pushed your way through the masted clump of bodies that occupied the room, finally breaking somewhat free on the stairs and running towards the only bathroom you knew of, next to Tens room. Of course, that wasn’t free, so you decided to go to the only place you knew would be empty right now.

Growing up, you always loved Ten’s room. At his parents house - the one you grew up going to - his room was warm. You spent more time there, laying on his bed listening to music and watching scary movies, than you did your own room. His mom didn’t care that his best friend was a girl, your mom very much cared that yours was a boy, so his house was always a regular hangout spot. You missed that room so much, craved it even. His room at the frat was much colder, much more boy-ish. Maybe it was because he didn’t have his mom to pick up his messes here, you figure. If there was one thing that still transferred from that room to this though, it was the boy.

You were surprised when you slammed open the door in desperation for some quiet, only to find the occupant of said room to be laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling in silence. Ten, of course, snapped his head to the sound of his door opening - his eyes softening from their harsh gaze when seeing you standing in the frame, the light from the hallway illuminating your outline. With a sigh, he plopped his head back to its original position, waiting for you to come in and close the door.

You did just that, sliding yourself into the spot beside him on the bed, and staring up at the same ceiling his eyes stayed glued to. You laid in silence for a solid 3 minutes, before you decided to ask something that was heavy on your mind.

“What’s going on with you?” The question lingered, and you didn’t push Ten to answer. It seemed he was collecting his thoughts, because after a while he hummed like he found the answer. You knew you were right, and he knew there was no point denying - there was something going on. You had given him a long time to tell you, but now it was time to intervene, as his best friend.

“Y/n, can I ask you something,” he started after another beat, “and you can’t get upset.” That caused you to raise your eyebrows, your stomach dropping an inch. Whatever he had to say, you wouldn’t like it.

If it was something worth getting mad at, you would. However, for the sake of knowledge, you just let a silent and soft “sure” out, and let him fill the void. He didn’t question your answer, presumably too caught up in his own thoughts to care.

“Did you really like Haechan?” The question left you not mad, but confused. Why was he bringing this up? You paused in contemplation, and wondered if you really did. At the end of the day Haechan as an ass, but he was also funny. He always made you comfortable, and always took care of you. He was pretty, too, which helped soften the blow. All in all, you did like Haechan. Maybe not as much as you think, but you did like him.

“Yeah, I did. Why?” And why would you be mad? So many questions, so little time to answer - not when Ten was moving closer to you, and his body heat was radiating into your personal space. You turned your head to face him, only to see him already looking at you. You could tell with one look he wasn’t drunk, usually his drunk face was much more relaxed. This version of Ten wasn’t one you saw very often - anxious. “Ten, what’s going on-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ten pushed himself forward using his other hand, and smashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t soft. He was messy, but he didn’t force his way in, just hovered over you as he silently handed the reins on the situation to you. You were paused in shock. Your best friend of almost 10 years is kissing you, do you hate it, do you like it? It’s gross, but not in a bad way, it was so hard to pinpoint your feelings. You knew you couldn’t leave it like this - you had to know how this felt. So, you kissed back. The two of you laid there, making out, and you quickly decided you loved it. Your head pulsated as Ten’s iron tight grip on your waste began to travel, moving up and down your body. You pushed your lips deeper into his, pushing him back onto the pillows in the process, with you laying over him. Time seemed to slow down for the both of you, as he gripped onto your ass. You were so indulged in the moment - in Ten - you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”Haechan had been watching you all night.

Ten noticed.

He had noticed before the party even started, back when Haechan cornered him in the kitchen with a Red Bull in one hand and a nervous smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you,” Haechan had said, scratching the back of his neck. “About Y/N. I… I want to try something real with her. I figured I should ask you first.” Ten had blinked, stunned into silence. It was a good kind of stunned. Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. But even then, the sickness had started to churn at the bottom of his stomach. He can’t say he was surprised. Even before Haechan had confessed, Ten began noticing the way Haechan seemed…fixated on you. When he first set the two of you up, he honestly didn’t believe anything would come from it; imagine his surprise when you revealed the nature of your relationship with his frat brother. Even when you confessed that the two of you ended things - Ten knew better. He felt like something was there he couldn’t quite see - a movement in the corner of his eye, or a briefly familiar face in a crowd. He watched the way Haechan acted when you were brought up in conversations - a perk of his shoulders as his eyes hold curiosity and longing. As the weeks progressed, Ten couldn’t shake the feeling that he was running out of time with you - Haechan walking up to him tonight only solidified that fear.

“You’re asking for permission?” he had muttered, swallowing a bitter laugh

“Yeah out of respect, man. I know she’s important to you.” Ten had nodded—slowly, tightly—and given the kind of permission that felt like biting down on glass.

“Sure,” he’d said, “Go for it.” But he didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

Now here you were, standing beside him in his bed, your lips still tingling from where they’d met his, your eyes wide and glassy in the dark. You stared at Ten like he was a stranger. But to him? You’d never looked more familiar. Like a memory he had been too afraid to touch.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, “Except I’ve been thinking about it for days. Weeks.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not when the room felt like it was closing in on you with the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

Haechan’s eyes darted between the two of you, unreadable.

“I was looking for you,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “Karina said you came upstairs.”

Silence suffocates the air as you find the right answer - nothing seemed good enough.

“Were you?” you finally asked, softly.

He took another step forward. “Yeah. I was.”

Then his gaze shifted—briefly—to Ten. It held.

“I thought I could handle this,” Haechan admitted, voice low. “I told myself I was cool with it. That you two were just friends, and that I didn’t care.”

“But you do,” Ten murmured.

“Yeah,” Haechan said. “I do.”

The next few moments felt like a slow-motion car crash. No one moved. No one blinked.

And then Haechan took another step forward—toward you this time, not Ten. His eyes softened the second they met yours.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I hurt you. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was ruin the best thing I never deserved to have.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“And then I heard you were coming tonight. And Ten told me to go for it, and I thought I would just talk to you, tell you how I felt…”

He looked between the two of you, “But now I see I’m not the only one.”

Ten didn’t deny it.

Instead, he stepped closer to you too. You were caught between them now, your back almost pressed to the dresser, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “Why are you both telling me this now?” you whispered. “Why wait until it’s too late?”

“Because it took seeing you here—seeing you want to leave, seeing you unhappy—to realize I never want you to feel that way again,” Ten said.

Haechan nodded. “And because losing you tonight would’ve been worse than any awkward truth.” Ten reached for your hand. Haechan mirrored him, his fingers brushing against your other. You looked down—your hands in both of theirs—like some fragile center of gravity they couldn’t help but orbit.

“We’re both idiots,” Ten said softly, “But we both mean it.”

“You don’t have to choose right now,” Haechan added. “But just… let us show you what it could feel like. To be wanted. Completely.” You weren’t supposed to be the center of this. Not like this. Not between them. The room is thick with tension—low music thumping from the speakers in the next room, the glow of amber light from the hallway dancing over their faces. Haechan leans away from you slightly, waiting for your permission to let this happen, watching you like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your breath. Ten stays sitting next to your standing figure on the bed, letting go of your hand, staying close but not quite touching. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you again but isn’t sure if that would be pushing it. The two let the unsaid proposition hang in the air, and you take the moment to let yourself breathe - something you’ve been neglecting to do in the charged air that electrified your heart. Would you do this? There’s no going back after this, you realize. Everything is going to change -or has it already? Do you welcome the change, too? You stand in complete silence, debating back and forth in your head, until Haechan finally becomes restless.

“You’ve been quiet,” He says, his voice is low—gravelly, teasing, just shy of a command. “I don’t think I like it.”

You shoot him a look, half-nervous and half-daring. “Not everything’s about you, Haechan.”

He smirks, using the hand he still has tightly gripped around yours, to pull you towards him, you body crashing into his chest, “But you are.”

Ten clears his throat. “Don’t pressure her.”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, eyes still locked on yours. “She knows what she wants. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips at the name, your pulse skimming faster beneath your skin. Ten’s hand finds yours gently, grounding you, and you look down at the contrast—his touch soft, reverent. “We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin. “I just want you to feel safe. Wanted.”

You do feel wanted. That’s the problem.

Haechan keeps you in front of him then, crowding into your space, hands resting on your lower back. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly quiet—earnest in a way that surprises you. “But if you let me in, I’ll ruin you. Nicely.”

Your heart is hammering now, throat dry. Between the way Tens looks up at you like you’re fragile glass, and the way Haechan looks at you like he wants to set you on fire—you’re split down the middle. However, before you can think about it your hand moves on instinct—curling into Haechan’s shirt, dragging him even closer if it’s possible. “Then ruin me.”

You feel the shift instantly—his mouth pressing to your neck, warmth flooding your skin. Ten watches, eyes dark but still gentle, and he leans in, bringing your hand to hover in front of his mouth, brushing his lips across your skin, a soft sigh escaping him. He lets Haechan take the lead, his own hand tracing the line of your spine, delicate.

It’s overwhelming in the best way—two kinds of love crashing into you. One sharp, the other soft. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the feeling of their touch burning your skin. It’s Haechan’s voice in your ear, his grip tight and protective, his words promising more than you can handle but exactly what you crave, that send you over the edge; And that’s how you know—when it comes to the chaos of need and the calm of desire…You’ll always choose the fire. You nod your head, a silent consent that both boys pick up on. From then on, you can feel the thick air shift. Haechan smirks, as Ten lets go of your hand and walks around your bodies - closing the door and locking it while simultaneously shrouding the room in darkness.

Haechan and Ten - who had moved around your bodies once more and now stood behind you - moved their eyes to lock onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the electricity in the room, the unspoken battle for your attention playing out in their heated glances. Haechan - with his dark, piercing eyes - was the first to make his move. He wrapped you in his arms, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "You know what I want, don't you?" he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, and you couldn't help but lean into it. "I want to taste every inch of you, to hear you scream my name as I take you like the whore you are."

Ten, noticing the effect Haechan was having on you, stepped forward as well. Secretly, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Haechan had slept with you many times before - the thought causing Ten’s eye to twitch. He knew he needed to stay back and study, he wanted to be perfect for you. His voice was softer, more gentle, but no less intense. "But what if you want something different?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "What if you want to take your time, to explore every sensation, every touch?"

You looked from one to the other, your breath hitching as you felt the pull of their opposing desires. Haechan’s dominance was intoxicating, his rough edges promising a wild, passionate encounter. Ten’s softness, however, was equally alluring, his gentleness promising a slower, more intimate connection. You debated the two of them once more in your head, not fully letting yourself succumb to desire. Haechan leaned in, finally distracting you as his lips brushed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss that had you leaning into him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. You could feel Ten’s gaze on you, but it was Haechan’s touch that set your body on fire. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "You feel that, don't you?" he growled. "The way your body responds to me. You want this, want me to take you, to make you mine."

