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rosewould · 2 years

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wingless angel; dsc

act i | act ii | final act 1k celebration masterlist

pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader

words; 3.2k

genre; estabished relationship, college au, smut, angst (light, you ain't seen nothin yet)

warnings; toxic relationship, slightly implied manipulation, virgin!reader, dubcon (just in case), slut shaming (actually, kinda), palming, multiple orgasms, fingering, piv, implied overstimulation, use of whore & slut, I think that covers it

preface; here is the first part of the first story of the 1k special! Thank you guys for 1k, this is already very fun~

act i ➻ moonlight

"Are you afraid?"

Sicheng's question makes you feel insecure. Why were you afraid? You really liked him, and you were officially together now. You knew very well he'd never do anything to hurt you. Still, you squirmed atop your bed, feeling seen in all the ways you didn't want to be.

"I-I don't know." Your gaze remains averted as you move from your knees onto your butt, hugging your knees against your chest. Sicheng thankfully doesn't get offended. Instead, he exhales amusedly before sliding closer to you on his knees. His long fingers sweeping your hair behind your ear garners you enough strength to push aside your embarrassment and look at him. He stares down at you fondly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"There's nothing to be afraid about. I'll take care of you, I always do." He raises his eyebrows, signifying that he knows you know he's right. You're unable to speak, once you give him the okay, this will actually happen. You'd be doing everything you saw in the countless porn videos you've watched over the years. It felt a bit overwhelming, but the way he looked down at you, you could see the hunger building in his gaze.

You admit you were very curious about being touched that way. All through your school days, the only physical interactions you've had with boys were accidental. With just a tiny brush of Wong Kunhang's hand against your arm, your heart was sent into a frenzy. You could barely hear the soft sorry he offered you. It felt like the culmination of all your emotions built up from your crush had come to a climax with just a simple touch. You were a child then, though. You wouldn't be that sensitive to touch now, right?

Reminiscing on the memory made fire flare up in your cheeks. The way your heart pounded in your ears for a week straight after that moment was strange, but you also remember how intoxicating the feeling was. Every night you clenched your eyes shut and imagined how it'd feel to hug him-- or god forbid-- kiss him. And now, standing in front of you, was someone so handsome and so sweet to you, ready to touch you enough to last you a lifetime. You were still nervous, yes, but now your interest was piqued. Plus, you could feel your panties starting to stick to your vagina uncomfortably and you wanted to do something about that.

"Okay," You start, grabbing his arms that reach out to you. "But! I've never even kissed a boy, Sicheng."

His expression falls, and the action makes your heart fall as well. "If you're not sure about this, we can stop." The sad look on his face makes you want to kick yourself.

"No, no!" You wave your hands in front of you, accompanying the action by shaking your head frantically. "That's not why I said that. It's just... I'm not experienced, okay?" You say, already defensive. "So don't judge me!"

Sicheng's face softens as he chuckles. "Of course not baby. In fact..." He brings his hand up to your face before pressing it against your cheek, reveling in the way you melt into it. The way your eyes flutter closed despite your furrowed brows suggesting you're still a bit apprehensive. "I like that about you."

Your eyes snap open. "What?! Why?" He smiles again.

"I think you're cute."

His words make you relax a bit. You drop your tense shoulders, exhaling. He shifts closer to you, biting his lip.

"And it makes me hard."

All of a sudden, his expression darkens. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip as his eyes trail lower. You gasp and hug your legs closer to your body. You feel like a hostage under his gaze so you turn your head away from him, hoping to dull the suffocating feeling overcoming you. It doesn't, instead it just makes you focus on an overwhelming ache. You've felt something similar whenever something you see or think of makes you especially horny, but this was stronger. It made it harder to breathe and your heart beat a mile a minute. You swallow hard.

"What's the matter, baby? Does it make you nervous when I talk about it?" You look back at him in hopes of understanding what he's referring to. He just stares back, that hungry look becoming more apparent.

"It?" You ask naively. It's exactly what he wanted to hear you say.

"Have you ever seen a dick before?"

Your eyes blow wide and he laughs in response, throwing his head back. "I-I have!"

"I'm guessing you haven't touched one, huh?" Sicheng narrows his eyes, implying that your incoming nod is the answer he expected. He clicks his tongue. "You wanna?"

Fuck, if that question didn't do things to you. It was a need that ran deeper than your pathetic fingers or any plastic could satisfy. You needed to feel his searing hot skin against yours or else you feared you might simply perish. The feeling scared you a bit, but man did it excite you. Sicheng had no clue about the mental turmoil he was putting you through.

"Is that a no?" He asks after your prolonged silence.

"N-no! I mean yes! Yes, I want to touch it." You nod frantically. He's quiet for a moment as he watches you. Unsure of what he wants, you decide to tweak your request. "Please?" You ask, tilting your head to the side in inquiry.

The ache you just caused in Sicheng's crotch was something you were completely oblivious to. "Of course baby." He cooes, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it against his hardening cock. You gasp, hands stiff and frozen against the appendage. You move your hand just to feel the full length of his dick, but the movement causes him to groan. You try to jerk your hand back, feeling as though you did something wrong, but his hand on your wrist keeps you there. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against the coarse fabric of his jeans. You note how firm his dick feels and the heat radiating from it. It was so inviting.

"You like that?" He asks after you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. You look up at him and nod sheepishly. He felt like he'd explode just from how shy you were. "You're making me feel so good, you know that?"

"I am?" Your voice is weaker than you intended. The arousal fills your body and clouds your brain.

"Yeah. Don't you wanna feel good too?"

The words don't feel like they come out fast enough. "Yes I-I do."

"Here," Sicheng lifts you slightly to shift you back onto your knees. "Tell me how this feels..." He trails off as he moves his head toward your neck. You expose more of it to him and he hums happily at your pliant nature.

His wet mouth moves up the side of your throat, switching between kissing and licking. He goes slowly, monitoring your reaction. Your mouth falls open. Such a weird sensation is not one you expected to feel so good. Your heat felt like it was swelling in response. "Hah-"

Your mind was melting. You just wanted him. More of him. Your friends were all wrong. How could he be bad if he felt so good? His touch and his godsend of a mouth filled you with electricity. Bouncing from one end to the other before landing in your crotch. His lips make their way to an area near your ear.

"Oh-" Your breath gets caught in your throat as he sucks on the skin. You unintentionally squeeze his member and he groans right beneath your ear. The sound burns you up. You feel like you've been completely engulfed in flames by this point, but instead of searing pain, you felt utterly enraptured. Like you wanted to experience this forever, while also having a strong urge to climax already. Focusing too much made it confusing, so you focused instead on his lips. Lips you caught yourself staring at on multiple occasions.

"That feel good?" He mumbles against your skin. You nod for the umpteenth time that evening. His hands snake around your waist and squeeze your ass. Your eyes snap open, focusing on the moon just over his shoulder. The night air caused a slight wave in the curtains, shielding the moon from your view occasionally. Every time it caught your eye, you found yourself sinking more into him. Before you knew it, you were pressed against him completely. He leans back, tongue swiping over his lips.

You look over his eyes, his relaxed eyebrows, his dark hair. Yes, this was absolutely right.

"Sicheng." You grab his bicep and look deeply into his eyes. He raises his eyebrows.

"I want you to take me."

Hearing those words from your lips when he least expected it made his cock throb with renewed vigor. He guides you to lie down by your arms. He's not as gentle as you imagined, but he must be just as eager as you were. He rips your panties off with two firm tugs. "Sicheng!"

"What? They were probably cheap anyway." He silences your protests with a rough kiss, lips shoving against yours with bruising force as his fingertips danced along your slit. You gasp loudly as he sends his middle finger past your folds and into your entrance. The sound doesn't deter him, it actually seems to encourage him. "Did that surprise you baby?"

"Uh huh," You whimper, biting your lip as tears well up in your eyes. He gives you no time to adjust, instead he starts hammering inside. There's a subtle ache you detect as he stretches you open. "S-Sicheng! Oh god..." You don't get much time to collect your thoughts and digest the strange sensation you're experiencing. It's so much different from when you touch yourself. After loads of practice you settled on curling your fingers instead of thrusting them. A 'come hither' motion, as you learned it was called, is actually really popular among vagina owners. This, however, was overwhelming, but you weren't sure you exactly hated it. Or maybe it was the drunken look on Sicheng's face while he pleasured you. You couldn't focus long enough to be sure.

Especially when he slides in another finger. You breathe out an illegible noise as the digits slosh inside you. This felt better in a way you couldn't explain. The way he stretched you open provided a level of friction that was absolutely euphoric. You throw your head back into the pillows and clench the covers between your fingers.

"You're taking it so well baby. Think you can handle my cock?" He breathes.

"Yeah, want it-" You clench your thighs around his hand, his movement jostling your body back and forth.

"Cum around my fingers and I'll give it to you." His voice darkens as he leans closer to you. You yelp when he slaps one of your thighs and open them up in response. His fingers pump into you faster and faster until your mind goes blank. Every thought you sought to vocalize evaporates as your eyes roll into your skull.

"I'm-" Another loud gasp cuts your sentence short as pressure builds up in your abdomen.

"Let go. Let it all go for me princess."

To think that a man was here in your bedroom, Dong Sicheng to be exact, finger fucking you into your mattress was unbelievable. You didn't feel uneasy about it because it was him. Cracking your eyes open to look at him made you feel secure in that fact. You liked him so much that it filled you with endless warmth. You moan loudly as the pressure snaps, legs shaking as you come undone.

