#haechan hard thoughts

[taeyongdoyoung]

poison

summary: tasting the king's meals for poison is a great honour to be bestowed on you. but poison is not the only thing you're interested in tasting... paring: king!haechan x maid!reader genre: royalty!au, romance, drama, smut warnings: reader has anxiety, food-tasting, mentions of poison, hierarchical system, rich guy/poor girl trope, shitty ex jaemin (sorry boo 💞), evil uncle trope, threats, mentions of blood, insecurities, crying, pet names, lots of kissing, inexperienced reader, lowkey corruption kink, fingering, handjob, cum-eating, loss of virginity, unprotected sex author's note: the plot is loosely inspired by some historical kdramas and the folk of the air trilogy 🥰 also, there are some references to nct songs in bold bc it's me, duh word count: 4.8k

Your life as a maid in the royal palace is pretty boring. You wake up, you prepare meals in the kitchen, you wash clothes, you clean rooms, you sneak a piece of stale bread if you find any (if you're lucky even some cheese), you go to sleep, repeat. Every day is the same. No drama, no adventure, nothing out of the ordinary. You don't like it but it's all you can do so you can send some money to your poor family.

That is until on one random day you are summoned to the king's chambers immediately, the other maids saying it is of utmost importance. You are panicking. Did you do something wrong? You try to attend to your duties with all the care and attention to detail possible. Will you be scolded or worse, punished, for some mistake you cannot place? You try to calm your rapidly beating heart, as you enter the king's room.

Looking down nervously, you bow deeply, not able to think of anything else to say, rather than mumbling a weak "Your Majesty".

"Relax, I'm not going to kill you," king Haechan says in his signature deep voice.

His words do little to ease your mind and your hands are still shaking.

"I've been told by my most trusted counsellor that I have many enemies and cases of poisoned aristocrats have been increasing. So, after discussing it in great detail, he advised me to look for a food taster. Someone I could count on not to betray me," the king explains.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, but w-why me?" you ask meekly.

"You know my counsellor Jaemin, don't you? I believe you two were once…intimate. He said you could definitely be trusted. And I trust him with my life, so…"

Your damn ex Jaemin…You can't tell if him recommending you to the king as a potential food taster is a compliment or a curse. After all, you could literally die from poison. But then again, what can you do? You can't exactly disobey the king's direct command. At the end of the day, he bestowed a great honour on you. Anyone else would be jumping with joy. Anyone else but you.

"Your Majesty, I'm not denying you, of course. It's just that…I'm the only source of income for my poor parents. I can't bear to think of them all on their own."

"You have my word. Should anything happen to you…your parents will be well taken care of," the king promises and there is so much compassion and sincerity in his voice, you have no choice but to believe him.

"Very well, then. I'll try all your meals before you," you vow solemnly.

"Splendid," the king claps his hands.

That is how your boring days at the royal palace come to an abrupt end. You try the first couple of meals anxiously and with little appetite. Your stomach hurts from nervousness and not because there is any poison in the food. As time goes by, the food-tasting process becomes second nature to you. Eventually, you convince yourself that the chances of actual poison are low and you begin to enjoy your daily interactions with the king.

"What do we have for lunch today, my sweetest treasure?" the king asks. You like how he addresses you. As if you are genuinely important to him. As if it would pain him if he lost you. It's a kind gesture to distract you from the reality of how replacable you are.

"Your favourite, Your Majesty. Kimchi jjigae," you respond politely.

"Yesss, it's gonna be a great day!" the king squeals happily like a little boy.

It is an unwelcome reminder of how young he actually is. Unwelcome because you cannot imagine how difficult it must be for him. Enemies lurking at every corner, having all this power and responsibilities…and no one to share them with.

After you try the kimchi jjigae and check its safety, the king begins eating excitedly.

"You know that not all poisons kick in immediately, right?" you know it's rude to interrupt him but you cannot help yourself. "There is still a chance that we both get poisoned but the symptoms appear later."

"I know, but…" the king sighs, his mouth still full. Once he finishes chewing, he finishes his sentence. "It's still a precaution. At least Jaemin seems to think so."

You roll your eyes at the mention of your ex.

"Did you not end things on good terms?" the king is curious.

"We just…had lots of differences. Jaemin, being from a higher social class, said that I was just a way to pass the time. That he didn't see any future for us…That he would never marry me."

"Ouch," the king keeps chewing his favourite food. "I mean, it's technically true you belong to different worlds, but he could have said it more nicely."

"Do you trust his judgement? I'm not talking about relationships. Just…on the topic of poisons and stuff," you need to know.

"I suppose. We've known each other for so long, it'd be silly not to trust him."

"May I make a suggestion?" you inquire. "I know I'm not as qualified as Jaemin, but it's still worth taking other people's opinions into consideration."

"Sure," the king shrugs. "What did you have in mind?"

"If there are so many cases of aristocrats being poisoned, why don't you try taking a little poison each day to build an immunity? I've heard this method is quite common in other kingdoms."

"Where did you learn that?" the king asks you suspiciously.

"I read it in a book somewhere."

"You can read? No offense."

"None taken. When I'm done with my maid duties, I sneak into the royal library sometimes. Don't tell the king," you joke.

"Your secret's safe with me," the king laughs.

Time passes in the same old way. Cleaning, cooking and food-tasting. Repeat. One evening, the king summons you again.

You are about to take a bite from the food before him when he unexpectedly grabs your wrist and stops you.

"I don't want you to do that anymore," he murmurs.

"What?"

"I've started taking a little poison each day to build an immunity, like you advised me to. So far, I've been doing alright. And…I just think it's unfair, alright? What if you actually die?" the king whispers, as if the thought is so unbearable to him he can't even say it. "I can't lose you. I…trust you too much."

He trusts you? The thought is so bizarre in a flattering way your heart hurts upon hearing his sincerity.

"Are you planning to find another food-taster, then?" the very question is painful to you. Despite the potential danger, you don't want to be replaced. You want to keep being his person.

The king shakes his head.

"No life is worth more than mine. I'm not doing that outdated thing anymore."

"Of course, your life is worth the most! You are the king!" you exclaim passionately, pulling the food towards you.

"You think I don't know that?" he whisper-shouts, taking the food once again. "You think I don't wake up each morning wishing things were different?"

What…what is he on about? Why would he wish he wasn't the king?

"I'm not sure I follow," you say quietly.

"It's fine. I don't understand myself. Just…don't tell anyone, okay? Not even Jaemin. Let everyone believe you're still tasting my food and come at the allotted times as usual."

The not even Jaemin part shocks you. Does he no longer trust him as he once did? What is going on?!

"As you wish, Your Majesty," you respond, not even thinking of disobeying him. As confusing as everything is, you need him to trust you. More than you've needed anything else in your life.

"Oh and…one more thing. You should call me Haechan. When we're alone, that is."

"Uhm, okay. Haechan?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" he tilts his head cutely.

"Nothing, just trying it out," you chuckle.

Haechan laughs warmly and starts eating calmly.

"I can't tell if you're brave or reckless," you tease him.

"Perhaps both," he shrugs.

One Monday, your worst fear comes true. As you are preparing Haechan's meal, you are faced with his uncle. You've never been a fan of him for some unknown reason, but now you know your suspicions were completely justified.

"Give me the meal," he orders and you are so terrified, you do as he asks.

He pulls a vial out of his pocket and pours it on top of the food nonchalantly, mixing it well with a spoon, so that it doesn't show.

"Say a word to the king and you parents are dead," he threatens.

"What do you know about my parents?" you ask boldly. Foolishly, even.

After Haechan's uncle says the names of your parents and the exact location of their home, you realize he isn't bluffing. What are you going to do?

As you enter Haechan's chambers, you realize you can't do it.

"Ooh, this looks delicious," Haechan is about to put the food into his mouth when you rudely push the spoon away from him, spilling the food all over the ground.

"It's super cold and totally unappetizing," you exclaim the first thing that comes to mind.

Haechan eyes you weirdly but doesn't scold you.

"Have this, instead," you pull a sweet pastry from your pocket, knowing it's safe.

Haechan shrugs, not caring about what he's given.

"So yummy," he smiles happily, not suspecting a thing.

If you tell him, your parents are dead. If you don't, he's dead. Sooner or later.

When his evil uncle questions you later, you lie through your teeth that the king wasn't hungry and tossed the food away in an angry fit. Miraculously, his uncle believes that.

Similar things happen throughout the week. On Tuesday, you eat the food meant for Haechan yourself, hoping that the self-poisoning you've been doing in secret with the help of your apothecary friend Renjun will be plenty of protection and that you'll survive this extra dose of poison. On Wednesday, you explain to Haechan that the food was made with old ingredients and give him a piece of bread and some cheese you've set aside. On Thursday, you once again make a mess and spill the meal, pretending it was a clumsy accident. On Friday, you tell Haechan that you saw a cockroach in the food. Very far-fetched but it somehow works?! On Saturday, you go as far as lying to Haechan that you were so hungry you ate his food in the corridor.

Not once does he question you or get angry. His evil uncle, however, is becoming more and more agitated.

On Sunday, the uncle has had enough of your failed attempts to poison the king. And he shows you something that makes your blood run cold.

Two chopped-off fingers that he claims belong to your parents.

"If you fail again, it'll be their entire hands next time. And then, their heads. Choose wisely," he threatens cruelly.

You seem to be at an impasse.

As you are once more left alone with Haechan, you debate what to do. You are running out of ideas. Haechan's spoon is approaching his mouth eagerly. After all, he's been eating nothing but bread and random snacks all week. Your mind goes blank. If he eats that, he'll surely die. If he doesn't, your parents might die. It's an impossible situation. But you are greedy. Greedy to save both his life and your parents'.

"Stop," you cry out.

Haechan's hand freezes mid-air. It's now or never.

"I have betrayed you, Your Majesty, please kill me," you drop to your knees desperately.

"I told you to call me Haechan," he rolls his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Your uncle has been trying to kill you," you blurt out. "He's been putting poison in your meals for the past week. I kept trying to come up with ridiculous reasons to prevent you from eating it but…he's been threatening my parents. Today he showed me two chopped-off fingers and said the next time I fail to poison you, it'll be their hands and the final time, their heads, but…I can't do this."

"Can't do what?" Haechan asks you to clarify.

"I can't poison you," you admit, eyes filled with tears. Even though your parents' lives are in grave danger, losing Haechan would hurt just as much.

"Could have just said that from the beginning instead of feeding me bread for a week," Haechan teases.

"You believe me?" you inquire nervously. Only now does the gravity of the situation strike you. What if he'd chosen to side with his uncle and executed you for treason?

"Jaemin's been warning me about my uncle plotting against me for a while now. I thought it was just his paranoia, but…I'm inclined to believe you and Jaemin."

"Over your own flesh and blood?" you are pleasantly surprised.

"Blood doesn't necessarily make you family," Haechan shrugs. "Okay, here's the plan. We'll sneak out of the palace and go find your parents. We'll make sure they go somewhere my uncle won't be able to find them."

You nod numbly, amazed at how quick he's thinking and finding a way out of this situation.

"Then, we'll return to the palace and make my uncle regret ever trying to mess with us."

"Us?" you repeat.

"Yeah, us," Haechan confirms. "We're in this together, no?"

"Hell yeah!" you reply, infected by his enthusiasm to find a solution.

Once you dress up with cloaks and daggers, Haechan leads you through a secret tunnel hidden behind the royal library that takes you both out of the palace.

"Don't tell anyone about this," Haechan whispers in your ear, his hand on your lower back, making you gasp for air.

"Who am I gonna tell? The king?" you joke to distract him from how affected you are by his gentle touch.

"Yeah, he should never know about this," Haechan chuckles in the dark and kisses you on the lips, taking you by surprise. You…he…what?!

You wrap your arms around his neck, desperate for the way he grounds you and makes you believe it will all be alright, you'll find a way out of this mess. Together.

He is the one to initiate the kiss but sadly, he is also the one to end it as abruptly as it started.

"As much as I'm enjoying the taste of your lips, we have to get to your parents and make sure they're okay."

"Right, right," you agree. He's more concerned about your parents than you, which speaks volumes about his noble character.

You resist the urge to swoon and try to focus on the task at hand.

Once you get to your parents' place, you are happily amazed to find all their fingers intact! That bastard was bluffing!~But the question remains…whose fingers were that?!

"You'll have to go to another town," you explain impatiently. "Haechan has some trusted friends who'll take you in."

"H-haechan?" your mom repeats in shock upon hearing you call the king by his first name.

"Uhh," you look to Haechan nervously for a way to explain. You know he told you to only call him that when it's the two of you but it just slipped so naturally…

"It's okay," he reassures you. "Your daughter has saved my life on multiple occasions. Making sure you two are fine is the least I could do."

"You are too kind, Your Majesty," your dad is even more stunned by Haechan's gentle demeanour.

"Just returning the favour. Your daughter's irreplaceable."

Oh. You wonder if he truly believes that or is simply trying to ease your parents' worries.

Soon enough, you parents are travelling to Haechan's friends and you and the king are riding back to the palace.

Immediately, he summons a court meeting and gives the order for his uncle to be brought to justice in front of all the aristocrats. His uncle is struggling to escape the guards' arms and screaming treason. But Jaemin's and your account of the uncle's actions are enough to convince the people of the truth. Eventually, other aristocrats start speaking up of suspicious things Haechan's uncle has done or said like threatening them or their family in an attempt to take the throne. In no time, the uncle is imprisoned.

"You should have just killed him," Jaemin tells Haechan quietly. "He would have done the same to you."

"I do things differently," Haechan replies. "If you were king, you'd understand."

Jaemin shrugs.

"Lucky for me, I'll never know what that's like."

Haechan rolls his eyes, trusting that his friend has no such ambitions and is happy with his life as a counsellor.

Even with the threat of Haechan's uncle behind bars, he still continues to take little doses of poison to build an immunity. You don't tell him but you do the same, carrying on with food-tasting his meals before him. You value your life, sure. But you value his more.

One random Tuesday, Haechan summons you to his chambers. But the hour does not indicate food-bringing activities. Just like the first time, you are overwhelmed by a strange sense of anxiety. Even though you've known him for so long and have been through so much together, it still unnerves you, being alone with him. You don't know if things would be different if he weren't king. Perhaps not. There is just something about Haechan that makes your knees tremble in the best way possible.

"You've asked to see me, Your Majesty?" you mumble.

"When will you get rid of that annoying habit? It's just me…Haechan," he reminds you needlessly.

"I know, but you're still the king."

"That sounds so detached," Haechan groans. "But I'm hoping what I have to say will convince you to only call my name. Not just when we're alone."

"What are you saying?" you're beyond confused.

"Marry me. Become the queen of my kingdom," he pleads, taking your hand in his.

"But…you can't," you whisper in shock, reminded of how adamant Jaemin was. And if the distance between your place in society and Jaemin's was big…then, the distance between your and Haechan's worlds seems far more insurmountable.

"I can," Haechan looks more determined than anything to do this.

"People will talk…They won't be happy."

"Fuck people," Haechan scoffs. "Will you have me or not?"

"Of course, I will, Haechan," you cry out. "You've shown me more kindness and understanding than anyone in my life."

"You do know I'll give you anything you desire?" Haechan speaks softly. "As long as you're by my side, as you have been so far."

"You do know I don't want anything, right? Even if you weren't king, I'd choose you in any universe."

"Are you serious?" Haechan smiles in disbelief, the idea so foreign to him.

"Of course I am," you insist. "Even if you were a poor bard singing in taverns."

"Hm. I do love singing," Haechan smirks and kisses you.

And gods, his lips are sweeter than any meal you've tasted and every poison you've consumed. You could never get enough.

Your wedding day finally arrives. Shockingly, people are more accepting of your union than you anticipated, because they take your food-taster position in consideration and how valiantly you exposed Haechan's evil uncle. Your parents, as well, are happy to see you and Haechan together.

However, there is one person who is against.

"Is that why you broke up with me? Aiming high, I see," Jaemin snickers rudely once you are out of Haechan's sight for a brief moment at the wedding afterparty.

"I broke up with you because you said I was just a way to pass the time and you see no future for us. If you think I'm with Haechan because of his crown, you're even more foolish than I thought," you scoff.

"Oh, really?" Jaemin raises his eyebrows. "So, you're saying if Haechan lost his title as king, you'd still be with him?"

"Yes, I would. But the fact you're even talking about that can be considered treason by some."

"You know I'm loyal to Haechan. But do you honestly think you're good enough for him? You could never satisfy him. He'll grow tired of you, you'll see. You're so fucking…cold," Jaemin hisses.

His words sting more than when he implied you were with Haechan because of his power. It is true that you are not experienced. Even though you were with Jaemin for a while, you two never…went all the way. You were perhaps far too romantic but you wanted to save it for your wedding night.

"Well, lucky for you, you'll never get to feel how warm I can be," you say with a self-assured smile. "Now, piss off and let me enjoy my wedding."

Jaemin rolls his eyes and seemingly has nothing else to say, leaving you alone.

Why did he have to say all that stuff? You know it's not entirely true, but it still sucks. Jaemin was the one who ended what you two had with his cruel words. It's just that you were the only one brave enough to finally call it quits. And you're glad you did. He may be bitter now but he'll eventually find someone better suited for his character. As for you…you were perfectly happy with Haechan. And you wouldn't let Jaemin ruin your special day.

Eventually, the guests started leaving one by one and it was time for your wedding night. To say you are nervous would be an understatement. Your hands are shaking more badly than the first time you were summoned to Haechan's chambers. You are aware that he's a good person who will treat you right…but he's still your king and that fact is intimidating enough to make you tremble with anticipation.

"Good evening, my lovely wife," Haechan enters your (gods, this is insane) now shared room.

Your mind completely blanks and you have no idea what to say. So, you just start crying.

Haechan immediately rushes to you, embracing you and kneeling next to you.

"What's wrong? What did I do?"

"N-nothing," you manage. "It's not your f-fault."

"What is it?" he asks again. "Did Jaemin say anything?"

"How did you know?" you blink furiously to clear your vision from the tears.

"He's not over you yet, is he? It's obvious from the way he looks at you. And me. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's still as objective as he can be when giving me advice, but…he sometimes stares at me as if I stole his dinner. Not that you're dinner. You're obviously much more important than that and uh…I really should stop talking, shouldn't I?"

You laugh, pleasantly distracted by his ramblings.

"You're good. And he did say some stuff implying I was a gold digger, but…frankly, I don't care about his opinion."

"I'm gonna kill him," Haechan gets up but you are quick enough to grab his wrist.

"No, please, stay. Let him think what he wishes. I only care about what your opinion of me."

"Darling, I am perfectly confident you did not marry me because of my title."

"I know. I'm not talking about that. I mean…I'm just nervous I won't be able to please you. I've never done this before," you explain nervously.

"You and Jaemin never…?" Haechan waves his hand in the air meaningfully.

"I wanted to wait till my wedding night. So, um, here we are, I guess."

"Oh, my angel," Haechan places a hand on your cheek. "You don't have to worry about that. Just, relax, and let me take care of you."

"No, no. Teach me. I'll do anything you say, just…guide me, please?" you plead him, looking up at him, your eyes still moist with tears.

"Okay," Haechan agrees easily. "Take off your clothes."

You gulp anxiously and start unbuttoning your wedding dress. Why is it so hard? Why are there so many freaking buttons?

"Gods, you're trembling," Haechan points out the obvious and his impatience takes over. He removes your hands from your dress and finishes the remaining buttons himself. You are grateful for his help, but you still feel like a total failure for not being able to complete one simple task.

"I'm s-sorry," you pout.

"Don't apologize," Haechan shakes his head. "Can I touch you?"

You nod and he caresses you with his pretty fingers. It feels so sticky and weird but…weird good. Definitely good.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

"N-no, stop," you disagree, chuckling.

"Stop what? Stop doing this?" Haechan teases you but continues his motions, because he sees how much you're enjoying it.

"Stop calling me cute," you elaborate.

"You're so not cute," Haechan obliges jokingly. "That was a lie, by the way."

You laugh again, not just because of his words, but because the things he's doing with his hands make you feel so amazing you can't hold it in.

"You like that, my pretty wife? You like being touched by your husband?" Haechan talks you through it.

"Yes! So much! You have no idea!" you scream as you fall apart under him.

"I think I do," he smirks proudly and lets you ride it out. Then, he takes his fingers out…and licks them clean. Your eyes widen in shock. You've never imagined such a sight possible. The king of the country just did…THAT to you. And against all reason, you're still breathing.

"Show me how to do this to you," you beg, wanting to make him feel as good as you.

"It won't be the same," Haechan giggles. "But I'll give the best of me."

He takes off his clothes hurriedly, extremely excited to teach you everything he knows. You are amazed to see him in his full glory. His golden skin radiates in the dimlit room.

"You look incredible," you gasp.

Haechan tilts his head to the side, his cheeks turning red.

"May I touch you?" you ask reverently, still in awe of his sun-like beauty.

"We're married. Of course you can," Haechan reminds you sweetly and guides your hand, showing you all the way he likes to be touched, telling you what feels good and what doesn't (though everything you do feels good for him but he won't tell you just yet).

You do your best to follow his instructions and soon enough become bold enough to start experimenting yourself. He is enjoying it judging by the expressions on his heavenly pretty face.

"You're so hard. Isn't it uncomfortable?" you inquire, genuinely curious.

"It kinda is. But it's also a good thing. It means I'm really into you."

"The way when you touch me and I'm drippin' and it's kinda strange but also feels nice?" you try to explain the logic in your own terms.

"Exactly that way. You're a quick study," Haechan praises you.

"I just have a very good teacher," you compliment him in return and kiss him deeply, your hand still stroking him.

Soon enough, his release comes and you marvel at how much of it there is. You gather some of it with your finger and lick it, just like he had done with you.

"Fuck. You don't have to do that," Haechan moans.

"But you did it? Isn't it okay?" you blink innocently.

"It's not that it isn't okay. Just saying, you don't have to. I bet it tastes weird."

"No, it's not weird," you shake your head adamantly. "I mean, it's you, so I think it tastes sweet."

"Better than poison?" Haechan teases.

"Definitely better," you agree without thinking.

"I know you've been tasting my meals even when I told you to stop," Haechan blurts out all of a sudden.

"You knew?" you whisper in shock.

"I felt so bad but I didn't mention it because I knew no matter what I said, you'd keep doing it."

"You thought correctly," you sigh. "But you don't have to feel bad. I'm also taking little doses of poison each day, so I'll be fine. We'll both be fine, I'll make sure of it."

Haechan kisses you again, gripping your hair firmly, but gently at the same time.

"Remind me again what did I do to deserve you?"

"Did the Sun ever do anything but shine to make the Earth revolve around it?" you smile fondly.

"You're saying I'm your Sun?" Haechan presses his forehead against yours.

"Provided I'm your Earth," you respond.

"Well, did you know the fate of the Earth is to be consumed by the Sun?" Haechan informs you with a sweet voice but sombre expression.

"Consume me, then," you gladly consent and he slides inside of you all too smoothly.

Earth and Sun, moving together as one. Two entirely different worlds and yet…you belong with each other.

"You're too sweet for me," you murmur, chasing his lips once more.

"You've had too much poison your taste buds are off," Haechan jests.

"Maybe so," you grin. "I should probably drink more of you as an antidote."

"I'm counting on it, my beloved wife."

The End

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𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── haechan really loves the milkmaid dress

( 対 ) lee haechan + fem. reader wc. 0.6k genre smut · contains! public sex , oral ( f ) mature content. / back to library

you didn’t have to tell haechan a reason why you wanted to do anything; you wanted to get dressed up nicely, go on a picnic and take pictures, he was ready — but here you stood , in this dress. he wanted nothing than to stay home with you in bed. “babe what do you think?”

you bought this dress specifically for this occasion; you saw that the milk maid dress were trending on tiktok and you decided to get one for the picnic. “it’s pretty right , and they make my boobs look good no?” of course they did , that was his problem now. “you look nice like always.” he watched you tie it , only accentuating your boobs more. “should i wear sandals or heels?”

he managed to pull himself together; finishing getting ready so you guys could go enjoy your picnic. he set everything up while you laid out all the food nice enough to take a bunch of pretty pictures , which you did with the help of your boyfriend who was mesmerized , you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him. “no you can’t post these , i won’t allow people to look at you.” you laughed , he smiled at you. “stop it.” you grabbed your phone out his hand. “seriously how will i love knowing there are other men out there who are perceiving you?”

you two enjoyed the food you made; feeding each other and laughing— it was such a good time; you even decided to stay a little while longer and enjoy the sun, it was a pretty quiet and secluded area so there were no interruptions; perfect for haechan who was currently going through it, you just looked to good in the dress. “baby.” you looked down at your boyfriend who was already laying in between your legs. “yes hyuck.” you ran your fingers through his locks. “i love this dress so much , you look so pretty.”

sighing as you scratched his scalp lightly. “thank you baby , wore it just for you.” that made his cock twitch. “well fucking thank you because you look good.” he turned around , now hovering over you. “h-hyuck.” he pulled you into a kiss. “fuck baby i’ve been turned on ince we got here , this fucking dress.” his hands coming up to your boobs. “these , love these pretty titties so bad.” you bit your lip. “hy-hyuck were in public.” you said , but that did stop him from putting his hands up the slit of the dress. “that’s not stopping your pretty pussy from being wet.”

that’s how you found yourself biting down on your lip; the man in between your legs, licking and sucking at your folds. “fu-fuck haechan.” you moaned , he pulled away, his lips wet. “so so noisy baby , people are gonna hear you.” he whispered. “it-it feels good.” his finger circled your clit. “i know , but you don’t want people to think you're a nasty slut getting off in public, do you?” he pushed his fingers inside; covering up what would be a moan with a kiss, curling his fingers inside , your back arching against your will. “you don’t listen do you? should i stuff my cock in your mouth to keep you from being loud?”

you felt yourself about to cum. “you’re gonna cum?” he smirked. “ye-yes.” you gasped. “fuck hyuck i’m gonna cum.” he curled his fingers one last time , scratching that one spot that had you seeing stars as you came. “that’s it , make a mess on my fingers.” his cock pressed against your thigh. “fuck i’m so hard.” he groaned , removing his fingers, putting them to his lips , tasting you with a hum. “i need to fuck you.”

he pulled away; “let’s go back to the car.” he said , taking your panties, putting them in his back pocket. “you won’t be needing those.” he smirked. “let’s get this cleaned up so we can go.” he said “quickly because with this dress we might not even make it to the car.”

“i might just take you right here with everyone hearing how much of a whore you are for me.”