You barely managed to turn your head to look at Ten, his eyes filled with a soft, gentle desire. Haechan, ever the jealous man, slid his hand up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair; the movement forcing you to turn back to him. His touch was possessive, dominating, and it sent a wave of heat through your body. "I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. And as Haechan’s lips crashed down on yours once more, you knew that, for now, it was his dominance that you craved.

Haechan’s grip tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He trailed hot, demanding kisses down your throat, his other hand roaming over your body, claiming every curve. You could feel Ten’s touch and presence, his soft touches contrasting with Haechan’s rough dominance, but it was Chan's intensity that had you wrapped around his finger.

"I want to hear you scream," Haechan murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "I want to feel you fall apart under me."

Ten’s hand slid up your arm, his touch light and soothing. You moaned, the dual sensations of their touches driving you wild. Haechan spun you around, his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the wall. His body pinned you, his hardness grinding against you as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Ten stepped closer, his hands joining Haechan’s on your hips. Instead of competing, he seemed to be supporting Haechan, his touch light and gentle, contrasting with Haechan’s rough grip. You could feel the battle for your attention raging between them, but it only served to heighten your arousal.

Haechan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and demanding, his lips crashing down on yours as he hiked up your skirt, his fingers hooking into your underwear. With a rough tug, he ripped them off, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Ten’s hands slid up your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let him take you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let him give you what you need. But remember, I'm here. I'll always be here, ready to give you what he can't."

Haechan’s fingers found your center, his touch rough and demanding. He growled against your lips, "So wet," he murmured. "You love this, don't you? You love being taken, being claimed." You moaned, your body arching into his touch. Haechan’s fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension and edge between the three of you helping you along as your body tensed while Haechan’s touch relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Ten’s hands joined Haechan’s, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan bring you to the brink by sliding his palms under your shirt, rubbing your stomach and squeezing in all the right places. "Let go," Ten whispered, his voice a soft melody against Haechan’s rough growls, “show Haechan how good you can be for him." And with a final push of his fingers plunging into you, Haechan sent you crashing over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Haechan’s lips captured any sounds that escaped you briefly before breaking apart from you to watch your face try and relax again. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself being moved and sandwiched between the two men, their bodies pressed against yours. Haechan’s dominance had won out, his rough, demanding touch claiming you in a way that Ten couldn't. But as Ten’s soft, gentle touch contrasted with Haechan’s roughness, you knew that this was far from over.

Haechan, his breath ragged, pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. Ten, standing behind you, pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to Haechan's roughness, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

“You okay?" Ten murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Haechan, noticing the exchange, smirked, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice a low purr. He pushed your shirt up, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin. Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra before deftly unhooking it. Haechan's hands moved fast and quickly replaced Ten's, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. Behind you, Ten's hands slid down to your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. His fingers found your ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass.

Haechan couldn’t let his eyes leave yours, your intoxicating glow leaving the man lightheaded as he dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh. You could feel Ten's gaze on the sight, his breath hitching softy in your ear as Haechan's tongue found your center, the startling act forcing a moan past your lips as you dropped your head to lay across Tens shoulder. Haechan's touch was rough, demanding, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. Your hand immediately found solace in Haechan’s hair, gripping it curtly without concern for the boys scalp. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your nails digging into his head, the vibrations forcing your eyes closed and another moan to escape past your lips.

Ten, feeling neglected, let his hands gripped your hips, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass. His breath was hot on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "Let him take you. Let him give you what you need." His words sent shivers down your spine, your body arching into Haechan's touch as your orgasm built once more.

Haechan's fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue plunged in and out of you. You could feel him pick up the pace, wanting you to finish faster for him - most likely in greed so he could start to work on pleasuring himself.

With a final, rough stroke of his tongue. Haechan sent you crashing over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Ten quickly turned your head around as best he could, moving you so his lips could capture your seductive scream; his kiss swallowing your moans as he brought you down from your high.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you found yourself being moved onto the bed. You didn’t question anything, your mind turned to mush from the stimulation. Ten, standing beside the bed, watched as Haechan pressed his body over yours and let his hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Haechan broke the kiss he had initiated with you: his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke. "I want to feel you come undone around me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I take you."

Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan position you on the bed. Haechan's body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his voice a low whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to take you."

You looked up at him, your body aching with need as you barely managed to sit up slightly and gaze into his eyes. "I want this," you whispered. "I want you to take me." To emphasize your point, you moved your hands to unbuckle Haechan’s pants, pushing them as well as his boxers as far down as your weak, lack of strength body could let you.

Haechan's lips crashed down on yours as he made quick work of finishing the job for you, shimmering the pants down to his ankles and leaning back down against you. He got himself lined up with your entrance, looking into your eyes once more for confirmation that you wanted this. You took in the scene around you for a moment, your heart feeling full as you smiled in excitement and opened your legs up more for Haechan to slot himself against you. He looked down, finally sliding his member into you just barely - letting you have a moment to adjust to the size you hadn’t felt in weeks. You moaned, feeling your cunt swallow him as Haechan finally lost patience and

thrust into you fully, his body filling yours completely. You gasped, your body arching into his as he began to move. Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. His body pressed against yours, his erection grinding against the back of your shoulder as he moved his knees under your upper body, supporting you so you could watch Haechan lose himself inside you.

Haechan's thrusts were quick and relentless, his body taking yours with what felt like a primal need. Ten's touch, however, was soft and gentle, his hands and lips exploring your body as he watched in helplessness and jealously while Haechan brought you to the brink for the third time now.

Haechan used one hand to hold your waist tightly - surely leaving a bruise for tomorrow - and another to hold your hand tightly, the both of you staring into each others eyes intimately as you watched his mouth move in a low tone. “Cmon y/n,” he strained, “fuck I know this feels good, huh?” You couldn’t answer, which you knew Haechan wouldn’t like. He ripped his hand away from yours and slapped a harsh blow against your left tit, the pain causing you to let a choked cry escape. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you saw your vision starting to go in and out as Haechan continued to abuse your hole and breasts. “I asked you a fucking question, princess!”

You knew it would only get worse if you refused to answer, so you managed a hoarse and broken, “yes, god,” you eyes kept rolling to the back of your head as Haechan’s pounding refused to relent, “it feels so fucking good! Keep going Haechan, p-please,” you moaned. At your begging, Haechan couldn’t hold back anymore, his body shuddering as he came undone inside you. The feeling of him filling you raw, refusing to relent as he held you closer, was the final push you needed to bring you over the edge for the third time that night.

As you both came down from your highs, Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he pulled you into his arms. Haechan, his body still pressed against yours, looked up at Ten, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr. Ten's eyes darkened, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. The two helped you to turn around and lay you across Ten’s body, the ladder laying you both down. Ten's let your body cover his, letting you catch your breath and adjust to your surroundings again. He rocked the two of you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while Haechan grabbed a towel off the floor and helped clean you. Finally, after about 5 minutes, Ten whispered, “think you can help me feel good, angel?” into your ear. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his erratic heart beat and briefly acknowledging that this was your best friend that currently had you wrapped in his arms. Your checks grew red, and you nodded your head, pushing to release yourself from his hold. You scooted down his body, stopping at his pants zipper and undoing them to help him get them off his legs. After successfully getting them down his legs, you couldn’t stop your staring as you took in your best friends size. You sighed, silently intimidated but too much in the moment to dwell on your nervousness.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," Ten murmured as he propped himself up to watch you, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you take me deep, to feel your lips and tongue work their magic."

Haechan, lying beside you, smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "Do it," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take him in your mouth. Make him feel as good as he makes you feel."

You looked up at Ten, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to be gentle and his primal need to take what he wanted. You reached up, your hand wrapping around his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. Ten moaned, his body shuddering at your touch.

"You like that?" you whispered, your voice a soft purr. Ten nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his body tensing as you took him into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. Haechan's hand slid up your back, his touch possessive and demanding as he helped you position yourself between Ten's legs. You took him deeper, your mouth and throat working in harmony to take him as deep as you could. Ten's hands fisted in your hair, his body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking good." You hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Ten's spine. He moaned, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. His hips began to move, his body thrusting into your mouth as he chased his release.

Haechan's hand slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watched you take Ten deeper and deeper. "That's it," he growled, his voice a low purr. "Take him deep. Make him come undone."

Ten's moans filled the room, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use. With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, your mouth and throat working to take every last drop.

As Ten came down from his high, he pulled you up to lay next to him, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you deeply. As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the three of you found yourselves lying entwined on the bed, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of what had just transpired. Ten's arm was draped over your waist, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. Haechan lay on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady.

No one spoke. The words seemed to catch in your throats, a mix of excitement, nerves, and a shared understanding that this was a moment to savor without the need for explanation. Tomorrow would bring conversations and decisions, but for now, you all just wanted to be in this moment, to feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of shared intimacy. Ten's lips brushed against your neck, a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down your spine. Haechan's hand slid up to rest on your chest, his thumb gently circling your waist. You could feel the rhythm of their hearts, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moon that peaked through the blinds casting long shadows across the walls. The faint sound of the party downstairs seemed distant, as if it belonged to another world. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, it was just the three of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and unspoken promises. You turned your head to look at Ten, his eyes soft and reflective. He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their delicate dance on your skin. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the smooth unevenness against your palm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. Haechan stirred, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer. His breath was warm on your skin, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, and it brought a sense of peace that you hadn't expected.

The silence was comforting, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you all night. For now, you were content to just be; to feel the warmth of their bodies, to listen to the soft sounds of their breathing, and to let the reality of what had happened sink in. Slowly, the tension in your muscles began to ease, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. Ten's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing deeper and more even. Haechan's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the two of them, their faces peaceful in the soft light. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them, and let your own eyes close. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the gentle rhythm of their breaths.

As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever tomorrow brought, whatever decisions needed to be made, you knew that for now, you were exactly where you were meant to be. Cuddled between Ten and Haechan, surrounded by their warmth and the promise of what could be. And with that thought, you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace, ready to face whatever the morning might bring.

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Phases / (l.dh)

“'Til fate brings you home, I'll wait through your phases” playing “Phases” by PRETTYMUCH

>summary. You promised yourself you were done with him. Done with the late-night calls, the fleeting touches, the way he always left before morning. But some cycles are harder to break—especially when he looks at you like that. >genre. smut, exes, toxic cycle >words. 4.2k >tags. fingering, doll nickname, reader uses she/her pronouns, penetration, praising, a lil possesive, swearing, toxic relationship, sweet aftercare, no condom reader is on pills (pls practice safe sex!), 18+ minors dni!