"You really like being fucked, don't you?"

Despite your post-orgasm haze, the question still catches you off guard and makes you embarrassed.

As he leans closer to you and swings his legs over your hips, he looks down at you as if he had just come to this worrying realization. "Are you a slut baby girl?"

Something about it worried you as well. You didn't want to upset him or anything.

"N-no I'm not a slut!"

"You're not? But only sluts enjoy getting their pussies fucked by some random guy's fingers." He draws his eyebrows together and you shake your head. You weren't sure why he was talking about this all of a sudden, but you felt an overwhelming urge to please him.

"You're not just a random guy."

Seemingly pleased by your answer, he raises his brows at you. "I see. And you're a good girl, right?"

You nod. "Yes, I'm a good girl."

"Mm," Sicheng undoes his jeans and shoves them down to his ankles. "You're a good girl who's only spreading her legs because it's me?"

"Yes." You whisper, face getting hotter at his word choice.

"I guess you're right. You're a good girl." His tone is almost reluctant as he pushes his underwear to join his jeans. You feel the meaty head of his penis prod against your entrance. It already feels so good, so right against you. Then he abruptly pushes it in, drawing a sharp inhale from you.

“I wanna fuck the good girl out of you.”

His hips drive into you with so much force your mind goes blank again. This time it’s severe. Your eyes roll back, mouth propped open awaiting a noise that just doesn’t come. You can feel him so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. A high-pitched squeak is all that manages to slip past. Again, soft or gentle aren't words you’d use to describe his actions. Sicheng has sweat beading his hairline from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“That’s right, take my cock like a slut.”

His words urge the words caught in your throat to release. “No! I’ll always be your good girl!” The sentence is punctuated by a pitiful whimper. He grabs your jaw and leans forward until his nose is touching yours. You struggle to properly take in his features, especially with the tears clouding your vision.

“Yeah? Even when I’m fucking you open like this? Hm?”

“Mhm!” Your hands fly to his back, fingernails sinking into his flesh. He grabs your legs, pushing them both to rest to the right of your head. The position makes it harder to breathe and your body feels like it’s being crushed. That combined with his newfound depth had your senses overwhelmed. You felt unbelievably full from his large cock. It was as big as the dildo you’d worked your way up to after several toys. On your own, however, you could control the speed and depth. You couldn’t dream of hammering it inside you like Sicheng was doing.

It was a feeling the deepest parts of you craved. To be rammed into a mattress and pushed right at the end of your limit where your body didn’t know how to react. And now you were getting what you fantasized about on your most depraved days. At first, you weren’t sure if you liked it. You were experiencing too much to take in all at once, but now that he’s found his rhythm and you’ve gotten used to it, it was better than all your fantasies.

“Fuck- don’t stop that feels so fucking good!” You cry out. Your own words surprise you, making you wonder if you really were the whore you denied you were.

“Yeah? How do you like getting your pussy stretched?” He asks breathlessly. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on the ring of your opening expanding wider than it ever had. Shit— was he bigger than your dildo? He had to at least be thicker. Any bigger and he’d split you in half. Just like your favorite piece of plastic, his tip was smashing against your cervix. You used to hate that feeling, but you slowly began to crave it. Something about it heightened your pleasure immeasurably.

“Hngh- Sicheng!” You strain out as your hands fly to caress him wherever they land. You settle on the soft skin at his nape while dipping your other hand under his shirt. Each thrust pushes a tiny noise out of you as he knocks your body into the mattress rigorously. You can feel energy building in your lower abdomen and it feels so sweet. All the sounds being pulled from you raise in pitch and volume as your legs begin to twitch. This was stronger than your average orgasm. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends. The verdict was out. You liked it rough, if the way you were about to spill all over your sheets was anything to go by. “Oh my god-! I’m cumming- Sicheng!”

Your hips snap to his, the soft, hot skin of his hips rubbing against yours as he readjusts. The base of his cock bends slightly before propelling back to the depths it had made its home. You gasp, clenching onto Sicheng’s shirt. He leans forward, pressing sloppy kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. Waves of fire ripple through your body as your eyes roll back. You clamp your legs around his hips to try and stabilize yourself. You chant ‘thank you’ as you come down, slowly releasing your legs as you fall back onto the bed. All you can manage to do in your boneless state is smile.

“Wow… I can’t believe I’ve been dating such a cock slut this whole time…” He chuckles before straddling your hips. Sicheng flips you onto your stomach before you can respond. “No sense in denying it, sweetheart. Hidden inside you is an insatiable whore just begging to be released. I can do that for you.” He wraps his arm around your chest, pulling your back flush against him. He rests his still hard cock against your ass.

“I’m sure a slut like you won’t mind a little more dick, huh?”

Five voicemails turn to ten, then twenty. Your friends were always persistent. Unfortunately, you just didn’t have the time. Sicheng has become more hungry to have you all the time, which means less time for meaningful activities. You needed space in your schedule for all the mind-blowing sex and long car rides to nowhere. The city was gorgeous at night. The wind cascading over you made for a nice contrast from the sun that loomed over you all day.

“Who are you texting?” Sicheng’s gaze lingers on your phone.

“No one- Hey! Eyes on the road.”

He reluctantly obliges, the slight pout he sports making you giggle. “No one. My friends have been sending me more voicemails.”

“More?” He asks in disbelief, before going quiet. His brows are knit together as he focuses on the road. “They don’t like me, huh?”

The mood instantly shifts, suddenly you’re in no mood to laugh at his child-like antics. You lock your phone before fiddling with the device. “I mean, they’re just worried about me. I don’t need to tell you I could be a little-”

“Naive? Yeah, I already know. After everything with Kun, I’d be worried too.”

You groan, dropping your phone into your lap. “But I’m an adult. You guys don’t need to worry about me.”

Sicheng just smiles, not confirming or denying the truth of that statement. “I’m just saying I understand why they’re worried. But come on. Kun? There’s no way they think I’m that bad.”

No, they don’t think he’s as bad as Kun. You chew on the inside of your cheek, sneaking a glance at your boyfriend.

They think he’s worse.

“Who cares what they think.” You answer, looking at him with conviction. He looks at you, expression seemingly surprised before it melts into a wide smile.

➻ end of act i

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seokmattchuus · 2 years

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NCT 127 Reaction to you being really needy

A/n: Not my best? Kinda cringe? Gifs suck? But I feel like this is as good it's gonna get.

- Requested -

Taeyong: *Frustrated after continuously telling you to wait till you got home from the studio. Ends up snapping at you.*

“Y/n.” He said sternly. “I told you to wait. Keep it up and you won’t get anything. Understand?”

Taeil: *Flustered at the constant messages and decides that he's never inviting you to another party.*

“I promise I'll fake being sick, just please." He bargained with a fake smile, trying to hide your conversation. "Ten minutes?"

Johnny: *Was simply trying to finish sending his feedback on the new song when your hand kept creeping up his thigh.*

“I promise I’ll give you what you want when I’m done.” He smiled. “Just let me finish this first, okay?”

Doyoung: *Surprised at your boldness since your relationship was still a secret and you were currently backstage.*

“Why are you like this?" His tone half-joking, half-stern. "Do you want us to get found out?"

Yuta: *Frustrated at the fact that he's told you 'no' a few times already while he's gaming.*

“If I have to repeat myself, I swear," He warned with a clenched jaw. "Do you want everyone to hear you?"

Jaehyun: *Always finds a way to sneak off with you because he's just as needy and doesn't ever want to wait.*

“You know we can’t right, now.” He groaned as you bit down on his ear lobe. “So you better make it quick.”

Sicheng: *Just when he thinks it'll be a simple movie night, your hand starts tracing little nothings on his thigh.*

“I'm starting to think this is the only thing you want from me.” He laughed lightly before patting his lap. “C'mon,"

Jungwoo: *Would be sick of it if you didn't ask so cutely and honestly, he's always down for you.*

“And how could I ever say ‘no’ to you?” He smirked. “Go upstairs and wait for me.”

Mark: *Seriously doubts your feelings for him every time you wake him up for sex.*

"Say 'sike' right now,” He groaned as he checked the time. “It’s literally 3:00AM, are you not tired?"

Haechan: *Wonders where you find the energy, especially after three rounds.*

“I can't believe you,” He scoffed with a smirk. “You're going to be the death of me.”

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jaesqueso · 2 years

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Trouble (m)

pairing: trouble!wiwnin x female!reader (featuring taeil and jaehyun)

summary: when you met Sicheng you had no idea of the trouble you were getting into

word count: 6,014

warnings: angst, alcohol and cigarettes, strong language, protected sex, winwin is kind of an asshole sometimes, inspired by the story behind DEAN’s album ‘130 mood: TRBL’ where the tracks should be played from last to first

a/n: this was supposed to be for “the music shop” collab but the user deactivated and cancelled the collab, however I had already planned the story for this and was supper excited so I decided not to waste it and post it anyway! hope ya’ll enjoy ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

trouble

/ˈtrʌb(ə)l/

noun

difficulty or problems

public unrest or disorder

Dong Sicheng

▶︎ 21

You first met Sicheng at your 21st birthday. Your friends insisted on throwing you a big ass party at one of their houses because their parents were gone so that resulted in you not knowing more than half the guests supposedly there to celebrate you. But honestly it didn’t quite matter because you were drinking and having fun with your closest friends and that’s the most important thing.

Until you saw him. Leaning against a wall and sipping on a red cup. Alone but looking cool as he glances around the room without a care for a single person in there. Something about him intrigues you and you just feel this incredible will to get to know him, all of him. You wonder who invited this mysterious guy.