©️LUVYENI

[remtrack]

please please please haechan fwb thats down bad

oh my god yes.

fwb haechan who's unashamedly into you, he's truly not above begging. haechan asks to come over every other day of the week, and looks for you at every party. he lingers by you at parties, tugging at the strap of your dress with a small pout on his face. "let me take you home, pretty baby, come on, please?" it doesn't take long until you're in his bed and he's kissing your chest through your dress, sucking and licking until it's see-through from his saliva. "need you so bad," he whimpers, pressing his crotch against yours. "you're such a loser, so hard from just a little kissing," you tease, bucking your hips to press against his bulge. he throws his head back, whimpering, "mm, need you, need you so bad. wanna be in you, please."

he's truly polite, always makes sure to say please! just so down bad for you as he begs to leave hickeys on you, just wants to mark you as his. once he's done, he's tracing the purple-blue bruises with his pointer like it's a work of art, grinning. the only thing he's ashamed of is not lasting as long as he'd want... lol. but how could he when you're so wet and tight around him, bouncing on his cock? he grips on your hips, whining, "slow down baby — fuck, i'm not gonna last long." of course he helps you get to your high though, pushes you down and eats you out <3 he's a munch 100% loves getting on his knees for you.

or! fwb haechan who's desperate to make you his. arrives your home one night after you went out on a date, anger and desperation in his face. eats you out over and over before finally fucking into you, eager to ruin you for everyone but him. "you're gonna go back to him?" he says, rubbing tight circles on your clit, "when i make you feel this good? you're mine, baby."

shit kinda went overboard but like i love desperate hyuck what can i sayyyyy

[crdteezv]

Haechan Fic Recs

[majority of these are smut > minors dni (18+)]

**For the key, when I say extreme, I mean fics that will contain darker themes.

S - Smut | F - Fluff | A - Angst | E - Extreme

Disclaimer: *Some of these didn't have a wc so I added it myself! Another thing, some of these fics can be on the darker side so fair warning*

!!!ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AMAZING WRITERS!!!

A/N: Whenever I add to the list I’ll reblog this post and keep the updated date down below!!

Last Updated: December 6th, 2024

PERSONAL FAVS

pussy fiend | pt.1 (28.2k) & pt.2 (40.7k) - @domjaehyun (F) (S)

→ college au, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, roommate au

spur of the mommet | pt.1 (2.1k) & pt.2 (10k) - @haetrack (F) (S) (E)

→ perv/inexperienced! haechan, use of toys

thrid wheel (ft. mark) | pt.1 (7.4k) & pt.2 (13.7k) - @ncteez (S)

→  vacation setting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, car sex, 3some

pro: love: add (11.6k) - @haetrack (S)

→  perv/switch haechan & reader

stoner!hyuck (0.4k) - @calibabii21 (S)

untitled #1 (0.4k) - @neocentral (S) (E) (D)

→ noncon

[8:52] (1.6k) - @from-izzy (F)

→ established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

can i? (3.5k) - @yutaholic (S)

→ exes to lovers

friendly competition (ft. mark) (2.2k) - @perfumejamal (S)

→ bf mark, 3some

womaniser (2.1k) - @onyourhyuck (S)

→ bestfriend hockey player!haechan

fix me softly (3.1k) - @onyourhyuck (S) (E)

→ best friend/switch/himbo/perv/ haechan, dub-con

again & again (2.5k) - @ihaechans (F) (S)

→ established relationship, sub haechan, mommy kink

nice guy (2k) - @luvyeni (S) (E)

→ stalking, non consensual photo taking

anything you can do i can do better (4.8k) - @vnti-vntiety-recs (S)

→ enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers

jealous!bf!hyuck! (0.5k) - @ye4gerz (S) New!!

→ choking, exhibitionist hyuck, jealous/angry sex

11:21 AM (0.8k) - @junrenjun (F) New!!

→ husband haechan, suggestive

f/ck ban (1k) - @iceonneo (S) New!!

→ bf haechan

3:46pm (0.6k) - @markresonates (S) New!!

→ bf haechan, humiliation

ghost house (8.3k) - @smileysuh (S) (E) New!!

→ ghost/perv/switch sub lean!hyuck, witch!reader, supernatural au

hoes before bros (ft. mark) (12k) - @beomqu (S) New!!

→ idol! au, cheater! reader, bf! mark, fwb! haechan

caramel (2.8k) - @mejaemin (S) New!!

→ established relationship, beach sex, exhibitionism

9th member (0.4k) - @sugrclip (S) New!!

→ idol au, car sex

under the influence (11.6k) @domjaehyun (S) (E) New!!

→ stoner/perv haechan, shy reader, slight dubcon, corruption

something's missing (2.1k) - @zhongfile (S) (E) New!!

→ ex haechan, blackmailing, dubcon themes

i ❤️ hot nerds (ft.jaemin) (8.7K) - @domjaehyun (S) New!!

→ perv nerd haechan & jaemin, popular reader

ONESHOTS

the perfect victim (2.7k) - @revehae (S) (E)

→ noncon

angel tears (1.8k) - @diorcities (S)

→ possessiveness, mirror/make up sex

my favorite pair (3k) - @goodiegoddesselle (S) (E)

→ perv haechan, roommates, enemies to lovers

touch (1.9k) - @ch3rryc4ndy (S)

→ husband, teacher x student role-play (18+)

play bear (1.4k) - @diorcities (S)

→ established relationship, gamer haechan

impatient (2k) - @ihaechans (S)

→ established relationship, jealous haechan

cool off (4.6k) - @soobrat (F) (S) New!!

→ idol au, public sex(?), switch!ish

free falling (5k) - @sunpopz (S) New!!

→ gamer au, perv!hyuck, sub!hyuck?

forget him (7.1k) @smileysuh (S) New!!

→ friends to lovers, roommates au, recent breakup

DRABBLES

untitled #2 (0.5k) - @sserasin (S) (E)

→ dubcon, infidelity

untitled #3 (0.7k) - @starryhyuck (S)

→ established relationship, public sex??

thigh riding (0.5k) - @babiesdreams (S)

day 14: haechan (0.7k) - @babiesdreams (S)

→ hard dom, edging, degradation

4:15 AM (0.5k) - @taexoxosgf (S) (E)

→ established relationship, somnophilia, dumbification

untitled #4 (0.9k) - @haetrack (S)

→ cockwarming, himbo!haechan

untitled #5 (1.3k) - @starryhyuck (S)

fwb!haechan (1.3k) - @pinkynana (S)

untitled #6 (0.8k) - @toniiswrld (S)

→ roommates, fwb!enemies ?, birthday sex

day 18 - toys (1.3k) - @jaylaxies (S)

→ use of toys, mutual masturbation

untitled #7 (1.3k) - @starryhyuck (S)

→ established relationship, mean dom haechan

untitled #8 (0.5k) - @sserasin (S) (E) New!!

→ dubcon, infidelity, choking

11:32 AM (0.5k) - @jenoismydad (S) New!!

→ thigh riding

sweet release (0.7k) - @hisunflower (S) New!!

→ idol au, oral

untitled #9 (1.2k) - @vanesycho (S) New!!

→ bf haechan, oral, boob play

HEADCANNONS

pervert!haechan (0.3k) - @jaylaxies (S) (E)

→ roommates au

more perv!haechan thoughts (0.6k) - @thetypingpup (S) (E)

pervy!neighbor (0.2k) - @neo-percs (S) (E)

perv!boyfriend (0.3k) - @luvyeni (S) (E)

FAKE TEXTS

ex haechan - @handlemehyuck (F) New!!

[sweetiechenle]

omgg can i pls get a foodservice au haechan where you're both servers and competing for tips?? but make it flirtyyy

pairing: haechan x afab!reader

w.c.: 2.5k

warnings: mdni 18+, restaurant!au, you are both servers and its a competition, rivals to lovers(?), no foreplay only some oral (f receiving, haechan is impatient), haechan is mean (please spit in my mouth), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, dirty talk, haechan is a switch, pet names, dirty talk, you guys basically fuck in the walk in fridge.

requests are always open ＼( 'ω')／

trying to drown out the high-pitched blabber coming from your co-worker's mouth; yet as you moved around the kitchen, he only followed, ignoring the glares from the other staff. your manager comes out of his office only to tell you both to return to the front. you roll your eyes and turn toward him, ‘can you please tell haechan to stop gloating about his tips first? then I’ll get back to work’ 

taeyong sighed, rubbing his forehead, ‘haechan, stop talking about your tip money and get back to work’

haechan put his hands up in defense, ‘hey, im just trying to help y/n work harder, if they made as many tips as i do, we wouldn’t be having this conversation’ you gasp and grab lettuce from the salad bar, chucking it at his apron-donned torso. he jumped in surprise, reaching over to grab food and throw it back. before he could, taeyong stopped his, telling him to get his ass back to the front, haechan huffed, walking through the kitchen with you trailing behind.

you both stood near the hostess stand, ‘at least i’m not a kiss ass’ you said first smirking at him.

he smiled lightly, ‘how did you know i love to kiss ass?’

your smirk fell, he could never be serious, you rolled your eyes, giving him a small ‘whatever’ and turning your attention towards something else.

‘how about’ he bounces on his tip-toes rocking back and forth with a grin, ‘we have a little competition?’

you turn back towards him, ‘ugh, you’re so annoying’ you paused and his smile got wider, ‘what is it?’ you groaned.

‘at the end of the week, whoever gets the most tips win… winner gets a day off and… loser has to spend two hours in the walk-in fridge’ he explains.

your mouth hangs open, ‘you’re fucking crazy, one of us could die in there!’

he laughed, ‘oh, so you’re scared you’ll lose? come on, sweetheart, you've got all the right parts to make some good money’ he looks you up and down. it was normal for haechan to always act like a horndog; you’d normally ignore his antics, but now it was finally an opportunity to fight back.

you groaned again, ‘fine’, he outstretched his hand, you took it and shook, ‘i’ll do it’

you two would count your tips together after every shift, on monday he got the most almost $200, while you only got around $120. you decided to try a bit harder the next day, putting on your most expensive makeup, topping it off with bright red lipstick along with the tightest pants and shirt you could find. walking into work that morning, it felt like all eyes were on you, the kitchen staff were nicer to you, taeyong let you take a longer break, and felt like the guests were putting down a lot more money on the table then you anticipated. you tried being as nice as possible to everyone coming and going. you felt like you were always, but for this week you tried to go above and beyond, there was no fucking way you’d be spending two hours in the walk-in fridge. haechan could see right through your tactics; he followed you to the back of the kitchen, stopping you before you could do whatever you had planned. ‘i see you dressed up for today’ you jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, turning around so your back was leaning on the wall.

‘jesus christ, you scared me’ he laughed and moved closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall, out of sight for anyone else.

he moved closer, his breath hitting the outer shell of your ear, ‘sweetheart, did you wear all that and get all pretty for these lazy, uptight assholes?’

you gulped, the heat from his tall, lean body radiating off and onto you. ‘i did it so i could win’ you said firmly, ignoring how your heart was beating so fast from haechan.

‘but you’re already so beautiful’ he lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek to make you look at him in the eyes. you noticed how deep and brown they were, his long eyelashes batting against his gorgeous skin. you always thought haechan was cute, but his boisterous personality made you get the ick one too many times. he dipped his head back towards your ear, his lips ghosted over your neck, making you shudder. you sighed, melting into his touch, ‘its cute to see you try though’. the heat left your body, you opened your eyes, and he was gone.

that night, you left with $300, way more than haechan.

-

the final day, you continued to do the same, dress in the tightest outfit ever, and caked in makeup. the hostess had called in, you begged taeyong to not put you at that station for the day, opting haechan as a better fit. he agreed, but only if you’d help clean the kitchen later before closing. you immediately agreed, thanking him for keeping you at the server station. when haechan came in later that morning, he was furious. chenle, the shift lead, told him he would have to be the host for today, making him storm off and barge into taeyongs office. you and chenle listened in through the door, giggling as you watched haechan walk out five minutes later without his apron on and a button-up shirt just for hosts.

he heard you giggling and snapped his head towards the sound, ‘you think this is funny?’ he sneered.

you basically skipped over to the host stand, making him roll his eyes and groan as you looked up to him with a beaming smile, ‘it's actually fucking hilarious’

he clenched his jaw, trying not to show his anger too much, ‘at least i’m not some cheap slut parading myself around for tips’ he moved closer to you, ‘basically begging for something to happen… now get the fuck back to work’ he turned back around to the host stand. you watched, mouth shut tight into a thin line, smile long forgotten due to his outburst, the comment hitting deep. he busied himself organizing a stack of menus, and you just walked to the kitchen, trying to forget that any of this had happened.

later that evening, just as you promised before, you stayed to help clean the kitchen. the staff was dwindling down as the night grew darker, co-workers saying their goodbyes and ‘have a good night’. taeyong called your name from his office. you walked back to find him standing at his small desk, getting his stuff together, ‘i have to leave, personal stuff, haechan is still here’ he handed you his keys ‘are you good to lock up after you two are done?’

you were caught off guard. could you both be trusted? obviously not, but that was a topic of discussion for another day. ‘oh, um, sure’ he smiled and bid you a good night and left. you watched as he left the restaurant, haechan also watching from the dining area. when taeyong was out of sight, the taller boy stood up and walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, where you had followed your manager out.

‘well’ he sighed, catching your attention, ‘looks like you won… gonna lock me in the fridge now?’

you didn’t think he was serious, but you committed to the bit, ‘yeah, i’ll come let you out after your two hours’ you walked him to the entrance and opened it for him.

he chucked nervously, ‘a bet is a bet’ he entered the space and you let the door go, watching it slam into its frame, clicking the hatch you locked him inside.

you walked away, ready to leave him there in the walk-in fridge. alone. for two hours. you shook your head, this was fucking crazy, stupid, and dangerous. you stumbled back through the kitchen, stopping at the giant metal door that stood between you and haechan. unlatching it and heaving the door open with a pull, he was sitting on a box of tomatoes looking at his phone. you stepped inside, he looked up and smiled, slipping his phone in his pocket and walked towards you, making you back up until your back hit the door. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, making the air thick with tension, the coolness of the door to your back made a shiver flow down your spine. you thought back to earlier this week, when he had you trapped in the back of the store, caging you in between him and the wall, much like now. you failed to find the will to push him away, you couldn’t even do it before, so what could stop you now? now, it was just you and him.

‘i knew you wouldn’t leave me here’ he whispered, his head moving closer to yours. you made the unconscious decision to let your eyes roam over his face, his beautiful moles put perfectly into place, his plush lips that you couldn’t stop staring at. you looked up into his eyes, noticing how his eyes flickered down to your lips, too. despite it only being 2 celsius, it felt like you were burning over a fire. his lips smacked onto yours, fighting for dominance and creating a rhythm you both could move to. the softness of his lips made you moan into his mouth, wetness pooling into your panties, making the tight fabric stick to your skin. he pulled you closer, rubbing his tented crotch into your thigh, he licked your lips, sucking on the bottom and grabbing it between his teeth. he let go and attacked your neck, sucking, kissing, and licking. the cool air of the fridge hits the wet patches, making you shudder and arch your back in surprise.

he grabbed you and brought you over to a box of ingredients in the middle of the fridge, ‘jump’ he demands. you hop onto the box, back against the racks lining the walls of the fridge, he leaves a line of kisses along your neck, hands moving to unbuckle your belt and jeans. he tugs them down your thighs along with your underwear. the chilling air immediately hits your core making you shiver and sending a tickle up your spine. haechan groaned, watching the way your cunt throbbed and wept for contact with anything. ‘please, let me taste you’ he cried out.

you fiercely nodded, the frigid air being replaced by his hot breath as he kissed up your thigh, reaching your clit, and licking a fat strip up. you cried as he latched on and continued to suck and shove his tongue down your hole. you grab his hair, shoving him further down, he groaned every time you would tug on his scalp. he continued his attack until you feel the pit in your stomach light up, feeling the band snap you cry out as you come all over his mouth, he licked up every drop. rising from his crouched position slowly, he paid no mind to the sheen of wetness that covered his chin.

‘get up and turn around’ he ordered. you scrambled out of your spot on the boxes, turning, you place your arms on top of them to keep yourself steady. you could hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, he presses himself to you. his stiff cock brushing up your lower back, ‘you want a tip?’ you brace yourself, gripping the edge of the box. he lines himself with your entrance, gently pushing the head of his cock inside, you gasp at the slow, painful stretch. ‘you want it?’ he growled, stopping mid-thrust, making you cry out in desperation for him to continue.

‘p-please, i want it haechan’ you stuttered. he smiled wickedly, satisfied by your answer.

without another word, he slammed his cock into you making you cry out in surprise and pleasure mixed with pain. your back arched forward as he stilled inside of you, giving you some time to adjust. you clenched around him, pushing back now to get any type of friction. he grabs your hips to keep you from moving, bringing his hips back and harshly snapping them forward into you, making you lunge at the boxes supporting you. crying as he beat up your pussy made you see stars, your vision turning white as you tried to continue to focus on the shelf in front of you. the milk was going to expire in two days, ‘fuck’ you whimpered out.

haechan frantically moved his hips back and forth, pounding into your bruised hole at an alarming pace. he had been whispering in your ear, you paid no attention, you couldn’t with the way he was stuffing you full, your brain couldn’t think of anything else but the way his cock slammed in and out of you. the way his hands held you in place, knowing bruises would start forming soon with how tightly he was holding you. ‘i’m gonna come’ you rasped between heavy breaths, the fire in your lower stomach returning. ‘fuck. haechan’ crying out in desperation, you continued gripping onto the boxes holding you up until your knuckles went white. he reached a hand around and played with your clit as he sunk further into you. your legs flexed as you couldn’t stop yourself any further, your orgasm almost making you fall to the ground. the band in the pit of your stomach breaking as you cried out, leaning your head on the coolness of the boxes in front of you. coming down from your high, haechan continued to ferociously pound into you, trying to reach his own high, making you cry out in overstimulation. clenching around his length, he stilled deep inside, coating your cervix with his come. haechan slowed down, trying to catch his breath. he clung onto you, reaching his arms around your waist, holding you against him.

‘i’m sorry for what i said earlier… it’s not true, i-i really like you, i was just upset. you shouldn't have to dress up in order to get more money from those dirtbags’ he cooed, leaving a trail of tender kisses across your shoulder. you winced as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you craving that feeling more. haechan helped you pull up your pants before he could fix his, turning you around and capturing in his arms once more.

‘its okay haechan, besides, i still won, and we both ended up in the walk-in’ you giggled, watching his worried eyes go bright again, smiling as you lightly joked about the situation.

‘i want to make it up to you’ he smirked, ‘i can use my tip in a different way’

you gave him a funny look, playfully pushing on his chest in order for him to continue, ‘as in, let me use my tips from this week to take you on a date’

you laughed, nodding your head, you walked out of the fridge with him, hand in hand. you stopped before reaching for the exit, ‘what is it?’ haechan asked.

‘i need to leave a note for taeyong that the milk is expiring in two days’ you turned back, walking towards his office.

haechan watched as you scribbled on the manager's note pad, ‘what if we fucked here too?’

[vanesycho]

Idk what the fuck I wrote just #squirtforhaechan

being friends with haechan wasn't as easy as it seemed. everything seemed normal and sarcastic in front of the others, but the moment the doors closed behind you, his hands would find your body. he would give you a small kiss on your neck and smile breefly as whipsering dirty things in your ear.

still, he couldn't stand seeing others around you, well.. no one else could touch his friend. he didn't believe anyone else could satisfy you as much as he did, he was the one who knew you and your body the best.

"oh are you gonna cum? should i let you? you were closer to jaehyun than you were today. do you really think he could satisfy you like this? you know this pussy was made just for this cock." his talking stopped being heard after a while, you didn't know how many times you came but haechan didn't seem to want to stop. he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

his favorite thing was to tease you in front of everyone. haechan is a total bastard. and he's proud to act like it.

while you were talking to yuta about something, you felt hands on your waist interrupting you "don't mind me, i just came to get my phone." he spoke while reaching for his phone, even though you tried to listen to yuta carefully at that moment, the hardness you felt on your ass made you take a deep breath. "you better finish talking and use that little mouth of yours for other things" he whispered in your ear, then slapped your hip a few times quickly. your gaze turned to him but he already left the room as if nothing happened.

he doesn't like to be distracted while playing games but if you do...that's when you better try not to pay attention to the cock inside you until the game is over.

"stay fucking still." he spoke while his fingers moved quickly on the keyboard. but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out, you were soaked, the fullness inside you was now reaching a level where it hurt "please.." you didn't know how much longer you had to beg but he didn't seem to care at all. on the contrary, he was trying to make you worse, he slightly moved his hips on the chair in order to fix his sitting position, causing a loud moan to come out of your mouth.

with the last round finished, he lowered his hands from the keyboard to your hips and rested them there for a while "fuck... i lost." he leaned his head back and closed his eyes in anger "fucking slut, you couldn't stop talking the whole game" the sentence he muttered to himself made you squirm in pain again, haechan let out a groan, then locked eyes with you "are you going to bother me again?" you shook your head quickly "n-no, no, please just...it hurts..i can't take it anymore" your eyes were filled with pain, the juices in your pussy were flowing from his cock, you were completely ruined. and this is instead of him feeling sorry for you, it was making him even more excited. a slight smile appeared on his face and he slapped your hips loudly "then you better start working those hips"

it doesn't matter to him where or when these things happen. if he wants it then, then it will happen.

you were leaning against the closed door, trying to keep your legs from shaking. you thought you were going to have a great time with johnny, mark and him but here you were. trying to hold back your moans as his fingers and tongue were relentlessly destroying your pussy "hyuck..." you had even lost the ability to talk. hand pulled his hair hard, make him moaned in pleasure against your pussy. you covered your mouth with your other hand to muffle your own voice but it was no use. his mouth was expertly sucking your clit, tongue thrusts made you arch your back, his two fingers were hitting your pleasure spot hard without a mercy.

you hadn't expected this to be the price you paid for just to get a drink of water. oh and if mark knew this right now, he would definitely never even set foot in his kitchen.

[diorcities]

heaven

── you don't need to imagine. you know it's true. they say all good boys go to heaven but bad boys bring heaven to you. haechan x afab!reader genre smut, tooth-rotting fluff mature content smut ver of this, domestic love, oral sex, riding, multiple orgasm, overstim, clit stimulation, nipple/cum play, unprotected sex, creampie, small convo during sex, love making, slight rough sex, petname (darling, baby), switch!hyuck, sweet aftercare wc 3k

author's suggestion for next reading: stargazing.

that was the night that it all began.

he crosses his arms as he leans against the wall, chatting with some guy just as handsome as him. dancing his eyebrows and looking so effortlessly alluring. he catches your eye. “who's he?”

“haechan.” among the bodies, he embodies sunlight. colored lights cascade down his face when he holds your gaze. you find out breathless.

“funny...” you hear yourself say.

haechan. you heard it before, in a dream.

the rise and fall of his chest under your cheek accompanied by the gentle beating of his heart made the same sedative effect of melatonin; hushed breathing and feather-light touches at midnight.

you could watch him sleep for eternity.

battling the sleep that closes your eyes and numbs your muscles —your fingers, drawing lines that connect his moles.

his lips in a pout are slowly kissed. imprinting the love and fond you feel, too heavy to carry on your own. his full cheeks. his jaw. the visible extension of his neck. everything is touched by you. only you. like cardinal points that you know by heart, by inertia.

“can't sleep?” his voice sounds distorted by sleep.

you hum in denial. “no.” you can't. not when you're full of love.

his lips display a soft and tired smile, “what were you doing?”

“nothing. were you dreaming?”

he opens one eye, curling his plump lips, “dreaming?” he mocks.

“you said my name.”

he smiles mischievously. “maybe i was, then. i was dreaming of you.”

you let the warmth envelop your body; you're made of liquid tenderness and longing. melted in the tangle of emotions that are still felt around, in the messy sheets, in the ghost of a body imprinted on the mattress, in the still disoriented parts of your mind. in your head, lost in outer space.

you feel your cheeks burning before he leans closer to kiss you. love-filled kisses each deeper and burdened. “keep doing it.”

“what thing?” you whisper quietly.

you feel his fingers stroking your hair, “nothing.” and an hourglass later. “i'm all yours.”

oh.

despite the space between your bodies. despite still feeling his lips in areas where only he has reached. to hear his favorite songs, to be able to recite them from memory now. staying up until the wee hours; you've never felt this close to someone.

haechan is bad. you say to yourself. your friends know it. your parents don't like him... but, but you know him. you know him thoroughly. deeply. and when the two of you are like this, so close, he looks just as an angel even though he's far from good.

you've always known the good guys go to heaven, but the bad boys bring heaven to you.

“what do you want?” he usually asks, with one of those sharp and alluring smiles; the charm of any gemini boy.

and the answer always remains the same. “your heart.”

and now your whole body is burning from the eternal craving.

“go ahead,” he whispers against your lips, “make me proud.”

you caress his stomach, and the breath he was holding up until that moment doesn't go unnoticed. he's so much of an expert. from the way he knows how to touch you, and how to make you see starts.

you want to be so tender. softer. you don't want to be like the other girls. you want him to remember you when he's with someone else. when he gets bored of your prudishness as everyone expects him to. if he does, you want him to imagine you when someone else touches him.

that's the promise you make to him. the curse you put on him.

you know where all his moles are, and when your mouth rests on one that you're sure he doesn't remember is there, a deep sound vibrates in his stomach and one of his hands brush the side of your face with affection. your cheeks light up from his sudden gesture, and coaxs you to repeat it, lower this time.

haechan swallows hard. face burning and tickling. opening his mouth when he feels you and everything explodes, and he can't control his face contracting into a eased grimace or his pulse pounding behind his ears when your wet mouth closes and takes him in it; he feels all the thick blood flowing down, and a hoarse, strangled groan reaches your ears.

it's soft. thick. you want to be sweet. his circumference doesn't stop you from treating it gently as it's so delicate; your mouth water at the feeling of tasting him. he's so sensitive even after you've done it a couple times before. you suck on his limb member, bobbing your head up and down, feeling the silky skin of his tip on your pouting lips. feeling it grow in your hand, where your palm stimulates his length while you lick the sensitive area of his cock.

he hiss affected by that, and moans loudly.

his cock is fully erect. bigger and pinker. with a coarse vein running the length of his penis, firm and heavy. your mouth starts salivating, you feel a hole open up in your belly before you take him again. the pit grows wider when it almost doesn't go into your mouth like before; it feels full. and you feel it pulse. your lips close around the base where haechan bristles. “just like that,” he coaxes, “that's my girl.”

your hand stays at the base as you turn the motion of your head against his cock. tongue stimulating his girth, passing it up and down, making circles on his hard length. breathing becoming deeper, his voice raspier. the sounds that fog up your ears exquisitely more audible. the way your mouth sits around him makes his thoughts become an incoherent jumble, where he can't talk you through properly anymore, “a-ah, darling. fuck—” incoherent sounds and elongated vocals that you steal every time you apply pressure where he likes. your pretty mouth on his cock, your cheeks puffing up every time you suck him, your lips on the tip of his penis when you pull him out and start stimulating him with your hands after leaving him glistening and sensitive.

you bite your lip as you see his slit fill with creamy liquid. you feel your body burn and your gaze become heavy as you stare at the clear fluid that comes out of it. mouth watering before you lean again and have a taste. “f-uck,” he breathes as he crumples the sheets into fists, buckling his hips into your mouth. his dick shoves all the way to the back of your throat and he whimpers breathlessly, “... baby.” suddenly with urgency. mouth half open while breathing sharply, he strokes your hair with care, and you pay back by exerting force against his length with your tongue.