The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and your friends were long gone.

You started questioning why you even came here in the first place when back at home, a movie and your favorite ice cream were waiting for you. Such a great plan… damn it.

You decided to go to the yard to get some air, hoping to escape the suffocating heat and the loud music that was making your ears ring. You needed a break, a moment to yourself away from the chaos inside.

But when you step out into the front yard, your breath catches in your throat. You hadn’t seen Haechan in months, and yet, the first place you find him is right here. He’s standing there, laughing with a girl, his dark hair messy in that way you always liked. He’s wearing a black graphic t-shirt and ragged, baggy jeans, looking like he hasn't changed at all. His hand casually brushes against her hair, tucking it behind her ear as his smile lights up his face.

It’s so typical.

You can feel your pulse quicken, a mix of frustration and that all-too-familiar ache in your chest. But you don’t turn back. Instead, you clench your jaw and scoff loudly enough for them to hear, the frustration bubbling up before you can stop it. Without another word, you turn on your heel, ready to leave this party — this whole situation — that’s starting to feel like a nightmare.

You're almost out the door when you hear a voice call your name. That voice. The one that always made your knees weak, the one that made you feel like you were falling, even when you promised yourself you wouldn’t again.

"Leaving already?"

You stop in your tracks and turn around. Staring at him dead in the eyes

"Was thinking about it."

Then, the sound of footsteps approaches — slow, deliberate. You can feel the warmth of his presence before he even speaks again.

"You’re really going to leave without saying hi?" he teases, his voice playful.

You keep your eyes on him, trying to mask the wave of emotions crashing inside you. The girl, once laughing beside him, suddenly looks uncomfortable, sensing the shift in the air. She glances between you and Haechan, and with a quick glance, she walks off, leaving the two of you alone.

The moment she’s out of sight, the weight of everything between you and Haechan hits you all at once. Everyone who knows the two of you knows the story. The past that’s never truly gone

Haechan doesn’t move, just watches you, waiting for something. Maybe for you to break. His eyes never leave yours, the familiar intensity of his gaze making your heart race despite everything.

“Now you're acting like you don't care?” he says softly, his voice low, almost like a challenge.

You roll your eyes at him, biting back a sharp retort, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crumble. But damn, it’s harder than you thought.

“Mmm, so quiet,” he laughs, his gaze never leaving yours. “Weird, considering how much you were craving my attention earlier.”

His voice drips with confidence, but there’s something else there too—something you can’t quite place, yet it pulls at you like a thread. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, filling the space between you two. 

"Don't act like you didn't want me to notice," he adds, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "You know I always do." 

“Is that so?” you reply, voice trembling just slightly. “You think I care enough for you to want your attention?”

Haechan chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a step closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. "You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t, would you?"

You instinctively take a step back, but your heart betrays you, racing as you try to keep some space between the two of you. "I’m leaving," you say, trying to sound confident, but your words lack the force you hoped for.

Haechan watches you carefully, his gaze now intense, almost searching. “You can try,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But we both know you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m tired of our nights ending like they always do, Haechan. Truly,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but it holds more weight than any of the words you've spoken tonight.

Haechan pauses, his expression softening for the briefest moment, like he’s hearing you for the first time. He doesn’t take a step forward this time. Instead, he simply watches you, like he’s trying to understand what you mean.

“Then why don’t you walk away?” he says, his tone quieter now, more raw. There’s no teasing in his voice anymore, just something close to regret—or maybe it's fear.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s the one finally unraveling. But you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that doubt in your eyes. “Because I don’t think I can,” you answer, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions swirling inside you.

Haechan steps closer again, but this time there’s no smirk on his face. Just the silence between you two, thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

The air between you two feels charged, as if every moment of tension is building to this exact point. Haechan’s gaze flickers to your lips, and before you can even react, he’s closing the distance, his hand reaching up to gently pull you closer.

His lips are on yours in an instant, fierce, desperate, as if he’s been waiting for this moment as much as you have. You gasp into the kiss, and it’s enough for him to deepen it, his fingers threading through your hair, pulling you in even closer, like he can’t get enough.

The taste of him is intoxicating, his breath hot against your skin as he moves, taking control of the kiss, every motion sending heat through your veins. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body hard and warm, making it impossible to pull away.

You kiss him back, harder, just as eager, your hands finding their way to his chest, his jaw—anything to pull him even closer, if that’s even possible.

The kiss deepens, both of you fighting for dominance. He bites your lower lip gently, and you gasp, the sharpness of it sending a rush through you. Before you can even process it, his tongue enters your mouth, claiming you in a way that has your body trembling with anticipation.

A soft moan escapes you, unintentional, but it drives him wild. He responds with more urgency, his hands roaming over your body, pulling you flush against him. His lips trail down your neck, sucking gently as you gasp again, his touch igniting every nerve in your skin.

His mouth returns to yours, more demanding now. You fight back, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer, but Haechan isn’t about to let you win so easily.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and intense. “I missed you,” he breathes, his voice rough, his forehead resting against yours. “Missed the way you sound when I kiss you… how you feel against me…”

He presses his lips to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I could never walk away from this,” he whispers, his voice low and intimate. “Could never find anything that compares to you.”

The words hang in the air between you two, heavy with meaning, as Haechan’s hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over your skin. You can feel your breath quicken, every inch of your body in overdrive, and for a moment, the world outside of this space disappears.

He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours, slow and soft this time, a sharp contrast to the fire that was there moments ago. It’s as if he’s savoring every second, every inch of you, and you can’t help but melt into it.

Your hand finds its way to his chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his body, and his chest rises and falls with every breath, each one sending more heat through your veins.

You pull back just enough to look at him, your heart racing in your chest as you think, Is this how you want your night to end?

A brief moment of clarity hits you. You know what tomorrow will bring. The morning will come, and he’ll be gone—just like always.

But for now, you’re here, with him, and it feels like you’re on the edge of something you can’t quite explain.

“Tell me this isn’t a mistake,” you whisper, but even as you say it, the question feels empty. You know the answer.

Haechan’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a split second, everything feels uncertain. But then, he smiles—just a little, the familiar smirk that used to drive you crazy—and the distance between you two feels nonexistent.

“It’s not,” he says simply, voice steady but with that same underlying intensity. “It never is.”

You can feel the weight of his words lingering in the air, and even though every part of you wants to fight it, you know the truth: this is just another one of his phases. Another moment where everything feels right, but you both know it’ll slip away once the high fades.

"Do you ever think this is all just a game to you?" you murmur, voice barely audible, your hand still pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Haechan’s eyes flicker, like he's considering your words. "Maybe," he says after a pause, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "But it's always been like this, hasn't it? We come back together, then we go our separate ways. The cycle just keeps going."

You hate how right he is. It’s never truly over. No matter how many times you’ve tried to move on, you always find yourself back here, caught in his orbit.

“Take me to your place,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words come out firm, like a decision you can’t take back. You feel the weight of the moment, but it doesn’t stop you. There’s this pull, a craving that has only intensified since the party.

He analyzes you, his expression unreadable for a moment, as if he’s gauging whether this is just another fleeting impulse or something deeper. Then, his lips curl into that familiar smirk.

"You don’t have to say it twice," he responds with a hint of amusement, but his eyes narrow slightly. "But are you sure?"

You pause. That familiar question. The one that always makes you wonder if this is the right choice. Your heart races, your mind clouds over with doubt, but the need to be close to him, to feel his presence, is overpowering.

“I’m sure,” you reply, your voice steady even though your thoughts are anything but.

The ride to his place is silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and the music he carefully chose from the playlist you two always jam to. The familiar melodies should be comforting, but tonight, they only make the tension heavier, like an unspoken promise lingering between you. His hand rests on your thigh, rubbing slow, absentminded circles against your skin—so familiar, so easy, like muscle memory. It feels right in a way that makes you second-guess yourself. You can’t deny that this is dangerous—familiar territory where nothing ever stays the same. But at this moment, you don’t care. Maybe because you've done this so many times, you've grown accustomed to the way he makes you feel, to the way you always come back to him.

His room is the same as always, dimly lit, carrying the same scent that you’ve memorized over time. The door clicks shut behind you, and you feel him there, close—so close his warmth seeps into your skin. He leans in, his breath ghosting over the back of your neck.

"You okay?" His voice is softer now, almost like he’s trying to reassure you, but the tension is undeniable.

You turn to face him, your eyes locking with his. For a brief second, doubt flickers in your mind—should you stop before it goes too far? But then he’s right there, so close that if you leaned in, your lips would meet. And you want that. You want him.

You push the hesitation aside. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Just don’t want to regret this.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"I must not be doing a great job if I’ve got you thinking so much." His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it—like he’s daring you to forget everything else, to just focus on this, on him.

Before you can even respond, his lips crash against yours, all heat and urgency. There’s no room for second thoughts, no space for hesitation. He moves fast, his hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against him as your back presses against the door. The familiar heat rushes through your body, igniting something deep inside you.

His hands start to wander. One moves to cup your breast, his fingers pressing just enough to make you shudder, while the other slides down your back, tracing your spine before settling on your ass. His grip is firm, possessive, making your breath hitch.

"You still thinking?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers tease against your skin. Against that sensitive spot just beneath the waistband of your panties.

But by now, thinking is the last thing on your mind.

His hands move with deliberate slowness, undressing you piece by piece. He presses soft, lingering kisses against your neck as he peels off your top and unhooks your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes darken as he takes you in, a mix of hunger and something else—something deeper. Then, with a smirk, he carefully throws you onto the bed.

You look up at him with starry eyes.

You'll never get over him.

He settles between your legs, his fingers tracing over the fabric of your panties before slipping between your thighs. His touch is teasing, purposeful, massaging slow, lazy circles over your clit while his lips trail down your neck, finding those sweet spots he knows oh so well. The ones that make you melt beneath him.

A whine escapes you as your fingers grip his shoulders, desperate, needy. You tug at his shirt, at the clothes still keeping him from you. You need to see him—feel him.

"You're so impatient," he chuckles against your skin, but his voice is rough, betraying just how much he wants this too.

He gets rid of everything—every last piece of clothing separating you—until there’s nothing left between you but heat and want.

"I'm always thinking about you, Y/N," he murmurs after taking a moment to admire you again, his gaze lingering, almost awed. There’s something lover-like in his eyes, something that shouldn’t be there.