“Hey, you ok?” Your friend Taeil approaches you, worried you might not be having fun at your own party with how silent you went.

“Yeah.” You give him a smile. “Do you know who that is?”

“Who?” He follows your gaze. “Oh, that’s Sicheng. I invited him, I hope that’s ok. His girlfriend just broke up with him a few days ago and I thought he needed to have some fun.”

“That’s alright. But he doesn’t look like he’s having a lot of fun though.” You tilt your head still admiring his blank expression.

“I know.” Taeil sighs. “I’m gonna check up on him.”

“Hey,” you grab his arm before he goes, “why don’t you call him over? He can hang with us.”

“I’ll do that.” Smiling he makes his way to the boy.

Taking a sip from your own drink you watch the two guys talking and eventually coming over to where you and the rest of your close friends are standing.

“Guys,” Taeil calls everyone’s attention, “this is my friend, Dong Sicheng.”

Everybody greets him as he hears all their names. He simply nods at them with a small smile, you wouldn’t take him for the shy type but that doesn’t kill the vibe for you.

“And this is Y/N, the birthday girl.” Taeil finally points to you and you make eye contact with Sicheng for the first time.

His piercing gaze leaves tingles all over your skin and you seem to be the one getting all shy now.

“Happy birthday.” With a bigger smile he raises his glass to you.

“Thanks.” You return the gesture delighted with the sound of his voice.

You try to engage in a conversation with him without making your attraction too obvious but he doesn’t seem that much of a talker. After a while he excuses himself to go outside and you can’t help but ask Taeil if he’s always this quiet.

“Oh yeah, that’s just the way he is.” You let out a relieved sigh and Taeil lifts a brow. “Do I sense a little bit of interest?”

“Maybe…” Unable to avoid a smile you hide it behind your cup taking another sip.

“Normally I would say go for it, he’s a really nice guy.” You bite your lip at his words, you feel like there’s a but coming. “But, he just go out of a pretty bad relationship and he’s definitely not healed yet.”

“What do you mean a bad relationship?” You can’t help feeling a bit worried.

“She’s super toxic. Got jealous over the stupidest things when I’m pretty sure she has cheated on him before, kept picking up fights with him for no reason and he just took it like a dumbass.” He explains shaking his head. “They kept going on and off their relationship but I think this time they’re done for real. Honestly I’m glad it’s over, she’s not good for him, he deserves someone better. I just hope he doesn’t fall back into bad habits.”

“I’m gonna go find him.” You empty your cup handing it to Taeil.

“Just go easy on him ok?” Nodding at his request you make your way through the crowd towards the back of the house.

As you step outside and look around you find Sicheng in a corner, leaning against the fence, smoke coming out of his lips from the cigarette between his fingers while his other hand holds his phone typing and re-typing a message.

“Can I have one of those?” His face turns to you as you point to the lit stick.

“Sure.” Putting his phone inside the back pocket of his jeans he grabs a pack of cigarettes extending it your way.

Taking one you bring it to your lips and Sicheng flicks a lighter in front of you. The first drag has you coughing a bit earning a chuckle from him, the first real expression you saw him make after the forced smiles from before.

“You don’t smoke do you?” He asks bringing his own cigarette to his lips.

“Occasionally, but it’s been a while.” You let out an embarrassed laugh.

“Nice party.” He says breaking the silence that installed.

“Thanks?” You giggle at the way he raises his brows clearly confused. “I didn’t actually wanted to have a party like this, I’d rather have a small chill get together with just a few people, but my friends kinda forced this on me.”

“Totally understand, I’m more of a casual guy too as opposed to a party monster like, for example, those guys.” Sicheng points to a few typical frat guys chugging down two shots each before removing their shirts and jumping into the pool.

“Why did you come then? I mean, if you don’t like this type of environments.” You’re quick to explain before he gets the wrong idea and thinks you’re inviting him to leave.

“Taeil kinda made me.” Leaving the explanation at that you get the hint that he doesn’t want to go into detail with it and you totally respect it, after all why would he tell you about his ex-girlfriend when you just met?

“He does have his way around people.” You chuckle lightening the mood. “Have you been friends for a long time?”

“We met in high school and been friends ever since.” He smiles probably recalling early memories from their friendship. “What about you, how do you know him?”

“He was actually in some of my classes in college and we ended up studying and doing some projects together so we started to become friends too.”

Carefully you carry the conversation, brightening his mood as you get to know him better. Like Taeil said, he’s not much of a talker with his short answers but at least you’re happy he hasn’t left yet.

You don’t even notice the hours passing as you two move to sit on a bench nearby. Most people have left already but the conversation with Sicheng is going so well that you don’t dare end it. But then someone does.

“Here you are!” Taeil walks your way and turns to his high school friend. “I thought you left already.”

“Looks like I’m still here.” You snort a bit too loud at his answer.

“And you,” Taeil moves his attention your way, “you never came back, everybody wanted to say goodbye but they just ended up leaving.”

“So early?” You ask before checking your phone widening your eyes at the time. “Shit, I guess we lost track of time, sorry.”

“That’s alright, I see you two are getting along.” The older winks as the youngest scratches the back of his head. “And I’m gonna get going, are you staying?”

“I think-” A yawn stops you from finishing your sentence making the three of you laugh. “I think I should go too, then.”

“C’mon I’l walk you home.” Taeil suggests as he lives close to your place. “You coming too? You can crash in my place if you want.”

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” Sicheng agrees and you leave the near dead party.

On the way you learn that your new friend lives on the other side of town and also get to know a few embarrassing stories from both of them. Almost makes you regret living so close to where the party took place. Reaching your building you all bid your goodbyes and you can’t help the silly smile that takes over your face when you finally lay down in your bed.

Dong Sicheng. The man that’s about to change your life.

After that night you make strong efforts to get Taeil to do some gatherings where both you and Sicheng will be present, of course without making it obvious. Eventually you two exchange numbers and start texting on a daily basis and even meeting up just the two of you.

Little by little you can feel him start to open up to you, giving him all the time he needs as you know he’s still hurt from his past relationship. You made him promise that whenever he feels sad or lonely he needs to call you, no matter what time it is, and you’ll talk to him and meet up if possible. You want him to let you in but you know he needs to heal first.

“Always the same shit.” Sicheng scoffs looking away from the TV. “When things get tough the girl just leaves and goes screw someone else, fucking liars and cheaters.”

“Hey!” You hit his shoulder from the other end of the couch trying to keep up with the movie you two were watching in your living room. “Not all girls are like that you know?”

“Yeah right.” He shakes his head.

“Well, I know I’m not.” Feeling his gaze turn to you, you keep yours focused on the TV.

“What?” He tries to understand why you said this all of a sudden.

“I’m just saying you should stop wasting your time with girls like that.” You finally turn to him. “If you give me a chance I’ll prove it to you. I’ll show you the love you deserve.”

You don’t know what came over you to say things like this but maybe the empty beer cans on your coffee table have something to do with it, making you ignore the fear of Sicheng rejecting you right here right now.

But instead he leans in and places his lips on yours. It’s a soft innocent first kiss that makes your heart almost pump out of your chest. You want to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer but he’s not too fond of skin ship so you’ll let him take the lead. A few seconds later he leans back returning to his previous position.

“Show me then.”

▶︎ I Love it (feat Dok2)

After that day you and Sicheng started living a couple life without really defining yourselves as one, just keeping it casual. You’d love nothing more than to officially call him your boyfriend but you don’t want to put that pressure on him, you just let things flow at his own speed.

Dinners and plans without calling them dates, kisses without promises and small touches here and there, leaving a tingling feeling on each others skin. But you’re happy just to be by his side and slowly watch him become a brighter person.

Friday night and you two are laying over his bed, on his tiny room, humming one of his favourite songs that plays on a playlist he made for the evening. With phones turned off you are disconnected from the world, simply enjoying each others company. On the first day he told you he’s not much of a party goer and you too enjoy these simple quiet moments alone. Even better when you’re alone by his side.

You take a deep breath when his fingers gently brush against yours that rest on the covers next to your body. His touch moves closer and closer until his hand holds yours.

Turning your head to the side you try to figure out his expression as he looks into your eyes and his other hand lifts to caress your cheek. Sicheng smoothly scoots over taking your lips on his in a kiss without a rush. He takes his time exploring your mouth and you allow him to.

Minutes feel like hours before he finally breaks the kiss leaning back to look at your face. Without saying a word he makes you feel like you’re the most beautiful person in the world with the way he admires your features, even if your lipstick is smeared past your lips and even transferred to his own, but he smiles.

Getting up to a seated position he slowly unbuttons his shirt and you take in each inch of skin that he bares for you. Slightly hovering you, his lips now attach to your neck as one of his hands caresses your side, from your waist, through your hip, to your thigh.

Your fingers trace the veins on his arm, with eyes closed, as his own make their way to cup your clothed womanhood. A breathy moan leaves your lips when his digits move up and down over the fabric making you crave for a real touch.

Clothes start pilling up on the floor, yours and the rest of his, as you discover each others bodies with touches, kisses and teasing bites. You gasp when his hand gets back to where it was before without any barriers now. You should feel embarrassed with how wet you are already but he makes all your worries go away as he gently spreads your juices focusing round movements on your clit.

Opening your legs wider you give him a great view of your arousal while he takes the place between them. Sicheng starts kissing your thighs taking his time to get to your core where his tongue licks up and down between your folds before he resumes the movements his fingers were doing before.