“o-oh god—” his whole body shudders beneath you, “fuck, yn!” he jerks, his muscles tensing tightly before he explodes in your mouth. warm, thick cum pours out of his cock in pronounced pulsations. your mouth softens around him and receives his seed as your hand massages the soft skin of his shaft. tongue softly milking his tip until the last drop.

his cock falls heavy and languid on his stomach, gleamy and coated in saliva and cum. your mouth feels full of him, drooling from the corners of your mouth while you try not to spill anything, savoring it before haechan sees you slide it thickly down your throat. you see him catch his lower lip between his teeth, rosy cheeks leaving his beauty marks to stand out on his bewildered face.

his wild eyes see you waiting, the heavy air left by your forced breathing, sharpening as he sits up in bed and his fingers grab your waist. “good job, baby,” he congratulates you before his mouth attacks yours in a warm, debauchery kiss. both humming when his tongue steal the taste of his remains in yours, “my good girl, i'm so proud of you, baby. you want your reward?”

you find yourself being dragged into his lap as you feel enraptured by the friction that is generated when you sit on top of him. there's nothing in between when you sit on him and you can feel with every fiber his figure beneath you. legs positioning on each side of his body, a tremor whips over you as his fingers playfully brush against your thighs. all the build up of the night heating you up with barely nothing. “needy, baby?” he whispers, digits going dangerously to your core, “want me to take care of you?” your breath freezes when you feel him inserting his index fingers into you, a vast pit erupting inside you.

haechan twirls his digit before adding a second one.

your head starts spinning as you feel him sit them comfortably against your sensitive walls. “all wet and ready for me?” he coos, “by sucking me off?” his thumb taps gently your swollen clit and sends shivers down your stomach. something slips down before a throb assaults his fingers wrapped around you. “you make me hard again,” he breathes, rubbing your folds in circles while he rocks his fingers, delighted by your features contracting with each stroke. his free arm drags you closer, and you almost cry when his mouth takes one of your breasts and sucks your erect nipple. fingers removed from you so he can guide his tip to your needy entrance.

walls contracting when he slides with ease his dick so you could enhance the feeling of him burying in you. both breathing out at the overwhelming sensation, a moan escaping your lips by the way he fits inside, arms wrapping him as you take him all. your hips buckle forward to feel him in every nerve ending inside, mouth parting open when he uses his tongue around your aureole, flicking your tits.

haechan rubs your stomach, easing the tangling feeling that releases waves of pleasure through your bloodstream. “let's see how long it takes you to cum if i do this,” he says, using both hands to start rocking your hips back and forth, and while doing this, he kisses you softly. his mouth doesn't leave your lips as you immerse yourself in a desire so raw and intense that your body becomes liquid and your mind clouds over. your body is filled with a soft and fuzzy feeling, and you find yourself wishing you had something to soothe your soul.

“i love you, darling.” something like that.

your chest tightens and presses against the furious flutter that cuts off your airflow and suddenly you find yourself gasping as haechan rocks you on his growing erection and you feel stingers poking at your legs wildly, numbing the muscles around your femininity. “does it feels good?” he asks gently and you're too carried away of the pain that forms on your belly to answer immediately. your mouth only opens to let out a strangled whine. “o-oh, yes—” hands squeezing his flexed forearms, moving you in and out of his length.

haechan grows inside you and a spasm pulls your head back. his dick squeezes against your walls and fills you with exhilarating pleasure. he keeps moving your hips as you find yourself mesmerized by the way he buries himself in you. bigger. thicker. harder. haechan won't leave your waist while he tortures you grinding you against him with a steady touch, and suddenly it's too much; his kisses are too much, the way he grasps you, the way he whispers praises, the way his eyes don't leave your features, exploding until you feel light and numb, feeling your pussy burn when you start to pulse, stroking his cock rhythmically.

“done so quick, doll?” he asks mockingly, rubbing your thighs. a cocky grin blooms on his lips and you hit him lightly.

your hips inadvertently wiggle from side to side on his cock, a smile comes to your lips at the tingling followed by a jerking, awakening your senses. “...d'you feel the same way i feel this?” you wonder between gasps.

he's enraptured in the sensations that overwhelm him, “i do... you're doing so nice, hmm...” haechan lies back on the bed and pulls you with him, you find yourself straddling him, legs spread on each side of his hips, as you comfortably accommodate in the best position so his cock presses deliciously against your swollen, needy spot before you start rocking your hips picking up the pace. wet and lascivious sounds coming out of the motion of his cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your silky lubrication. pleased by the dainty moans that start to fill the room at the beat of your pounding. at the beat of your heartbeats.

you're already on the verge for nothing. carried away by the sensation of his thickness only. the way he stretches you out sends a pleasing feeling on your nerves and you accentuate your thrusts sharply and fast. haechan's hands shoot up and grip your waist, and the simple gesture sends the purest pleasure shooting through your system, blurring your vision, and filling your mind with dense, white noise. lewd sounds rhythmically synching with your hoarse moans, hands landing on his stomach for more balance as his head lolls back and his jaw clenches for the new angle.

you are completely possessed by the sweetness that spreads through your body. for the sedative sensation that fills your mind and blurs your gaze. “feels so good—” you breathe riding him with eagerness, with his cock wreaking havoc on you, making you unbridled like a madwoman and uncovering primal desire. your hands grip him when a sharp twinge shakes you and pleasure spills into your belly.

your lips squeeze together as the crushing orgasm leaves you gasping for air and agitated, shaking your body in waves of pleasant content as haechan holds you on top of him, taking every twitch of your pussy around his cock. his girth drives you to the brim as you ride your orgasm.

haechan opens his eyes in awe when you soon resume the motion on him. your body has become a bundle of spasms and tremors, unable to give you a break from the big pit in your stomach that threatens to shatter you. uncontrollable moans come from his lips in utter desperation, using his strength to mark the rhythm of your pelvis moving over him, cock lubricated by your arousal causing squelching sounds that join his whines. narrowed eyes in an anguished grimace that fades with one last thrust before a spasm assails him and he begins to slow down, moves becoming sloppier as he reach his high.

your body rises on his stomach, feeling his soft cock slide out of you, the sensation of something coming down before his belly is covered in tiny beads of cum. your sensitive walls are still widened by his girth, you feel your body tremble at not having him inside you.

haechan blinks slowly, trying to shake the lethargy out of his body. his hands gently caress your sides as he moves slightly beneath you in an involuntary stimulus. his tired eyes watch you staring at him intensely.

“more?” he wonders, chuckling, lolling his head back onto the pillow. one of his hands leaves your waist to take his cock and guide it towards your entrance. “are you sure?” you tap him gently in his stomach, feeling him stuff you again. your arousal slipping out of you, soaking your thighs and the extension of his crotch and stomach makes it easy for him to slide in. “mhm... just be gentle,” he whispers, before closing his eyes at the sensitiveness.

it takes you a while to get moving again. feeling haechan back inside of you. a comfortable sensation glides down his length, fills your swollen walls with warmth. stretching over his cozy body as you feel your muscles relax and tingle when you feel him hit that sweet spot inside. a sound comes from his lips and your legs tremble. it feels so good. “you feel amazing,” he coos, “so good, and perfectly tight.”

you begin to rock your hips back and forth. your body feels light as you move over hin, letting out breathy sounds of how good it feels. fire spreading down your legs as you perceive the sweet burning in your intimate area. feeling his fingers burn as he massages the swollen, tender lump on your clit, releasing waves of pleasure that shake your body and delight haechan's eyes. totally possessed by the sharp pain that plagues you, moving so painfully slowly over him, inducing the purest desire. “f-uck” you whine, fingers poking at your sensitive nipples sending electricity down your belly. your pussy pulse sharply.

haechan twitches under you, and the movement causes it to bury his dick deeper.

you hear him hissing, “shit,” he whispers with labored breathing before you can feel the bulge inside you grow and become stiffer. your breath gets stuck in your throat at all the sensations that come your way. his hands now control your waist and you let him change the speed of the thrusts. all your senses squeal and become cluttered by the sensation that begins to grow in your lower belly.

haechan growls and his eyes darken, filling your body, seeing you on top of him, possessed by the way he's fucking you. his cock starts tickling when your stomach contracts, your body goes numb and feels heavier and heavier. a hole opens in the mouth of your belly, and you feel it painfully descend to your intimate area until it explodes and leaves you shattered.

your body is strongly moved by him when he shifts you under him. hands grabbed by the wrists above your head feeling him bury every inch of his cock inside you, before he starts thrusting you with quick and merciless movements. your legs stretch and spill out on the bed as your mind shuts down from the devastating sensations that take over you. “hae... ngn.” you can't stop whining as your whole insides collapse and suffer an unbearable feeling that haechan provoked by his thrusts. raw emotions that explode when his lips adjust to yours and he kisses you, feeling your whole body burn and buzz before a white noise takes possession of your senses.

an awl freezes you before letting you writhe on his cock erratically, feeling the tremors take your breath away as you feel him jerks, covering himself in spasms that fill your abused cunt with his hot seed, as he whines loudly. eyes closed tightly at the white noise that fills his mind, as the scorching orgasm leaves you moaning with joy. a stroke of bliss embalms you and you find yourself smiling at the crushing pleasure that comes in waves as you sense his cum sliding down your clenching walls.

haechan lets out one last guttural sound before going still as his cock pulsates less and less along your cunt. his fingers massage your clit some more until the pleasure completely undoes you and you become a hissing mess.

you feel his kisses on the crown of your head as your heart begins to beat slower, beating along with his. so out of breath, and tired. his body is loaded with sleep and love, and when you look at him with your little eyes shining, he can't help but smile. your lips affectionately touch his before you pull away to clean your mess, but halfway through he stops you to come back to him and kiss him deeper, “let me have a taste” he says. eyes gleaming “i bet you taste as sweet as you look.”

[dazedhyu]

Focus 𓂃 💧 ldh

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー ex!haechan x fem!reader (ft 7dream)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : angst, smut, slight noncon (he pressures her into consenting at first), light exhibitionism, fingering, oral (fem rec.), mentions of cheating, pet names (angel, princess, etc), lmk if i missed any ^_^

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : my first post here :D!!! this is the second fic i actually decided to attempt to write.. so im so so so sorry if the pacing is off or the writing is weird LMFAO,, it took me way longer than id like to admit to finally finish this.. literally has been in my drafts since july of last year 😭 this was supposed to be inspired by focus by nct 127, unfortunately though i definitely went a little off track.. hopefully whoever reads this enjoys it as much as i do!! any and all feedback is welcome :3 psa.. though this was proof read like 89 times pls ignore any spelling errors im dyslexic ok

It’s been almost a year since you and Haechan broke up. You’ve spent every second since despising him. You hate the way he steals glances when he thinks you won’t notice. You hate the way his voice still lingers in the back of your mind when the room is too quiet,  and more than anything, you hate how much you still find yourself craving the warmth of his touch at times. 

You do your best to ignore him. You guys share the same friend group and hang out often. The last thing you’d want to do is make your shared friends feel tied up in your weird relationship drama. But it was hard when Haechan would joke around with them and slip in snide comments about you, glancing over at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face, desperately trying to get a rise out of you. 

Though you’ve convinced yourself you’re over him, completely given up, you sometimes wonder if he ever stops hating you. If, for even a second, he lets himself remember what it was like before everything fell apart. If he ever regrets the way he cheated on you and left you confused, and broken.

As the long-awaited spring break weekend arrived, you and your six friends — plus Haechan — found yourselves at Chenle’s summer estate, a secluded getaway nestled between towering pines that you all tended to visit every vacation you got. The midday sun filtered through sheer white curtains, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors of your designated room. 

You wasted no time unpacking, barely bothering to fold your clothes as you stuffed them into the nearest dresser. The trip had only just started, and you already knew you wouldn’t be spending much time in this room, not when the sun was high, the water was cool, and the pool was calling your name.

Slipping into a simple black bikini, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and headed for the door, the distant sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. Voices overlapping, doors opening and closing. It was familiar, easy, the kind of noise that made the place feel lived in.

You exhaled, relaxation finally overriding your system. You were here to enjoy yourself, and nothing, not even the lingering tension of past mistakes, was going to change that.

In the kitchen, Mark and Renjun were hunched over the island, deep in some conversation you didn’t care enough to eavesdrop on as they cut up fruit. Everyone else was out by the pool, laughing, sunbathing, and just having a good time overall. 

Everything felt easy, weightless, like nothing mattered beyond this weekend, beyond the warmth of the sun and the cool relief of the water.

Unfortunately for you, though, you saw him, and your mind immediately started to wander.

Haechan sat at the edge of the pool, legs submerged, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared out at the water. There was something detached about his gaze, like he wasn’t fully there. Like he was completely lost in thought about something else. 

You rolled your eyes and turned away before you could linger too long. You hadn’t spoken to him once since getting here, and you weren’t about to start now. It was bad enough you had to share this weekend — just like every other moment with your friends — with him. He wasn’t going to ruin this for you. Not like he always did. You refused to let him get under your skin whatsoever.

Without a word, you walked past the kitchen, past the open doors, and stepped onto the sun-warmed patio, quietly taking a seat on a secluded sun lounger. The laughter, the sunlight, the cool water, all of it should have been enough to soothe you. And for the time being, it was.

You weren’t going to let him be the thing you noticed most.

A few hours had passed, the sun just barely starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the patio. You and your friends were deep in discussions. Yet, despite the carefree energy surrounding you, your attention kept flickering toward the empty space where Haechan should’ve been.

You hadn’t seen him for a while now — not that you cared, but you could definitely tell something was on his mind, slowly eating away at him. Usually, he would do everything in his power to irritate and annoy you, take every opportunity he had to glare so intensely you swore he was trying to burn holes into your skin, but today he was quiet. Too quiet. 

You told yourself it didn’t matter, that he’d probably just had a rough day and called it quits, going back to his room. Yet the longer you sat there, the more you found yourself unconsciously searching for him.

Shaking off the thought, you stretched your arms above your head, sighing as the stiffness from sitting too long settled into your shoulders. Deciding you needed a break, you made your way inside, stepping into the dimly lit kitchen. The faint hum of the fridge filled the quiet space as you reached for a glass, the cool sensation of condensation forming against your fingertips while you poured yourself a drink.

Just as the first sip of cold juice touched your lips, a sudden grip on your hips sent a sharp jolt up your spine. Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the glass as a shiver coursed through your body. The grip was firm, possessive even, harshly pushing your back against their chest. 

For a split second, your mind raced. The silence behind you felt heavy, the presence lingering close. Immediately, you knew it was Haechan, the fear in your body being quickly overridden with irritation as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off your body.

“Don’t touch me, Donghyuck.” Your voice was a weird mix of soft yet stern, it only made his smirk grow wider. His hands immediately moved back to your hips, fingers digging in so harshly you were sure it would leave bruises. A small hiss slipped past your lips before he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“Why not? I know you miss my touch, baby.” He whispered sweetly, his hands pressing you further against him. Your ass flush against the bulge in his swimsuit made you wince, the pressure of his fingers digging into your hips sent an intense pain through your body. You hesitated for a second, your breath catching in your throat, before you reluctantly set the cup down on the counter.

“No need to get all dumb and quiet, you're shaking so much… just let Hyuckie take care of you the way he always did. Yeah, angel?” He spoke again, his hands abandoning your hips to slide down to your thighs, gripping them tight as his lips pressed hot, hungry kisses down the back of your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, a small, desperate "no" slipping from your lips, barely more than a breath.

Too many emotions surged within you, too disoriented to make sense of them all. A mixture of irritation, confusion, and fear gnawed at the pit of your stomach. You could feel the heat of his body behind you, his every movement making your pulse race even faster.

Something inside you screamed to get away, but another part of you… made you hesitate, made your mind make excuses telling you to stop trying to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe it was the slight yearning you've had for his touch since you've broken up, but you couldn’t admit that to him. Let alone yourself. You hated everything about this interaction, it made you sick to your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to get away and forget all about it. Everything about this made you feel so vulnerable.

“No? Not something my pretty girl would say… You don’t have to lie, baby, I know deep down this is what you want. Isn’t it, yn?” He spoke smoothly, his voice low and almost commanding. 

You hated the way his words rang in your head, you especially hated the way your body reacted to his voice. Your legs subconsciously squeezing together before your breath caught sharply in your throat once more, feeling his hand slide from your thigh straight to the lining of your bikini bottoms. 

Gently yet urgently he tugged the cloth aside, the cool air brushing against your warm core making a small whine leave your mouth. He chuckled deeply ー his fingers wasting no time circling painfully slow motions to your swollen bud. 

"C'mon, angel, say it." He cooed softly into your ear, his chest somehow pressing even more into your back. His breath, warm and unrelenting against your skin, it made goosebumps rise across your arms and legs. You felt a chill despite the heat of his presence, your body instinctively tensing under his touch.

You knew, deep down, that no matter what you said, he wouldn't stop. That was how these situations always played out after all. But you also knew Haechan, you know the one thing he hates most is not getting what he wants, the thought of saying no and the lingering uncertainty of what he might do next made your stomach churn. 

Not knowing what else to do besides pray that one of your friends outside just a few feet away would walk in and end this before it went any further. You hesitated, your body trembling ever so slightly as you nodded, almost unwillingly.

“I… I want this,” you murmured, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. “Hyuck…”

He hummed softly, his warm breath fanned against your skin, sending another shiver down your spine as his lips trailed lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His pace was slow, deliberate as if he was savoring every reaction he pulled from you. His teeth grazed the delicate skin just below your jaw, a teasing bite followed by the soothing heat of his tongue. All simultaneously followed by his fingers moving faster against your poor clit.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound low and pleased as he tilted your head further to the side, exposing more of your neck to him. His hands, warm and pace steady. You did everything in your power to fight back the little whines and moans escaping your lips, you couldn’t stand how much you loved the way he touched you, you wanted to hate this, wanted that escape still but your body completely told him otherwise. Your legs slightly shaking and hands tightly gripping the counter in front of you. 

Your noises had him smirking against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer like he couldn't stand the thought of any space between you. His hips now rolling against you in his own desperate but steady motions. 

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. His teeth grazed over the fresh mark he'd left on your skin, a silent claim, before he moved lower, trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder.

His hand on your leg slid up your back, fingers tracing lazily over your spine before tangling into your hair. He gave it a soft tug, guiding your head back just enough for him to meet your gaze. His eyes were darker now, half-lidded as he studied you the way your lips parted, your chest rising and falling a little faster than before. 

"You're always so sensitive," he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement as he added more pressure. The pads of his fingers rough against your clit made you whimper louder than intended. "You need to be quiet, baby. Want all our friends to hear how good i make you feel?"

You weakly shook your head, your mind far too dazed to comprehend anything he was saying. The heat between your legs was unbearable, every nerve in your body still buzzing from his touch. But before you could even catch your breath, the sound of the patio door sliding open made your stomach drop.

Haechan didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, his hands were off your aching clit and immediately readjusting your swimsuit bottoms back into place, hands pulling away from you like he hadn't just been driving you insane seconds ago. His expression didn't falter, not even a flicker of guilt or hesitation crossing his features as he reached for your glass on the counter, bringing it to his lips as if this was just another casual moment.

Renjun barely had time to take in the scene as he stepped inside, his gaze flickering between the two of you. His eyes briefly landed on you— your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, the way your arms instinctively wrapped around yourself like you were trying to shrink into the background. Embarrassment weighed heavily in your posture, but Haechan? He was completely unbothered, standing there with the same nonchalant douchebag grin you were used to seeing him with. 

Renjun blinked, his confusion evident for a moment before he shrugged, deciding not to question it. Haechan, who was proud of himself for getting away with this, stepped away from you with an easy stretch, barely sparing you another glance as he made his way past Renjun. 

And just like that, he was gone, slipping back outside to join the others without so much as a second thought, leaving you standing there messy, breathless, and weirdly turned on.

For the rest of that night and the entire next day, you did everything in your power to avoid Haechan. The situation alone left you unsettled, a shiver running down your spine whenever you thought about it. You hated everything about it — the way it happened, the way it made you feel. But what you loathed most was yourself. How you let him take advantage of you like that. How fear had rooted you in place, keeping you from standing your ground.

Now, late into the night, the house was quiet. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, either fast asleep or winding down from another relaxing day. But you were restless. Lying in bed, replaying everything over and over, had become unbearable. Eventually, you’d had enough.

Slipping on a clean bikini, you made your way outside to the hot tub by the pool. The cool night air contrasted with the steam rising from the water, the moonlight reflecting off its surface in shimmering waves. The soft hum of crickets mixed with the bubbling water, a gentle, rhythmic sound that finally eased the tension gripping your body. As you sank into the warmth, the heat wrapped around you, melting away the stiffness in your muscles, a contented sigh leaving your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilted back as the soothing warmth of the water surrounded you. You didn’t notice the soft, subtle sound of the patio door sliding open or the quiet patter of footsteps approaching you. Your mind was too consumed by the quiet, the weight of everything else you had been trying to push aside.

But then, you felt the shift in the air as legs brushed against yours. Your head snapped up in surprise, only to meet Haechan’s gaze. A cold rush of panic ran through you, and your body tensed instantly. The chill spread down your spine as the faintest shiver of fear crawled up, uninvited. The instinct to run surged, but something about the way he was looking at you, something almost… apologetic, stopped you cold. You stayed rooted to your spot, too nervous to speak, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes locked with yours.

Haechan studied you, his gaze narrowing slightly as he noticed the stiff tension in your posture. It hit him, a soft pang of regret, that you might be afraid of him right now. The thought twisted in his chest. He shifted, eyes dropping to the bubbles swirling in the water, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked back at you, his voice was gentle, almost too soft, a stark contrast to the way he last spoke to you.

“Why are you so scared? You know me better than anyone… I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His words made your stomach churn, the sudden tenderness sending an unsettling ripple through you.

The way he said it, so calm, so careful, it made your skin crawl in the worst way. It was all wrong— this soft tone wasn’t the one you were used to. Either he was always cocky and annoyed when he talked to you, or you truly haven’t heard this tone from him since you guys dated. 

You could barely manage to hold his gaze as his words hung in the air, thick with something you couldn’t place, something that felt all too fragile. Your eyes shifted back to him, your lips twisted into a small, tight frown. “Your actions say otherwise, Haechan.”

Haechan’s eyes flickered with regret. Softly, he shook his head. “I know. I’m sorry, okay? I just… I lost control. I let my thoughts get the best of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

“What’s with the sudden change? How do you go from loving me to hating me to… doing what you did and now being sorry for it? It doesn’t make sense at all.”

The words hit Haechan harder than he expected. He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair, frustration building. 

“I never hated you.”

“Felt like you did. And the feeling was strongly mutual.”

“No, come on, you know that’s not true.” Haechan’s voice was pleading, but it was strained with his own guilt. “You ended our relationship, your own free will, because in your words, you ‘couldn’t take this anymore.’

The fear in your demeanor quickly faded, immediately being replaced with irritation. You exhaled sharply, staring at the water for a moment to ground yourself. “You literally cheated on me,” you finally said, your voice trembling but still firm. “How do you expect me not to hate you?”

Haechan froze for a moment, his heart sinking. He knew he had done something unforgivable. He couldn’t deny that. But hearing it out loud, it was still a punch to the gut. “You cheated on me first,” he shot back, but the words felt hollow, even to him. “I just… I wanted you to feel the way I felt.”

Your expression twisted into disbelief. “What are you talking about? I never cheated on you?” You turned fully to face him now. “Even if that was true, how the fuck would two wrongs make a right?”

Haechan bit his lip, staring down at the water, avoiding your gaze. He had nothing to say to that. “I didn’t know better. I just did the first thing that came to mind. But I know the truth now, yn. You don’t need to lie about it.”

“Donghyuck,” you said softly, but it was almost like a warning. “You don’t know anything. Why would I cheat on you?”

The silence stretched for a moment, thick and heavy. Finally, Haechan looked up at you, his face softened with regret. “You tell me. I saw you unblock your ex on Instagram. His name was constantly popping up on your phone, and you were going out more often. Obviously, I assumed the worst.”

Your eyes narrowed at him once again, desperately trying to make sense of his words. “Okay… so you could’ve talked to me like a normal person?” You paused for a moment, sighing softly. 

“I unblocked him because we ran into each other at a café, and honestly, we had a nice conversation. He started texting me more because he wanted to apologize for the way he treated me and ask me how I was doing. I only started going out more because you were always hanging out with Mark, and I wanted to be with my own friends as well.”

Haechan swallowed hard, his hands now gripping the edge of the tub as if to anchor himself. “So you guys never met up again?”

“No,” you replied, your voice laced with annoyance and slight disbelief that he’d even ask. “God, fuck no. I didn’t even accept his apology. My replies to him were so dry, and I kept mentioning you so much that he gave up and stopped talking to me.”

Haechan’s face flushed with shame. His eyes softened as he let out a quiet, “oh… I’m so sorry, yn..”

You looked at him for a long moment, as if assessing him, as if trying to decide if you could still be mad. You shook your head softly, your frustration still there but it was slipping. Your shoulders sagged, as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you'd been holding. “Yeah, you should be. I can’t believe you didn't just talk to me in the first place.” Your words were more tired than angry now, but they still carried weight.

But despite it all, despite the anger and the hurt, there was a crack in your resolve. You missed him, he missed you too, and you knew that. The silence between the two of you grew heavy again as your gaze softened, just a little. 

He inched his way closer, the warmth of his palm grazing your skin as he cupped your cheek with delicate hesitation. His pleading searched yours, as if he was begging for your forgiveness.

“Yn, let me make it all up to you…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with something between regret and desperation.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to put distance between his touch and your resolve. “Hyuck, I don’t—”

“Please?” he interrupted, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. There was no force in his touch, only quiet insistence, as if the weight of his remorse alone could change your mind.

You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your resolve crumbling at the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. With a slow nod, your fingers found their way to his shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to you. 

That was all the permission he needed.

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, desperate yet careful, as if he was scared you’d pull away. His hands trembled slightly as they found their place, one still cradling your cheek, the other gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel the way his fingers dug in, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he wasn’t letting go.

The kiss was deep, laced with something far more potent than just lust. There was an unspoken desperation, a need to feel, to forget, to forgive. Quiet hums and breathless moans melted into each other's mouths, the heat between you building with every passing second. Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips.

His grip on you tightened. His hands roamed, one splayed against the small of your back, the other trailing up your side before settling just beneath your ribs, as if he needed to feel every inch of you. He let out a shaky exhale before his tongue slid past your parted lips, deepening the kiss, making it messier, hungrier. His lips moved against yours with urgency, like he was afraid to let go.

The way his body pressed flush against yours sent a heat straight to your core, your legs instinctively tightening around his waist. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, his restraint slipping with every desperate press of your lips, every soft gasp that fell from you.

His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the hot tub. The cool air met your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but his touch, his mouth on yours, burned hotter than the water that lapped at your calves.

His lips never left yours, kissing you like he could pull you deeper into him, like if he kissed you hard enough, it would erase the distance that had once existed between you. His fingers kneaded into your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles against your skin. He swallowed your whimper, his own breath coming out unsteady as he pressed himself closer, needing more, needing you.