But that can't be. He can't love you. Not when he keeps putting you through everything he does.

You roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh, trying to push the weight of his words aside. "Don't need to go all romantic on me now, Haechan. I know what we came here to do. No need to mask it."

"Oh, but I’m serious." His fingers trail down your body, slow and deliberate, as he leans in close, his lips grazing your ear. "Every. Single. Time. When I'm alone, when I'm with other girls, I’m just imagining your eyes, your sounds, your body... the way your pussy feels like it’s made for me and only me."

He then bites down on your neck, sharp enough to make you gasp, before soothing the spot with slow, open-mouthed kisses, sucking just enough to leave a mark. A reminder.

You moan, your body reacting before you can stop it, your hand instinctively reaching down to palm him through his boxers. But before you can get a proper grip, he grabs your wrist, laughing lowly against your skin.

"Not so fast," he teases, his tone dripping with amusement. "I’m not done pregaming yet."

He slides his fingers between your folds first, just to feel how soaked you already are. A satisfied hum vibrates in his chest, and then, with the kind of cocky patience that drives you insane, he starts rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit—just the way he knows you like it.

Your breath hitches, hips twitching into his touch, and that’s all it takes for his smirk to deepen.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice thick with something between amusement and pure hunger. "You’re already dripping, baby. Were you thinking about this all night?"

You just nod desperately, barely able to form words, your body aching for more—aching for him.

He chuckles, low and knowing, before sliding one finger inside you, his lips crashing against yours at the same time. You moan into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, making your hips move instinctively, chasing more.

But just as quickly, he pulls his fingers away, his hands gripping your hips firmly, holding you still.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, voice dripping with amusement and control. "Be a good doll and take what I give you. No moving… or I stop.

You just say, 'Yes, I promise I'll be a good doll, can you please—'"

But before you can even finish, he slides two fingers inside you, cutting off your words with a sharp gasp. Your back arches, your nails digging into his arms as he curls them just right, like he always does.

He bites his lip, eyes locked on you, watching every little reaction. You look so hot like this—lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. That image, that expression, it’s burned into his mind from all the times he’s had you like this. And he’ll never get tired of it.

His fingers move in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing, stretching, making you feel every single inch of him. You’re burning up, thighs trembling as he keeps his grip firm on your hip, not letting you move, not letting you chase more than what he’s giving.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with something between admiration and possession. "Always so eager, so needy for me."

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing lazy circles that make your breath hitch. "You feel that? How fucking wet you are for me?" His smirk deepens when you whimper, your hips twitching against his hold.

"Tell me, doll," he leans in, lips grazing your ear, "is this what you were thinking about back at the party? Were you already dripping for me before you even asked me to bring you here?"

You're so lost in pleasure, your body responding to his every touch, his words like fuel to the fire. You just nod, nodding to everything he says, lost in the haze of his voice and hands.

"Gon' go stupid on me, doll?" His voice is low, teasing, and he watches you closely, reading the way you squirm beneath him. He feels how close you are, how desperately you're holding on, so he picks up the pace. His thumb circles your clit with a precision that drives you wild.

The sound of your moans fills the room, incoherent and desperate, your body trembling as it climbs closer to the edge. “Baby, please... don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m coming,” is all you manage to say, your words a mix of pleading and pure need.

With a loud moan and the continued clenching of your pussy, you come around his fingers, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you, feeling like heaven brought to earth.

Haechan watches you, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he slows his movements, enjoying the way you’ve come undone for him. “That’s it, doll,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky  “Mmm, such a good, good doll, only for me, right?” 

"Yes," you say, your breath coming in shallow gasps, completely honest, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, please." Your words are desperate, tinged with need, and you can't help the pout that forms on your lips. The longing in your voice is unmistakable, a thirst you can't quench, like he's the only source of water in a desert.

"Everything for the princess," he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips as he pumps his cock slightly, teasing you with his slow, deliberate movements. He watches you carefully as he lines himself up with your entrance, furrowing his brows as he presses the tip against you.

"Fuck... so tight," he groans, his voice thick with desire, as he begins to enter you slowly, savoring every inch of you. Your voice breaks into moans as the stretch of him inside you feels like nothing you've ever experienced before. It’s perfect, it’s maddening—no one will ever make you feel this way again. His lips lower to yours, capturing your breath in a kiss while he begins pounding into you, each thrust slow but deliberate, sending shockwaves through your body. Every thrust pulls a moan from your lips, and you hear the occasional grunt from him, the sound vibrating through your ear, making you wetter with each passing second.

You can’t help but pulse around his shaft in purpose, craving hearing him fall apart. A soft whine escapes him, and his eyes flash with a little surprise.

"God, you’re driving me crazy," he mutters and laughs between breaths, his gaze dark and intense. "You’re so fucking perfect like this, clenching around me” He suddenly grabs your legs, lifting them up and placing them over his shoulders, changing the angle as he drives into you harder. The shift in position has you gasping, and the pleasure intensifies to an almost unbearable level. You can feel every inch of him, his thrusts deeper and faster now, each one making your body tremble.

You're so close to the edge, the feeling of him stretching you just right, hitting spots no one ever has, that you can hardly keep yourself together. Your breath comes in desperate gasps, your moans growing louder, your body almost on the brink of climax. Even though you haven’t quite come yet, you’re so close that it’s almost overwhelming. You can tell by the shallower thrusts and the slight change in his rhythm that Haechan is near his own release too, his control slipping just as much as yours.

“Fuck, doll... I’m close,” he breathes out, his voice low and strained, the intensity of the moment pulling at his control. You can feel him start to falter, his rhythm slightly off as he pushes deeper, his breath uneven.

You can only nod in response, the words failing to come out as you chant a breathless “Yes” repeatedly, your body trembling with the undeniable urge to come undone with him. You both know the inevitable is close, the pressure building in the most delicious, overwhelming way.

He finally unravels, his breath ragged as he reaches his peak, the sound of his pleasure sending you over the edge right along with him. The world blurs for a moment, just pure sensation, and then he slowly collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight, breaths heavy and unsteady.

As the tremors slowly fade, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, a gentle, tender moment after everything. His hands still caress you, his touch grounding you both after the wild pleasure. As you both lay there, his hand gently strokes your hair, a soft gesture that contrasts with the intensity of what just happened. He pulls the covers up around you both, making sure you're warm and comfortable. His touch is soft, almost reverent, as if he wants to make sure you feel cared for, even though the night is winding down.

“You good?” he asks quietly, his voice low but filled with concern. He moves a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

You nod, still feeling the aftershocks of everything, but safe in his arms. He gives you a small smile, the usual smirk replaced by something softer, more genuine.

“Let me get you some water,” he says, before disappearing briefly to grab a bottle. When he returns, he hands it to you with a playful, “Gotta keep my doll hydrated, right?”

You take the water gratefully, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest at his thoughtfulness. As you drink, he quietly slips out of the bed, returning shortly with a few cleansing wipes in hand. He sits back down beside you, gently lifting your legs as he begins to carefully clean you up, his touch tender and gentle.

"Hold still," he murmurs, his eyes focused on his task, making sure every last trace of the moment is wiped away. You can’t help but feel a sense of comfort from his care, the way he’s always so considerate, even after everything.

"You’re good," he whispers again, his lips brushing against your temple. "Just rest for a bit."

"Thank you." Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but there's sincerity behind it. You snuggle into him, your head resting against his chest as the rhythmic beat of his heart becomes the only sound you focus on. It calms you in a way that words can’t describe, and for the first time tonight, you feel a sense of peace.

But deep down, you already know tomorrow morning will end up like every morning with him.

[crdteezv]

Hi y’all, it’s been awhile! I just wanted to say that I recently saw 127 in concert, and let me tell you, it was one of the best shows I’ve ever been to.

Let me just say, Haechan and I��� we’re so locked in right now 🤞🏾. He will forever be my ult and no one can ever top him for me 🙂‍↕️🫶🏾.

ANYWAYS, just know that I love him and 127 even more now after seeing them perform live!!

Also, sorry for not posting for a while my motivation has been low. Just know that I did write out one of the requests, and it’s almost done! As soon as I finish, I’ll make sure to post it.

look at how fine he is…

[crdteezv]

I swear I’m going to start getting to all your requests soon. Just know that I have seen them all and I’ve been saving them. Hopefully I can get to them soon 😭🙏🏾

[crdteezv]

The Project - Haechan + Ten

Paring:  !popular guy! haechan x ! popular guy! ten x f! reader

Genre: college! au, smut

Synopsis: You're paired with the most popular guys in your school, Ten and Haechan, for a group project.  Everyone seems to love them and fall for their charm but you simply couldn’t understand why. But now, you’re entangled between two best friends, caught in their pull…

 Warnings: smut. !teasing dom! haechan/ten, they’re both best friends, the reader can be a little shy at times, sub reader, mention/use of alcohol, dirty talk, teasing, praise/ slight degradation, heavy cumplay(you have been warned…) (3some), oral (f. giving), thigh riding, edging, hair pulling, manhelded, light voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, drunk/unprotected sex 

Word Count: 10.5k words

A/N: Listen I made this fic to feed into my own delusions because I want them both so bad 😭🙏🏾. It’s the way I never see anyone make a fic of the both of them…

At first, the library was silent, except for the soft rustling of pages and the quiet footsteps of those browsing the shelves. You sat at a wooden table near the back, chin propped on your hand, eyes flicking between the textbook in front of you and the half-empty Word document glowing dimly on your laptop. The project was due next week, and despite your better judgment, you’d somehow end up stuck with the most well-known people in your school: Ten and Haechan.

Everyone at the college loved them—Ten for his effortless charm and quick wit, and Haechan for his playful smirk and endless energy. Together, they were practically irresistible. You, however, weren’t so easily impressed. Sure, they were undeniably attractive—maybe even annoyingly so, but their constant antics were exhausting. 

Ten lounged across from you, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers as he skimmed through a stack of notes. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and every so often, he’d push it back with an easy flick of his wrist. Meanwhile, Haechan slouched to your left, half-heartedly typing while humming a pop song under his breath. They were supposed to help with the presentation, but all they did was interrupt and bicker.

“Seriously, can you guys focus?” you snapped, patience wearing thin.

Haechan huffed, crossing his arms. “Tell him to stop acting like he’s some kind of gaming expert.” 

Ten scoffed, leaning back. “I can’t help it if I’m just naturally better.” 

“You’re not,” Haechan shot back. 

“Your aim is trash.” 

“And yet, I still clutched that last round,” Ten said smugly. “

That was lag!”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oh my god, can you two drop it and actually help? You’re annoying everyone.”