Back arching off the bed, you let your moans mix with the music that still plays on the background, letting him know how good he’s making you feel. His arms go around your thighs holding you in place as you start squirming around, orgasm fast approaching.

Eager on making you cum, his tongue traces intricate forms on your clit and in no time you’re groaning his name as you let yourself be taken over by the pleasure.

Sicheng doesn’t stop eating you out until your hand tugs on his hair, gently pulling him away from your pussy. A smile grows on his face as he watches you bite your lip to hide an embarrassed grin, eyes covered with your forearm.

Kissing his way up your figure, he removes your arm away from your face looking into your eyes as if silently telling you there’s no need to get shy or nervous, it’s just the two of you, there’s nobody else to impress.

Pulling him in for a kiss you take advantage of his position above you and wrap your legs around his torso bringing him closer to you. Sicheng grunts into your mouth when his hard dick is suddenly pressed against your wetness, fitting right between your folds.

Without breaking apart he reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom from the second drawer, opening the package and moving away just enough to roll it down his length. After he aligns it with your entrance you look into each others half lidded eyes, finally coming together as one when he fills every inch of your hole with his member until his hip touches yours.

He starts with soft thrusts, taking his time just like before. His arms rest at each side of your head holding himself up while his hips roll against you. Your hands trace the muscles on his back applying just enough pressure to encourage him to increase the speed.

And he definitely gets the hint as he moves faster and harder against you. But the closeness is not enough. Wrapping an arm around your waist, Sicheng pulls you up to sit on his lap as he leans back to a sitting position too. Pressing your bodies together he guides you up and down his cock, your breasts brushing on his chest making your nipples harder.

You let your hands run through his locks, tugging on them to pull his head slightly back making him groan in pleasure when your lips smash against his. Sensing your second orgasm approaching, you’re delighted to feel his dick twitch inside you as he gets closer to his high too.

It doesn’t take long for him to fill up the condom and with the warmth of his seed you can’t help cum too. You remain straddling him until your tired and sweaty bodies fall back on the bed, side by side. Resting your head on his chest you can hear his heartbeat that seems to be in sync with your own.

Looking up at his face you admire the pleased expression and lazy smile that decorate it as he stares back at you. It’s funny to think that even if this was the first sexual experience you shared together you just know each other so well physically. And that thought quickly turns into another round of making love.

▶︎ D (Half Moon) (feat Gaeko)

Laying in your bed and staring at the celling you sigh. Things with Sicheng were going great and then you had a stupid bickering and now you’re here alone, your head can’t seem to form a thought and you just feel empty, like half of you is missing.

You get up and go to the kitchen. Inside the fridge you try to find something that will satisfy you but nothing catches your eye. Maybe you’re not hungry then. You decide to grab a beer and move to the living room. Turning on the TV you flip the channels but never stop on any, you can’t seem to focus.

Glancing at your phone you wonder if you should call him, you even pick it up and scroll through you contacts stopping on his.

Dong Sicheng ❤︎

The call button just looks so tempting, but instead you lock your phone and throw it on the couch taking a sip of your beer. It shouldn’t be you crawling back to him, from the way you see it he’s the one who needs to apologise. So why do you feel like this?

Looking out the window you see a half moon in the starry sky and that’s exactly how you feel, a half something missing its other half. Your mind goes back to the beautiful moments you’ve spend together and you realise that maybe you like him a little bit more than you thought. Maybe you even love him at this point.

Every tick on your wall clock is another wasted second and it gets closer and closer to a point of no return so you get up, pick up your jacket and walk out.

Silence fills up the hallway as you stare at each others eyes when he opens his apartment door to face you that rang his bell.

“I’m s-” Your sentence gets cut off when Sicheng grabs the sides of your face and presses his lips against yours.

You feel your shoulders relax and tug on his shirt to pull him closer. You didn’t even realise you missed him this much.

“Can we just forget it?” He asks resting his forehead on yours.

“Please…” You whimper kissing him again as you two move inside his apartment.

▶︎ What 2 do (feat Crush, Jeff Bernat)

You thought things would get better and they did, but that didn’t last long. The meaningless little fights kept happening and the worst part is you couldn’t understand where most of them came from. Sicheng would just completely shut you off, stop replying to your messages and ignore your calls for days until he decides he wants to be with you again.

After a while you got used to it, pretending to believe his little lies and excuses when he told you he was busy and then you’d see him out. You wanted to believe there was a reasoning behind all of it but deep down you always knew your relationship was doomed.

The last straw was when you saw him with her. The one you thought was buried in his past. The one you thought he healed from. The one you thought you were able to replace.

“Did you have fun?” You ask him the minute he steps into your apartment, quickly avoiding the kiss he tries to give you.

“Hm, you know, the usual.” He shrugs closing the door.

“So it’s usual for you to meet her?” You scoff turning your back to him.

“What are you talking about?” You can’t believe he’s straight up lying to your face.

“There’s no need to cover it up, I saw you.” Taking a deep breath you try to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“What?” He laughs in disbelief. “Are you spying on me now?”

Conversation turns into screaming and you don’t know what else to say to make him understand how he’s been making you feel without him playing the victim once again. You hang on the hope that he’ll turn the conversation around and show you how much you mean to him but then he yells something you never thought you’d hear.

“You said you were different but you’re just like all the other bitches!”

At that very moment you knew it was too late to fix anything between you two, you’re both hurt and certain scars just don’t go away like that. Your hope is gone.

“Let’s just stop.” You say in a calm voice as you sit down on your couch. “I’m tired, Sicheng. I think it’s best if we just break up. And I know you feel the same. So let’s just get this over with.”

He doesn’t say anything and just stands there staring at you as your gaze is glued to the floor, not even having enough energy to look him in the face. When you sigh he takes it as his queue to leave. And when he closes your front door you feel that he closed it on your heart too.

You know you tried your hardest to put him back together but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. Something inside you always told you that but you chose to ignore it. I can change him, such a cliché thought for a silly girl like you. And now here you are, exhausted and heartbroken.

▶︎ bonnie & clyde

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After everything you decided to stay friends. You didn’t work in a romantic relationship but you still had a good connection and neither of you wanted to lose that. And to be honest, the sex was great so you decided to keep that going to. Friends with benefits? Maybe, if that’s all you could have.

Dong Sicheng: sorry, my phone was dead, I just charged it

You: that’s alright

You: you doing anything?

Dong Sicheng: not really, why?

You: I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie or something?

You: I know it’s late, maybe you wanted to go to sleep, we can meet some other time

Dong Sicheng: on my way

It was a wrong choice to keep this going with him, he could never love you back the way you love him but you still want to be there for him. And in lonely nights like this you want him to be here for you. But you know one day you’ll regret it.

“I wasn’t sure if you had any so I brought some beers.” As you open the door Sicheng lifts a six pack your way, black hoodie over his head covering most of his face like he doesn’t want to be recognised.

Settling on the couch you put on “Bonnie and Clyde”, a classic movie you two were always in the mood to watch. Finding a comfortable position you open a can of beer a take a sip, watching from the corner of your eye as he does the same.

Suddenly you feel his arm move around your shoulders and pull you closer to him. Biting your lip to hold in a smile you snuggle to his side.

By the time the six pack is done, you’re already laying on your back as Sicheng hovers you, his lips on yours as your legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer to your body.

Leaning your head to the side you allow him access to your neck as your fingers run through his hair. His hand snakes its way inside your shirt, cupping your bare breast underneath, as his hips roll against yours.

You can feel his boner press against your core, arousing you even more, so you push him back to sit on the couch and straddle his lap. Grinding on him at your own pace you bring your lips back together while his hands move to cup your ass, dragging your skirt to uncover it.

Sliding a hand between your bodies, Sicheng unbuttons his pants and pushes them down just enough to free his hard dick. He strokes it a few times and rolls a condom that he had on his pocket before pushing your panties to the side and aligning himself with your entrance.

Good thing you’re always wet for him because he pushes himself inside you with no warning making you lean your head back with a groan as shooting and explosion sounds come from the TV. He attacks your neck once again while his hands return to your ass, grabbing your cheeks to help you bounce up and down on his cock.

Holding his shoulders for support you moan while you ride him as he constantly hits the sweet spot inside you. You can feel your orgasm approaching and start to move faster but he decides to hold you a little above his crotch, thrusting up and into you instead.

His pace is fast and sloppy and before you know it Sicheng is shooting his seed inside the rubber. Letting his body relax against the couch he makes no effort to finish you off, simply panting as he gets down from his high. So you decide to take matters into your own hands and roll your hips against his. But he grabs you to halt your movements and pushes you off of him.

“We shouldn’t do this anymore.” He says with a straight face taking off the condom and getting up to fix his clothes.

“Why?” You almost whisper watching him as you still sit on the couch right next to where he fucked you just seconds ago.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” He sighs. “I know you still have feelings for me and I’m just gonna keep hurting you if we continue with this.”

“Sicheng, I’m fine.” You get up and walk to him. “We agreed to this remember?”

“I should go.” Not sparing another glance your way he walks out the door.

You know he can see through your lies and that each time you’re together breaks another piece of your heart.

For a week you and Sicheng didn’t speak, text, call, anything. He was clearly letting you know whatever you still had was definitely over but in your mind you still didn’t believe it, like it was a scene from a movie and when it gets to the end everything will be alright.

But it didn’t. You decide to go to his apartment with the lame excuse to give him back the hoodie you borrowed and never returned. In reality you just wanted to check up on him but he doesn’t need to know that. Upon your arrival you see two figures through his bedroom window getting on the bed.