"Missed you so much, pretty girl... could never forgive myself for letting you go." His words were whispered against your lips, each syllable dripping with regret and longing. His voice was low, raspy, barely holding together the emotions threatening to spill over.

Before you could respond, his lips left yours, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jaw, moving slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the moment. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he nipped at the delicate flesh of your neck.

Instinctively, you tilted your head back, granting him more space to roam, your grip tightening in his hair as breathless pants and whimpers spilled from your lips.

His hands, firm yet reverent, traced down your sides as he continued his descent, mouth exploring every inch of you like he was trying to memorize the feeling all over again. Lips pressed against your shoulders, slow and sensual. His teeth grazed over your collarbone before he kissed his way lower, down the swell of your chest, your stomach, your thighs, taking his time, as if each kiss was an unspoken apology.

He missed this. He missed the way your body reacted under his touch, the way you shivered and tensed, the way your breath hitched with every kiss. His fingers caressed your skin with a delicate kind of desperation, like he was afraid you'd slip away again.

“God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your thigh, voice drenched in need. His hands squeezed at your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. He wanted to worship you, to love you in every way possible, to make you feel just how desperate he was for you, for your forgiveness.

You looked down at him, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, lips parted softly as you tried to steady the emotions rushing through you. Your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I missed you just as much, Hyuck," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. “I needed your touch more than anything."

A slow, satisfied smile curved at his lips before he leaned in, pressing delicate kisses up your thigh, inching closer, making sure you felt every lingering second of his touch.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that," he murmured against your skin, lips grazing over sensitive flesh. 

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss straight to your clothed core. The gesture was both reverent and teasing, a silent promise laced in the way he held you, the way his fingers squeezed at your sides like he was grounding himself in your presence.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispered, voice deep and filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "I'll be gentle, the way you always liked."

His fingers traced slow, featherlight patterns along your thighs, his lips followed soon after, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses, leaving warmth in their wake. Every motion, every touch, was deliberate like he was savoring you, worshiping you, determined to make up for every second you'd been apart.

You shivered at his words, your fingers instinctively threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your skin. The heat pooling in your core only grew as he pressed another kiss over the dampened fabric between your thighs, his nose grazing against you in a way that had you biting back a whimper.

"Hyuck," you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself still under his touch.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you in place as his lips moved deliberately, teasing, testing your patience. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice sending shivers straight through you. "Just let me take my time with you."

Another slow, lingering kiss against the sensitive spot between your legs had your back arching slightly, a needy whine slipping past your lips. He chuckled lowly at your reaction, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. His tongue soothed over the spot immediately after, his free hand sliding up your stomach, fingers tracing over your ribs like he needed to feel every inch of you under his touch.

"So pretty," he murmured against your skin, "Missed touching you... missed tasting you."

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to every bit of his attention. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his lips slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way you trembled beneath him. His hands roamed, memorizing every dip and curve, pressing soft, warm kisses along your hips before his fingers toyed with the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips ghosting just above where you needed him most. His voice was soft, pleading, as if he needed to hear you say it, to know you wanted this just as badly as he did.

You looked down at him, eyes hazy with need, your fingers tightening in his hair as you gave the smallest nod. "I do, Hyuck," you whispered breathlessly. "I need you."

His eyes darkened at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "That's all I needed to hear, baby."

And with that, he wasted no time sliding off your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside carelessly before spreading your thighs apart, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. Without a second thought, he dipped his face into your heat, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with an intensity that made you gasp.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as his breath fanned over you, a soft shiver running through your body. His fingers sunk into your thighs, keeping you steady as he kissed you slowly, teasingly, taking his time to savor every inch of you. You couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips as his tongue finally made contact with your aching clit, warm and relentless, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you bucking against him instinctively.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "You taste so fucking good," he murmured against you, his voice husky and laced with need. 

He was quick to pick up his pace, lapping at your pussy like his life depended on it. The way his mouth moved against you made you forget everything time, space, the world around you. All that mattered was the heat that coiled inside you, building with every passing second as his hands tightened their grip.

You felt yourself unraveling, the pressure in your chest mounting, the tension in your core winding tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold back any longer. The way he drove you to the edge without hesitation, without mercy, was maddening. You gripped his hair, tugging him closer, your body unable to stop itself from reacting to him.

"Hyuck.." you gasped, your voice breathless, barely a whisper as you dug your fingers into his scalp.

"Please..."

He smirked against you, the feeling of his lips curving into a grin sending another surge of heat through your body. "Please what, baby?" he teased, his voice low.

"I need you," you whimpered, barely able to keep your composure. "so bad.."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, lifting his head just enough to lick his lips with a sly grin. "Be patient, angel," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can you do that for me?"

You whined softly, the sound barely escaping your throat, before nodding eagerly, your body desperate for him, hips arched forward instinctively, silently begging him to continue.

He smirked, the dark gleam in his eyes full of satisfaction as he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze. "Good girl," he praised, his voice smooth like honey, almost cruel in how calm it was. "Just sit there, keep making those pretty little noises for me."

And with that, he dove back in, his mouth moving against you with newfound urgency, his tongue working you over with perfect precision. The wet sounds of his lips against your cunt mixed with the breathless moans spilling from your mouth, the pleasure so overwhelming it left your head spinning.

Your hands gripped at his hair, tugging sharply as your hips rocked forward, meeting his movements in a desperate attempt to chase the high only he could give you. He groaned at the sensation, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

Then, without warning, you felt his fingers tracing along your folds, teasing you with slow, torturous strokes.

"So wet for me," he mumbled, his breath hot against your slick skin. "You want more princess?"

You nodded frantically, your grip tightening on him.

"Please, Hyuck," you whined, your voice trembling.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest before he finally slipped two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. Your walls clenched around him immediately, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he curled his finger just right, pressing against that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

"There you go," he cooed, watching your body react to him. "Always take me so well, pretty girl."

His lips quickly made their way back to your clit, tongue flicking gently as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking you with a newfound passion. 

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending a hot, electric pulse through your veins. Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pressure in your core built higher and higher, coiling so tightly you thought you might snap at any second.

"Hyuck-" you choked out, your thighs tightening around his head.

He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as his fingers quickened their pace, fucking into you with more intensity, more purpose. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans turning into desperate, broken cries.

"That's it, pretty," he murmured against your heat, his voice rough with desire. "cum for me, baby."

And with one last flick of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his fingers, you shattered. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as your release hit you with blinding force. Your back arched off the edge, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as he worked you through it, not stopping until your body was shaking from the overstimulation. 

Only then did he finally pull away, his fingers slipping out of you slowly, as he pressed one last kiss against your sore soaked pussy. He looked up at you, his lips glistening, a cocky smirk playing on his face.

"That's my girl," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"I’ll never get enough of how good you taste."

love letter from mae 💌 augegsgshsj 😵‍💫,, i wanted to add more to the end but i physically cannot bring myself to.. maybe one day a pt2 will be in the works if people actually enjoy this! lmk lmk lmk!

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

[hottestvirgin]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 | 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊

you and hyuck are in an open relationship, but at some point you get jealous that he regularly fucks with another woman. now, you have to prove that you’re better than her.

warnings(17+). nsfw, protected sex, rough sex, creampie, cunnilingus, slight dacryphilia, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex [for @toniiswrld !] & im taking requests rn!

walking through your apartment door was like deja-vu to him. he didn’t even knock. he never had to, ever since you’ve both developed this relationship. you were both friends years prior to hooking up.

in all honesty, you never really cared about who hyuck messed with. as long as he kept seeing you at the end. but it wasn’t until he started openly fucking another woman.

“we’re fucking, by the way.” hyuck casually told you as he scrolled through her social media account, clicking random pictures of hers to show you.

that was the first time jealousy had smacked you across the face. she was pretty, gorgeous even. but you weren’t jealous of her looks. you were jealous that she was getting what you thought was yours and yours only.

well, you did set this boundary— where you and him both could keep seeing other people without any hard feelings. but damn, did it come back and slap you in the face.

hyuck could sense your bitterness and turned his phone off, rubbing your thigh while he stared at you. “what happened to that mark guy? you stopped seeing him?”

“yeah. months ago,” you told him simply, meeting his gaze, “i told you this.” you had broken things off with mark because a tiny part of you felt that your relationship with hyuck was growing stronger to the point where you didn’t want anybody else but him.

and hyuck didn’t say anything, only staring at you as you tried to act nonchalant as possible. but he could see right through you, and you didn’t know that. “you good?” he questioned, studying your face.

“i’m good.”

“we lying to each other now?” the hand on your thigh inched higher and you began wondering if he could even hear your pounding heart in that moment.

he didn’t stop there— his hand slid around your waist and pulled you into his arms, guiding you onto his lap. this only created a new profound tension now that your eyes were on his and his’ only.

you swallowed hard with a nervous giggle, “i’m not lying to you, boy.”

“boy?” a chuckle fell past his plush lips and he rode his hand up and down your back. he was teasing you. seeing how far he could take his tricks until you reacted. seduction was always a game to him and you hated how you, along with every woman he knew, lost.

you hummed at his words, “it’s getting pretty late. i think you should go see that other girl if you’re this horny.” you stood from his lap but he caught your wrist and pulled you back onto him.

“this what we doin’ now, Y/N?” he asked, face inching closer and closer to yours. he caught your lips into his but before it got steamier you pulled away with a small smile and a nod. “cool.”

weeks had passed and your time with hyuck went from seeing each other damn near everyday to casual texting to which he barely even responded to. everytime you called him he’d tell you that he was with that girl.

you hated feeling this desperate— telling yourself to swallow your pride and try calling him to see if he’d still want to come over, or if he still even wanted to fuck with you.

but it was so much you could take. you didn’t care about getting dick-ed down by him anymore, you just wanted your friend back.

eventually you stopped trying to reach him until one night, you received a phone call from “H”, (you had changed his contact name to be petty.) you stared at your phone for a split second before letting it stop buzzing.

H: wyd?

H: why you ain’t answer?

H: hello?

the buzzes continued and continued and continued. you were so close to answering to tell him to stop. but you heard your front door opening and shutting. you knew it was him but you wanted to keep acting nonchalant.

hyuck spotted you on your couch, snuggled up in your blanket while watching tv. he glared at you for a few seconds before opening his mouth.

“so you ignoring me now?” he walked over to you, standing in front of the tv when you didn’t respond fast enough. when you tried moving your head to see the screen he moved with you.

“move..”

“no,” he kept watching you, “why are you being like this?”

at this point, you had thought that it’d be better if you’d come out and tell him why you were upset, even though it was pretty clear. he wasn’t dumb and he was very aware on how you were after knowing you for so long.

“so you haven’t been responding back to me because you were with her?” you asked simply. hyuck paused for a minute to take in your words, then he laughed. “so that’s what this is about?” he asked, “you being bitter?”

“m’ not bitter..”

“you are. and i wasn’t even with her today. i was with her yesterday.” he told you as if it was any better. that had pissed you off, and it didn’t help that he sat next to you on the couch. you tried scooting away but a firm grip on your arm pulled you closer to him.

“why are you being like this?” he asked again. and it took everything in you not to scream at him. he had literally dumped you for some random bitch.

“you need to stop seeing her.” you said, and hyuck furrowed his eyebrows, “what makes you think you can tell me who i stop seeing?”

“because i don’t want you fucking her!” you snapped, yanking your arm away from his grip. now, you were very upset. you had thought that it would prompt him to leave but he didn’t.

hyuck tsked at your words, “just so greedy,” he wrapped his arm around your waist, harder, pulling you towards his chest, “doing all this over some dick?”

well.. yes. you were, and you didn’t care anymore. he was yours first for years and you wanted to take back what was yours. but you couldn’t lie anymore, being pulled against his chest brought a new wave of warmness over you. and you realized how much you actually liked him.

how warm his tanned skin felt against yours, the way his bangs fell messily over his forehead. the manspread, his smell, everything.

“who's better.. me or her?”

hyuck paused for a minute, “i dunno, help me decide.” he ran his hand over the hardening bulge in his joggers and you were quick to get rid of them, crawling onto your knees below him.

you were so desperate to prove to him that your better than her, way better. leaving him in his boxers, you’re met with his erection. you ran your palm against him and he groaned lowly.

you pulled his boxers down and wrapped your fingers around his shaft, pumping your hand and he bit back another groan, lifting his shirt to watch you spit on his tip. “has she ever gotten you this hard before?” you asked.

“only you.” he told you, and it made your stomach churn in arousal. you were quick to part your lips and lick his tip. hyuck hissed and threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. then, you traced patterns along his tip, digging your tongue into his slit.

his hips jerked, “b-baby.. fuck,” he whimpered, warmness pooling in the pit of his stomach, “put it in your mouth.”

you complied, taking in a deep breath through your nose while you took him into your mouth, the corners of your mouth stretching to accommodate his size. hyuck groaned again when you started bobbing your head, using your hand to hold what you couldn’t take.

“shiiit, just like that.” he strained, grabbing a handful of your hair, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, his huge eyes staring back down at you. he thought you looked so cute with his cock stuffed in your mouth, he had missed this sight so much.

your heart pounded restlessly in your chest from the intense arousal that coursed through your body. you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as he stared down at you lustfully, eyebrows furrowed with his mouth slightly agape.

you could feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth. he was quick to yank your head away, creating a small pop sound. spit dribbled down your chin and you wiped it off with the back of your hand. you gave him a certain look of annoyance.

“take your shorts off.” he purred, and you were quick to get rid of them. you could sense the shift in his demeanor, from needy to hungry.

“what?” he smiled, pushing you onto your back, the cold leather beneath you sent shivers down your spine, “haven’t tasted this pussy in so long.”

he was quick to push your legs apart, sprinkling wet kiss along your inner thighs just until he reached your heat. you were genuinely trying not to lose your shit since you haven’t gotten ate out in forever.

but when his tongue traced around your clit before sucking it in between his plush lips, you winced and your body tensed, hand reaching to massage your own breasts. then he lapped at your dripping hole, taking in the familiar taste and scent.

“hnngh, h-hyuck..” you cried out. he hummed at your whines, tongue gliding from your clit to your hole in fat stripes. he squeezed your soft thighs, slurping at your juices. your face burned in embarrassment at how wet you were. but you couldn’t help it, you missed your man.

he pulled away, just for a minute, kissing and licking your thighs again. “i hear you, pretty.” he mumbled against your thighs, all the way to your stomach and when he reached your clothed breasts, he was quick to tear the fabric away, latching his lips onto your hardened nipples.

as he sucked in them, he rubbed your clit in figure eights, occasionally running them over your hole and fuck.

“t..think m’ gonna cum.” you mewled, surprised at your own words. in your defense, you were technically edged for months. and little friction had your hips jerking for more.

“already?” hyuck teased, as if he wasn’t near his release from how pretty and desperate you looked, “open your mouth.”

you did, and he was quick to catch your lips into his. while he kissed you, his fingers slid into you, curling and hitting that spot almost immediately. it was sadistic how fast he started fingering you, squelching noises echoing in the living room as you’re silence by his lips.

you couldn’t even tell him that you were cumming but he knew from how you tighten around his fingers, clear liquid spilling out of you with each thrust.

he pulled away from your lips with a smile, your moans instantly spilling from your mouth.

“h..hyuck- ah, i..cant, fuuuuck—“ you pushed at his wrists, and he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you and you watched your juice drip from his hand.

“look how wet you got my fingers.” he held them up and your face twisted and went hot in embarrassment. hyuck grabbed your arm and turned you around, bending you over. when he lined his tip with your entrance, you wanted to get one last jab at him.

“wait. get a condom.” you huffed. hyuck sighed and reached for his discarded pants, pulling a condom from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth, “you trying to be funny?” he questioned.

with a shrug, “don’t want whatever she probably gave you.” you stated, and you could tell that he was getting annoyed as he rolled the rubber onto his tip, rolling it onto him completely. “you got an attitude on you tonight, huh?”

sitting up, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, lining his tip with your hole and without any warning, he slid in. the burning sensation of being stretched after weeks of no dick had you biting back a moan.

hyuck moved his hips, pushing the center of your back. your mouth opened to say something, anything. but it ended up staying hung open as moans were pounded out of you. hyuck grunted above you, “keep your back arched, girl.” he husked out, stilling his movements to grip your waist. the minute he stopped moving felt like torture and you were getting frustrated.

“i-i am, fuck!” you argued, and your body jolted when his hand came down onto your ass, stinging the flesh. “loose the attitude.” he threatened.

you winced when he continued to abuse your pussy, his skin slapping against yours and creating a never-ending cycle of skin slapping that filled your tiny apartment. he licked his lips, spreading your cheeks apart to watch himself disappear in you.

“so fucking tight. haven’t been fucking anyone else, hm?” hyuck interrogated, voice trembling as he picked up the pace. in all honesty, he hated when you fucked with other dudes that weren’t him. it had always irked him.

“o-only you, h..hyuck.” you whimpered. you couldn’t work up the courage to fuck anyone else. you wanted him and him only. “fuck me harder..”

he hummed at your words. it was so messy. so wet and sloppy. he wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pulling you against his chest, strokes long and slow.

you couldn’t tell if your vision was turning black from how tight his hand was around your throat or from the intense pleasure. you couldn’t think anymore, mind fuzzy and blank, only thinking about him, him, and him.

“sooo good.. so good, don’t stop.” you choked out, and he shuttered inside of you, pushing you face-first into the cushions and delivering another hard slap onto your ass.

“yeah?” he moaned as he rutted into you, desperately chasing his own release. his tip pounded your cervix with each thrust and tears began to roll down your face.

“this is what you wanted right?” he rasped, stilling his hips again and pushing his cock in as far as it can go, “s’ all yours, pretty. this dick is all yours, fuck..”

the position is pushing you further and further to your orgasm, his hand pushing your head down as he slowly fucked your poor cunt. you were seeing fucking stars, something you only seen when he fucked you like this.

“s-so big.” you sobbed, reaching behind yourself to hold onto his wrist. you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down your face. your brain stopped functioning and you were certain that he was, in fact, fucking you dumb.

“you wanna cum?” hyuck questioned, he moved his hands off of you, leaning back slightly, “then bounce that shit on me.”

and you complied, fucking yourself on his big cock, pushing your body back and forth onto him while he watched, loving how you desperately tried to get yourself off. he was all the way in your stomach, abusing that spot deep inside of you.

“fuckfuckfuck, m’ close..” you moaned. and without a word, hyuck tightened his hands around your waist, fucking into you as you came hard around him, squeezing him so fucking tight. your body tensed the convulsed, a thick white ring forming at the base of his cock.

“s-shit.” he stuttered, quickly pulling out of you and pulling the rubber off, pumping his cock until his cum spurted all over your ass and back.

he left and you felt the weight of the couch dip when he came back with paper towels, and he wiped the mess off of your back, and then helped you sit up. you hated this part. you were sore, felt nasty, and awkward.

“s’ nothing to be embarrassed about. we’ve been doing this for a while now..” hyuck chuckled, slipping his boxers back on.

“i’m not embarrassed it’s.. i’m still mad at you.” hyuck gave you a look and tsked at your words, “i give you what you wanted and you’re still whining?”

well.. he was right. but you had the right to be mad at him. ignoring you for weeks? really? “i meant it when i said that i don’t want you fucking her anymore.”

he pursed his lips, and sighed. “fine. then don’t be seeing other dudes.”

“fine.”

“fine.” he repeated.

now, you were kinda glad that you ignored his initial call.

this is horrible but irdc

[ncityprincess]

What turns Nct 127 on the most about you

Minors do not interact

Johnny

Watching you struggle underneath him. Not necessarily in a sadistic way, but in complete adoration and amusement. He loves to coo at you while listening to your breathy whines and watching you squirm all because of him.

Taeyong

Seeing how messy and filthy you can get. Loves to see you decorated in your own drool and sweat. But he also loves to decorate you with his spit, sweat and cum as if you were his work of art. The naughtiness of it all is what gets him.

Yuta

the way your eyes pierce into his with the hottest, most desperate look on your face. It’s a cross between you being unable to process the amount of pleasure he’s giving you, and you silently crying for more.

Doyoung

the intimacy of knowing that you two are the only ones experiencing what goes down in your bedroom. Knowing that he can let out his filthiest fantasies with you, and that no one will ever know what really goes on gets him off.

Jaehyun

watching your ass bounce up and down on his cock in reverse cowgirl. The curve of your back, your plush thighs, and you desperately leaning forward to grab his legs for more support has him ready to blow.

Jungwoo

seeing you enjoy yourself during the act. Gets a huge adrenaline rush when he watches you play with your own breasts while his mouth is massaging your clit.

Mark

watching his cock move in and out of your tight hole. Sometimes he thrusts dangerously slow into you, really savoring the gushy sounds your bodies make. Other times he’s stuck in a trance, pounding into you like a madman, gaze permanently fixed where your bodies meet.

Haechan

hearing you moan for him like a whore. He really loves those long, staccato moans. He has a huge smile plastered on his face while he fucks into you from behind, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of you.

[dcrhae]

HAECHAN SHY!GF! DRABBLE

parings: bf!haechan x shy!gf!reader

warnings: smut. established relationship, kissing, riding, cockwarming, unprotected sex

wc: 0.6k

~ MDNI 18+ ~

You and Haechan were cuddling, with both of your arms wrapped tightly around him while his hands rested firmly on your waist. Your face would be pressed against his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat would start to soothe you.

But then, you feel something hard beneath you. Instinctively, you begin to grind in his lap, drawing a low groan of pleasure from him. He throws his head back, his voice thick with desire as he whispers

“F-fuck baby, you drive me crazy when you do that.”

His hands slide down from your waist to cup your ass, his touch firm and possessive.

"Especially when you look all cute and shy for me. It's adorable," he adds with a teasing smirk.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, and butterflies instantly erupt in your stomach. No matter how many times he flusters you, you can't deny the way it turns you on even more.

"T-this is so embarrassing…" you stammered, your cheeks flushed with heat. He gave you a passionate kiss on the lips to reassure you.

"Don't feel embarrassed, love. You're absolutely amazing," he whispered against your lips, his voice soft yet teasing. "I always tell you not to be shy around me. But I think we've done enough talking... I need to be inside of you so bad right now."

He wasted no time, pushing his joggers down to his ankles, revealing his hard length. Of course, he wasn't wearing boxers. You were dressed in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Hooking your finger beneath the fabric, you pulled your panties to the side and slowly lowered yourself onto him. The moment his length filled you, both of you let out a moan of pure pleasure. Your wet heat wrapped around him perfectly, making him groan in satisfaction.

You started bouncing on his lap, soft whimpers spilling from your lips as you clung to him. Realizing the position you were in again, you buried your face in his chest, clinging to his shirt. The intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your senses, driving you wild.

Noticing your shyness, he smirked, his hands gripping your hips firmly. Taking control, he began thrusting up into you, his pace rough and unrelenting. The sudden intensity pulled a loud scream from your throat, and he chuckled lowly.

"Aww, am I being too rough with you, sweetie? Do you want me to slow down?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful dominance.

"N-no, please don't stop... I need you so bad-f-fuck," you whimpered, your body trembling as he pushed you closer to the edge.

He absolutely loved seeing you become such a mess for him. He loved how much control he had over you in this moment. He started to pick up the pace and wrapped both arms around your waist, plunging himself deeper into your folds. The rougher he went, the tighter your grip became on his shirt.

Both of you were close to the edge, and he began peppering kisses along the nape of your neck, trailing up to your face.

"Mhm, are you close, baby?" he whispers against your skin.

All you could do was nod, and with that, both of you reached your limit and finished at the same time, waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. He kissed your forehead softly, and you cuddled closer to him, your warmth still wrapped around him.

"I wish I wasn't so shy around you," you mumbled.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips and smiled. "Like i've said before, baby, you don't have to be nervous around me. I want you to feel satisfied and comfortable, which, clearly, you are, since I’m still inside of you."

You playfully punched his chest.

"Hey!"

He chuckled, pulling you closer, and the two of you cuddled for the rest of the night until you both drifted off to sleep.

God, the things l'd do to be able to sit on Haechan's lap to cuddle and ride him…

[taeyongdoyoung]

wicked game

summary: you try to seduce the unpopular virgin to win a bet with your stepbrother. your stepbrother wants to sleep with you and you want his car. but the virgin guy has more to offer... pairing: loser virgin!haechan x popular girl!reader genre: angst, romance, smut, high school setting warnings: the bet trope my beloved, manipulative stepbrother!jeno, ex-boyfriend!mark, innapropriate groping in school, one non-consensual cheek kiss, past man-eater y/n, lowkey corruption kink, lots of kissing, handjob, blowjob, eating out, attachment issues, protected sex (unbelievable), classmates to lovers, non-consensual photo-taking, breakfast in bed, break-up, no pain no gain author's note: this is loosely based on the movie Cruel Intentions minus the dying part; disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, i don't actually think Jeno is an A-hole, i just needed such a character for the sake of the plot word count: 3.7k

You're bored. Being the most popular, prettiest and richest girl in high school is not enough to satisfy your greed. Boys are literally throwing themselves at you in every corner. It's almost too easy. You want a challenge. Something to make the last year of school a memorable one. Something fun.

So, when your stepbrother Jeno presents you with an idea, you accept it eagerly.

"If you're so bored, why don't I propose a bet?"

"What kind of a bet?" you eye him curiously.

"See that guy Haechan? I heard he's a virgin and saving himself for his one ~true love~. How fucking pathetic is that?"

"So? What is it to me?" you scoff, though you already have a feeling where this is going.

"If you manage to seduce that fucking loser, I'll give you my Jaguar."

"Oh, that's very tempting," you smirk. "And if I don't?"

"Then, you'll sleep with me," Jeno whispers in your ear.

"Ew, as if. You're my brother," you make a gagging motion.

"Stepbrother," Jeno points out.

"Still, it's gross," you shake your head.

"Are you scared you'll lose?" Jeno sticks his tongue out.

"I haven't agreed to the bet yet," you answer.

But Jeno knows you too well. You are already thinking of ways to ruin that poor boy Haechan.

You approach him that same day, sitting on the empty seat on his desk. Asking him to do homework together...

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" Haechan spits out.

Ouch. Little one is too feisty for a regular loser. This might be more interesting than you initially thought.

"Why not? If you hang out with me, people will think you're cool," you try to attack where you believe it'll sting.

"So? Popularity isn't everything, you know?" Haechan rolls his eyes. "Besides, people who peak in high school spend the rest of their lives leading a mediocre, non-satisfying existence."

Damn. Pretty harsh. You didn't anticipate this would be so difficult. Oh well, all the more motivation to try harder.

"You admit it, then? That I'm at my peak right now," you smile flirtatiously, running a finger across his face.

"It doesn't matter to me where you think you are," Haechan glares at you, grabbing your finger and removing it from his skin. "As long as you get out of my face."

Gee, so aggressive.

"Did I ever do something to you?"

"No, but you messed with my best friend Mark's head. Leading him to believe you cared for him and then ditching him is so not cool. Now, piss off," Haechan grunts angrily.

You don't even remember half of the names of the guys you slept with. But you do remember Mark. He was really sweet. And if you could feel something at all, it would have been guilt. But back when you were with Mark, your mother had just announced she's getting re-married to Jeno's father. So, you were angry at everyone and everything. And you took it all out on Mark.