Haechan snickered, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. No one cares. They’re too busy pretending to study while sneaking glances at me and Ten.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent less time worrying about your stupid little video game, we’d get something done.”

Ten leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, eyes glittering with amusement. “Are you always this uptight, or are you planning hard to get and you secretly love being in our group?”

That was the last straw. “I don’t love anything about this group, except how fast I’m leaving once we’re done.”

Your voice had risen just enough to catch the librarian’s attention. She shot you a sharp glare over her glasses, arms crossed in clear disapproval.

“Enough. Take your noise elsewhere—you’re too loud.”

Before you could protest, she was already ushering you, Haechan, and Ten toward the exit. You muttered apologies, but it was clear you weren’t welcome back anytime soon.

Once outside, you whirled on them. “Great. Where are we supposed to work now?”

Ten and Haechan were laughing, clearly not taking you seriously.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” you snapped.

Haechan tried to collect himself, but his grin gave him away. “Sorry, it’s just… we’ve didn’ never seen you this mad before.”

“Well, maybe that’s because I actually wanted to start this project, and neither of you has even looked at it,” you huffed.

That seemed to guilt them—at least a little. Ten placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a small smile. “Hey, we’re sorry for the dumb arguments. It’s always this guy’s fault for starting them anyway.”

“Hey!” Haechan protested, offended.

You chuckled despite yourself, feeling a bit better. With a sigh, you said, “Come on, let’s just work at my dorm.”

They exchanged glances before nodding.

Ten smirked. “Good idea. At least your dorm won’t have a cranky librarian.”

You all laughed as you headed off together.

Back in your apartment dorm, the air felt heavier, more intimate. The space seemed to amplify the tension, especially knowing you’d be stuck with Ten and Haechan for the next few hours, your sanctuary invaded.

Trying to ignore their amused chatter, you moved through the space, heading to your room to change into something more comfortable—a cropped top and loose shorts. It was nothing unusual, but when you stepped back out, you noticed their eyes lingering.

Haechan’s usual smirk faltered for just a second, his gaze flicking from your bare waist to your thighs before he quickly looked away. Ten, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a prickle down your spine, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Nice outfit,” he said casually, leaning back against the wall. His tone was light, but there was something else in his gaze—something new.

“Yeah,” Haechan added, his voice quieter than usual. “It’s… cute.”

You crossed your arms, ignoring the sudden warmth in your face. “Thanks… now let's focus, we have a lot of work to do.”

But as the evening dragged on, the shift in the air became impossible to ignore. Ten’s gaze lingered a little too long, and Haechan’s teasing remarks carried a different edge. You became hyper-aware of every move, every accidental brush of skin as you worked side by side. And though you’d never admit it, a small part of you didn’t entirely mind.

You start to wonder if you can even handle being in a group with them…

A few days had passed, and the three of you had gradually started working more on the project together. But today, it was just you and Ten. Haechan was stuck at soccer practice so he wasn’t able to make it. You couldn’t ignore the tension between you.

Ten sat across from you at the dining table, his dark eyes scanning his screen, though his focus seemed divided. You could feel his gaze lingering—on your face, your hands, the curve of your neck.

“Something wrong?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you typed away.

“No.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching with an exaggerated sigh. The hem of his hoodie lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin. “Just thinking about how weird it is without Haechan here. It’s so quiet.”

It was noticeably quieter without Haechan filling every silence with endless chatter.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you muttered, glancing up at him. “We might actually get something done.”

Ten’s lips curled into a slow, almost dangerous smile. “You don’t like working with him?”

“I don’t like either of you, to be honest. But I don’t have a choice,” you corrected.

His gaze sharpened, watching you intently, and it was starting to unravel something inside you.

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“This cranky,” he teased. “Every time we work on this project, you never loosen up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You two barely help as it is and never focus when I try to talk to you about it.”

Ten pushed his laptop aside, folding his arms on the table as he leaned in closer, his eyes tracing over your features. “I can fix that,” he murmured. “I’ll start paying more attention.” His gaze flickered downward, lingering just a moment too long.

You shifted in your seat, avoiding his eyes.

“You know, you’re different when we’re alone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re… more shy,” he said.

His gaze dipped briefly before returning to yours, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And you’re more on edge…maybe even nervous?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smirked. “Then why can’t you look me in the eye, love?”

The pet name caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could respond, his fingers grazed the back of your hand—a fleeting touch, but one that sent a trail of warmth up your arm.

The air between you shifted. The room felt smaller, the distance between you shrinking even though neither of you had moved.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

“I—” you started, but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on—made your voice falter. He got up from his seat and made his way over to you and sat beside you.

He then leaned in, closing the space between you. His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening it. Before you knew it, you were on the couch, straddling his lap.

Ten’s hands found your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. The soft groan he let out when you shifted against him sent a shiver down your spine. You tested the friction between you, and his fingers tightened their grip, anchoring you in place. His lips left yours, trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Fuck, Ten… we shouldn’t be doing this. We have so much—”

Your words cut off with a sharp inhale as his hands slid lower, cupping your ass.

A quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.

“Oh, come on, sweetie,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re just taking a little break, right?”

Typical. He always found a way to get what he wanted.

“Besides… you could use one after working so hard on this project, don’t you think?”

You could only nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. Your hips rolled against him, and his grip on you tightened. He let out a low groan, his control slipping.

“Mhm, since you love grinding on me so much,” he murmured, his voice low, “how about you do that for me on my thigh?”

You blinked, taken aback. “You can’t be serious…”

“Very.” His gaze darkened, sharp, and unwavering.

Hesitantly, you straddled his thigh, your body already aching for more. As you began to move, the friction sent a rush of pleasure through you, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. Ten’s grip on your waist tightened, his breath hitching.

“God, you look so good like this,” he coaxed.

“Shut up—”

He flexed his thigh beneath you, and the sudden pressure made you moan—a sound that caught both of you off guard.

“Aww,” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “It’s cute that you think you can talk back to me.” His fingers traced slow circles over your hips. “Besides… you like the attention I’m giving you.”

You finally understood the pull he had on people. He always knew exactly what to say, effortlessly drawing them in, keeping them hanging on his every word. And somehow, you’d fallen right into his hands.

Your movements quickened, the tension in your body coiling tighter. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, barely able to hold yourself together.

“Mhm, are you close, my pretty girl?” he hummed and all you could do was nod.

“Then let go for me.”

With a final roll of your hips, pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling against him. You barely registered the mess you had made, too lost in the lingering high.

“Damn,” Ten chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “You were really pent up, huh?”

Embarrassment flooded through you. You couldn’t even look at him. You had completely fallen into his trap.

“Whatever,” you muttered, scrambling off him. "Can we just clean up now and actually get back to work on this project?"

He laughed and agreed, the teasing glint in his eyes never fading. But as you got up to grab a washcloth, he caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Just know this isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice lower, more serious. “We’ll continue this another time.”

You stared at him, startled by the weight of his words—like he meant every single one. Slowly, you nodded, signaling your understanding.

The two of you cleaned up and got back to work, but no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t shake what had just happened. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

A few days later…

Haechan showed up at your dorm much earlier than expected, that same cocky look on his face as he breezed in, making himself at home. You should’ve been annoyed, but strangely, you weren’t. 

"Where’s Ten?" he asked, walking right past you and flopping onto your bed like he actually lives here.

“He’s coming later,” you muttered, trying to ignore how his legs sprawled out, taking up way too much of the bed.

“Guess it’s just us then,” he said, his smirk widening as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You don’t look thrilled.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on the project in front of you, but before you could, Haechan was leaning over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear as he glanced at your screen.

“So, how was working with Ten last time? I bet you missed me,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but think back to the last time you’d worked with Ten. The memory of it made heat rise in your chest, and you wondered, just for a moment, if Ten had told Haechan about what had happened between you two.

“Not in the slightest,” you shot back. “I get more work done with him than I ever do with you.”

“So you like him more than me?” Haechan asked, his voice laced with a mock pout.

“Well, I didn’t say all that…” You paused, looking down at your hands. “It’s just quieter when you’re not around. And I will admit, I sometimes kind of miss—actually, never mind.”

You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to tease you about whatever you were about to say.

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. What were you going to say?” His voice turned flirtatious, the kind of tone that made your stomach twist in ways you hated to admit.

You hated when he did this—when he played with you, knowing just how to push your buttons. He loved seeing you become a mess, trying to keep your composure while he unraveled you bit by bit.

“It’s nothing, alright? Now, unlike you, I actually care about passing, so can you please stop teasing me and help me with this work?” you snapped, trying to get back to the project.

But instead of listening, he swiveled your chair to face him, locking eyes with you. His usual playful gaze was now replaced with something deeper, something more intense. He was towering over you as you sat up to look at him, his hands resting firmly on the armrests of your chair as he leaned down, looking at you with an intensity that made you catch your breath.

“Forget about the work for a second and focus on me,” he murmured, with one of his hands slowly creeping down to your thigh. “I want to know what you were going to say.”

Your breath hitched, and your heart raced as his thumb moved in slow circles against your skin. You couldn’t find your words. His touch felt like fire, and it left you frozen.

“I was going to say that I kind of missed you…” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it.

He gave a low, amused chuckle. “Wait, really? I thought you didn’t like me because I always talk your ear off. ”His tone was playful, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. “Well, I don’t mind it, to be honest. You kind of help me unwind when you make me laugh. Your jokes really do help, and they make me forget about the project for a bit. Not that Ten isn’t funny... he is, just quieter and mostly keeps to himself, you know?”

Haechan was quiet for a moment, clearly surprised by your confession. He genuinely thought you didn’t like him. But now, hearing you say this, something shifted in his expression. Maybe you’d grown a little soft for him after all.

Haechan’s eyes softened, just for a moment, before the smirk returned, wider and more confident than before. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers lingered on your thigh, the contact sending a jolt of heat through you.

“Didn’t think I had that effect on you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

“I bet you do this to all the girls you mess with,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned your chair back around to focus on the work.

Haechan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear in a way that made it hard to think. “Only the ones I really want,” he replied, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the work in front of you, but it felt impossible with him so close. The heat from his body, the way his breath ghosted over your skin—it was all too much.

"Why are you doing this?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as your typed away on your laptop.

His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but now it had a sharper edge. "Because I can," he said simply, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles on your skin. "And because you haven’t told me to stop."

You gasped at his words, but couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. Instead, something inside you shifted, and the line between annoyance and attraction started to come together.

"I-I thought you were here to help me with the project," you said, trying to break the tension with a half-hearted attempt at humor.