It’s him.

And her.

He told you he didn’t want to hurt you anymore but truth was he just wanted to get back to her.

Turning around you go back home as tears freely roll down your cheeks. You just wanted him to know how much you love him, how much you need him. But now you know it’s really over.

▶︎ Pour up (feat Zico)

Drink, smoke, drink, smoke, drink, smoke…

That has been your life. You never thought you’d be this person but here you are, sitting on your balcony, bottle of scotch in one hand and a full tray of cigarette butts on the floor. You laugh at nothing and yell at the cars that pass on the street, anything that would ease the pain in your heart but nothing seems to do the deed.

Slowly you get up, your hand instantly clashing against the wall for support as your body already feels wobbly. Dragging yourself inside you grab a jacket and put on some shoes, that definitely do not match with your outfit, and head outside.

Clumsy feet make their way into the nearest nightclub that became like a second home for you in the past days. Heading straight to the bar you don’t even need to make your order, the bartender already comes with 3 shots and a cup with almost pure alcohol your way.

Quicker then they come, the drinks disappear inside your mouth in a blink of an eye and you lean your back against the counter observing the crowd. Well, at least you tried because you can’t really focus on any single figure on the dance floor.

But then you see someone who looks exactly like Sicheng or maybe you’re just too drunk. Either way you push yourself from the bar and squeeze your way between the dancing sweaty bodies to get closer to him.

As sensually as you possibly can at this moment and state, you start dancing to the beat of the song that currently plays, moving towards this stranger. Rolling your hips you turn around so your back is against him and rub your ass on his crotch.

He seems to be into it by the way his hands grasps on your hips pulling you even closer as he rubs himself on you too. You can feel his warm breath on your neck after he pushes your hair out of the way and he starts leaving kisses and little bites towards your shoulder.

Turning back around you let your arms wrap around his neck and pull him towards you for a heated kiss. You’re hungry for love so you spare no mercy on his lips, but you just feel numb like you’re not doing anything at wall. Why are you like this?

Y/N.

Confused you separate your mouths and open your eyes, you could swear you heard Sicheng’s voice calling your name. Are you going insane now?

Y/N.

No, you definitely heard something. You turn around when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you ok?” The person asks pulling you away from your dancing partner.

“Taeil?” You finally recognise him.

“I haven’t heard of you for days. I know about Sicheng, I’m sorry… How are you?” He examines your face giving the other guy a dirty glance.

“Can’t you tell?” Your drunken laugh just makes him more worried. “I’m doing just fine. And you know why? Because this guy is getting some tonight. Fuck Sicheng.”

A smirk grows on the stranger’s face as you take his hand and push past Taeil walking towards the exit.

“Y/N, wait!” Your friend calls you but you don’t care and just keep walking.

Messy kisses are shared as you struggle to open your apartment’s door. Finally inside, you waste no time getting both your clothes off as you pull him to your bedroom. After pushing him into the mattress you climb on top of him.

“Someone’s eager to get this d-” He starts to say as you stroke his hardening cock to roll a condom on it.

“Shut up.” You demand straddling his lap and aligning him with your entrance.

Slowly you move down, your pussy swallowing his shaft inch by inch as a moan is dragged off both your mouths. You don’t even feel the stinging pain of your walls being stretched by the stranger’s impressively thick cock as you quickly settle on a good pace to ride him.

The guys hands trace your torso making their way to cup your breasts and suddenly you’re reminded of his touch. The way Sicheng used to touch your body takes over your brain. But you can’t be having these thoughts, not right now, not ever again.

Shaking your head you grab his hands and pin them over his head. But getting closer to his face you see Sicheng, his beautiful features that you miss so much. That brings a smile to your face until you remember when you saw him through the window with her as he unknowingly broke your heart. With a groan you get off the stranger’s lap.

“What are you doing!?” He sounds annoyed.

“Fuck me.” You look over your shoulder as you position yourself on all fours.

Licking his lips, the stranger follows your request by kneeling behind you and quickly getting back inside your hole. He thrusts his hips against yours so hard that he reaches such deep places inside. He’s fucking you so damn good, so why is your mind clouded with Sicheng thoughts?

Shutting your eyes close you try to focus on the knot forming inside you specially when the stranger warns you he’s gonna cum soon, there’s no way you’re letting this bastard get off and leave you hanging. So you take your hand and rub your clit just the right way to get you cumming in seconds.

The way your walls clench around his length instantly makes the stranger fill in the condom with an incredibly sexy moan. He pants a little before pulling himself out of you and removing the rubber. Your body simply falls on the bed, still drunk and now tired.

You don’t even remember him leaving as you open your eyes in the morning, naked and in the same position on the bed, but a blanket covering your body. Getting up you can feel your head pounding so before you take a bath you go to the kitchen to grab a pill. But something in your fridge catches your eye.

That was fun, call me again sometime, Jaehyun (the one from last night)

Reading the note that’s followed by his number you chuckle. If only you weren’t so lost in Sicheng you might have given this Jaehyun guy a chance.

▶︎ And you? (Outro)

"It's the police, open the door. Police, open the door! I mean, open the door. I need to talk with you for a moment, can you please open the door? We need to talk to you for a moment... We know you're in there”

"What are you taking?... Is it meds or something?”

"No..."

You angrily stuff another handful of popcorn in your mouth as you try to focus on the movie playing in your TV while your phone keeps buzzing next to you. It’s been like this all night and you just want it to stop. Puffing you finally grab it just to be even more annoyed with the caller.

Dong Sicheng ❌

For the past few weeks you’ve been getting over him. With the help of Taeil you ditched the booze and the cigarettes to focus on you. Since you met Sicheng you started neglecting yourself to focus on him and that only came to cause you pain.

“Y/N…” You finally pick up the phone.

Hearing his tired voice you want to ask him how he’s doing, if he’s happy with her, if it was worth it to get back with her. But you don’t.

“What?” You deadpan ask him.

With time you understood Sicheng is nothing but trouble. And you deserve so much better than that.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 6

Biting/Marking - Winwin

!sub Winwin

Sicheng has been extra bratty today. Talking back at you repeatedly, not answering your questions, and ignoring your warnings about his misbehaviour too.

It isn’t like him, he is usually such a sweet and obedient boy, forever mesmerised by you, staring with his widened and lost-looking eyes, but not today.

You are not sure what to make of it, a little taken aback by the seemingly sudden change. You rack your brain to think of anything that you could have done to trigger this, but you can’t come up with a reason at all.

“Baobao,” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist as you move to stand behind him, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Sicheng leans back into you, resting his head on your shoulder, and you glance down at him to see him staring up at you with a cheeky grin. This puzzles you even more than before… until it clicks.

He is trying to piss you off, he is asking to be punished in his own pathetic way, he wants something from you but he is too afraid to ask, he never does.

“Nothing,” He mumbles, his breath hitching in his throat as your lips brush against the skin of his neck, “Oh…”

You laugh a little at this, as Sicheng so quickly leans further back into you, a silent beg for more. You oblige, however still observing the fact that he has purposefully gotten on your nerves all day, you have to do something to remind him to behave.

“Ah~” Sicheng whimpers, his knees instantly buckling as you sink your teeth into the flesh at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

You release your grip after a moment, running your tongue over the teeth indents, before moving to suck at his neck instead with the aim to bruise him.

Sicheng moans as you make easy work of marking him, biting and chewing at his skin as he crumples under the pressure, his full body weight leaning into you as you step back toward the wall. Your hands roam his body, his thin clothing hiding nothing from you, his erection clearly noticeable through his grey sweatpants.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong?” You ask him between giving sharp nips to his earlobe, “You seem uncomfortable…”

Sicheng shakes his head, his body jolting as you palm his cock through his pants, causing you to grab him harder. He likes it rough, and you love giving it to him, you love the way he gets so dazed and confused, a whiny, whimpering mess to the simplest of your touches.

“I’m good,” He stutters, his hands reaching behind him to touch you, “Want you, please?”

You make him wait for your answer, biting into his neck again, but still beginning to work his tracksuit pants down, freeing his cock for you to touch. His voice cracks as he pleads for you again, to show mercy, to let him have you, to take him, but still you wait.

“Do you think you’ve behaved yourself enough to be rewarded like this?” You ask him as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, “You’ve been quite naughty today, Dong Sicheng.”

You swear you feel his heart stop as you call him by his full name, something that you reserve to only do when you want him to know he is in trouble. Though of course, you know that he is going to get what he wants because at this point you are desperate for it too, but you want him to feel at least a little remorse for his bad behaviour.

“I’m sorry, jiě,” He mumbles, using your honorific instead of your name, “I didn’t mean it, I promise.”

Of course he tries to use this excuse, and you click your tongue at him in response, not believing a word that he says.

“I think you did mean it, sweetheart,” You reply with a condescending tone, “But you apologised, and today might just be your lucky day, because I accept.”

Sicheng turns his head as much as he can to look at you, eyes widened in shock, clearly as taken aback as you thought he would be, wondering much like you are about him, what has gotten into you today.

“You look so pretty, all marked up, my baobao,” You compliment him, trailing your fingertips over the bruises that adorn his neck, “I think you deserve to feel spoiled tonight, don’t you?”

You guide Sicheng to turn around and face you fully, one hand still on his cock, stroking slowly as to not over excite him, but to help him last longer, and you lean in to kiss him properly for the first time today.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?” You ask, giggling as he nods at you excitedly, “I think I’d like to ride you, if you would allow me the honour, little prince.”