"Well, I can't change the past, so don't blame me without knowing the circumstances."

"It doesn't matter anyway. Mark found a girl much better than you who's treating him right."

"What about you? Got someone special taking care of you?" you touch him again, this time more forward and shameless, trying to elicit a reaction out of him. Sneaking your hand underneath the desk and caressing him fondly.

"It's n-none of your b-business," Haechan stammers but he doesn't remove your hand this time. Oh, he's so touch-starved this is going to be a lot of fun. For you.

"I could take care of you, you know? Turn all your wildest dreams into reality."

"I know what you are," Haechan shakes his head.

"A vampire!" you gasp in mock surprise.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Haechan fakes a smile. "You're a man-eater. You fuck around with guys and then you leave them to rot. I want nothing to do with you."

"Really? Then, why haven't you removed my hand yet?" you remind him, though perhaps you shouldn't have.

Haechan grabs your wrist, pushing you away firmly.

"You're wrong, you know," you try to convince him of your sincerity. "I'm just as eager to find someone who loves me. Someone worth staying for."

"And what, you expect me to believe that someone is me?" Haechan stares at you sceptically.

"Let's find out, shall we?" you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he can escape.

And then, you let him be. Enough torture for day one.

You start interacting with Haechan every day. During the first month, you are consumed with thoughts of Jeno's bet. The abominable idea of sleeping with your stepbrother is enough to keep you going. Of course, you know he's not gonna force you into it. But you need the motivation to not lose the bet anyway. The gorgeous car is also pretty seductive.

During the second month, you are consumed with thoughts of Haechan. You begin to realize how lovely, clever and funny he is. And the fact he's even letting you spend time with him is enough to make you happy. You're no longer bored. Because everyday you have something fun to look forward to. You spend time at the school library, doing homework together, occasionally sending memes to each other. You go on little walks and picnics at the park. You even go to the cinema a couple of times, bonding over your shared love for horror movies.

During the third month, the miracle happens. Haechan decides he trusts you enough to invite you over to his place one evening. He even makes the point of notifying you that his parents aren't home. What does he mean by that? Is this an opportunity for you to finally seduce him?

Naturally, you don't get much homework done, before Haechan starts kissing you out of nowhere. You kiss him back eagerly.

"W-what are you doing?" you ask as you notice Haechan has started unbuttoning his jeans.

"I t-thought you wanted this. S-sorry," Haechan looks down, feeling ashamed all of a sudden. He's in a hurry to zip himself again. God, you feel so cruel.

"I d-do," you admit, no longer giving a shit about that stupid bet. "But I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for."

"So, you've heard about what I said at that fucking party?"

"What did you say?" you ask, even though you have an idea of what it involves.

"That I'm saving it for someone special," It being his virginity, you suppose. "Someone who loves me. To be honest, I was really drunk that night. I don't care all that much anymore."

"It's okay to have your principles, Haechan," you try to reassure him and stroke his soft hair gently. "I think it's pretty admirable, actually."

Haechan shakes his head, visibly disagreeing.

"Well, it's fine. I'm ready for this, I promise. Just...don't leave right after, okay?" he pouts.

"Oh, Haechan, of course I won't leave," you reply and surprise yourself in that you really mean it.

Kissing him deeper, you finish what he started and take off his jeans. You touch his cock softly, as if it's the most precious thing in the world. You've done this hundreds of time with guys you didn't give a fuck about and felt nothing, the actions methodical and quick. But this, right now, is more special than your limited vocabulary could ever describe. You realize you genuinely don't want to hurt him. You bow down and envelop your lips around his length. He gets hard easily, considering it's his first time. You suck on him a couple of times and he cums even faster than you anticipated. But for some reason, it's never tasted sweeter.

"S-sorry," Haechan mumbles shyly.

"It's okay, my sweet boy," you coo in his ear, after you're done swallowing his cum. You run your hands through his hair once again. God, it's so silky. You could never get enough of him.

"W-what do I d-do now?" he asks cutely.

"Whatever you want, mon ange," you kiss him once more.

"C-can I eat you out?" Haechan inquires.

Oh, so virgin boy is not so clueless, after all.

"Sure, I guess," you shrug. Not really a huge fan of that, the few times guys have offered, they quickly grow tired of it and could never make you cum as hard as you could by yourself. But it's okay. If Haechan wants to...

"Just...guide me, okay?" he pleads adorably and soon, you find out he needs no guidance at all.

What he lacks in experience, he definitely makes up for with enthusiasm. He seems so eager to please you, licking and biting and kissing your pussy that you cum faster than you have in...well, ever, actually. You grip his hair for support, panting and chanting his name like a prayer.

"Was that alright?" Haechan feigns a self-conscious smile, though judging by your reaction, his smile is already turning into a proud smirk. That bastard.

"Are you kidding? It was...out of this world," you say honestly. Funny thing about honesty is how something that used to be so difficult for you comes so easily to you when you're with Haechan.

"Glad to hear," he grins widely. You want to kiss him every second till the rest of your life. The thought terrifies you.

"I s-should go," you try to get up. You can't do this. You can't be the one to take his virginity. Considering how this all started. It'd be too cruel. He should be with someone special, someone loves him more than anything, someone who'd never hurt him.

"W-what, w-why?" Haechan asks, grabbing your wrist in a panic, not wanting to let go. "I thought you liked me."

"I do like you. I like you so much. That's the problem."

"It doesn't have to be," Haechan disagrees, pushing you back on the bed. "Please, let me."

And here you thought you'd be the one begging him to have sex with you.

"O-okay," you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him. To deny your growing feelings...

Haechan digs through his jeans and pulls out a condom. His hands are shaking and he's having a hard time putting it on so you help him and pull him out of his misery. You give him a soft, reassuring smile, paired with a quick squeeze of his hand. He smiles back just as fondly.

And then he slides inside you so easily. As if he belongs there. As if he's meant to be yours. You kiss him desperately to distract yourself from the truth. To hide the tears that are threatening to come out.

"You f-feel so g-good," Haechan grunts in your ear.

"So do you, baby," you admit sincerely.

This time around, he lasts longer, fucking you until your release comes for the second time. He cums right after, with his hands touching your cheeks, his lips on your neck and his heart on his sleeve.

"Wanna stay inside you forever," he whispers once it's over.

"That wouldn't be very practical," you chuckle. Though you would like nothing more.

But he gets up to get rid of the condom and then comes back, hugging you tightly.

"Can you be my girlfriend?" Haechan blurts out. "I know you probably don't like clingy guys but...considering you've been pursuing me for the past three months, I thought..."

"I'll be your girlfriend," you agree rightaway, not giving a shit about the consequences. "Of course, I will."

He laughs, the sound so precious and filled with joy it breaks your heart.

Maybe he never has to know how it all began. Maybe you could hide it from him forever. Maybe...you could allow yourself to be happy. Just this once.

Soon, Haechan falls asleep, feeling comfortable around you. You know what you have to do, but you feel like shit anyway. You secretly take a picture of his half-naked figure sleeping soundly. You sigh quietly and send the photo to your stepbrother Jeno.

Then, you put your phone down, trying to forget about the whole ordeal. You cuddle up next to Haechan and enjoy his warmth until you fall asleep.

The next morning, you wake up before Haechan and quickly run out to make him some breakfast. You have no idea when his parents will be home but you don't want this to be their first impression of you. So, you leave the breakfast on Haechan's nightstand with a little note.

See you at school, boyfriend! XOXO, Y/N.

Rushing back home, you are satisfied when Jeno gives you the car keys to his Jaguar without protesting. Your stepbrother may be kinda freaky, but at least he's a man of his word. What gives you the creeps is the slight smirk on his face as he hands you the keys. As if he didn't lose the bet. As if he's the winner.

You try not to think about it too much, as you get dressed for school, excited to see Haechan again. You still can't believe he asked you to be his girlfriend. That pretty, sweet boy makes you so unbelievably happy. You look forward to spending more moments in his sunny company.

Haechan wakes up to the smell of warm pancakes, covered with chocolate and strawberries and accompanied by coffee. It immediately brings a smile on his face, which only becomes wider as he sees the little note you left him. He giddily enjoys the breakfast and then rushes to get dressed for school. You're his girlfriend! He's never had a girlfriend and he's so pleased you're being so nice to him. Maybe you really are better than people say and all that past drama was just everyone being jealous of your beauty and popularity...This is going to be the best day of his life.

But when he gets to school, everything changes. He knows that he's considered one of the "losers" in the hierarchy but usually people just ignore him and don't pay attention to him. He's fine with that, really! But today, whenever he walks by, people are snickering and whispering something. It feels so weird and makes him uncomfortable. He can't quite hear what they're saying and this kind of unexpected treatment is killing him.

He goes to his friend Mark to ask him what's up.

"Bro...I don't know how to tell you this," Mark looks away, as if the thing is so bad he can't even say it.

Haechan impatiently begs him to just enlighten him as to why everyone is giving him weird looks all day.

Mark sighs and shows him a secreenshot. There, he sees a photo of himself, half-naked and sleeping soundly. Fuck, that's from last night. And what the messages between you and your stepbrother Jeno reveal...shocks Haechan out of his senses. No...no way it was just a bet. No way you spent three months courting him for a fucking car?! This can't be true. It's gotta be Photoshopped or something.

"Listen, buddy, I warned you that she likes messing with guys and then leaving them."

"No, she...she really seemed to care about me," Haechan is still in denial as his vision becomes blurred with tears.

He runs away, unable to believe what is happening. He needs to speak to you. Hear it from your own lips. To be sure this is real and not just a sick joke.

When he finally finds you, he grabs your wrist as he did just yesterday. But this time, he's not doing to get you to stay. But because he's furious.

"Is it true? Did you really make a bet with Jeno on whether you can fuck me? Did you seriously do all of that over a car?!"

Your facial expressions are enough of an answer. Guilt. Something you never thought you were capable of.

"H-haechan, I swear I can explain," you beg him to hear you out.

"Explain? How can you explain that?" Haechan shakes his head, letting go of your hand. You try to touch him again but he shoves you off furiously.

"It was just a bet at the very beginning. But somewhere along the way, I really started having feelings for you, I promise," you cry passionately. "I don't care about the car, I'll fucking thrash it, I just wanted to get Jeno off my back."

Haechan takes a step back, feeling so betrayed. So...used.

"Whatever you say, I don't think I can believe you anymore. Was it fun, at least? Was this all just a wicked game to you?"

"N-no, it wasn't, I swear it," you are bawling at this point, feeling so pitiful. You don't care if the whole school sees. You only care that Haechan understands. You never meant things to go this far... "I truly care about you, Haechan."

"Yeah?" he scoffs, annoyed. "You only care about yourself."

And with that he leaves. And you lose the one person you truly, genuinely loved.

This is the worst day of your life.

Throughout the rest of the school year you don't dare approach him again. You know you fucked up so badly. You can't even look at that stupid car, let alone consider driving it, so you sell it. Partly because you're angry at Jeno for spreading the screenshot around the whole school. Partly because you no longer want to have anything that will remind you of the biggest mistake you ever made.

With the money you get for the car and some of your own savings, you secretly sponsor Haechan, Mark and their other friends' singing club. You don't even want Haechan to find out. It just...feels right. They could use the extra help.

As the final year of school nears its end, you begin to imagine a future where you never get to see Haechan again. At least, during the past couple of months you had the privilege of looking at him from a distance. But the idea of a world with no Haechan is like a world with no sun.

So, you decide you have to do something as soon as possible. He doesn't have to forgive you or accept you as a girlfriend again. You just want to be in his life in some form.

As you approach the school's radio booth, you feel all the bad things of your past coming back to bite you in the ass. Maybe you deserve to be forever alone. But you need to give it a try. It's your last chance.

"Hi, Mark," you greet your ex-boyfriend.

"What do you want, Y/N?" he sighs, not at all happy to see you.

"Before I get to that, let me just say how sorry I am for the way I treated you in the past. I'm really happy you're finally with someone who appreciates you for how totally awesome you are."

"That's...unexpectedly nice of you to say," Mark eyes you suspiciously. "We were never right for each other anyway. So, what do you want?"

"I want to apologize to Haechan. Through a message broadcasted to the whole school..."

"Gee, and you couldn't do it the old-fashioned way, face to face?" Mark jokes.

"Haechan doesn't wanna see me," you say, fully convinced.

"How would you know without trying?" Mark asks. Has...Haechan told him something? No, you couldn't allow yourself to hope.

"I just know, okay? Please, let me do this. We're graduating in one week, this might be my last chance to talk to Haechan."

Mark nods, agreeing.

"Five minutes," he takes off his headphones and vacates the seat in the radio booth for you.

"Thank you! I mean it," you have never been more grateful for anything.

Mark shrugs as if it's not a big deal and leaves you to it.

"I want to dedicate this so someone I hurt," you speak into the microphone. "Someone who didn't deserve it. Someone very dear to me. Someone I still care deeply about. Haechan, I'm so incredibly sorry, please, give me another chance."

And you start singing.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

Your voice is off-key a couple of times and halfway through the song you start crying inconsolably, all the guilt and pain consuming you. The whole school is probably laughing at you but you can no longer bring yourself to care. The only thing that matters is that Haechan hears this.

When you finish the song, you leave the radio booth and are surprised to find Haechan right outside the door, willing to talk to you.

"H-haechan," you stammer and barely resist the urge to give him a hug. You don't want him to feel pressured or anything.

"I'll give you a second chance on one condition. I want Jeno's Jaguar," Haechan jokes.

"Too bad, I already sold it and donated the money to your music club so you guys can get new instruments and stuff."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Haechan exclaims. He doesn't sound angry, though, just...shocked.

"Sorry, sorry, I know it wasn't my place. But it was so unfair the football team and the cheerleading team get so much money but no one cares about the arts."

"Okay, okay, I guess this is better than that ugly car," Haechan chuckles. The car is not ugly. Not even a little bit. But you appreciate Haechan all the more for saying that.

"Can you really forgive me?" you ask desperately, eyes still watery.

"I can forgive you but I'll probably never forget," Haechan admits with a sigh. "If you break my trust again..."

"I won't, I swear!" you vow seriously. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you and treating you the way you deserve. You're the best person I've ever met, Haechan. If you'll have me, I want to be around you forever."

"Forever is a long time" Haechan muses out loud. "Considering we're going to college...I don't even know where you're applying."

"I'll go wherever you go," you say hurriedly.

"You can't give up on your dreams just for me, though."

"I'm not. You're my dream, Haechan. You're my sun and I want to be in your orbit. If you'll allow me, that is," you can't take it any longer and hold his hand softly, asking, begging for that second chance not to slip away.

"I'll allow it," Haechan smiles sweetly. "Let's run towards our dreams together, from now on."

"I won't let you down," you promise from the depths of your heart.

And you finally, truly mean it.

The End

[luvyeni]

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── haechan was telling the truth when he said he wasn’t above begging

( 対 ) lee donghyuck + fem. reader wc. 0.7k genre smut · contains! sub!haechan , handjobs , crying kink , unprotected sex mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ based off of this video … it did something to me 🫠 …

when your boyfriend told you he wasn’t above begging for your attention you laughed ; he was dramatic like that , so you just brushed it off. “donghyuck be serious.” you walk to your shared room , he was trying to stop you from going out for drinks , and he was using any means necessary. “you think i’m playing , i’m serious i’m not above begging, you think i won’t beg?”

he followed behind his you , still pleading his case. “i don’t think you will , i think you’re being dramatic as usual , but it’s not gonna work this time.” you say ready to get into the shower — thinking he gave up you. he in fact didn’t. “baby.”

you watched in shock as the man before you fell to his knees , looking up at you with shiny eyes. “hyuck what are you doing?” his hands were on his knees , he was really about to beg you. “please.” he started , his voice already full of desperation. “please stay home.” he pleaded over and over , even more desperate than the last. “i need you , need you so badly.” he whined , sending a wave of pleasure to your lower region. you never saw him act like this before … it really woke something up in you.

“you need me?” you brought your hand up to his cheek , he nestled his face into your hand. “so bad , it hurts.” your thumb swiping across his plump lip. “it hurts?” he nodded. “poor baby.” you mocked , he whined. “please touch me.” he said. “i’ll do anything , please just touch me.”

haechan felt like he was gonna pass out , you were using him , pumping his cock over and over , pushing him right to the edge , just to ruin his orgasm. “you were so desperate for me to use you , why are you crying like a baby now?” you pouted , squeezing his base. “you wanted this.” he cried out as you forced his hips down. “i-i need to cum , please let me cum.”

“but you said you’d do anything i want.” you said evilly. “well what i want is to make you cry.” you chuckled , releasing your hand , ruining his orgasm for 3rd time. “go-god please.” he sobbed out. “please yn , please let me cum.” his hips bucked up trying to catch your hand. his cock bobbing against his stomach , a deep dark red. “not yet , i’m not done.”

his eyes could help but roll back as you finally sunk down on him. “ah shit!” he cursed , feeling your warm cunt suffocating his cock. “wait , please don’t move.” he moaned , trying to compose himself. “i’m gonna cum if you do.” you scoffed. “that’s pathetic.” you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. “you’ll regret it if you cum.” you began to bounce on his cock. “wa-wait , not so fast please.”

his face was wet from tears , it was such a turn on watch your boyfriend be reduced to a puddle of tears. “you look so pretty crying like this.” you kissed his wet cheeks. “you wanna cum that bad?” he nodded , gripping the sheets. “so-so bad , please let me cum.” he was seeing stars , his stomach tightening. “should i make you beg?” you smiled watching his shake his head vigorously. “no no please.” he cried out. “please let me cum , please.”

you decide to give him a break. “cum.” and that’s all he needed before he bucked his hips up , cumming inside you , he let out a loud sob as he shot ropes and ropes of cum inside you. “oh my god.” he gasped out. “fuck fuck fuck.”

his head was spinning as you kept going. “i-i came.” he stuttered. “but i didn’t , are you gonna be selfish?” he really didn’t have it in him , but he promised you. “aren’t you gonna be my good boy?” he nodded. “i-i’ll be good.” he stuttered. “good.”

“because i’m about to milk your pretty cock dry.”

©️LUVYENI

[remtrack]

close to you ☆ haechan.

fluff. suggestive. mdni.

warnings: nipple play.

haechan rests his head on your shoulder, his legs resting on your lap. it's an awkward position, you're certain it hurts for him — but he doesn't care. he needs to be close to you, so impossibly close. if he could, he'd crawl into your ribcage and make a home out of it. he'd seep into your veins and borrow its warmth. tenderly, he rubs his head against your skin, akin to a cat's which elicits giggles from you.

"tickles, hyuck," you whisper, body automatically inching away from his. though he only scooches closer, resuming his ministrations.

"you're soooo warm," he mutters. he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face into your skin. he presses his body against yours, you could feel the steady thumping of his chest with the way that he's practically sitting on top of you. your warmth becomes shared, limbs entangled to a point you're not sure where it starts and where it ends. hyuck takes your hand and places it on his chest.

he whispers against your neck, its vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "do you feel that? it's only this calm when i'm with you. it beats the fastest when i'm with you too."

you only let out a hum — because you're not quite sure what to say to such vulnerability, and you fear you might cry. you tilt your head to press a kiss onto his forehead. to which he reciprocates by kissing your neck, trailing the kisses up your jaw, then your ear, lightly sucking on the skin. his hands trail down your waist, slipping into your tee (which was once his), his fingers gingerly grabbing onto your skin. hyuck continues kissing on your neck, leaving hickeys in its wake, purple-blue bruises marking you as his. hyuck's fingers trail towards your breasts, massaging on the skin, his thumb lightly teasing on your nipple. you throw your head back and he snickers, pinching and tugging on both your nipples.

he breathes into your neck, "fuck — need to be closer. need to be inside you."

[tddyhyck]

practice makes perfect [ s. jn ]

pairings ⇢ stepdad!johnny x fem!reader / side jaehyun and haechan / side unnamed mom and johnny

warnings ⇢ 18+, stepcest, grooming, vaginal/anal fingering, piss (drinking, collection, marking, wetting), oral m/f, naive reader, babyfication, cum swallowing, medical exams, inaccurate medical situations/info, creepy johnny and jaehyun, use of (boy) cunny/clitty and dad cock, inappropriate pet names (dad, little one, kiddo, etc), mentioned loss of virginity, intercrural sex

word count ⇢ 16.1k

a/n ⇢ hello pls enjoy the even ickier second part

pt 1 ⇢ our secret, right?

masterlist | ao3 | kofi

you pretended to be surprised when he told you about your beach trip. acting like you didn’t hear them talking or having their own mom and dad special time. you sat on his lap in his office thighs splitting around his, your cunny slick on his leg hairs.

“that one is pretty,” he says, pointing to a bikini on the screen. it was pretty, a soft pastel that you would love. your head wasn’t in the room though, it drifted to his noises from the night before.

“maybe this?” he says, scrolling to a yellow one. you’d convinced him to let you get a bikini for when your mom wasn’t there.

“what’s on your mind,” he says after a beat. you pull yourself from your daze looking at him as he grabs your chin turning your face.

“just, i fibbed,” you pause, biting your lip. “i heard you and mom talking about the beach.”

“ohh so you weren’t as surprised,” he grins and you shake your head.

“i heard, other stuff,” you look away but he doesn’t let you move your face.

“huh?”

“you and mom doing dad and daughter time sounds,” you mumble.

“oh,” he pauses, not really embarrassed but more sorry he let you hear it.

“i just thought we did it special, you know. i just mom always is so special and i want to be,” you pout.

“aww baby, wanna know a secret?” you nod, finally meeting his eyes.

“dad has to do it for mom, he doesn't really enjoy it. it’s so much more fun with you, and dad never gives mom any of his boy cum. dad saves all of that for you in the morning,” he grins at you and it calms you.

“really? but doesn’t she know? doesn’t she want your boy cum too?”

“nope, she doesn’t like boy cum she thinks it’s icky. you know how funny she is,” he confirms and you nod she is very particular.

“so you save it for me and i get all of it because i'm special?”

“mmm yes my very special girl. wouldn’t waste any of it on her i love you most,” he grins at you leaning in to kiss your lips. he’d been doing that more, letting you savor his taste as much as you wanted. your cunny slick poured over his thigh as you flicked into his mouth letting him suck on your tongue lewdly.

“let’s pick out a pretty bikini for my girl,” he pulls away your tongue chasing him but you nod.

you ride in the backseat for what feels like days. you’d never been in a car this long that you remembered. hours and hours and hours of just road. your dad peeks back at you through the mirror winking at you while your mom sleeps in the passenger side. you asked when you would get there probably 50 times and the road never seemed to end.

he pulled into a gas station. this was the second one, you had stayed in the car per your mom for the first one. you’d never been inside of a gas station before just sat at the pump a few times in your life so today was really big.

“gonna go for a bathroom break, you need anything?” your dad leans over asking your mom she shakes her head turning and going back to sleep.

“gotta pee, dad,” you say from the backseat and he nods. he gets out of the car before opening the child locked backseat helping you out.

“is it okay?”

“yeah baby, gotta go,” he grins at you leading you to the entrance. the door chimes when you open it, people flood in and out of aisles and it’s massive. snacks lining the walls and big signs hanging from the ceiling about different discounts and items.

“wow,” you say like you’ve walked into a mansion. he just grins at you with a hand on your waist leading you down one of the aisles covered in candies. he takes you to the back of the store to the restrooms. you don’t even have to ask when he enters and pulls you in with him.

“wanna help?” you nod, rushing your hands over his pants pulling them down and letting his cock free from his boxers. you can’t help but lift it to your lips softly sucking the tip. you’d been craving him the entire ride seeing his pretty face in the mirror and not getting any special time at all.

“such an eager, baby,” he coos, petting your hair. you feel stupid sucking his soft cock into your mouth squatting down over the dirty floor. you don’t realize until it’s too late that your full bladder has forsaken you.

“aww dribbly girl,” he softened, seeing the yellow puddle forming on the dingy tile. you pull away with a whine embarrassed and needy as you see the pee pouring over your panties.

“oh no,” you squirm getting to your legs but the pee keeps spilling out, a liquid curtain forming over your legs as it spills out your hand cupping your cunny, but it doesn’t help. you lean your head into his chest, his cock bouncing as the stream flows.

“it’s okay, got so excited for dad’s cock, been sitting in the car too long,” he pets your head rubbing your back as it spills over your toes and grows on the floor. it’s hot and warm and makes you feel so good, melting away the embarrassment as it pours down your legs.

“gotta get it all out,” he watches with a grin as it hits the dirty drain flooding the floor. you melt into his touch as your stream stops only soft dribbles spilling over your bulging liquid filled panties.

“sorry,” you hiccup.

“hey, you’re okay,” he leans back, holding your waist assessing the mess. your legs and feet were dripping, the floor puddled with your pee as it slowly flowed to the drain. “had so much.”

“i made a mess,” you sob, pushing your head into him.

“you know dad’s got you right?” you nod rubbing your forehead into him. “lemme clean you up.” he squats down in front of you, his cock still hanging out but starting to fill up.

he flips up your skirt groaning at the sight of your soaked panties. the white now see through your clit pulsing under the fabric. he pulls the back of your thighs to him, your feet pattering in your pee as he leans to you. he flattens his tongue over your inner thighs, making you sigh, gripping his shoulder.

his tongue laps up all the drips on your legs, sliding his muscle over your skin picking up your taste. so good as you shiver above him his tongue tempting your cunny. he laps you up, head moving around as he finds new droplets licking down your legs to your knees. you were absolutely coated and he loved it. your bladder failing at the sight of your dad’s cock like a dumb puppy seeing its owner.

“dad,” you whimper, gripping him tighter as he pulls away.

“come sit,” he says, hand out to the toilet and you follow. sitting down on the seat fully clothed. your feet almost touch the floor as he comes over, slipping your sandals off and putting them in the sink.

“sorry, dad,” you mumble seeing the full puddle.

“no no, don’t apologize, did so good for dad. got to taste my pretty girl,” he grins at you. you feel shy as he lifts your legs, tongue slurping over each of your toes. it tickled up your leg hitting your cunny as you giggle and squirm.

“so tickly,” you giggle. he just smiles at you slurping your baby toe into his mouth.

“gotta clean my baby,” he garbles mouthing over your foot collecting all the leftovers.

“you’re doing a good job dad, you’re a good cleaner,” you praise petting his fluffy hair. he grins at you, dropping your leg before grabbing the other and repeating his movements.

a knock at the door spooks you, making you jump but your dad soothes your leg.

“give us a minute, car sick,” he raises his voice, the footsteps under the door disappearing. he holds. a finger up to his lip like it’s a secret making you giggle.

“can you keep the pee panties on? not too much longer in the car then we can get you changed.” you nod, lifting your skirt peeking at the yellow tinged fabric.

“dad are you gonna pee?”

“yeah, i can make a mess too so you don’t feel alone,” he offers and you nod eagerly. he turns facing the drain that’s swallowed most of your puddle. you reach around him before he can even ask gripping his cock aiming it to the floor.