"Who says we can’t multitask?" His grin widened as he moved to side of you so he can look down at you and see the bashful look on your face. "Besides, I think we’re doing a pretty good job of it already."

Your pulse quickened, and you realized you weren’t sure where this was headed anymore. The teasing and flirting were growing more intense, more real, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to stop or keep going.

Before you could respond, he lowered his voice again, towering down to the side of your face with his lips dangerously close to your ear. “So, what’s it gonna be? You want me to help with the work... or something else?”

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation, and you knew there was no turning back now.

Haechan's eyes never left yours, his smirk deepening as he slowly, deliberately, moved closer. His hands found the armrests of your chair, trapping you in place as he loomed over you, his presence all-consuming. Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs as the heat between you both thickened.

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you, making it impossible to ignore the way he was looking at you—like he had already won.

Your fingers twitched over your laptop keyboard, but your mind was blank. The work in front of you might as well have been in another language for all the attention you could give it. Haechan knew it too. He could see the way your lips parted slightly, the way your body betrayed you, leaning in despite yourself.

He then knelt down for a kiss.

Soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, he tilted his head and deepened it. His lips moved against yours with slow, intoxicating confidence, his tongue slipping between them, tasting you, claiming you. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he pressed closer, bending down to make up for the height difference while you sat frozen in your chair.

But he didn’t want to keep bending down to reach you.

Without warning, he grabbed your laptop, placed it on the bed, and shoved everything off your desk, letting it scatter carelessly.

 He grabbed you, and picked you up  as if it was nothing. A small gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as he carried you to the desk.

“Hey—” you barely got the protest out before he set you down on the cleared desk, stepping between your thighs and pulling you flush against him.

“You’ll live,” he murmured against your lips, his hands already roaming, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist like he owned you.

Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for stability, but really, you just wanted to feel him, to confirm this was real. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous. “You taste even better than I thought,” he admitted, smirking as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, teasing, testing.

You swallowed hard, your skin burning from his touch, from the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close, not wanting him to leave.

 “You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.

“Only because I know what I want.”

He was kissing you again, harder this time, hungrier. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them as he pressed closer, trapping you between his body and the desk.You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the way he tasted, the way his fingers gripped your skin and how his tongue moved with yours as if he had all the time in the world.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away, only to take your place in the chair. He sat down, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, settling you on his lap like you belonged there.

“There,” he breathed, looking up at you with hooded eyes, his fingers brushing your hair back before trailing down your spine. “Much better.”

Your heart raced in your chest, your fingers threading through his dark hair as you looked down at him, breathless, caught between disbelief and raw desire. The way he gazed up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hands on your hips, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt—it was clear this wasn’t over.

Haechan’s touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing your neck. His hand moved lower, fingertips skimming the waistband of your shorts before slipping inside. Your breath caught as his fingers found your heat, his touch deliberate and teasing.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with desire, his fingers pressing where you needed them most. “Already so wet for me.”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he worked you slowly, his fingers curling, coaxing pleasure from you with each calculated stroke. The way he watched you, reveling in your little reactions. Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the sensation, but he kept you on the edge, never giving you quite enough.

Just as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, a sharp knock at your front door broke the moment.

Both of you froze. Your breath was ragged, your body trembling as you tried to make sense of reality again. Haechan’s fingers still rested inside you, a silent, frustrated pause between you before the knock came again, louder this time.

“Shit,” you whispered, scrambling to reach for your phone as it buzzed on the desk beside you.

Haechan smirked, watching you with lazy amusement as you answered the call, pressing the phone to your ear while attempting to steady your breathing.

“Hey, I’m here I’ve been knocking on your door for awhile now,” Ten’s voice came through, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. “Are you home? Also, I remember Haechan told me he was going to be there earlier than me. Is he with you right now?”

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t hear Ten knocking on your door for the past five minutes. You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to sound normal, despite the heat still pulsing through your veins. “Uh—yeah! Yes, I’m home and yeah he is here. I’ll be there in a second.”

You ended the call, exhaling sharply, your gaze snapping to Haechan, who hadn’t moved an inch. His smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over your thigh before pulling away completely, leaving you aching, unsatisfied.

“Guess you have to go let him in,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You shot him a glare before scrambling off his lap, your legs still shaky as you hurried to fix your clothes. The smug look on his face only made your frustration grow.

The project was finally turned in, freeing the three of you from hours of cramped sessions, awkward tension, and the intense moments that had built up between you and each of them.You thought you could finally breathe—maybe even return to normal. But as you sat in your dorm with Ten and Haechan sprawled lazily on your bed, your mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened.

Since you had all worked so hard on the project, you figured you deserved to celebrate, cracking open a bottle of your favorite alcohol and passing around shot glasses. The familiar burn of liquor settled in your stomach as the three of you took turns, the warmth spreading through your veins.

Haechan, as usual, wore that signature smirk of his, arm draped over the edge of the bed as he teased Ten about something trivial. Ten, leaning back against your headboard with his legs crossed, watched in quiet amusement, his dark eyes flicking between you and Haechan. The dynamic between them was as natural as ever—so why did it feel like you were under a microscope every time Ten’s gaze lingered on you?

“You’re quiet,” he noted, his voice smooth yet concerned. “You’re always like that, but this time it feels… different.”

“I’m fine,” you said, forcing reassurance into your tone. “Just relieved we finally finished the project.”

“You want to get rid of us that quickly, huh?” Haechan teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Well, not necessarily… I just—”

“Oh, stop teasing her. You’re making her uncomfortable when you do that,” Ten interjected, rolling his eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question,” Haechan scoffed, sitting up a little. “She even said herself that once the project was over, she was done with us. Hell, I’m surprised she even invited us back to her place.”

You hesitated, his words lingering. He wasn’t entirely wrong. At the beginning, you hadn’t wanted to be grouped with them. But after spending so much time together, you had started to see them differently—especially after everything that had happened between the three of you.

Ten studied you, sharp gaze reading you too well. “Actually… he has a point.” His voice was quieter now, more curious than teasing. “What changed?”

You swallowed, glancing between them. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe... maybe I just got used to you guys.”

Haechan smirked, leaning in slightly. “Got used to us, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

The air in the room thickened again, that same tension from the past week creeping back in. But this time, there was no project keeping you together—only whatever this was, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Haechan’s playful expression never wavered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. “Oh, you got used to us alright—especially with me. Do you remember  what happened the other day when it was just us alone?”

Your heart stopped. He was bluffing. He had to be. He wouldn’t—

Ten’s eyebrows lifted, his smirk deepening. “The other day? What happened the other day?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, shooting Haechan a sharp look. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The alcohol just getting to him.

“Oh, but you know exactly what I’m talking about, love.” Haechan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he grinned at you placing his hand on his cheek. “And I think Ten might want to know how—”

“Okay!” you cut him off, your voice a bit too loud. “How about we play a game instead of… whatever this is?”

Ten’s gaze flicked between you and Haechan, curiosity piqued, but he let it slide—for now. He reached for his drink, shrugging. “Sure. What game?”

“Truth or dare,” Haechan suggested immediately, his grin looking sinster.

You hesitated, knowing full well this could only end badly. But with both of them watching you expectantly, you nodded. “Fine.”

At first, the game was harmless. Ten dared Haechan to chug his drink; Haechan asked Ten about the weirdest place he’d ever hooked up with someone. But it didn’t take long for the questions to turn more personal, the tension thickening with each round.

Finally, it was Haechan’s turn to ask you. He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily as he fixed you with a look that made your stomach churn. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

His grin widened. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but never had the chance to?”

You hesitated, your mind racing. You could lie and say something safe, but the alcohol buzzing in your veins made your tongue slip. “I’ve…always kind of wanted to try a threesome,” you admitted, your face burning the moment the words left your mouth.

The room went silent.

 You didn’t dare look at either of them, but you could feel their stares, the weight of their shock, and something else entirely.

“Wow,” Ten finally said, his voice low and laced with amusement. “Did not see that coming.”

Haechan, on the other hand, laughed outright, his grin practically splitting his face. “Shit, really? A threesome?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Ten said, his tone teasing. “You can’t drop something like that and then get shy about it. That’s not how this works.”

“Yeah,” Haechan added, shifting closer to you on the bed. “Now we’re curious.”

You peeked through your fingers, gaze darting between them. Ten’s smirk was sharper than ever, and Haechan was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Ten said innocently, though the look in his eyes told a different story. “Just wondering if that’s something you’d want to… explore.”

Your heart pounded. “You’re joking.”

“Does it look like we’re joking?” Haechan asked, his hand coming to rest on your knee. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver up your spine.

“This is crazy,” you said, shaking your head, but neither of them moved away.

“Maybe,” Ten said, leaning in closer. “But you’re not telling us to stop.”

Before you could respond, Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against your thigh. At the same time, Ten’s fingers found your chin, tilting your face toward him. His dark eyes searched yours, waiting for hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft yet teasing, coaxing you to relax.

Haechan wasn’t as patient. His lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hand still inching up your thigh.

Ten’s touch slid beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist. “You’re shaking,” he murmured against your lips, voice low, almost cruel. “What’s the matter? Too much for you?”

Haechan chuckled against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “Bet you’re loving every second of this, though. Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything but let out a soft whimper as Ten’s hands slid higher, fingertips grazing your heated skin. Haechan’s lips found your ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispered darkly,

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

Ten’s lips left yours, but his dark eyes never wavered from your face. A slow smirk played on his lips as he studied you—needy, breathless, already trembling. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the thick haze of arousal clouding your mind. “So worked up already, and we’ve barely even touched you.”

Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, his palm searing through the thin fabric of your shorts. He leaned back slightly, gaze raking over your parted lips, the way your chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. “You’re acting so shy,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, “but I can feel how much you want this. You’re practically shaking.”

You opened your mouth to retort, to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat when Ten’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin. He started to grope at your chest, making you whimper. The teasing softness of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and Haechan let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of you caught between the two of them.

Haechan chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying how easily you melted between them. “What’s the matter?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Are you scared? Or are you too busy imagining what it’d be like if we really gave you what you wanted?

Your breath hitched, and warmth rushed to your face at the bluntness of his words. “You’re… you’re both ridiculous,” you managed, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Ten tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’re ridiculous?” His fingers trailed down to your ribs, causing you to shudder. “Says the one who just admitted they’ve been fantasizing about a threesome.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You’re not very good at hiding how much you want this, you know.”

The warmth in your face spreads down your neck and throughout your whole body. The alcohol was starting to take effect, making you feel hot all over. You instinctively tried to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you locked in place.