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lustbile · 2 years

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okay so.... imagine winwin losing control cause it's his first time doing it with you in the car (before that he'd say that would be uncomfortable) and now he cant keep his composure and he's frantic and all grabby because he didnt expect it to feel that good

he’d say it would be uncomfortable, and maybe he does actually think that, but he’d also say that because dude it’s sex in a car 👀 the idea would make him kind of nervous. like he’d somehow get you two caught and he doesn’t want to be caught literally with his pants down, but also he would rather die than have someone see you like that. it’s also just the spontaneity of it all that has him on edge and questioning if it’s a good idea.

so when you finally convince him that it will be great and with go off without a hitch, he’s still apprehensive. but he also cannot resist you when you start kissing down his neck. your hands just feel too good trailing all over his body, and the way you grind on top of him has him hypnotized because god just the way your body moves.

he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands and that would have his mind kind of in a loop, so they end up all over your entire body. he’s so rough too just from not knowing what part of you he wants to touch more, but when you kiss him and guide him inside you its like his brain goes radio silence and everything is suddenly exactly how it’s supposed to be

#nct smut #wayv smut #winwin smut #sicheng smut #ask

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todayisreveluv · 2 years

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Dong Sicheng ; Take away

Summary: Sicheng rips your son out of your arms.

Warnings: Cursing, angsty, hurt, yelling at a child, child endangerment. Child abuse. Abuse towards y/n as well, mentions of forced sexual activity

Disclaimer: This is just fiction! I’m sure Sicheng will be a sweet , loving father to his future children! Again THIS IS JUST FICITIONAL WRITING NONE OF IT IS REAL

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

not proofread

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Your son walked through the halls of the large house, he held a toy car in one hand and in his other hand he had a Spider-Man action figure. He walked quietly, looking around for you, looking in every room he passed by. Then he comes to a stop when he’s in front of the large wooden doors.

“D-Daddy’s study…” He talks quietly as he moves closer to the door.

He puts his ear to the door trying to hear for anything then he puts one of his toys down and reaches for the handle. He just wants to see if you’re there.

“What are you doing?” Sicheng speaks from behind the boy.

Your son quickly turns around too see his father looking down at him with a mean glare.

“Who said you can come to my study?” Sicheng furrows his brows.

“I- I-“

“You what?!” Sicheng’s voice booms.

You jump when you hear Sicheng shout, you hear it from the bedroom, fear runs through you when it hits you, Sicheng was yelling at your defenseless child and you were just lounging in bed.

Your legs were weak, between them your core was throbbing with pain, Sicheng was angry at something, you don’t know what,but the only way he was able to relax was by making you take all of him weather you were prepped or not. You wince as you force yourself off the bed, pushing your sundress down to cover yourself. Sicheng shouts again and you whimper forcing yourself to leave the room. You limp as you try to move as quick as you can down the hall, looking for your son and Sicheng.

When you find them Sicheng grabs the boy’s arm and lifts his hand, balling it into a fist.

“No!” You shout as you run to your son, not caring if you were in pain now.

You grab Sicheng’s hand and Sicheng looks back at you. The look he has in his eyes is frightening. You look at your son and his cheeks are red and his eyes are filled with tears, he’s hiccuping and crying at the same time and you can’t help but push Sicheng away with all the strength you had. Sicheng backs away and you drop to your knees in front of your son, taking him into your arms.

He cries hard as he’s pulled into you, his tiny hands grab onto the fabric of your clothes and you hug his tightly holding him.

“M’ s-sowwy, Mommy, ‘M sowwy.” He cries out, burying his face into your chest.

“It’s okay, baby.” You whisper, tears falling from your eyes.

“Y/n.” Sicheng speaks, “Move from him.”

You shake your head, quietly, not wanting to look at the man who made your child cry. You were furious, you were full of hatred towards Sicheng. You wished you never met him, you wished you never agreed to be with him. Damn him, Damn him and his sadistic life style. Why couldn’t he be a normal man who cared for you who loved you, who loved y/s/n. He was his father after all.

“I’m not going to say it again, Y/n.” His voice drops.

You wince as you let your son go to stand up, your son sticks to your side, turning away from his father. He’s more calm now, but he’s still hiccuping. He holds onto you and you hold him, resting one hand on his back.You courageously face Sicheng and you wipe your tears away with one hand.

“I’m not going to move, Sicheng.” You tell him.

“Y/n.” He clenched his teeth.

“No.” You shake your head, steeping back.

Sicheng’s eye twitches then raises his chin.

“Then I’ll move him.” He says before stomping to you both.

You step back and Sicheng, reaches over forcefully grabbing your child’s arm. Your son cries again, gripping on to your clothes. Somehow you manage to get Sicheng’s hand off and you carry your son, holding him close to you.

“Give me the boy, Y/n.” He says, “Give him to me or I’m going to fucking hurt you.”

You keep your arms secured around your son, shaking your head.

“No! Just leave us alone.” You cry, tears falling down your face, “He’s just a child, Sicheng, whatever he did wrong take it out on me-“ You say, “Take it out on me.”

“Oh I fuckin’ will.” He says before reaching over.

It’s a fight with him, you know it’s dangerous holding your son while trying to fight of Sicheng, but you had too, you couldn’t let Sicheng take your child away again. Your arms have gotten so weak that your son holds you tighter. Sicheng notices and eventually grabs the boy from your arms.

Your son screams out, arms reaching out to get back to you. Sicheng keeps a tight hold on his child then hits your hard enough for you to get dizzy and fall. He puts his heavy foot on you keeping you down his shoe digs into your chest and you can’t even breath properly.

“I’ve had it with you, Y/n. It’s time I remind you that you should never go against my word.” He says before getting his foot off you.

You cough and Sicheng storms off with your child, You’re so weak you can’t even move anymore, your vision is blurry and all you’re hearing is muffled sounds of your child screaming, crying, calling for you.

“Y/s/n…” You call weakly.

You attempt to get up, but you fall down. The last thing you remember is the sound of the front door slamming and the sound of and engine starting.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if this is hurtful to anyone.

#nct 127 #wayvsmut #sicheng angst #sicheng scenarios #sicheng #sicheng smut #wayv au #wayv blurbs

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jungwnies · 2 years

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dong sicheng | masterlist

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wingless angel; dsc

act i | act ii | final act 1k celebration masterlist

pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader

words; 7.2k

genre; estabished relationship, college au, ANGST, smut

warnings; DUBCON, toxic relationship, manipulation, sex in a theater, slut shaming (like actually), piv, getting caught, Sicheng is just really nasty okay

preface; this was hard to write, I feel so bad for MC. act iii will be less depressing I promise.

act ii ➻ in my head

Your silence was going on for far too long. Any longer and the only explanation would be you hiding or realizing something. It was a little bit of both. Why did you like Dong Sicheng?

Sicheng was one of those people who were cool in high school and college, when the average person cared less about how they were perceived. At least a little. You were no longer sweating in the middle of history class, surrounded by giggling popular kids and stressing about whether your limbs looked awkward. You weren’t an idiot, though. You realized that you were on the ground, along with the majority of the students on campus. Sicheng and everyone he associated with? Leisurely floating among the sun and the clouds, not even sparing a glance at anyone below.

All your life you felt insignificant. Like you could scream and no one would hear a sound. It never bothered you until it came to crushes, and walking into your university’s orientation gave you one of the most debilitating crushes yet.

There he was, vibrating at a different frequency. By this time, every crush would notice your eyes boring into the side of their head. Not Sicheng. He had never looked at you once throughout your first year. Your crushes didn’t last long. They’d end up angry about your constant staring and chew you out, or their friends would tease them into declaring their disdain for you. All of your crushes came crashing down in a huge fire, ending with you sobbing alone in your bedroom. With Sicheng it was strangely quiet.

Your second year, you got into a relationship with Kun. It distracted you for a moment. You quickly realized you’d receive no affection there. The summer after, you broke up with Kun. It was messy and draining. You felt like a zombie. Waking up at three in the afternoon, going to the library, staying there until it closed.

One night, you happened to glance to your right. That’s when you finally caught his eyes. You were locked into his gaze as he flashed you a smile.

“Hey.” Sicheng whispered, propping his head up with his palm.

“Hey.”

You looked calm, but you felt like you were floating. You must’ve had dark circles accompanied by some pretty defined bags, but that didn’t matter. He saw you. He was talking to you. That night was the first of many where you were shoved into a bookcase in the back corner of the library with Sicheng’s hungry lips everywhere your skin was exposed. You had new marks to show off daily. Kun’s disgusted glare at you from across the lecture hall was just a bonus. His words rang in your ears.

“Have you no respect for yourself?”

Sicheng let the wings Kun continuously clipped flourish. He changed you for the better. The sad part was that people didn’t understand that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. He’s good to me.” You say, exasperated. They clearly stated this wouldn’t be an intervention.

“…Does he?” Aeri questions, skepticism evident on her face. With your body language growing more closed off by the second, she’s quick to expand on her question. “Sicheng is infamous for treating his girlfriends like shit.”

“That may be true, I’m not denying that, but who’s to say he hasn’t changed?” You cringe as soon as the words leave your mouth. You sound like every human who’s ever been in denial of their toxic relationship.

“I am. I am to say. Bro, he literally has a pattern of behavior. It’s not that he just vaguely treats them badly. First, he only goes for virgins. You know for a fact that’s a waving red flag.” Jimin speaks up, twice as annoyed as you are. Not an intervention your ass. You were supposed to watch a movie, are you a TV all of a sudden?