“good girl,” he coos, he moans, tilting his head back rubbing his hand over your arm as he lets go. yellow stream hard and fast as he bursts onto the floor flooding it once more. you stroke him slowly like you’re coaxing his pee out and he groans.

“dad your cock is getting tingly,” you giggle, feeling him pump in your hand.

“cause i got to taste my girl,” he responds jumping his hips making his piss spray on the floor. you want it in your mouth, but his stream slows spurting the last of it onto the tile.

“thank you, baby,” he groans, as you shake his drips before leaning in, sucking the last of his pee from his tip.

“oh not too much baby gotta wait until we get there,” he moans, pushing your head away slightly.

“sorry,” you mutter, pulling away.

“we can have some special time when we get there,” he grins, tapping your nose. he goes to the sink, rinsing your shoes before bringing them back and putting them on you. he stands tucking his cock in his pants helping you up. you wash your hands before glancing at the puddle again before facing the door waiting on him.

he gets a picture this time for his memory but you don’t see it. he unlocks the door helping you out before letting you get any treats you want. you hide the candy and sugar drinks in the back in johnny’s bag. your mom is still asleep when you slide back into the car, your panties damp on your needy cunny.

“what’dya think,” your dad grins showing off the beach house.

“i love it,” you cheese, scurrying around the large living room then the kitchen peeking in the fridge.

“it’s okay, dated,” your mom complains forehead tense as she takes it in.

“where’s the food?” you turn holding the empty fridge doors open.

“they don’t provide groceries,” johnny grins, leaning on the kitchen island.

“yeah mom has to go buy it all,” she groans, almost gagging at the gray couch.

“oh,” you close the doors, turning back to your parents. “i like it dad! it’s pretty, all the blue and white.”

“it’s tacky,” your mom comments. johnny just smiles. he knew she would hate it, he had picked it out for you.

“i bet the beds are awful. looks like it hasn’t been updated since before you were born,” she just never shuts up you think. you hold your tongue like always wishing she’d just enjoy something for once.

“let’s see,” he grins at you and you skip towards the hall leading the way. you turn to the first door opening it bright white with seashells covering the walls of the bathroom.

“oh wow, look at all the shells,” you point.

“yep, tacky tacky,” you mom tuts, johnny rubs your waist soothing your frustration.

“which bedroom do i sleep in?” you turn to the final two doors.

“mmm, i think your room has bunk beds,” he taps his chin and you grin. you’d always wanted bunk beds you’d told johnny that many time.

“no, absolutely not,” your mom interrupts your excitement.

“mom, please,” you pout.

“you know i would never let you do that you could get crushed or fall off,” her voice rising pointing a finger at you. you curl into yourself, shutting up regretting your outburst.

“c'mon she’s old enough, i think there’s another bed in there too,” johnny offers, turning the knob. the room is ocean themed like all the others: a bunk bed in one corner and a regular bed in the other.

“i said no,” your mom confirms, turning to open the other room scoffing at the decor. you pout walking in the room laying face down on the regular bed. you hear feet behind you as you push your head into the pillow face hot and angry.

“sorry, kiddo,” your dad sits beside you, soothing a hand over your back. “thought she would let you, it's my fault.”

“no, dad, it’s,” you turn to him curling into his side looking up at him. “she’s so unfair. i’m a big girl.”

“i know, baby, i know,” he rubs his hand over your back helping relax you.

“i’ll try to talk to her, okay?” you nod, the door opens across the hall.

“i’m going for groceries, john bring the luggage in instead of coddling her, and stop crying, it's just a bed.” she instructs and you sniffle you didn’t even cry once. johnny lazily gets up rubbing your back once more before leaving the room.

“you should have done this already, i have to wait for you to get everything in. too busy showing off this dump,” she complains from the other room. you want to scream but you know that would just make things worse. you hear the front door close and your mom huffing.

you wish you and your dad could just leave her. she was so grumpy and mean and treated you like a glass baby. it’s quiet while you imagine your life without your mom, sleeping in bed with your dad getting to go out when you want and eat the food you wanted. you could probably even change your hair, and definitely sleep in a bunk bed.

“finally,” your mom grumbles when the door opens again, you hear wheels and clattering. “i’ll be back in a few hours. i need time away from you two.”

you get up when you hear the door slam pattering down the hall to see johnny putting all the suitcases and bags down.

“lemme help,” you offer, reaching for the handles.

“you don’t have to,” he places his hand over yours.

“i wanna,” you smile, tugging the suitcase down the hall and into their room letting it sit beside their bed. he’s behind you putting down a bag that he unzips grinning up as he hands you a bag of gummies.

“do you think they will taste good?”

“oh i know they will,” he grins. your fingers fiddle with the bag still nervous.

“can i save them?”

“you can do whatever you want with them, it is yours,” he smiles standing back up leading you out of the room and across the hall. he pushes your small pink suitcase into the room.

“wanna try the bunk bed.”

“dadddd, we’ll get in trouble,” you giggle, but scurry over.

“i’ll fix the sheets, just give it a try,” he softly pushes. you crawl onto the bed making sure not to hit your head, showing johnny your yellow stained panties now dry from your pee but sticky. you turn laying back spreading out on the bed.

“it’s so cool!” you grin, he crawls toward you leaning over you as he squeezes in.

“i was hoping you’d like it. i know how much you’ve wanted it,” he smiles, you lace your fingers in his so casually.

“you’re so sweet, dad. how do you know everything about me,” you tease.

“cause i like you so much,” he taps your nose.

“i like you dad. i love you even,” you respond.

“i love you, my girl,” he coos, pressing his mouth to your cheek softly. you stay like that for a moment playing with his fingers as he combs his other hand through your hair.

“need to get you out of your panties before mom comes back,” he interrupts the quiet.

“ughh,” you lean your head back onto his arm, he uses your laced fingers over your skirt pulling it up so he can see the stain.

“look how wet you got,” he grins, you peer down seeing the yellow outline almost up to the waistband of your panties.

“i gotta go again,” you whine, leaning into his neck.

“aww such a tiny little bladder,” he rubs your hands over your tummy.

“where do you wanna peepee?” you think for a minute of all the places you can go and it hits you.

“would it be bad to go on the patio?” you look up to him. he’s really made you into his own little freak.

“mmm, that would be perfect. want dad to carry you?” you nod. he slides off the bed before pulling your body to the edge lifting you easily. you hadn’t gotten a chance to really look outside but johnny had told you there was a pool even. he takes you down the hall before turning and heading to the glassdoors.

“wow, the beach is so pretty,” you babble, the vast sea in front of you bordering the sand.

“you’re gonna love it,” he mentions, using his hand he unlocks the glass, sliding it open and walking through. the salty air hits your face and the smell of the sea hits your nose for the first time. you breathe deeply taking in the smell and feeling. he watches you letting you savor the newness.

“it’s so amazing,” you grin up at him.

“i know, baby, we will have to come back often.” he didn’t tell you or your mom that he had put in an offer on the place he didn’t need confirmation to know if you’d like it. he knew you well enough. hopefully he could make it your dad and daughter home in a few years

“is it weird that i really liked making a puddle in the bathroom? it made my cunny feel so funny,” you admit.

“not weird, lots of people like doing that, dad included,” he eases your nerves.

“can i do one here,” you ask and he nods. he lets you down, keeping a hand on your waist. the patio isn’t too big but it has a small hot tub in one corner and a table with chairs in the other. a gate is closed but the steps lead down to the large pool.

he follows your lead letting you decide how you wanna make a puddle. you turn away facing the beach and go to the gate unlatching it and letting it swing open. he watches eagerly as you squat down above the long flight of steps. you’re so fucking filthy wanting to make a puddle flood down and he’s right there with you.

“oh baby, you’re so smart,” he gets behind you rubbing your knees as you whine lifting your skirt. you leave your panties on your cunny letting them slowly fill up before your pee gushes down.

“good girl,” he coos, seeing the small puddle grow as you hiss out a heavy stream. he brings a hand in front of you, brushing the pads of his fingers over your cunny letting it soak him. he rubs slow circles against you, letting you lean into him overtaken with pleasure.

“oh, dad, touch my cunny more,” you whimper. he obliges easily putting more pressure on your clitty as piss streamed down between your legs. the puddle poured down the steps, a long dark wave flowing farther and farther.

“atta girl, get all this pee out of your cunny. doing so good. feels so good?” you nod stupidly, obsessed with the fingers rolling fast on your swollen clitty. you’d craved this all day missing your dad’s fingers or tongue on your girl parts. you needed him.

“look at your pretty puddle,” you lazily open your eyes, looking down at the view makes you moan. large dark stream spilling over each step as it falls lower makes your tummy tighten your muscles craving release.

“want more, dad,” you whimper. he pulls his hands away before sliding around behind you.

“can you stop peeing for dad?”

“try,” you hiccup, squeezing tightly and the flow slows. he gets on the floor laying his head on the patio before lugging you on top of him, his eyes peeking up under your skirt.

“dad,” you giggle, he just grins as you keep dripping on his chin. he opens his mouth pulling your piss filled panties aside, your swollen soaked cunt right over him he can smell it.

“use dad’s tongue,” he instructs, you don’t take long to let go again especially when his lips latch around your clitty sucking the pee from you like a straw. you moan out hips jerking into his mouth as it fills with pee. he groans the taste on his tongue as you chase your orgasm too innocent to understand how filthy this is.

“oh, dad, feels,” you call out, rutting your hips against him, riding his face as your last bits of piss fall into his mouth and over his lips. he sucks harder, pulling you closer and closer to that feeling you've grown to love.

“gonna, it’s coming,” you moan, falling forward as you squeal, cumming in his mouth gushing your juices on his lips. your legs shake around him pushing and pulling him in and out. your hair falls in his face as you catch your breath, cunny swollen and sticky as he licks the last of you up before mouthing at your soiled panties.

“good girl, got so much out of you,” he moans, your spit dribbling from your lips globbing onto the pavement.

“felt so good, missed it so much,” you whimper. he helps you roll off of him sitting up to help you steady yourself.

“not even a day and you missed dad’s mouth?”

“so much, missed your lips, and your fingers, and your cock,” you ramble.

“i can help with the last one,” he smiles, standing up and holding your hands. “look at that pretty puddle.”

“oh wow, felt so good, dad, i kinda like making messes now,” you grin shyly.

“i like when you do too.”

“can you put your cock in my mouth while you pee? i wanna taste it. i like it,” you ask.

“aww really? wanna drink dad’s pee?” if you only knew how filthy you sounded.

“so bad, i like how it tastes. i really wanted to today but i was shy,” you say.

“don’t be shy around your dad. why don’t you sit here for me,” he says, helping you sit at the table. you sit in the soft chair not thinking about the dark spot you’re gonna leave focusing only on your dad walking over unzipping his jeans and pulling his heavy cock out.

“did you get tingly too?”

“so tingly, dad just looks at you and gets the tingles,” he isn’t lying. it’s been so hard not to let his cock fill up when he sees even a glance of you.

“dad that’s how my cunny is. i just see you and it gets all sticky and tingly,” you respond. it makes him twitch your eyes watching his cock bob.

“c’mere dad,” you grip his jeans, pulling him to you, his cock slapping against your cheek, making you giggle.

“sorry, baby,” he reaches for your cheek, but you just grab his cock hitting it against your face again.

“i like it,” you grin.

“yeah? like dad’s cock on your pretty face?”

“sticky,” you giggle, his precum sticking to your cheek as you tap the tip on your face. you move it around letting it tap on your lips like you’re applying lip gloss.

“so silly,” he grunts, running his fingers through your hair while holding your head.

“want your peepee,” you mouth over the tip soft kitten licks over the slit.

“mmm, let me give my baby what she wants.” he sighs, pushing his hips closer. “open up, pretty girl.”

you oblige by opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out like a proper pornstar.

“that’s it,” he coos, relaxing as he starts to spill onto your tongue. he can’t look away, his yellow liquid sliding down your throat trying to gulp it up. you moan focusing on his flavor as he fills up your cheeks squeezing his palms over them making the piss gush over your lips and down your chin.

“you look so fucking pretty drinking dad’s pee,” he groans, watching it shoot from hit tip right into your waiting mouth. it pools before you can swallow it down the motion of your mouth causing more to spill out and drip to your chest. his cock is growing harder the more he stares at you.

“take it so well for me, such a good little pee drinker,” his comments make you squirm, your cunny already begging for him again. his piss is hot as it slides down your throat filling your tummy. it makes you feel so close to him, swallowing him up, being good.

“almost done, close your pretty mouth suck dad’s tip,” he coos. you wrap your lips around his cock sucking the last gushes of pee like he’s a smoothie. you suck him in bobbing your head letting his piss hit your throat and spill down. you want more, want his piss to keep coming so you can taste him forever.

“just like that baby, look at me,” you look up, your eyes starting to wet as his tip hits your throat but you like it scooting closer to him in the chair pushing farther.

“so fucking pretty,” he moans, his fingers push on the back of your neck making you take more and more and you’ve gotten so close to taking it all. you want to be good and have his whole cock in your mouth.

“think you can take all of it?” you nod as his cock choking you.

“yeah? good girl, breathe for me,” he moans, pulling you down, closing the last of the space between your lips and his trimmed hair.

“so good, so good for me,” he groans, keeping his eyes on yours, helping you through it as he bucks his hips into your mouth. his hair tickles your nose as you choke on him.

“shit,” he moans, pulling you away, slobbering on your face and coating his cock and you cough and catch your breath. “so good, baby, you did so good.”

“again, want boy cum,” you rasp, pulling him back to you. what a lucky dad he was, his little girl loves deepthroating.

“oh baby, you’re gonna get so much dad’s been saving it for you,” he moans as you push yourself down this time, swallowing around him.

“dad’s close baby, keep swallowing my cock. gonna give you so much dad cum,” he’s rambling now. as his cock chokes his pretty girl tears spilling down her cheeks mixing with piss and spit.

“good girl, so fucking good gonna fill up that your pretty mouth,” he groans. “swallow it.” he shoots down your throat loud curses and praise spilling from his mouth as you swallow. it's so far back you barely taste it which makes you disappointed but the look and sounds your dad is making is enough.

“that’s my girl,” he pulls out slowly, his cock still spilling cum into your mouth but now on your tongue and you can taste it. you keep it in your mouth letting your cheeks fill before he pulls out spit splattering on your chest.

“show me,” you open your mouth showing the thick gooey pool on your tongue.

“swallow.” closing your mouth you gulp it all down before showing him your clean tongue. “atta girl.”

“need you to make more boy cum and pee,” you pout.

“you’re so silly, you like dad’s boy stuff so much?” you nod spit dripping down your chin.

“you did so good for me you took all of dad’s big grown up cock in your tiny little mouth. swallowed so much bet your tummy is all full.” you nod as he leans in, wiping your cheeks and pressing his lips to your swollen ones. he loves tasting himself on your tongue.

he helps clean you off, taking you to the big bathroom in his room, washing your skin soft sudsy circles over every inch of you. praising you for the smallest thing and it makes your tummy swirl.

“cunny got all puffy for dad,” he grins, spreading your cunt before he rubs suds over you.

“everything felt so good dad, think about it all the time,” you mumble, his hands softly rubbing soap into your legs.

“yeah? me too baby, think about playing with my girl,” he agrees. he helps dry you off and blow dries your hair and his own.

he sits on the floor of your three day bedroom finding some pajamas while he unpacks your stuff. you lay on the top of the bunk bed, hands smoothing over your sloshy tummy full of all your dad’s yummy stuff.

“dad,” you ask, peering over the bed as he turns to you.

“yes baby,” he looks up at you, his bare back showing his muscles twisting.

“when do you think i can have a baby?”

“what? you’re way too little to get married, kiddo. what’s got you thinking about that?” he lifts himself up walking to you holding his hand to take yours over the bed railing.

“just thought about,” you pause. “it’s silly.”

“no baby, tell dad you know i won’t laugh.”

“just you said that- when i wanted a baby dad would put his cock in my cunny an-and i just really want dad’s cock in my cunny, so i thought i guess- i dunno i don’t want a baby really i just want dad’s cock in my cunny,” you blurt.

“aww baby, you want dad’s cock to fill up your cunny?” you nod shyly. “we’ll have to stretch you a lot more. and take you to the doctor so you can not have a baby.” his cock is throbbing again probably the 17th time that day. you daydreaming about his fat cock shoving in you god he’d love to just bend you over and force you to take it. make your cunny stretch around him, but he was your sweet dad.

“you can stop babies from coming?”

“unhuh, but only doctors they give cunnies medicine so you don’t grow a baby,” he explains lewdly that is.

“oh wow, so dad can use his cock in me and not make me have a baby?”

“yes baby, but you have to be careful you can’t let other boys touch your cunny remember?”

“i don’t want any boys to touch me but dad.”

“that’s my girl, you think more about it okay and when we get home dad can take you to the doctor for cunny medicine.” you nod sleepily. he lays some pajamas on the bed below you. “come down okay, we gotta get ready for mom.”

the rest of the trip is boring in your opinion, you spend most of the time in your room reading. your mom lets you go out once and it’s during sunset so you don’t get burnt but it’s cold and windy and your hair hits your eyes. you don’t get enough dad and daughter time since your mom is always around sucking the fun out of the room like a vacuum.

she doesn’t even let you go to the pool since it is just as deep as you are tall. you always wanted to learn to swim, feel the water on your skin, pretend you were a mermaid. but they were really just as trapped as you were, their tails keeping them in the water the way your mother kept you in the house.

you wondered what it’d be like to drive and leave when you wanted, order food at a restaurant after you look at the menu. go in a store and pick out your own clothes and get your haircut after you find a picture in a magazine. maybe you could some day. maybe with your dad.

when you weren’t reading you pretended to, sitting on the bed or the couch daydreaming about how your dad’s cock was gonna feel. your panties were soaked by the time your dad tucked you in, sliding them down your legs making you spread your legs. he said your cunny was more sticky then ever so he had to use his tongue to clean you up really good.

you held your dad teddy over your mouth while he used his fingers to inspect your sticky cunny. spreading your lips as he peered at your begging hole, sliding them over your folds before pushing one in making you wiggle. his fingers felt so good your cunny missed him so much.

you sobbed quietly into your pillow when he scissored his second finger in slowly stretching your tiny hole wider. he used his other hand to keep a palm on your tummy pressing you into the mattress. your eyes watered looking at him from over your bear when his lips slurped up your juices cleaning up your mess.

you’d had to clean your own cunny the entire time and you hated it. your dad was supposed to help you with that but he was stuck pretending to like your mean mom. you held your pee too long every day you spent here hoping your dad would have time to help you but it just made you squirm and rush to the bathroom. he didn’t even get to make sure your pee hole was getting all of it out.

you almost couldn’t wait to be home, hoping the next time you went to the beach it would be with just your dad. he’d let you swim and play in the sand during the day and you could sleep in a big comfy bed and he’d let you pee whenever you wanted and clean your cunny too. you wanted to make him take you away like your mom always said people wanted to do to you.

you felt so giddy when you finally got home falling back into your routine, nightly cunny inspections lasting long just like you like. dad even laid beside you in bed after for a little bit letting you suck the girl cum from his fingers.

“dad,” you garble, his long digits dancing on your tongue.

“mhmm,” he sounded sleepy, his eyes drooping.

“when can we go to the doctor?”

“still wanna go?” you nod eagerly, drooling over his fingers as they move over your lips.

“is tomorrow okay? we can go while mom’s out working?”

“really? i can’t wait,” you let his fingers rub over your swollen lips.

“not scared?”

“nuhuh, you’ll come too right? hold my hand? is it scary they don’t stick needles in me?”

“of course, i’ll come back and help you. it’s not too scary, you know mr. jaehyun at church?” you nod listening intently. “he’s the doctor. so it will be very safe. he does have to inspect your cunny just like dad but i’ll hold your hand.”

“really? mr. jaehyun is so nice. i didn’t know he was a doctor too! his daughter is so sweet and nice. do they have a good relationship like us?”

“mhmm he is and she is isn't she. i think they do, he tells me how good of a girl she is. he inspects her cunny a lot since she’s away at school now, makes sure she’s tight and clean like you,” jaehyun helped him with this sickness. his long time friend spilling the beans about his new stepdaughter he’d got her sucking his cock a month into marriage. she was already a little whore when he came around so it didn’t take much.

he’d help johnny prepare his plan of action, showed johnny how to do cunny inspections on his girl by using his daughter. she was eager to please, even sucking johnny’s cock while he stretched her out. jaehyun had been running his little private practice for years now, helping step parents and their stepkids better their relationships. he had a knack for teaching and writing prescriptions.

“so what will he do when i’m there?”

“it won’t be as comfy here since you’ll be on a doctor table it’s not as soft as your bed. he’s gonna have you spread your legs and put them in some holders for your legs so you can be in the right position. then he will use gloves to feel inside your cunny make sure you’re tight and soft- i know you are but he has to do his doctor stuff,” he pauses making you giggle. “he will make sure your little cunny is ready for dad’s cock. he makes sure you can cum good too it will feel very good.”

“oh wow, that’s,” you run over everything he says. “i can’t wait. can we put your cock in me after?”

“so eager aren’t you? need to be patient, little one. jaehyun will make sure everything is okay, and report back then we can.”

“oh, okay, i can wait i promise,” you grin sleepily holding your pinky to him and he takes it.

“you’re such a good girl,” he kisses your forehead. you pout as he slips out of your bed. “gotta get some sleep for tomorrow okay?”

“good night daddy, love you so much,” you pucker your lips and he can’t resist leaning in to press his lips against yours pulling away before you can stick your tongue in his mouth. in a perfect world he’d be sleeping in the same bed kissing you until you fell asleep fingers sliding against your cunny as you dreamt of him.

“ready, baby,” he asked, helping you out of the car in front of dr. jung’s office building. you nodded, taking his hand and letting him lead the way to the large glass doors. he’d instructed you to wear no panties or bra and a dress so it would be easier and he’d made you hold your pee. that was the hardest part.

“dad, when can i pee,” you whimper, bouncing on your toes as he hits the elevator button.

“soon, baby, gotta let the doctor test it,” he reminds you as the doors open with a ding.

“what do they test it for?” he pressed the button for the fourth floor before the doors close.

“make sure you aren’t sick or have any peepee problems,” he rubs his thumb over your hand to distract you.

“do they like suck it out with a machine?”

“no,” he chuckles. “when he does your cunny inspection he will make sure it comes out right for you.”

“oh, like when dad uses fingers in my cunny while i’m all full?”

“exactly, so smart,” he grins as the doors open again. he leads you down the hallway until you get to the office. he opens the large wooden door reading jung jaehyun m.d. family practitioner.

the office is small and only a few chairs fill the room but they are all empty. you bounce a little as he takes you to the front desk you want to grip your cunny to keep your pee inside.

“hi, she has an appointment at 11,” he tells the receptionist.

“of course, i will be with you in just a minute. he’s finishing with his patient right now,” he smiles knowingly.

“she’s getting a full exam, is there anyways we can go to a room so she can get ready?”

“oh of course,” the receptionist stands from behind his desk. he’s tall with thick glasses rimming his eyes when he rounds the corner holding a clipboard and opening another door letting you through.

“thanks,” your dad smiles. the reception man leads you down a hall past a closed door where you hear soft groaning kinda like your dads.

“you will be in here,” he holds an arm out as if to present the room to you like a car on a game show. you bounce gripping your dad’s hand tighter.

“it’s okay, baby,” your dad coos. you whine forgetting the man is staring at you when you cup your cunny over your dress.

“the doctor won’t be much longer then he will help you with your cunny and pee,” he smirks at you, his eyes trained on the hand covering yourself.

“you can hold it right, baby?” you nod but you aren’t really sure.

“you know the longer you hold it the better a report from dr. jung. he even gives prizes to the best ones,” his words calm you and give you a new sense of determination.

“here’s the gown if you’d like but it isn’t required. dr. jung will do all the formalities so just get settled and he should be just a few minutes. if you need anything i’m haechan,” he grins, holding a hand to your dad and they shake.

“thanks, haechan,” he says before the boy shuts the door behind him and you’re with your dad. still taking in the bland room, white walls and clean counter and a doctor's table you assumed.

“you okay?”

“yeah just gotta go bad,” you whine squeezing your hand tighter over your cunny.

“want a prize don’t you?” you nod, squeezing your knees together.

“wanna wear the gown?”

“can i wear this?” you nod to your dress still pressed against you.

“sorry baby, either the gown or naked?”

“will you be naked too?”

“mmm, not sure since it’s your exam. let’s ask the nice receptionist, what was his name?”

“haechan,” you offer looking up at your dad as he opens the door leaning out.

“oh, haechan, quick question,” he pulls the door open so you can see the boy standing there gathering tools on a metal tray.

“of course,” he smiles politely.

“is it alright if i get naked with her so she’s comfortable?”

“oh that would be perfect, we encourage good father daughter relationships,” he grins, his teeth pushing into his lip.

“awesome, thank you,” your dad leans back in the room.

“my pleasure,” he winks at your dad and they mumble something to each other. you’re too focused on the push of your bladder, not noticing anything until the door clicks shut again.

“let me get this off and i’ll help you. hold your cunny real tight for dad,” you nod, pushing your hand over yourself. he slips his bag over his shoulder hanging it on the door before sliding his jacket off. he drapes it over the chair before pulling his shirt over his head in a swift movement.

you stare at his chest watching his muscles dance under his skin, his arms flexing as he unbuckles his belt. you’d not be able to see his cock all morning since you didn’t get special time together to get ready for the appointment. he tugged his pants down his cock sliding out of his boxers hanging between his legs pulling you into a trance. he kicks off his shoes and pulls his pants off of his legs before he comes to help you.

“doing good kiddo, not much longer,” he drags his hands down your arms reaching around your back to unzip the dress. he’d bought it for you special. the sleeves fall over your shoulders and it pools over your feet on the floor.

“pretty girl,” brushing your hair back he takes you in. “my beautiful, baby.” a knock interrupts you, you jump reaching to cover yourself.

“it’s okay baby,” you pause standing as the door opens. it’s haechan.

“just bringing in dr. jung’s materials,” he smiles, his eyes darting between your body and your dads, but you don’t cover up letting him rake over your skin. “beautiful daughter you have, sir.”

“isn’t she gorgeous,” your dad smiles and you feel your face warm.

“very, so soft and sweet. i am sure you will have a great report,” he sits the metal tray down beside the table.

“do you have any questions about the exam,” he aims the question to you.

“uh, will it hurt?” you know your dad had said it wouldn’t but your mom always told you doctors were mean and did painful things on purpose.

“oh no, dr. jung is quite gentle. i even came here with my stepdad years before i worked here.” he smiles. “he makes everything feel very good and checks out everything so you can be prepared.”

“oh really? is he gonna use any needles,” you ask nervously.

“nope, dr. jung relies primarily on his fingers for exams, it’s very rare he would need to do any form of injection or blood draw.”

“that makes me feel a lot better,” you admit, leaning into your dad’s touch.

“i was nervous my first time too, but he takes great care of his patients.”

“did you get to use your dad’s cock in your cunny,” you blurted, not thinking about it. johnny’s eyes widen but haechan doesn’t skip a beat.