“Don’t go running now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re just getting started.”

Ten’s fingers found your chin again, tilting your face toward his. “That’s right,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re going to stay right here and take what we give you, aren’t you?”

Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might die in this moment, and when Ten’s lips captured yours again, you felt like you were going to pass out. This kiss was deeper—hungrier—his tongue teasing yours with a deliberate slowness that drove you insane. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped you when Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingertips teasing the edge of your shorts.

Ten pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Why don’t you show us how much you want this?” he said, his tone equal parts coaxing and commanding. “Go ahead, pick one of us.”

Your eyes widened, darting between the two of them. The weight of their gazes, the smugness of their smirks—it was overwhelming. It sent a hot pulse of anticipation pooling between your thighs. Finally, you reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they pressed against Ten’s chest.

His smirk softened into something darker, more possessive. “Good choice,” he murmured, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him.

“You’re lucky,” Haechan drawled from behind, his tone rich with amusement as he leaned lazily against the headboard, watching the two of you with a grin.

Ten chuckled, his hands sliding up your sides as he kissed you again. This time, his lips and tongue worked with slow, deliberate precision, savoring the way you melted beneath him. Behind you, Haechan’s presence loomed—his gaze burning into your back as he observed every shift, every sound you made.

“You look good like this,” Haechan murmured after a moment, voice low and teasing. “All desperate and needy. I wonder if you’ll look even better bent over for us.”

The words sent a jolt of heat through you, and Ten must have felt it because he smirked against your lips. “Looks like someone likes the sound of that,” he murmured, fingers tightening around your waist. He shifted beneath you, letting you feel just how much he was enjoying this. “Go on, then. Show us what you can do.”

Your breath hitched, but your body moved before your mind could catch up. You slid off Ten’s lap, hands pressing into the mattress as you bent yourself over for Haechan, heat crawling up your neck as you met Ten’s gaze. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. When you hesitated, his hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Behind you, Haechan moved closer, his hands sliding over your shoulders as he leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Better make it good,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “We’ve been waiting for this all night.”

The room felt impossibly small, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for Ten, fingers working at his belt. His smirk deepened, and when Haechan’s hands slid down to your waist, pulling you back against him, you realized there was no turning back now.

The soft clink of metal filled the space between you. Ten’s gaze was dark, heavy-lidded with anticipation, watching as you tugged his jeans down just enough to expose the growing bulge straining against his boxers.  

“You’re eager,” Ten murmured, his voice low and teasing, watching as your fingers trembled slightly while sliding under the waistband of his boxers. “I like that.”  

You swallowed hard, unsure if it was his words, the sheer intensity of the moment, or the way Haechan’s grip tightened around your hips that sent another wave of heat coursing through your body.  

“Let me help you with that,” Haechan murmured from behind, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly as he tugged them down, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.  

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with approval as he let his fingers trail over the curve of your bare ass. “You’ve been hiding this from us?”  

Ten chuckled above you, his fingers threading into your hair. "Don't distract her, Haechan. She has a job to do."

Haechan smirked, his hands lingering for a moment before shifting to his pants. “Fine. But don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”  

You barely had time to process their banter before Ten’s hand guided your head closer, his cock now free and standing tall before you. The sight of it made your stomach twist in nervous excitement, and the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you made your skin tingle.  

“Open up,” he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his tone calm but commanding.  

You parted your lips hesitantly, and he groaned softly as you took him into your mouth, your tongue running along his length as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you. He was thick, and the stretch was enough to make your jaw ache slightly, but the low, breathy curses he let out encouraged you to keep going.  

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you into a steady rhythm. “Just like that.”  

Behind you, Haechan’s hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back until you were bent over in front of him, your knees spread wide. He slid his fingers along your inner thigh, teasingly close but never quite where you needed them most.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness as he slid a finger through your slick folds. You whined softly around Ten’s cock, the vibrations making him groan and tighten his grip on your hair.  

“Don’t tease,” Ten muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “You’ll break her before we even get started.”  

Haechan laughed softly, but his teasing didn’t last much longer. He started to finger at your cunt at a rough and delibrate pace. You felt yourself squeezed around him and he took notice of that.

"Mhm, you like this, don’t you, baby? Who would’ve thought you could be such a little slut?"

Your core clenched around his fingers at his degrading words.

“Woah, you’re so needy—it reminds me of last time.”

You froze. Just for a second.

Ten was struggling to keep his composure, drowning in the way you were sucking the life out of him, trying to tune out Haechan’s blabbering. But his ears perked up at those words. Last time?

“Wait… what do you mean by that?” Ten’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the heat in the room.

“Oh? She really didn’t tell you?” Haechan chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement. “Well, that day I came over early to work on our project together… let’s just say she was making a fucking mess in my lap, with my fingers shoved so deep inside her. She was close—so fucking close—until you showed up and cockblocked us.”

Ten stiffened. His grip on you tightened.

He thought he was the only one. Turns out, you’d been spreading your legs for Haechan too.

His voice dropped, laced with something darker. “Is that true, baby?”

You couldn’t answer. Shame burned through you. It wasn’t like you meant to lead them on… you just wanted them both.

Your silence pissed him off. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Answer me.”

For the first time, you felt intimidated by him. A little afraid.

But also… excited.

A part of you liked seeing him like this—possessive.

“Y-yes… it’s true…”

Ten didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His silence spoke volumes as he suddenly shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock. Your eyes widened, tears welling up as you instinctively gripped the sheets, your throat tightening around him.

“So, I’m guessing, love, you haven’t told Haechan about what we did not too long ago either?”

Haechan’s eyes flicked toward Ten, curiosity piqued. His fingers never slowed as they worked inside you, meticulous, teasing, pushing deeper as he turned his attention toward him.

“Wait… don’t tell me something happened between you two, too.”

Ten smirked. Arrogant. Smug. One hand braced on the mattress as he leaned back slightly, the other still tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he pushed you even deeper on his cock.

“Oh, we did something, alright. Unlike you, I actually made her cum—right on my thigh, at that.”

Haechan’s brows lifted in surprise. He hadn’t realized just how desperate you were. How needy. He gave your ass a light smack, making you jolt, a muffled moan vibrating around Ten’s cock, causing him to moan and throw his head back.

“No way… wow. And here I thought we were the slutty ones.” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head. “But you? You really just like getting passed around by the both us, huh?”

His words alone made your whole body tighten, pleasure pooling low in your stomach. You squirmed, barely able to control yourself. And he noticed.

“Oh? Are you close, sweetie?”

You couldn’t answer. Not properly. But you tried to mouth a desperate "yes" around Ten’s cock, the vibrations of your voice making his hips twitch, sending him closer to the edge. Haechan didn’t waste a second, fingers moving faster, deeper, maliciously curling until you shattered around them, a slick mess pooling beneath you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, his fingers slowing as he pulled them out, coated in your release. “I can’t believe you came so quick… but I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath hitched as you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. Then the rustle of fabric.

A moment later, you felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your body trembled as he pushed forward, the stretch immediate, overwhelming, sending a gasp tearing from your throat.

“Shit,” Haechan hissed, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you back onto him, sinking inch by inch. “So fucking tight.”

The fullness of him made your thighs shake, made your fingers curl into the sheets. He didn’t give you long to adjust. Not even a second. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the force knocking the breath from your lungs, making you jolt around Ten’s cock.

“Careful,” Ten warned, though his voice was strained, his fingers flexing in your hair. “She can’t exactly focus on me if you’re going to fuck them like that.”

Haechan only smirked, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the room echo with the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Maybe I don’t want her to focus,” he shot back, his voice laced with amusement. “I want her to have no thoughts in that pretty head of hers.”

Your moans were muffled, choked by the cock filling your mouth, and the sensation sent Ten spiraling, his hips rocking up to meet you, his grip on your hair unrelenting. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your skin as he guided you, helping you take him deeper.

“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with heat. “So eager to please… I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Behind you, Haechan let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding up your waist before gripping you harder. “Guess we bring the slutty side out of them.”

His words were punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out around Ten’s cock, your whole body quivering. The overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by both of them made your head spin.

“Shit,” Ten groaned, his fingers tightening. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

Ten’s hips stilled. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out a low, guttural moan, his release spilling into your throat. You swallowed on instinct, the warmth flooding your senses as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you still for just a moment before he slowly eased you off him.

“Good.” His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his gaze dark, approving. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Before you could catch your breath and process what just happened, Haechan’s hands slid up your back, pressing you down slightly as his thrusts grew rougher. More desperate. Bruising.

And he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,” Ten muttered, his voice taut with restraint as he chased his own release.

Your body trembled, every nerve lit up, tension coiling tighter and tighter. You were long past resistance—willing, desperate, ready to let them take whatever they wanted.

Ten wanted more. Wanted control.

He moved to take Haechan’s place, pushing him aside effortlessly.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further apart, forcing you open beneath him. Your legs shook as he adjusted you at the very edge of the bed, your head hanging back over the side, hair spilling to the floor. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to your face, making your vision swim, but the only thing you could focus on was Ten looming over you, his dark, hungry gaze drinking you in like he’d waited his whole life for this.

Behind him, Haechan leaned back lazily in your desk chair, arms crossed, amusement curling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t going anywhere—he wanted to sit back and watch, wanted to see exactly how much of a mess you became beneath Ten. His cock, still slick from your arousal, lay heavy in his hand as he stroked himself leisurely, the sight sending another wave of heat flooding through you.

“Look at you,” Ten murmured, voice smooth, taunting, as he slid his hands up your thighs, thumbs pressing into your soft flesh. “All laid out for us, completely at our mercy. Is this what you wanted all along?”

You turned your face, the heat of shame burning at your chest, but Ten wasn’t having it. His fingers caught your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Don’t get shy now,” he smirked, eyes glinting with something wicked. “You’ve been begging for this for weeks, haven’t you? Strutting around in those little crop tops, teasing us while we worked on that stupid project. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

“You didn’t make it easy for us,” Haechan chimed in, voice dripping with mockery. “Bending over in front of us, dropping pens like it was an accident. You wanted us to look. You wanted us to see what we could do to you.”

“That’s not—”

Your protest was cut off with a sharp thrust, Ten pushing inside, stretching you open inch by inch. A startled gasp tore from your throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, filling you completely.

“Don’t lie,” he growled, his voice dropping lower as he gripped your waist, holding you still as your body clenched around him. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaking wet—dripping all over me like you’ve been dying for this.”

The position made every thrust hit impossibly deep, your body arching off the bed as he moved, slow and deliberate at first, dragging pleasure through you with every stroke.