“Second, he always coerces them to fuck and makes a big deal out of “taking their innocence”. That’s waving red flag number two. Are you seriously not seeing these?”

“Woah, there was no coercion! It was a consensual exchange!” It’s not the most graceful, but you manage to avoid the question. No amount of beating around the bush could stop the question from seeping into your subconscious.

“Oh god, so you guys already had sex?” Minjeong whispers before they all give you a look of uneasiness. You groan.

“Yes! We, two consenting adults who have been in a relationship since the summer had sex! What’s so bad about that?” You erupt, defending yourself like a cornered defenseless animal.

“You really wanna know?” Jimin grits her teeth, becoming visibly restless.

“Jimin…” Minjeong rests her hand on her leg and pleads with her eyes. Jimin can’t see any of the three pairs of eyes begging her to be merciful, though.

“No, I wanna know. I asked, didn’t I?” You push hesitantly. Jimin is a friend, but you’ve seen what her words have done to others. Never would you have thought she’d aim at you. She wouldn’t…

“Fine. You wanna be stubborn? I can force you to see the reality of the situation-”

“Just say it already!”

“Why else would Sicheng choose you?!” Jimin shouts. Your mouth falls open, feeling as if her words knocked the wind out of you. The other three quickly work to patch up the wound she left behind.

“Jimin! What the hell?” Says Aeri before rushing to your side, pushing Jimin to the end of the couch.

“She didn’t mean that…” Minjeong soothes in a hushed voice.

“I think what she meant to communicate was that Sicheng was preying on… he was using how you see yourself against you.” Yizhuo attempts to cautiously diffuse the situation. You laugh dryly. All this time you thought your friends just happened to be much prettier than you are. Now you’re witnessing how they’ve always seen you.

“I-I’m gonna go.” You say shakily, standing from the couch. Everyone except Jimin tries to convince you to stay.

“Let me guess, you’re going to see him.” Jimin shakes her head at you. You don’t even spare her a glance.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Aeri glares at Jimin before looking back at you. “Please sit down, she should’ve never said that.”

“Go ahead! Keep babying her. See where it lands her.”

As tears threaten to spill you try to leave before you let her see you cry.

“Wait!” Minjeong grabs your arm. “Please, just hear us out. We only want what’s best for you.”

You pause before slipping your arm from her grasp. Staying there felt like a constant reminder of how you’ve been seen all your life. As you open the door Jimin yells after you one last time.

“At least answer this. Does he take you out on nice dates? Buy you nice things? Hell, does he even fucking compliment you? If not, how is he making you feel good?”

“H-he… of course he does!” You turn back, only to be faced with four rounds of skepticism.

“If the only way he makes you feel good is physical, you’re not his girlfriend. You’re a sex doll.”

Like pulling away from a fire before it scorches you, you retreat, slamming the door behind you.

What was the goal of that exchange? To make you feel like shit? To show you how pathetic they think you are? How could they, people you considered your friends?

As soon as Sicheng knocks on the door, you swing it open and rush to wrap your arms around him. You sob into his chest, waiting for the warmth of his embrace to consume you so you could distract yourself.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck, his voice is so dry. In your frustration, all you can focus on is the rain pouring down beyond the eaves of your house. The overwhelming smell of drenched Earth and the dreary skies beyond Sicheng’s shoulders keep pulling you back to reality.

“My friends, they… really hurt me today.” You say quietly, feeling embarrassed of your overwrought emotions now. He pushes you away to smile down at you.

“Who cares what they think, remember?”

The guilty feeling in your chest was still there from the first time you said it, but it was fading quickly. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Good, now get dressed, I’m taking you out.”

A wide grin spreads across your face.

“Babe! Hurry up!” Sicheng whines, drawing out each word unnecessarily like a child. You giggle, watching yourself in the mirror as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup. You smile at your reflection, finally satisfied enough to show him.

“Okay! I’m done.” You yell as you open your bedroom door. Your lip quivers as you wait for his reaction. He glances over with a smile to match the one you failed to contain. You feel light fill your chest.

“I thought maybe you took too long, but we could probably sneak in a quickie and be on time.”

Your smile fades a bit more noticeably than you’d like. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks from the couch. You shrug, feeling stupid now. “Come on.” He says with a leery look. “Tell me.”

“It’s just… do you like it…” Your voice is so quiet it’s almost inaudible.

“What, how you look?” The way he asks makes your expression sour further. Flat, no emotion. Almost like he was annoyed by being asked to consider your efforts. “Why? Did you wear this for me?”

You nod sheepishly. He exhales slowly through his nose before beckoning you closer. When you’re in reaching distance he pulls at the hem of your dress. “This is perfect.” He smirks before biting his lip. You smile back, a thank you right on the tip of your tongue before he speaks again.

“Easy access…” He trails off before flipping your dress up and revealing your lacy underwear. You gasp, pulling the fabric from his fingers.

“What pretty underwear.” He chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. Your heart is racing, and not because he’s being crude or getting you aroused. You’re completely, and utterly embarrassed. Every second you spent in your room agonizing over what clothes to wear and how much makeup to apply, you spent thinking of him. And all he’s worried about is how easy it’ll be to fuck you.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you consider his side. The two of you haven’t seen each other over the entire weekend since he was out of town. He’ll be back to normal after you have sex. Back to what you usually do…

“Babe.” Sicheng snaps you out of your thoughts. “Let’s just go now, okay?”

“Okay.”

He holds you by your waist, stopping to look closer at your face. You stare back confusedly. “D’you have on makeup?”

Look at you, jumping to conclusions and doubting your boyfriend. He’s taking you on a date for god’s sake. And now he’s recognizing the effort you put in for him. In his defense, maybe he couldn’t see from afar.

“Yeah, do you like it?” You ask hopefully, prying your heart to the over-exposed state it’s usually in.

“I mean, it’s fine, but we’re going to the movies. It’s gonna be dark.” He chuckles, looking at you like a silly child. He pats your ass before maneuvering you off of him.

“Let’s go.”

You were lost in thought the entire car ride. At least you were actually seeing a movie like you were promised. You fidget with your phone in your lap, popping it in and out of its case.

Couldn’t he at least have told me I looked pretty?

The thought brought about a tightness in your chest. You force yourself to look out of the window, trying to distract yourself from the rising unease.

“Are you okay?” Sicheng turns down the radio, removing a layer of distraction. You wouldn’t be able to stabilize your trembling voice so you just nod. He’s quiet for a moment, leaving the volume lowered to cause you just that much more suffering.

“Hey, uh, I forgot to tell you! I was talking to a couple girls last week,”

You could feel spite gnawing at your brain. Why must he insist on being so oblivious to how he makes you feel? Him being utterly dense was the favorable answer as opposed to something more purposeful. But that’s downright depraved, and it’s silly to even consider that. What would he gain?

A sex doll.

The thought flares up your anxiety tenfold. You hurriedly roll the window down and gasp in the air.

“They told me how good we looked together. You know, as a couple?”

You slowly turn to face the windshield before turning again to look at your boyfriend. He looks back at you, face painted in confusion.

“Her friend said she was jealous of what we have.” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk before concentrating on the road. You expected to see him crack an amused smile at that assertion. You wouldn’t blame him, you felt the same way. The devastating realization came when you were standing together in the mirror, checking out your matching costumes. He didn’t comment on it, but it was so obvious. Next to him, it was much more apparent just how unexceptional you were. It was like the main character standing next to an extra.

“Girls from our university said that?”

Sicheng laughing at your confusion rather than the statement about your relationship wasn’t adding up in your brain.

“Yeah. Why not?”

What were you going to do, tell him you thought the two of you didn’t match? All that would do is reveal your poor self-esteem. It’s pitiful, and would probably make him uncomfortable.

“Oh, nothing. That’s really sweet.” You say with phony nonchalance.

“It really is. It’s about time people start acknowledging how awesome we are.” He’s smug about it, but it was doing it for you. You smile over at him and he smiles back.

So when you get to the theater, you’re not pissed off that his hand makes its way under your skirt. You don’t scold him as he fucks his fingers into you. And you allow him to pull you onto his lap. You ignore that this was the reason you sat in the very back corner.

“Look at you,” He grunts in your ear as he haphazardly pushes your panties to the side. “being so nasty for me.”

You’ve been worked up since he said that in the car. His teasing didn’t make it any better.

“You’re so worked up already. Should I pull over? Nah, I think I should make you wait.”

And he was true to his word, no matter how much you begged him to at least let you grind against his palm. So you were letting him fuck you in public. If only Kun could see you now. The thought makes you clench down on him.

“Fuck- baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Why are you being so obscene, hm?” He digs his fingers into your bare thighs as his hips snap against you. You bite your lip, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

“You make me so horny.” You whimper pitifully before leaning your head back against his shoulder. You can feel his cock twitch inside you after saying that. He’s always loved when you admit how much you want him to fuck you. The effect is stronger whenever it comes packaged with a little shame, which is why you expected something along the lines of his next words.

“Do you have no shame?” He growls into your ear. That word choice, however, was not at all what you expected. You gasp louder than you intend, hips bucking into the air as you clench your thighs. A couple moviegoers turn, their faces morphing in disgust or surprise once they see you squirming in his lap. They all whisper, some quickly averting their eyes while others enjoy the show. “Baby, look at what you’re doing.” He whispers as if he himself is appalled.