“yep, we’d been practicing a lot, i’m sure you and your dad are too,” he grins at johnny eyes lingering on his cock his heart racing in his chest. “i have a boy cunny though, but i was really prepared for my dad after my exam. still get them regularly for when i visit him.”

“you and your dad don’t live together?”

“sadly no, he had to move away with my mom. i see him at least once a month can’t go too long without dad’s cock you know,” he admits. johnny notices his bulging scrubs eyes watching his cock twitching as he stares at the nude dad and daughter duo.

“i’m sorry, i would never want dad to leave,” you pout hugging johnny close.

“it’s hard but we call everyday. you and your dad will be together for a long time.”

“forever,” you agree, another knock comes from the door before a familiar face peaks in.

“am i interrupting?” he smiles and everyone shakes their head. “haechan would you mind scheduling a follow up with the patient i just had they need some more training.”

“of course.”

“thank you haechan,” you say as he leaves.

“john, how are ya,” dr. jung smiles, shutting the door and grabbing your dad’s hand. “looking healthy,” he eyes your dad’s cock.

“great, it’s good seeing you,” they nod.

“and you, how are you darling?” he smiles at you holding his hand and you shake it limply you’d never really shook hands before.

“really good,” you smile softly, tucking yourself into your dad like a shy puppy.

“haechan calmed your nerves a bit didn’t he? he’s good at that, always good to have real life testimonials. how about you sit here for me,” he pats the edge of the table moving a stool in front of it for you to climb on. you nod, keeping your hand in your dads as you walk to the table.

“dad why don’t you help her,” he smiles under his glasses, letting johnny hold your hips as you climb onto the bed on all fours, exposing your holes to them accidentally.

“good girl, now can you lay on your back for me?” you do as he says shuffling around to lay back on the sticky bed.

“she’s a good listener, john,” he smiles and your dad nods in agreement, his hand laced in yours. your legs dangle over the edge hitting the bottom of the table with your heels.

“now we’re going to put your feet in these,” he slides out metal holders. “okay, dad, grab her ankle and just put her right here.” johnny holds your ankle softly, lifting your leg and placing your foot in the leg spreader before doing the other now spread out for them.

“oh, wow, such a pretty cunny,” he grins. he grabs the small stool pulling it over before sitting on it rolling over between your legs. you stare up at your dad, his face relaxes you.

“you’re really sticky huh?” he peeks at you from between your legs. you nod hair smashing against the table. “you know there’s a saying in my field that the best daughters have stickier cunnies.”

“that’s gotta be true,” johnny smiles, squeezing your hand. he uses his other hand to rub over your leg.

“darling, i’m going to put these gloves on okay? then i’m gonna do some tests on the sticky stuff okay?” you nod. he pulls on a black glove snapping the wrist and wiggling his fingers before putting the other on. he leans close using his arm to push his glasses up.

“you’re just puddling,” he comments, using his fingers he slides the gloved hands over your cunny lips making you shiver. “sensitive too.”

“she’s very sensitive,” johnny adds.

“that’s a good thing,” de. jung uses his fingers to spread your lips and mashing them together to see the thickness of your slick. he’s looking for strings to form and noting their thickness. “beautiful color, do you and dad play a lot?”

“unhuh, i wanna play all the time but dad says we can only play once a day,” you pout.

“dad,” dr. jung groans. “he should play as much as you want, isn't that right?” you grin and nod looking at your dad.

“when you get cunny tingles, how do you help them?” he’s rubbing his fingers over your lips, collecting your slick and rubbing it between his gloved fingers.

“usually ask dad, sometimes i just try to ignore them,” you admit.

“mhmm, dad taught you how to take care of them by yourself yet?” dr. jung peeks up at johnny from between your legs.

“i don’t wanna learn i want dad only,” you nod, looking down at your dad’s growing cock.

“oh, very smart girl, you’re cunny juice looks perfect.” he comments rubbing his fingers together staring at the slick. he brings them to his tongue lapping over the gloves tasting you while staring at you over the rims of his glasses. “tastes perfect too.”

“she’s very sweet,” your dad comments.

“now i’m going to examine your clitty okay? make sure you have good reactions,” you agree, watching him bend down again with both hands on your inner thigh using his thumbs to spread you open.

“nice and swollen, even twitching for me, does your clitty get big a lot?”

“so much, it pokes in my panties and rubs,” you tell him.

“oh wow, you must be very excitable.” he grins, hooking his pointer finger. he uses the side to coax up the underside making you jump. he grins at you but you’re staring at your dad whining to him.

“full,” you mumble.

“i know baby not much longer,” he cooed, softly petting your skin.

“now tell me which of these feels better,” he uses his finger to rub your clit back and forth, making you bounce. “this one or.” he pauses making a small gap in his fingers before rubbing them up and down the sides of your nub making you whine. “doing good, one more.” he uses his thumb now softly swirling against your clitty. you gasp jerking again on the table.

“i think you liked them all. did you have a preference?”

“uhh all felt good just different good,” you offer.

“mmm that’s a good answer. you’re clitty seems very good and reactive. you’re doing really good for me i know you’re holding that pee in its almost time for that,” he uses his hands to feel around your clit fingers sliding and softly massaging you as he seeks more reactions. he doesn’t really need more he has a pool of your slick on the table.

“now i’m going to feel inside your cunny. do you and dad do lots of that or just a little?”

“almost everyday and when dad does my cunny inspections he uses his fingers,” you smile proudly.

“wonderful, the more you practice taking fingers in your cunny the better you will be for cock,” he smiles, not being soft as he pushes two large fingers inside of you making you cry out.

“It'’s okay, baby,” your dad pets you softly looking down at your cunny being forced to take the gloved fingers as you wince.

“i have to check like that to see how tight your cunny is,” he confirms pouting at you. you try to nod and ignore the sting from your cunny.

“you’re doing really well for me.” his fingers wiggle in you moving all around to feel your insides. “aha,” he proclaims as you moan out, hitting your special spot with ease. “atta girl, you like that place?”

“so much,” you mumble. your eyes close as he massages the spot not seeing the exchange of eyes between dr. jung and your dad as they relish your reaction.

“mmm, getting nice and wet the more i touch, good girl,” he keeps massaging that spot making you pant, the feeling overwhelming your lower half, legs shaking in the metal holders. “take a look dad.”

johnny leans in staring at the liquid gushing from your cunny as the doctor flicks his wrist fingers pushing against the spot inside of you.

“wow, you’re getting a lot out of her,” your dad grins, cock bouncing at the site. you don’t see dr. jung grinning at the cock in his face or the way he winks at your dad as precum beads at the tip.

“you’re doing good, kiddo, i’m going to get some girl cum from you in a second.” he keeps going, using his other hand to grab a cup from his metal table holding it out for collection. you buck against his hand the squelching from your cunny louder as he coaxes liquid out of you. you call out as your walls squeeze he pulls out quickly grinning as a large arch shoots out of you. he waves the cup around to find the landing spot collecting it in the cup with a splatter.

“good job, got it on your first try.”

“didn’t pee, i promise,” you babble.

“no you didn't, that's a special girl cum that only comes out when you touch that spot.” he smiles, sitting the cup with clear fluid on his metal table. he pulls his fingers from you, more liquid gushing onto the table, you can feel it now sliding on your butt.

“you know most people take a few tries to get a sample. you did very good for me,” he stands in front of you, his gloves shiny in the fluorescent lights.

“my perfect girl,” your dad’s words melt you into the sticky table.

“now i’m going to let your cunny rest okay. i’m going to check your tits see how they’re growing,” he smiles, he comes closer his legs pushing against the edge of the table as he leans over.

“very pretty tits, your dad told me you just recently started wearing big girl bras,” you nod his face right over yours. “that’s a big step, you're so brave.”

“does dad touch you here a lot?” he asks, his slick fingers pushing over your small mounds.

“sometimes, he mostly touches my cunny,” you respond, watching the way dr. jung’s hair bounces as he nods.

“dad you should do a tit exam with the cunny exam each night, okay?” your dad nods, this thumb still soothing circles into your skin. “that will help your titties feel good, maybe even grow them some.” his eyes focus on your chest, his hands cupping and squeezing at you. it does feel good sliding from your chest to warm your tummy.

“dad, you need to focus on her nipples too,” he looks back at johnny thumbs rubbing your hard numbs, making you whimper. “get them nice and hard, then use a thumb and pointer.” he instructs using his fingers to pinch your small nipples making you squeal.

“see that, very sensitive, good girl,” he coos, you bounce on the table as his keeps his gloved fingers fiddling with your nubs.

“look how hard you get.” you pry your eyes open looking down at the pointed nipples between his fingers. he releases you but uses his finger tips to circle the ends of your pointed bud making you squirm.

“make sure your dad does this every night. if he doesn’t remind him or let me know okay?” you nod as the doctor leans back you don’t see his bulge that was pushed against the table in his grey slacks.

“you still doing good? your exam is going great.”

“unhuh, feels really crazy,” you babble.

“yeah? tickles and tingles a lot huh?” you nod stupidly. “this might seem scary but we have to take a look inside your cunny okay?” you nod as he lifts a silver tool it doesn’t look like anything you’d seen, maybe like tongs.

“i’m going to put this in your cunny and open it up so we can see in. then i’ll take some pictures for me and your dad to keep record. just gotta make sure your color is good and you get nice and wet,” he rambles and the words go in one ear and spill out the other eyes focused on the silver. he brings it in front of you and it disappears between your legs.

“gonna be a little cold,” he says softly as you gasp at the cool metal touching your cunny.

“doing good baby, doing so good for us,” your dad helps you calm down as the icy metal pushes into you and you think it’s not so bad. then you whine as it’s opened metal pushing against your walls as you're stretched wide.

“that’s it,” dr. jung clicks the device in place and you feel like you’re being split open. “beautiful intact hymen.” he comments peering in and making note of your tightness, you aren’t even sure what that means.

“very slick walls, nice and rosy. dad come take a look.” your dad leaves your side, but keeps his hand on your leg leaning down to stare inside of you.

“oh wow, beautiful baby, inside and out,” he smiles.

“see the lining is nice and ridged. beautiful cervix perfect color nice and healthy,” he smiles, “now i’m going to get a small sample, okay?”

he doesn’t wait for your response, just leans in and swirls something around inside before pulling it out it looks like a cotton swab.

“very nice texture and good color,” he remarks, laying the swab on the table before picking up a camera. he holds the silver camera up to you, clicking it and letting it flash before snapping another and another and another.

“you’re doing so good,” your dad coos looking up from between your legs.

“very good, let’s take this out and let you rest. i know that’s pushing on your pee,” dr. jung smiles. he clicks the device closing it before removing it, you take a deep breath and relax now.

“now i’ll let you pick what we do next okay? we have three more tests, the first is checking your pee, we also need to do a small test on your back cunny, and the last is how well you can make your dad cum.” you listen but your mind is racing.

“what’s a back cunny?”

“great question, that’s right here,” he rubs a finger over your butthole making you shiver.

“i have two cunnies?”

“yes you do, that's an extra special one that sometimes gets used but we still need to check it. do you want to do that first?”

“uh, yeah, that’s good, i-,” you pause searching for your words.

“it’s okay baby, what is it?” your dad asks now back beside you rubbing a hand over your hair.

“uh can i make dad cum at the same time? i just im kinda nervous and dad’s boy cock helps relax me,” you mutter, leaning in to his touch.

“oh you are such a smart girl, i think that could work. dad, can you give her your cock let her work on you,” dr. jung smiles. johnny shuffles up beside you, his cock bouncing. you eagerly reach for him feeling relaxed the moment your hand touches him.

“now when your dad cums you need to hold it in your mouth okay? i need to check how you swallow,” you nod not minding the taste you like it sticky and salty on your tongue. you shimmy closer to the edge of the table so you can get closer to your dad’s cock.

“atta girl, won’t even know your back cunny is getting examined,” your dad coos. he holds a hand for you to rest your face on while you open your mouth latching onto his tip.

“very good,” dr. jung comments, pushing his glasses up before leaning down, spreading your cheeks slightly so he can get a good look at your tight rim. you whine when his fingers touch over the hole unfamiliar with the feeling.

“focus all on me, baby,” you turn your eyes to your dad’s, staring up at him while you stroke his shaft tongue swirling around the tip, his sticky clear precum slides on your tongue.

dr. jung uses both fingers to spread your hole seeing how tight you are. he pulls away, keeping his finger rubbing over your rim in small circles as he grabs something off the table. you stopped watching him too concentrated on your task and the sounds you're getting from your dad’s mouth.

you jerk moaning around his cock as you feel cold liquid swirl over your hole making your shiver.

“sorry about that,” dr. jung apologizes for the coldness.

“doing so good for us,” johnny says, leaning over watching as dr. jung slowly slips a finger inside of you grinning at the tightness. you groan, vibrating your mouth around your dad’s cock the intrusion foreign but it doesn’t hurt.

“mmm, keep going baby, show dr. jung how good you make dad feel,” he grunts, pushing his hips into you filling your throat. there’s a puddle of spit forming on the table as you drool over your lips and the side of your cheek.

johnny grins at dr. jung seeing the way your virgin hole squeezes his finger like a vice, johnny touches a finger on your clitty helping distract from dr. jung’s wiggling finger. you whimper bucking into your dad’s touch but it pushes dr. jung’s finger deeper causing your legs to shake.

“almost done, you’re doing a wonderful job,” dr. jung coos, he curls his finger slowly pumping in and out before pulling out completely watching your puckering hole clench and wink at him. “perfect back cunny.”

“see that baby, all done, now make dad cum okay?” your dad groans, pushing his cock down your throat as you swallow, tightening your throat for him. you love how it makes your eyes water and your lips stretch his heavy dad cock pumping into you.

“what a good cock sucking daughter,” dr. jung comments sitting back in his stool, his own cock bulging under his slacks. he slips his gloves off watching intently as you swallow so much of your dad’s cock with ease. he lets his hand rub over his clothed cock enjoying his own private show, his little protégés using his daughter like dr. jung had taught him.

“such a good cock sucker, baby, make dad feel so good.” your dad groans bucking into you sloppily, his orgasm close. “fuck little girl, gonna make dad cum.”

“keep it in your mouth,” dr. jung says as you bob your head faster ready for your favorite load to fill your cheeks. your dad groans loudly, head flinging back as he cums filling your mouth with his sticky white cum. you take all you can trying to keep it from spilling out of your lips.

“such a good girl, good job baby, keep it in there,” your dad mewls, his cock pumping the last of his seed into your pretty mouth. he pulls away and you try to keep from choking lips bulging with liquid. dr. jung slides over sitting in front of you again.

“sit up for me,” johnny helps lug you upright, your eyes wide as your try to breathe through your nose. “you can open now and show me the cum.” you slowly open your mouth dr. jung cupping a hand under your chin as it starts to spill out dripping down your lips.

“wow dad you filled her up.” johnny smiles, brushing your hair back as he watches you. “can you swallow for me then show me your empty mouth.” you close your lips gulping down the thick fluid savoring the lasting flavor in your mouth. you stick your tongue out showing him the clean mouth.

“perfect job, now let me look,” he grabs a tongue depressor, pushing it flat against you and shining a light in your mouth. “perfect.”

“you did a very good job, back cunny is perfect and you take your dad’s cock wonderfully and swallowed it all.” dr. jung runs down his test and the results. “now let’s check that pee so you can get all empty.”

“it’s really full,” you comment, still sitting up facing him, your legs stretched in the metal holders.

“i bet, does your dad ever help you get your pee out?”

“unhuh, dad uses his mouth and sucks it out,” you nod.

“that’s wonderful, that’s how my daughter likes it,” he smiles knowingly. “is it okay if you just let it out for me? dad can help after i get my sample.”

“unhuh, i gotta go so bad,” you wiggle your butt on the table your own juices covering your bottom.

“can you show me how you like to go? do you touch your cunny when you do?”

“i like,” you pause, reaching between your legs, spreading your slippery lips showing your clitty to the doctor.

“very good, dad, do you wanna push her tummy to help get all that girl pee out?” johnny nods, reaching over your soft belly pushing lightly making you squirm. “don’t worry about holding, go ahead darling, let all that pee out.”

you whimper slowly releasing a small trickle, you stare intently at the puddle growing before a yellow arch forms. dr. jung eagerly holds out his cup letting the liquid splatter into it and slowly fills it up. you loll your head to the side resting it on your dad’s bare shoulder enjoying the relief.

“beautiful, what a good girl,” dr. jung comments, watching the small plastic cup fill. he pulls it away, sitting it on the metal table you squeeze trying to stop the flow since he’s done collecting. “keep going, you're doing amazing.”

“let it out baby, show dr. jung all that girl pee,” your dad pushes his hand over your tummy making you moan. “feels good?”

“so good,” you whimper. your eyes are closing as dr. jung leans in, opening his mouth to catch some of your pee. he groans as it hits his tongue, puddling on his taste buds. he closes his mouth letting your liquid hit his face spraying on his glasses as he swishes your pee in his cheeks checking the taste.

“she tastes so good,” your dad comments while watching dr. jung swallow with a smile. his glasses have droplets of yellow coating them but he doesn’t seem to mind, he’s used to getting wet during exams.

he leans in again mouth catching more of the golden liquid before tilting his head back. your stream shooting at him hitting his white button down. he exhales tightening his throat gargling the pee, the bitter drink bubbles in his mouth as he tastes every drop. he brings his head back down swallowing with a sigh of satisfaction.

“really good taste, keeping her good and hydrated,” dr. jung comments as your stream starts to slow arch lowering until it’s just a dribble onto the table.

“oh yes i keep her drinking all day,” your dad confirms petting your head as your eyes flutter open.

“did you get a good sample? did i do good?”

“oh you did very good, darling. got a great sample and you taste perfect,” he smiles at you. your face warms when you notice the droplets clinging to his glasses. “you have a very strong stream. got my pants and everything.”

“sorry,” you mumble feeling guilty.

“no no, that’s a good thing we want you to have a good healthy stream,” he comforts petting your leg. you look at his pants finally noticing the bulge now wet from your pee.

“did it make you tingly too?”

“oh yes, whenever i have a pretty girl like you to examine it gets my cock very tingly,” he smiles. “how about we get your girl cum out? i’ll let your dad help me.”

“unhuh, don’t you need to get your boy cum out too?”

“you are very sweet, i’m saving mine up for my girl just like your dad does for you.”

“oh okay, you need to make sure she gets it all. do you- do you put your cock in her cunny?”

“mhmm, she’s been practicing a lot for her dad’s cock. she takes it very well then i put all my dad cum in her cunny,” he smiles, looking at johnny.

“oh wow, i hope i can do that too,” you grin.

“oh you will do wonderful, you have a very healthy cunny perfect for your dad and his boy cum to fill you up,” he rubs his hand closer and closer to your cunny teasing his bare hand over your skin making you shiver.

“dad why don’t you show me how you get her girl cum out?” johnny nods, leaning over you, his hand still on your tummy.

“lay back baby,” he instructs, softly pushing your tummy down and you let your back rest on the sticky table. “good girl, cunny is all swollen and puffy you must be excited?”

“want you, dad,” you pout, reaching for his hand on your tummy to intertwine your fingers. he smiles at you using his other hand he slides over your cunny, coating his fingers in piss and slick. dr. jung sits back watching intently the droplets on his glasses starting to dry.

“you want dads fingers in your cunny?” you nod desperately, as he slides his thumb over your clitty making you whine. he smiles at every reaction as he slowly pushed two fingers into your stretched hole.

“oh, dad,” you gasp, gripping his hand tighter lifting your head to look between your legs.

“so sticky for me, baby. gonna make you cum so fast,” he coos at you. you nod wanting and craving the release he’s made you familiar with. his fingers curl just right like dr. jung’s did making a gush spill out of you, your head falling back on the table as you whine. johnny grins at dr. jung the man rubbing his piss soaked hand over his damp bulge enjoying the scene in front of him.

“pretty swollen clitty,” your dad mumbles, leaning in to see your cunny stretch and tug on his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. you’re bucking on the table, hips bouncing clumsily into his hand wanting more.

“she really is a sensitive girl,” you hear dr. jung say. he’s coming closer, the wheels of his chair rolling on the floor using his hand he pushes your thigh back. “is your dad hitting your special spot.” you don’t respond, mouth opened and gasping as the pleasure washes over you.

“here john, why don’t i,” he pauses, wiggling his finger under your dad’s pushing into you and shoving the two fingers right into that spot that makes you stupid. “there you go.”

“thanks doc,” your dad grins to his friend letting his finger direct his own into your hole. you feel so full but so good, crying out at each rub over that spot inside of you. gripping your dad tighter as you moan out your tummy tightening along with your fingers.

“oh, dad, dad,” you chant, cunny fluttering around their digits as fingers swirl on your clitty. it’s so much and not enough so close to the release but it feels so far.

“atta girl, show the doctor how you cum,” johnny instructs, rubbing his hand over yours as you grip his fingers jerking your hips. “let it all out for us, baby.”

“gonna, it’s coming,” you squeal, back arching off the sticky table. the men are grinning to each other enthralled by your reaction as you cum. shooting out the last of your piss onto their arms, hips jerking stupidly as you cry out.

“good girl, get all that cum out giving us such a good sample,” dr. jung says, he grabs another small cup running the lip over the skin between your front cunny and back cunny pushing it against you to collect all the gushing fluids.

“that’s my girl, feels so good,” your dad coos, slowing his finger on your clitty.

“john, can you wipe your fingers to get a good sample?” you dad obliges slowly pulling his fingers from your open hole wiping them on the edge of the cup and dr. jung does the same. he holds the cup up examining the clear globs sliding down the inner walls of the cup before nodding to himself and setting it on the table.

“very good, you feeling okay?” you nod lazily. “you did a wonderful job.”

“so good for us baby, did so fucking good for dad and dr. jung,” your dad rubs his sticky hand over your cheek and you reach for it with your tongue. he answers you by sliding it in your mouth letting you taste yourself on his digits.

“she will be tired for the rest of today so make sure she gets plenty of rest and lots of fluids.” dr. jung pats your leg as he rolls backwards looking at his clipboard. “now i will have all the results in a few days but we can go ahead with the cunny medicine if you want.”

“is that what you wanna do, baby? that will stop babies, right doctor?” johnny already knew the answer.

“yes, you will need to take it everyday at the same time and you need to make sure you take it with a big swallow of your dad’s pee so it will work extra well,” he nods, reading over your paperwork.

“that way i can have dad’s cock in my cunny?” you mumble, slowly sucking johnny’s fingers still.

“exactly, you are so smart. so we will give you some medicine and your dad here will give it once a day. you will need to do some big gulps of his pee you can do that right?” you nod you love his peepee taste. “atta girl, when you take that for at least 5 days then you can have dad’s cock if you feel ready.”

“dad, please let’s start now, i want to please can we?” you plead eyes wide and needy.

“so eager,” you dad chuckles. “i think so if you are ready and dr. jung says so.”

“oh yes you are ready my darling. if you start today you can have dad’s cock by sunday,” he smiles.

“oh, but, mom will be home she doesn’t like dad and daughter time,” you pout.

“is that right? how about i see if ms. jung can invite her over and give you some time for dad and daughter stuff,” dr. jung offers and you nod excitedly.

“you’d do that really? oh please dad, can we?”

“of that’s okay, and mom agrees of course, baby.”

“you know little one this is a big step for you. dad will take what we call your virginity so you will officially be a big grown up girl,” dr. jung tells you, leaning in to look in your eyes.

“what’s a virginity?”

“that’s before a little girl gets her dad’s cock for the first time. she’s a virgin, you know like the virgin mary we learn about in church?” you nod. “so you will be a grown up once dad makes you not a virgin.”

“think you’re ready for that?” johnny rubs his hand over your back.

“yeah i want dad to take my virginity i wanna be a big girl and take dad’s cock,” you nod.

“that’s a good girl, that’s how we really know you’re ready.” dr. jung smiles.

“my big girl,” your dad coos.

“now darling, i will run these tests but i will give your dad your cunny medicine so you can take it when you get home or here whenever you get some pee to drink, okay? i’ll have haechan run the tests and he will give you a call and i can follow up on sunday at church if needed.”

“thank you so much dr. jung, you’re the best,” you grin.

“aww aren’t you sweet, thank you darling. if you need anything you know where to find me or you can have your dad give me a call. if you have any questions too i can answer them,” he smiles sweetly grabbing your chart as he stands up.

“dr. jung how long do i have to take the cunny medicine?”

“good question, you will take it as long as you don’t want a baby okay? when you are ready once you get married and you decide it’s time you can stop taking them then dad can fill your cunny with babies,” he smiles, shaking your dads hand. “good to see you john, you’re raising a wonderful smart girl.”

“isn’t she perfect,” johnny smiles. dr. jung walks to the door opening in to haechan standing there.

“oh haechan, just in time can you take the samples and test them please? oh-“ dr. jung pauses turning to you again. “you will need to hold your peepee for a few hours before dad puts his cock in your cunny. that way it will feel extra good.” you nod along with your dad as he walks out.

“wasn’t too bad?,” haechan asks, walking into the room to the metal tray.

“nuhuh, i did really good they said, and i get my dad’s cock on sunday,” you grin.

“oh wow, that is exciting, it wasn't so fast for me,” he mentions.

“why come?”

“well for boys their cunnies take lots of practice so i had to work more with dr. jung to help me get all my cum out,” he smiles.

“oh wow, do you still have a cock even though you have a boy cunny?”

“i do, but i don’t use it the way dads do. i use my boy cunny like you use your girl cunny to cum,” he picks up each cup of fluid waving it under his nose and sniffing deeply groaning at your juices.

“do you have boy cum like white stuff too?”

“i do, but my boy cock stays soft it just flops around while i get dads cock,” he explains.

“oh really? that’s funny looking i bet,” you giggle.

“you are right, my dad likes it though he says it’s a big clitty,” he grins at you, staring between your open legs. “you have a very pretty clitty too.”

“oh thanks, can i see your boy clitty?” you ask shyly.

“is that okay with dad?”

“of course, she’s very curious,” johnny pats your head watching intently as haechan slowly pulls his scrub pants down his clitty is huge and dark red at the tip.

“you’re clitty is so big and pretty,” you say, looking down at your much smaller clitty. “can i touch it?” haechan walks over his clitty bobbing as he stands in front of you.

“it’s very sensitive like your clitty is,” he says, you reach a small finger out to rub his slit giggling as he tenses whining when you touch him.

“it’s really pretty, it’s so cool you have both a boy cock and a boy clitty and a boy cunny,” you tell him rubbing two fingers around the tip grinning at his reactions.

“i bet your boy clitty looks very pretty when you take your dad’s cock,” johnny says leaning in and yanking at haechan’s balls making the boy sob.

“does it bounce like this?” you ask reaching a hand under his shaft to tap his member up and down. he calls out for his dad bucking his hips into the touch.

“unhuh,” he whines, looking at your small hand flicking the underside of his cock. “harder.” you nod tapping your finger with more force, his clitty hitting his tummy with slaps as you repeat it.

“wow, that’s amazing, i’m sure your dad enjoys your boy cunny too,” johnny grins, “can we see that too?”