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered from his chair, his hand moving over himself as he watched, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “You’re really taking him, huh? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this every time you pretended to hate us.”

“Remember that day you yelled at us for being too loud?” Ten taunted, his pace quickening, each thrust sending a shockwave through you. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and sinful. “Bet the only reason you wanted us to keep coming over was because you were hoping we’d fuck you right then and there. Probably got yourself off to the thought of it, didn’t you?”

Your pride flared, warring with the undeniable truth. You shook your head weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips tilting up, chasing more.

Haechan clicked his tongue, unimpressed. He pushed himself out of the chair, stepping forward, leaning down until his face hovered inches from yours. His hand wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking himself as he spoke.

“Answer him,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Tell the truth, or we’ll stop right now.”

The thought of them stopping—leaving you like this, empty, aching—was unbearable.

“I…” Your breath hitched, voice barely a whisper. “You’re right. About everything…”

Haechan laughed, low and dark, standing straight again as he resumed stroking himself. “Knew it. You’ve been obsessed with us this whole time.”

Ten groaned at your admission, fingers tightening around your thighs as he thrust into you harder, his control slipping. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, voice ragged. “Can’t believe we wasted all that time working on that stupid project when we could’ve been doing this.”

You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you as he fucked you faster, the sound of his hips slamming into yours filling the room. Each thrust pushed you closer, every nerve in your body strung so tight you thought you might snap.

“You’re such a mess,” Haechan mused, eyes locked on where Ten disappeared inside you over and over. “Moaning like a desperate little whore, like this is all you’ve ever wanted.”

Ten smirked, leaning down again, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Maybe if you’d just been honest from the start, we could’ve given you this sooner.” His teeth grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You didn’t have to play so hard to get.”

The words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure ripping through you in an overwhelming wave, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you clenched down hard around him.

Ten cursed under his breath, movements stuttering as your orgasm dragged him closer to his own. And he wasn’t far behind.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice tight as he pounded into you harder, fingers digging into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. "You’re gonna make me—"

Before he could finish, his hips slammed flush against yours, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as warmth flooded deep inside you. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine as he collapsed onto you, breath ragged.

"Don’t think you’re done yet," Haechan’s voice cut through the haze, dark and amused. He stepped closer, cock still hard, still ready. "It’s my turn now."

Ten’s pace never faltered, each thrust deep and ruthless, fucking you through your orgasm like he had no intention of stopping. Your head hung off the edge of the bed, back arched as he drove into you with a force that left your whole body trembling. His grip on your thighs was bruising, possessive, dragging you onto his cock with every sharp snap of his hips.

"Look at you," Ten growled, eyes raking over you, voice rough with hunger. "Taking it so well. Like you were made for this."

A low chuckle came from the side—Haechan, stepping in closer, dark amusement curling at the edge of his voice. "You’re hogging all the fun, Ten. Move over. I’ve got a better idea."

Ten smirked but didn’t stop. "Go ahead. They’ve got a mouth too, don’t they?"

Your chest heaved as Haechan came to stand by the bed, stroking himself lazily, already hard again. His grin was sharp, wicked.

"Open up," he ordered, tone laced with amusement. "You’ve been so good for us so far. Let’s see how much more you can take."

Your body was already shaking from Ten’s relentless thrusts, but the demand in Haechan’s voice sent another shiver through you. Lips parted, breath ragged, you let him grip your face, guiding himself between your lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, mockingly sweet, fingers tightening against your jaw. "Such a good girl, aren’t you? Always eager to please."

The moment he pushed past your lips, Haechan groaned—low, filthy—as he slid deeper, his grip keeping you in place. The angle forced your throat to stretch around him, and at first, he moved slow, savoring it, before picking up speed, using your mouth like it was his to claim.

"Fuck, you feel good," he muttered, voice strained as his fingers curled around your neck, using it like a handle. He thrust deeper, his other hand tangling in your hair. "Always running that mouth, acting like you’re too good for us. Look at you now, getting fucked from both ends."

Ten groaned above you, pace growing erratic as he slammed into you, every drag of his cock against your walls leaving you shuddering, overstimulated and wrecked. "Your such a fucking mess," he muttered through gritted teeth, grip tightening on your thighs. "Can’t get enough, can you? So desperate to be filled up."

Your muffled moans vibrated around Haechan’s cock, making him hiss through his teeth. His hips snapped forward, pushing even deeper, your throat tightening around him as tears welled in your eyes. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you there.

"Look at you," Haechan purred, voice dripping mockery. "Drooling all over yourself, tears running down your face. You’re such a fucking slut... but you love it, don’t you?"

You could barely think, body trembling, pleasure unraveling into something raw as Ten’s rhythm turned frantic. His grip was almost punishing as he chased his release.

But this time, he didn’t finish inside you. He pulled out, breath heavy, stepping back to stand beside Haechan. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slow, watching you with a dark, satisfied smirk.

"I’m not done yet," Ten murmured, voice low, commanding. "We’re going to make sure you’re completely covered by the time we’re finished with you."

Haechan chuckled, thrusts turning erratic, both hands now gripping your hair as he fucked your throat deep. "You hear that?" His tone was a promise, sharp and teasing. "You’re not just taking us—you’re going to wear us."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your moans muffled as Haechan’s cock twitched deep in your throat. With a rough groan, he pulled out, moved to where Ten had been, and thrust his length into your dripping cunt. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked Ten’s release deeper into you, the filthy sensation making your body tremble.

Soon, it would be his turn to fill you up.

Behind you, Ten stroked himself furiously, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on your face.

“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, voice thick with arousal.

You obeyed, tongue darting out just as Ten groaned and shoved his cock deep into your throat again. His taste coated your tongue, the lingering traces of his release making you shudder as he pulsed against the tight warmth of your mouth.

Haechan grunted, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he picked up the pace. His cock drove into you mercilessly, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that had your body convulsing beneath him.

Once again, you were being fucked from both ends, completely at their mercy.

You never could have imagined this happening—all of it, just because of some stupid project. But now? You couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome. The way Haechan’s cock bullied that sensitive spot inside you, the way Ten’s length filled your throat, stretching it with every ruthless thrust—it was overwhelming in the best way.

A loud, muffled scream tore from your throat, but it was swallowed by Ten’s cock as he fucked into your mouth with a brutal pace. The sounds in the room were obscene, bouncing off the walls—your muffled cries, the wet slap of Haechan’s hips against you, the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe as it slammed against the wall. Your tears only turned them on more, and you felt them harden inside you.

You clenched hard around Haechan, your walls gripping him tight as the intensity built inside you, your orgasm just out of reach. He felt it, groaning as he dug his fingers into your thighs.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was strained, breathless. “F-fuck… I think I am too. Ten, how’re you holding up over there?”

“Shit, I’m right there,” Ten panted, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked your throat harder.

That was all it took for them to lose control.

Ten came first, spilling across your tongue, the warmth of it coating your lips and dripping down your chin. His breath hitched as he pulled back, watching the mess he’d made of you, satisfaction clear in his dark eyes.

Haechan wasn’t far behind. He cursed low under his breath, thrusting deep one final time as he came, filling you to the brim before pulling out, the last spurts of his release spilling across your stomach and chest, hot and sticky against your skin.

“Fuck,” Ten grunted, stepping back to admire his work. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as he smirked. “You look perfect like this. Completely ruined.”

Haechan chuckled, trailing his fingers through the mess on your face before gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “And to think you wanted to get rid of us,” he mused, voice dripping amusement. “Now look at you. Completely fucked out by us.”

The room was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. Your breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

Haechan smirked, brushing his fingers lazily down your thigh, a silent reminder of the claim he’d left on you. There was still hunger in his eyes, but beneath the cocky exterior, something softer flickered there. “You really outdid yourself,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you’d last this long. Guess we underestimated you.”

He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, leaning against the desk with that same smug grin. “What did I tell you? All those little outfits, all that attitude—you were just waiting for this to happen. Should’ve made a move sooner.”

You were too exhausted to reply, your body still thrumming from the aftershocks. You lay there, head hanging off the edge of the bed, limbs boneless, chest heaving as you tried to process everything. Their gazes were heavy on you, but for once, you didn’t feel embarrassed.

Instead, a small, tired smile tugged at your lips. “You two are… so annoying,” you muttered weakly.

Ten and Haechan both laughed.

“Annoying?” Haechan echoed, crouching beside you. His fingers gripped your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago, sweetheart”

Ten leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his smirk softening just a little. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice smooth.“We’ll give you time to recover… but don’t think this will be the last time you will see us.”  

The weight of his words sent a fresh jolt of heat through you, despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs. Haechan caught it, the way your eyes widened slightly, and let out a low chuckle.

“For now,” Ten continued, fingers trailing down your arm, “we should clean you up. Can’t have you looking like this all night, can we?”

Haechan stretched, grabbing a towel from the desk before tossing it to Ten. His grin never faded. “And after that? Maybe we’ll play another game,” he mused, teasing. “Who knows? You might be able to go another round.”

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face as you let your head sink back against the mattress. “You two are crazy,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.

Ten laughed, wiping you down with surprisingly gentle hands. “You love that though,” he murmured, certain.

And as you lay there, your body exhausted but your heart pounding with the lingering adrenaline, you realized you couldn’t argue with him…

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i have sm i can say but i will get the fbi on my ass

it was me guys sorry. i was under the blanket

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Not that person, but dc is dubcon

OHHH OK OK THX U FOR TELLING ME WHOEVER THIS IS I APPRECIATE IT😭🫶🏾

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Hi could I request some dc renjun with 32 “Let’s try something new tonight.”

to the person that requested this what does dc stand for😭? i want to make sure i do it right!! dm me🫶🏾

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Hello can I request being marks muse 📝 using 46 “stop distracting me”+ 57 “do I turn you on that much?”

Idk what else we are to say in the requests so sorry if too specific but like Mark by gets secretly miffed whenever he has to stop what he’s doing to type or write and then one of the members say to not take it personal because it means he gets inspiration when he’s with you. when asked (or something idk) he confesses like ‘yes you’re my muse. I’m sorry if it ever seems like idc or in only half listening, I am, I just...you do things and I have to write the lyrics or notes down immediately. One time I wrote a whole song while you were asleep…. type vibe

Whoever requested this mark, can you please DM me about it? I want a better explanation so I can do it correctly.

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To the person who requested lines 46 & 57 in Mark's prompts, please DM if you can!! I would like more explanation of what you want.

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Do we need to specify if we want female reader or is that already what you do?

For fic requests I only know how to do female reader and you don’t need to specify that!! thank u for the question hoped i clarified for you 💜