The shame comes crashing over you like a ton of bricks. Your face is red hot and you hide your face in his neck. Still, you don’t stop. Your relationship with Kun would’ve made you think you could never handle being humiliated, let alone be aroused by it. Your experience with him solidified that you thrived off of affection and unconditional love only. But with how wet you are around his cock, that can’t be right.

You whine, whimper, and groan as you fuck yourself on his cock. “I-I just wanna make you feel good.” You sob before a chorus of short, soft gasps erupt from your throat. You’re so close.

“I can’t believe you’re about to cum in front of all these strangers.” He keeps up his dismayed act, even as he lewdly rubs your clit. Pushing your thighs apart so he can vigorously stroke it from side to side. There’s no way most of the theater can’t hear how wet you are. “Is this who you are? My baby’s a filthy whore.” His voice wavers. His thrusts are more sporadic and you can tell he’s about to cum inside you in the theater. It’ll probably drip onto the seats.

“You’re really okay with me filling you up? Here? Baby…”

“No! W-we’ll make a mess-”

“But a girl like you is okay with that, right?”

“No… I’m a good girl.” You say almost inaudibly.

“Hm… okay, princess.” He says reassuringly. For a second you calm down, slowly grinding against him, ready to pull off and finish this later. The movie’s almost over anyway. Then Sicheng grips your hips harshly. His breath is erratic as he bucks into you. The lewd moan that sounds next to your ear tips you off to what’s about to happen. Before you could voice your protests, he fills you up, his skin slapping against yours loudly as he does. The shock brings you down from your high fast. You have that same feeling when he flipped your skirt up in your living room.

Complete and utter embarrassment. And there was nothing sexy about it now. You gasp as you clench your legs together. You work fast to pull him out of you and fix your underwear. You stand up and whip around, inspecting the seat. He chuckles at you and you look at him in disbelief.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” As he speaks, his amusement diminishes and is replaced with that familiar brand of annoyance he gives you. You want to berate him, tell him how stupid it is that he doesn’t know what’s wrong. You want to storm out and catch an uber home. Then it hits you. You did this to yourself.

Weren’t you just the one riding him where people could see? Continuing when you knew they were looking? As the memory of people reacting to you floods your brain, the shame racks through you like lightning.

The lights come up and people in the theater start leaving their seats. To your horror, whistles and laughter start to fill the theater. You turn to see men making lewd gestures at you and clapping at you with debauched looks on their faces. The women either laugh at you or scowl at you in disgust. Your heart sinks as you watch them with dread in your eyes.

When you feel Sicheng’s arm around you, you shrink into him, wishing his figure could somehow cover you up completely. He walks you out of the auditorium without a word. The pit of your stomach feels like it’s squeezing and turning. You feel afraid to look at him. You make it all the way out of the theater with no words. Maybe he really does think you’re disgusting. You wished you could say you didn’t feel the same.

The moment he lets go of you to get in on the driver’s side you feel cold. You keep your head down as you enter the car. As the door shut you feel like you can’t breathe. What if he decides that after what happened he doesn’t want anything to do with you?

Midway into the drive, you gather the courage to slowly peek over at him. He has a smile on his face, one that you’d go out of your way to describe as satisfied. You exhale slowly and sink into your seat. He peers over at you.

“You were great today.”

You feel your heart swell, you eat up every ounce of praise. Even when you weren’t as vulnerable as you felt now.

“I fucking love when you get all insecure and defensive.”

This time you don’t make an effort to stop your face from falling. He couldn’t just let you have it. Have one moment you could cherish with your dear boyfriend. And could he hear himself? How could anyone say those words to someone they’re supposed to care so deeply about? It’s so unlike you to question him, but you just need to know.

“Why?”

Maybe it was the utter confusion apparent in your voice that made Sicheng frown. “Why? I don’t know… It turns me on.” It was apparently his turn to be defensive now.

Sicheng’s arm around you made you feel secure, safe from the scrutiny and nauseating attention that made you feel like grimy trash. Now that you know he enjoyed seeing you suffer through that, it tainted the memory for good. You weren’t secure at all. If any of those men made an effort to try something, would your negative reaction arouse him?

“How… How is that arousing?” You ask in disbelief. You didn’t want to fight, but this admission from him was warping everything you thought you knew about him.

“Babe.” He says, throwing your disbelief back at you. “Come on. Everyone has kinks. Maybe it’s a little weird, but most kinks are! Plus, it’s not like you didn’t know.”

You snap your head in his direction, frantic eyes taking in the way his eyes roll at your bewilderment. “What?! You did know!”

“Knew how?” You want to shout at him, but you can’t muster the strength.

“Our first time together, your first time, I was pretty candid about what I liked. I slut shamed you and you seemed to like it, so what’s the problem here?”

“That’s different! You calling me a slut in the privacy of my bedroom and you getting turned on by me experiencing genuine shame while being watched and judged by strangers is wildly different!” You finally build the courage to scream at him. His silence makes you immediately regret it. He just watches the road, letting you suffer in silence while you try to decipher what he’s thinking.

“I can’t understand why you’re screaming. I misjudged the situation and made a mistake. I don’t think I deserve to get reamed for that.” He muttered. This is the first time you’ve seen the annoyance overtake him. It makes the feeling that you're being unreasonable overtake you.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“We’re here.”

The car halts in front of your house. You didn’t know how to tell him or if you should, but you didn’t want to leave.

“Can…” You start, feeling hopeless before you even get the words out. You sigh and shut your eyes. “Can you come in with me.” You ask apprehensively. It’s clear through your voice that you already expect him to say no, but after you got it out of the way you felt a bit of relief. The thought of going upstairs and sleeping in a cold bed honestly scared you. Especially after your rollercoaster of emotions tonight. But that wasn’t going to happen. You were going to go up together and everything was going to be fine.

“No. You need some time to cool off.”

His words linger in the air as a lump forms in your throat. The click of the door unlocking echoes in your mind. You sat on the end of your bed for hours, letting the TV play in the background so you felt less alone with your thoughts.

He’s angry at you. And it’s your fault. Your back started to ache from the awkward angle you sat in. More hours drag by as you lie on your bed and stare at the wall. What if he realizes you never deserved someone like him? Or if he never speaks to you again? You try to imagine your days without him and they feel empty and grey.

It’s five a.m and you lug yourself to the bathroom. When you turn the light on you feel tears start to well. Look at you. This is what he’ll see when he looks back at photos of the two of you, deliberating on whether he should keep you around or not. Then he’d leave, and you’d be back to your old self.

What were you going to do?

Your dream was distressing enough. What stressed you out more was that you opened your eyes and someone was still yelling your name. Once you hear the loud knocks on your door, your eyes snap fully open. You stumble trying to step right into your slippers out of bed but push on. You recognize the voice by now. As you swing open the door all the worry that loomed over you immediately clears up.

“Sicheng, I’m so sorry.” You shout right out of the gate.

“Where were you? I was calling and texting you all morning.” He looks upset, and maybe this was your brain on serotonin, but it seemed to be out of concern for you.

“I was here, I uh… I slept in.” You don’t even bother checking the time or worrying about what you slept through. You’re just glad he didn’t leave you alone.

“Through your morning classes?” He asks skeptically.

“Yeah, missing one class isn’t the end of the world.” You shrug, still jittery from the high his presence gave you.

“You… weren’t with someone else?” He asks as he steps closer, looking down at you. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“God, I’m so glad to see you.” The overwhelming urge to hug him takes over as you wrap your arms around his waist. He chuckles and kicks the door closed before hugging you back. You melt into his embrace.

That afternoon, the morning after, and the dawn of the next day you were all over each other. It felt like the beginning, when he would cover you in hickies and moan your name without actually having sex. Even now when you’re riding him like your life depends on it, he’s still managing to match your desperation.

“You’re so good for me, gonna make me cum inside you again.” He mumbles against your lips as he squeezes your ass. He pulls you down hard, making his cock shoot deep inside you again. You fall forward onto his shoulder with a loud moan. Your hips kick forward and smear your combined fluids amongst both your upper thighs. Sicheng’s moans sound prettier than they’ve ever been. Your walls constricting around his shaft demonstrate just how much they’re affecting you. You’ve been grinding into his lap for two rounds now and you weren’t gonna keep it up for much longer. “My legs are getting tired.” You whine next to his ear. You hoped he’d just flip you around and take over, but you groan when he laughs.

“I know you have it in you. I can feel how turned on you are, just give it to me like I know you can.” He encourages mockingly, cooing and awing next to your ear. When you whimper he slaps your ass. It was harder than you expect and you hiss as the sting lingers. “Come on baby.” His voice deepens suddenly, making you squeeze again. Your hips stutter as you try to fight the exhaustion coming on. He tsks before sighing disappointedly.

“You must be letting the slut out for someone else, huh?”

There goes that accusatory tone again. After what happened the night of the movie, you’ve felt less turned on by his taunting. You find yourself wondering if his affinity for your discomfort stops outside of sex.

You lean away, looking into his eyes with conviction and state loud and clear, “I’m not.”

He seems taken aback, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth suggests he’s still having fun. “Oh yeah? Your slutty pussy only gets wet for me?” He leans closer, goading you. You blindly fall for it.

“You're my boyfriend, why would I cheat on you?!” You raise your voice but he doesn’t flinch. His face is still close, in fact he gets closer. You think he’s gonna kiss you but he just continues this little game.

“Maybe I’m not enough to satisfy how loose you’ve become.” His straight face, save for the hint of disgust, made you feel he wasn’t just saying it because it turned him on. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. The thought of disgusting him snuffed out your passion to challenge him. You didn’t want to drive him away.