“of course,” haechan turns quickly, bending over in front of you using dr. jung’s stool to hold himself up. your dad reaches tugging the scrubs down to see his bare butt. you giggle at his tan round globes pretty soft skin as his waistband tucks under his cheeks.

“let’s see, baby,” your dad says, using his hands to spread haechan open exposing a small circle over his boy cunny. “oh wow your dad is lucky. you keep it stretched for him.”

“yes, sir, dad has me plugged all day,” he mumbles.

“he won’t mind if you show my girl?”

“no sir, please do,” haechan doesn’t finish before johnny is pulling at the circle teasing it in and out. you watch intently, eyes focused on his jerking hips with ever push and pull of your dad’s hand.

“see this baby? his boy cunny is good and stretched for his dad anytime,” your dad says and you nod in response. “see how tight he is around it?”

“very tight,” you comment, you like the sounds haechan is making as your dad tugs the toy out of him slowly.

“lets see,” johnny says, pulling the toy all the way out with one easy motion. you gasp the hole gaping so wide you can see inside as haechan moans out.

“wow,” you say stupidly, leaning even closer watching his hole clench and pucker trying to pull the toy back in.

“very pretty boy cunny, see how he can tighten up then loosen, that's how it should be baby,” your dad says leaning in before he spits in haechan’s open hole making the boy groan and arch his back. his hole clenches sucking the spit down like your throat would.

“gimme your hand baby,” you hold your hand out for your dad as he takes two fingers pushing them into haechan.

“oh god,” he calls, whimpering as your dad moves your fingers inside. the feeling is so hot and tight as your small fingers are swallowed by him.

“it’s so warm, dad. haechan, you boy cunny is amazing,” you grin, enjoying the feeling of his tight muscle squeezing around you.

“thank you,” he stutters, pushing his hips back to meet your knuckles. “you’re doing really good.”

“this is how his dad’s cock will go in him,” your dad tells you and you nod moving your hand on your own now wanting more of haechan’s sounds.

“so this is how dad will use my cunny?”

“unhuh, in and out like that,” haechan groans, pushing his hips into you.

“your boy cunny is really sticky,” you giggle.

“it has to be so cock goes in and out easier,” johnny tells you.

“oh god,” haechan jerks, you felt a small soft spot under your fingers so you do it again rubbing over it like your dad does inside your cunny. “there, oh fuck,” he chants.

“that’s his special spot baby, you are doing so good,” you dad grins, staring at your fingers disappearing into haechan’s pretty hole. “keep doing that i bet you can make his boy cum come out.”

“yeah, keep, oh fuck, there. right fucking there please,” he moans out, his head hanging down as he pushes himself back farther. “more fingers fuck, need, ugh.”

“let dad help,” your dad says, moving a hand to push in two fingers beside yours.

“shit shit, there, so fucking full oh,” haechan’s noises fill the room and it makes you giddy the pretty sounds coming from him as your dad helps you rub against the special spot inside his boy cunny.

“good girl, making haechan feel so good,” johnny comments, watching haechan’s cock drooling into the pee puddle you made.

“so good, fuck, you’re doing it so,” a whine interrupts him his legs shaking. “gonna cum. keep doing it.”

“watch his clitty baby, see it come out,” johnny directs you. your eyes trail from his cunny to the bobbing clitty between his legs as his hips stutter his mouth chanting dad over and over as he shakes his legs.

“cumming, dad,” he squeals, you watch as hot white shoots onto the floor splattering into your pee as he cums. his cunny squeezing tightly around your fingers as he pants.

“good job, haechan you are doing so good.”

“yeah, haechan you came a lot so good. you felt so good,” you mimic.

“take your fingers out look at his cunny,” you pull your eyes from his dribbling cock watching his hole squeeze and release over and over.

“felt so good, thank you sir, thank you,” haechan bubbles, slowly lifting his arms back up.

“let’s get you plugged back up,” johnny says, pushing the plug back in with ease making haechan whine again. he slowly pulls his scrub pants back up letting his sticky clitty stain the front.

“you did so good haechan, thanks for letting me see. it was amazing,” you babble.

“you did really well, your dad has taught you very well,” haechan is shy when he turns around, his face red and eyes wet. “let me get these samples. you two have a good day.”

“let’s get dressed, baby.”

your dad gives you your medicine at 10am on the dot, standing over you tapping his cock on your lips as you open them. he places the small white pill on your tongue as he slowly fills your mouth with pee. you gulp it greedily barely noticing the small pill slipping down your throat with his yellow liquid. he praised you for keeping all the fluid in your mouth. you’d gotten better and better at swallowing it quickly, gulping down the stream greedily.

“dad i really can’t wait,” you giggle, squirming on his lap as he shows you your cunny in your mirror.

“yeah baby? dad’s so excited too, keeps his cock tingly all day,” he grins at your reflection. he spreads your cunny lips using his finger to slowly rub circles on your clitty.

“can you show me, wanna know what it will be like,” you ask, turning to look at him.

“that’s a good idea, smart girl. can you lay on your bed, baby?” you grin jumping up and crawling onto your bed. he follows behind you rubbing his hands over your butt.

“you know baby, when you get really good dad can put his cock in you like this,” he says pulling your hips back, his cock pushing against your cunny as he moves you back and forth.

“you can put your cock in my cunny in different ways?” you look back at him as he holds your hips gliding you back and forth.

“oh yeah, baby, there’s so many ways dad can put his cock in you. like hundreds,” he smiles up at you his hair in his face.

“no way! i wanna do them all,” you smile.

“oh we will baby, but first we will do it really simple,” he grips your hips, flipping you easily, making you squeal as you bounce on your bed.

“daddd,” you giggle spreading your legs for him to shimmy up to you. his cock twitching above your tummy.

“you’re so pretty, my pretty girl,” he soothes. “when dad puts his cock in you do you know what it’s called?”

“virginity?” you ask, you’d been talking about that since you left the appointment.

“no baby that’s what you have until dad puts his cock in you,” he corrects, his hands roam down your body massaging your small tits in his big hands making you whimper.

“uhh, maybe,” you pause thinking hard. “i dunno sorry, dad.”

“no apologies baby, you’re learning,” he softens. “when dad puts his cock in your cunny it’s called fucking.”

“dad, that’s a naughty word,” you scolded, pointing a finger at him with a mischievous grin.

“remember we can say it when we have our special time,” he reminds you and you nod.

“so dad will fuck my cunny?”

“exactly, you’re such a quick learner. on saturday during cunny inspection dad’s gonna stretch you a lot okay get you ready for fucking,” he tells you one hand petting the mound over your cunny.

“i can’t wait dad, mom’s really gonna go to ms. jung’s?”

“mhmm she already asked me to watch you after church. she’s gonna drive separately too so we can sit you in the front seat,” he grins.

“can you hold my hand while you drive?”

“of course,” reaching his other hand to link your fingers. “dr. jung said he could do a precheck if you want to.”

“oh good, did he say if my tests were good?”

“oh yes baby, haechan called me and gave you a perfect report. cunny juices and peepee were both perfect,” he uses his fingers to spread your cunny again seeing the slick glistening.

“so i’m really ready?”

“very ready, just a few more days and dad’s cock will be in your pretty cunny,” he coos, he pushes your thighs back letting them rest on his own. “dad will put his cock in like this, okay?” he rocks his hips slowly mimicking how he’s planning on fucking you. he’d been thinking of this since he first saw you.

“can’t believe dad’s cock can fit,” you say, staring down between your legs at his long thick cock hanging over you.

“mhmm, your cunny was made for me so it will fit perfect. let’s see how deep it will be,” he uses his thumb to push the base of his cock flat on your cunny letting it line up with you. the tip hits just below your belly button nudging the small hole as he keeps his hips rocking.

“oh dad wow, you’re so big. haechan had a smaller boy cock it was cute, but i like dad’s most,” you grin up to him.

“yeah, haechan had a cute boy clitty. you’re gonna be so full baby feel so good,” he moves lower rubbing his cock between your folds moaning as he slides with ease.

“feels so good now,” you whimper, the tip brushing over your clitty as he thrusts over you.

“yeah? like dad’s cock pretending to fuck you? so sticky just thinking about dad’s cock in your little cunny,” he moans biting his lip as he watches your lips try to swallow around him sliding faster against you. he uses his thumb to keep his cock pressed against you spitting to get it wetter.

“oh dad, clitty feels so,” you babble, the tip bumping you over and over better than his fingers have ever felt.

“yeah, hold your legs for dad so he can rub your little hole,” you let go of his hand reaching around to pull your thighs back so he can angle his tip against your virgin cunny.

you gasp the slight push of his tip against your tight hole feels so good. his soft head bumping into you as he holds his cock lining it up perfect.

“dad can you put it in a little,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him.

“so needy aren’t you,” you nod, looking down at his cock begging to breach your hymen.

“just a little please dad, just wanna feel it, cock feels so good on my cunny,” you ramble on begging him for just a taste of it.

“just the tip, baby,” he tells you slowly, pushing into your slit groaning with you as his tip is squeezed tightly.

“ffff,” you moan, eyes trying to shut but you force them to watch his plush tip push in and out of you. “fuck.”

“mmm, atta girl, gotta use grown up words since you’re gonna be a big girl taking big dad cock,” he rubs his thumb over your clit as he keeps pushing in and out.

“feels, so, much,” you can’t make any correct sentences just babbling stupidly from the smallest amount of cock.

“doing so good, gonna make dad cum,” he groans out, the squeeze on his tip makes him sloppy as he slowly jerks off wanting to fill you with cum.

“please cum on my cunny dad please please,” you beg, your lewd words push him closer his hips shallowing fucking into you.

“you want dad’s cum on your cunny, fuck baby you feel so good,” he groans pulling out jerking off as he spills hot white onto your cunny you moan at the sight pretty streaks covering your cunny.

“oh dad,” you whimper, “more wanna cum too.”

“yeah, let dad rub your cunny with his sticky cock.” he grunts, pushing his tip over your clit rubbing his cum into your folds. he’s sensitive but he’s going to give you what you want.

“yes, yes, want,” you let your eyes shut, head falling back as he bumps your clit over and over sticky squelching as he pushes against you.

“fuck baby, got me so sensitive,” he moans, the tip of his cock spurting liquid onto your cunny. “shittt.” he groans the clear liquid spilling over your folds as he speeds up rubbing your clit.

“dad, dad, oh, dad,” you whine, feeling warm and wet and sticky as your tummy heats and twists.

“yeah, gonna cum for dad, cum baby, make a mess.”

“gonna, come out,” you squeal, hips bucking into his cock as you cum jerking into his touch his tip bumping your clitty over and over.

“just like that, good girl,” he watches you squirm under him, your fingers digging into your thighs as you sob. he pulls away slowly, watching your legs shake around him, such a pretty girl. he leans down unable to resist, he uses his tongue to lap up your cunny sliding through your folds collecting the mix of your cum and his.

“dadddd,” you moan, feet kicking as your sent into a state of overstimulation. “it’s so.”

“just a bit more, gotta clean your cunny,” he convinces, you whimper legs trying to close as he dips into you. his tongue slurping up all the juices moaning into your cunny. sweet girl cum mixing with his salty dad cum as he sloppily laps you up. he flicks his tongue over your clit hoping for a second orgasm as you twist on his wet muscle.

“you can do it,” he mumbles into your cunny. you focus on needing the praise from your dad as his slippery tongue flips your clitty before sucking you into his mouth grinning at your sounds. your hands pulling your closing thighs, not able to decide if you want it or hate it. he will make you want it.

he sucks you harder shaking his head making your clit vibrate your tummy swirling and twirling with pleasure. your toes curling around his back as you cry out for him.

“dad, i-,” your mouth falling open as you're overwhelmed. hips spurring again squirting a stream into your dad’s face making him grin in satisfaction. earning the second orgasm in a few minutes from you. your fourth of the day, you really were mad for this.

“that’s my good girl,” he pulls away, staring at your used, swollen cunny savoring the dripping slick. “got you all clean, my good girl.”

“it was, oh, dad, felt so crazy,” you mumble, letting go of your legs and reaching for him. he holds your hands crumbling beside you on the bed keeping you close.

“you did so good, got all your girl cum out, my perfect girl,” he pets your head sweetly.

“felt like i did twice. i don’t even, wow.”

“you did baby, came twice for dad,” he confirms.

“how many times can my cunny cum a day?”

“mmm i dunno baby we will have to test that out, you’ve had four today,” he imagines a day with you spent making you cum over and over counting them until he forgot.

“wow, that’s so many, will you do it again during my inspection?”

“if you want baby, i’ll make you cum as much as you want,” he grins.

“feels so good dad, loved your cock in my cunny can’t wait for all of it.”

“soon, baby, soon.”

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[onyourhyuck]

Fix Me Softly. | L.DH

— Prologue: “Open wide pretty girl will ya?”

— Summary: Your best friend has the most dirtiest thoughts about you and he isn’t shy about sharing them with you.

— Genre: Himbo Haechan. Haechan’s literally the most perverted person in this fic. There’s just something about unhinged Haechan who’s a sex maniac tbh. Switch!hyuck. DUB-CON. Oral (fem receiving) and throat fucking (male receiving). Unprotected sex. Haechan is obsessed with y/n thighs. Face riding. Pinning. Cum-play. Hickeys. Possessive Haechan.

— Notes: Sex Obsessed Haechan >>>

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There’s one person you won’t ever understand.

That person being your best friend Haechan.

He was like someone out of another world, when he’s with you Haechan knows zero boundaries. He knows zero social cues. When you are around him Haechan is almost like a wild-animal.

“God you’re so pretty when you study. I want to kiss you so bad Y/n.” He wasn’t shy at all even though he’s meant to be doing this working assignment with you in your bedroom, he was too distracted by your serious face watching the laptop.

You’re trying your best to not give out a reaction considering that Haechan actually enjoys having you hear his dirty thoughts about you all the freaking time. Every minute you guys are together there was not a single moment where he doesn’t tell you how much he wants to fuck you.

You frown looking over at him. “Did you finish your assignment yet or are you here to disturb me?”

Seeing Haechan watching you so intensely it’s almost as if he was already imagining himself wanking off to you while he sees your serious face. He loves it when you scold him too.

Haechan pouts a bit. “No I didn’t finish the assignment. You’re too distracting.”

You sigh. “I told you if you won’t take this seriously I won’t invite you back to my bedroom.”

“But I want you so bad, you can’t do this to me. Please just one kiss and I’ll focus that’s all it takes for me to focus on our college assignment.”

You’re in disbelief at your best friend. Haechan has always had this thing about you. He enjoys your presence and your company. You’re attractive and he just so happens to be attracted to his best friend. Haechan doesn’t even want to hide it how much he is attracted to you.

Sometimes he would lean to kiss you and you would move your head to push him away. Sometimes in class he wants to touch your thigh so badly so he does it and you slap his hand away.

“I really have the urge to take off my jeans and have you take my cock in your mouth right now…” he whispers, as if this was a very casual thing to say to a friend right now.

At times you’re the one rejecting him and telling him to keep his annoying thoughts away because he feels like you don’t believe him when he says how much he wants to fuck you. How much he wants to take a taste of your pussy or the fact that he actually wants to kiss your tempting little pretty lips.

“You’re such a pervert.” You mutter mockingly while he leans in to kiss you on your mouth but you move your face away.

He whines when you moved away from his lips just about when he was going to touch them.

Haechan curls his fingers on your sleeve that you’re wearing. You glare at him now that you see how much he was giving you those puppies eyes.

“Ahh Y/n please one kiss won’t hurt you.”

You can’t believe him but sometimes you really do have the urge to shut him up by kissing him so he could just do the work.

“Shut up and do your work already.” You huff. How do you fix your best friend? You have no idea how to fix Haechan at all.

Haechan draws shapes on your arms with his fingers while watching you. The black hair with white stripes in them make him look edgy but in a way the edgy clothes and style he has makes him attractive. You do admit your friend here was very attractive and he probably has many pros to himself.

But the only side thing is that Haechan wants to have your mouth stuffed full of his meat in your mouth and you’re unstable to process that image in your head.

The fingers with black nail polish on them softly tan down from your forearm to your thighs now to draw shapes on there.

You stare at him while he keeps the eye contact back. For a moment you’re just watching each other in complete silence.

He wasn’t doing his work, and you’re rocking with the fact that there won’t be any work done between you guys at all.

“Please Y/n one kiss… I’m begging you.”

Haechan whispers to your ears with his soft whining voice sounding almost like whimpers that makes your skin crawl.

You’re tempted to just do it so you can get on with the college work honestly.

You glare forward with your hand reaching out grabbing a hold of his chin and slowly lean in kissing him roughly for a second or two. You pull away and leave your hand on his chin. You saw the boy gasp and how much he enjoyed it he was moaning by a single touch of your hand on his skin, and a single small kiss took half of his breath away.

Haechan was craving more now that he knows how your lips feel on his. He leans closer and takes a longer kiss on your mouth without you noticing. You’re now kissing Haechan, trapped in a kiss he puts on your body while crawling on top of you with his running hands down to your waist.

The laptop was pushed aside and you’re kissing him back feeling your senses shut you down. Haechan’s tongue roams across your own walls while he was kissing you. Exploring your sweet lingering mouth that he’s been fantasying about for so long.

It feels so artful to have you spread out on your bed in your dorm room with clothes coming off so gracefully leaving your figure looking empty until Haechan pressed forward his heart-shape mouth dangerously trailing down to your dainty collarbones, upwards your neck leaving marks on your tidy skin. It made you look like a toy in his eyes, but you’re now his toy to be played with. You belong to him now, because the sight of those love bites were a bright reddish colour spreading right up and down your throat angle.

Adding the adept hands between your thighs, he squeezed your inner thigh before rubbing it up and down. The small caresses has your fuzzy mind overflowing out a cracking hole out of nowhere, and the area on your panties were soaking by the time he was gazing you with such a high maintenance look behind those eyes, that tell you you’re not going anywhere.

So clean and cunning. The growing shaft in those tights jeans of his was hardening by the sight of your open legs where he ran down a single finger down to your clothed clit.

You moan on the outside, despite trying to mentally keep your own noises away from reality. You’re here staring Haechan down as he admires your leakage patch on your panties.

“Oh Y/n…you’re so wet for me. I always knew you wanted me but you were playing hard to get. You’re such a minx.” He coos with a growling tease.

Looking at your dumbfounded expression when he said this. Haechan leans down to your ears kissing it. “You’re such a whore, I knew you were lying to me. Rejecting me all this time.” His hands squeeze your hips as he lifts you up on the bed a little.

You mumble a few trails of sighs when Haechan suddenly swapped your positions with you on his lap while he was leaning back casually. Expression on his face tells you he wants something from you and you’re bound to give it to him. It was a fact and not a choice here, and your stomach had this strange fluttering knot deep inside telling you to do it.

He leers mockingly. “Why don’t you let me have a taste of your pussy, Y/n?”

Brushing over his hands on your thighs up and down as you shiver when hearing his words, your voice comes out so tiny and small compared to Haechan’s voice and his intimidating eyes. The black eyeliner on the waterline makes his black eyes so much more magnetic and the black painted fingertips brushing down the skin on your thighs, you could dissolve like crazy from how good his touches feel.

The question was rather sounding like a statement more than an actual question.

You knew deep down the rhetoric answer for him when he moved up to your ass behind groping it pulling your body up only a bit so your thighs welcome the sight of your pussy above him. Haechan pushed aside the wet patch on your panties on the side and then, a grounding slithering wetness of a warm wetness covers your womanhood. Haechan is almost like a starved maniac, coating your cunt with his warm saliva with extreme motions. Circling down the tip of his tongue inside your walls only to pull away and press down even more force of his lips on your own tempting lips down below.

It was wet and sloppy just like how Haechan liked it. He loves hearing your body jolt with each movements because you don’t know what else to expect from the eccentric sex maniac underneath you eating you out.

You don’t know what he will do next, but all you can think about was how skilled Haechan was at eating you out while you’re pressing your thighs on the sides of his face and shoulders. Your toes were curling up with each stroke of his gliding tongue.

He growls against your mound while tightly digging the fingernails in your thick thighs.

“Roll your hips for me baby, please.” It sounded so desperate when Haechan rasps out below your sensitive parts.

It was a demand too. Springing the hips backwards and forward around in all sorts of motion you’re realising the increasing pleasure of your own body, driving down a road. The boy underneath you was nothing more than just a hungry wild animal growling against your wet slit running down his chin.

You’re releasing out your moans without a single thought able to be processed; it’s like every single braincell you had was now no longer existing.

Knot in your stomach was heavy, like a threatening ticking bomb ready to combust.

Haechan loves how you are riding his face now to your own pace that became extremely fast when the pleasure you felt became so much more intense than the high you’ve received from him previously. Dragging down the black painted fingernails on your thighs you’re grunting when you feel Haechan sucking on your clit. Abusing it.

Pressuring on your clit sucking on it with his plum heart-shape lips, as well as vibrating his grunting noises that he can’t contain. You taste absolutely heavenly to not comment on.

He fantasise too much about you. Too long he waited for this moment you’d give in to his shenanigans. It’s been far too long.

One point in his life Haechan was convinced that he cannot be fixed by anyone. The obsession he has with you wasn’t something ordinary.

But here you are Fixing Him Softly by letting him have a taste of you, letting him eat you out like the silly whore you are. Oh how the tables have turned. You ended up rejecting him for so long only to end up in this vulnerable position.

“That’s right, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” Haechan affirms with a domineering tone that creates goosebumps on your skin.

You’re nodding your head. “Fuck— Yes…! I’m right there…”

“Fuckfuckfuck—“ you gasp.

Undertook by the coming heat happening in between your spreading legs you are nipping at your bottom lip as broken incomplete moans break out. Haechan sucks on the sensitive side part of your pussy finally eager to taste your running juices that are dripping all the way down his chin and neckline. You’re holding your own hanging mouth as the heat on your face creates this flush, as if you were sick. You’re unable to see or breathe for a long moment or two. It leaves behind this scorching ember burning in your stomach.

Quicker strokes pull out of you as Haechan was groaning when your thighs tenderly pushed and squeeze around his face, while he rubs down his hand on your bare back.

“Such a filthy slut, that’s right take all of it.” He said with heavy groans coming out as if he held his breath in when the taste of his tongue remains. “Mmm, I love this perfect pussy of yours.”

He was so drunk on you. Drunk of your taste.

The growing number in his pants was due to take place when he looks back at your feverish face. You look so intoxicated, as if he made you this way.

Grabbing on your body the hands creep at your back while the place changes. You’re moving when you see him standing up over the bed dropping down the thick layer of jeans down, along with the boxers. He saw your eyes widen immediately when you saw the shaft spring up looking so wide and big.

Eyes lurches down to his cock threatening you by standing up against his perfectly flat and tone stomach. The beautiful tan on his body makes you salivate and drool. You cannot hold back when your eyes crawl higher up to take a look at Haechan who was smirking.

He purrs. “Open wide pretty girl will ya?” Brushing his fingers under your chin stroking it, you shiver as you feel your cheeks heat up.

You weren’t expecting the sight of him to be this ethereal.

Your voice comes out hushed. “Mm Haechan…” As the round ball shaped tip pressed by your mouth. He purposely teased your mouth by making his large tip poke but not go in your mouth at all.

The tip pulls at your lower lip and you whine when he was now deciding to be such a tease.

“Hurry up.” You demand with your stern eyes, loving that you’re now getting more demanding and less shy.

“Nuhuh baby, i give commands here.”

Haechan wants to see what you’d do if he continued to be as bratty as he is now. You’re waiting for him to give you the next move but he was staying still.

Biting his bottom lip when you glare at him. There’s no way you’ll let him boss you around when you’re this needy to have a taste of him now.

Pulling your palm over the shaft you grab it forward pushing the very fine thickly round shaped tip inside your warming mouth. Haechan wasn’t expecting you to be this quick with your reflexes. He didn’t see this coming. To watch you take slight control of the situation by pulling his entire length inside your mouth. You let him overfill your space.

It feels so damn good though.

He bit his bottom lip, raspy husked speaking out as his hands brushed your hair into a messy half-tried ponytail. “Goddamn baby…didn’t know you had that in you.”

Shifting between teasing you and sounding so heavenly under you. Haechan was enjoying the sight of your head bopping up and down — you took him so seriously and perfectly in your small mouth. Despite the large size, you managed to reach down to his very end.

You make him limp with each stroke your tongue rolls against wrapping your saliva and own slipping tongue like a blanket on his cock.

Stuffing you full but you don’t seem to mind when Haechan was moaning vocally.

He was very open about you knowing every— and you mean every trailing dirty thought he has in his brain right now.

“Shit. You look so much better with my cock stuffing you full. I bet you love this don’t you?” His tongue licks his bottom lip. “Am I right?”

Brushing fingers in the messy ponytail behind your head so he could see the full show you put on while your kitten licks turn to strokes.

You moan a sweet hum against the shaft as you’re trailing down your lips even more.

The tension only grows as you’re sucking him so much Haechan can barely stay still. You’re making him physical weak on the knees and he can’t stay still when you’re practically sucking him dry.

Haechan thrusts forward the hips. Whenever it got so much you’re dragging down his cock into your throat so the thick mushroom tip was banging the back of your mouth, as you deep throat him, Haechan couldn’t help but want more deep ness and he became greedy.

Hips thrust even more and more into your face making all sorts of gagging sounds come out while Haechan’s black hair with soft white streaks became messy hanging down his eyes while the dark gaze was watching you take everything he gave.

Fucking your mouth was always a dream come true for him and now that he was experiencing what fantasy he craves,

He can’t get enough now.

“Oh…oh mmfgh y/n you’re doing so well right now, give me more… please give me more. Please.. fuck,”

Crying out for you. Haechan’s eyes go dim and he was breaking every soft whine escaping those shattering lips.

“I need you to milk my cock dry until i can’t cum anymore.”

You knew that he meant every word underline in bright red. He was being serious. Haechan wants you to suck his own very soul out of him.

Who were you to say no to Haechan when he was begging you so nicely? You feel some empowering dominance over you now when you see the boy shaking from the overstimulating electricity running down his spine and overtaking the very burning ball feeling in his stomach.

Flickering your tongue down his cock once more, Haechan’s head sputters. It feels like a raging headache has split his head into two. The overfilling sensation of cumming inside your mouth as the final push results in Haechan’s knees becoming jelly.

Haechan wails. “Cumming… ah fuck, fuck. I love your mouth so much.. so good,” He breathes heavily.

Detaching your jawline pulling away from the cock in your mouth, it slips out with a watery liquid that tastes between sweet and salty. You can’t put your tongue on what he tastes like. But it was definitely rewarding.

Especially when you see the tired exhaustion on his face.

It tells you everything. You made him have the biggest orgasm he could ever imagine. Haechan gasps when he sits down with a sluggish head on the pillows and you turn your head towards him.

You definitely fixed him. Made him much calmer.

“You still have your assignment to finish.”

You remind him with a strict gaze.

Haechan closed his eyes grumbling. “I know, I know. I’ll finish it in a minute just give me a second — geez Y/n you just sucked me into the next century and you mention the assignment!”

“Okay? Don’t act like you didn’t tell me to do that.”

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