#wong hendery x reader

[meiideryz]

how wayv's first kiss with you would be like

pairing: wayv x reader

kun

after a romantic dinner. he drives you home from taking you to your date with him at a fancy dinner he had arranged, wanting you to show how he really loves you and would want to take the relationship into the next step. he walks you to the front porch of your house, standing near the doorstep. before he says goodbye, he says how much he enjoyed the date, and you say the same. there is a still sound of silence of him staring at you. then, he leans in to capture your lips to his. the rhythm of your mouths moving against each other is slow, but good enough for the both of you to feel the butterflies in your stomachs. he smiles at you when you pull away, and then his hand reached for your own, kissing the back of your palm before he leaves the neighborhood. kun will never forget such a memorable moment.

ten

during a game of spin the bottle. at first he laughs, staring at the empty wine bottle landing in your direction. with the rest of the players anticipating, he isn't afraid to back out. he hates being called a coward. he makes no hesitation before smashing his lips against yours. there's still the taste of alcohol both of you consumed just moments ago. besides the liquor, he also feels drunk with the way he keeps pressing his lips deeper and his tongue swiping on your bottom lip as a permission for more access. ten merely forgets the audience watching him, focusing entirely to make you feel good and pleased. when he pulls away, he gets a good view of your lips, smeared and coated with his own saliva, and lipstick smudged from the corners of your mouth. seeing you in that state gives him a satisfied look on his face, a smug creeping up from his lips.

winwin

saying goodbye to him. sicheng is given the opportunity to finally pursue the passion he loves, but it hurts him to know that he needs to leave where he already finds and calls home—you. both of you stand before the pane glass doorframes of the airport, sicheng's hand holds onto the handle of his luggage, while the other never leaves yours. it's all going too fast. the grip on your hand tightens. you notice the way he's trying to hold to his emotions, how hard he's trying to stifle his sobs. he feels you return the same tightness on his hand, assuring him that everything will be fine. a hand slowly creeps up to gently touch his already stained cheeks. he's going to miss you, so much. sicheng's hand clasps around the hand where you touch him, pulling it down. and there, you feel his plump lips on yours. it's trembling, and of course, it's sad. you don't tell him to stay through your reciprocation, but instead, it tells him to go, to chase what he loves.

xiaojun

acting out a kiss scene. it's the first rehearsal of the play the casts are going to act in, including the two of you. it's no surprise when both of you find out to be the leads of the play. dejun thinks that it will go as smoothly as possible, given the fact that the two of you are comfortable with each other of everything, and you think so too. as all of you are reading the script, the director reminds you of the kiss scenes, so when the actual practice came, dejun tells himself that the kiss is and only for professional purposes. he composes himself before standing in front of you with a smile. you say your lines, enunciating them word for word with feelings to embody the character as he does the same. his hands reaches for your own just like what it says on the script, and wasting no time, he plants a kiss on your lips. you don't move, but he feels his stomach doing the somersaults. all he can think about at this very moment is your soft lips, your grip on his hand tightens, your eyelashes tickling his cheeks—then it's all gone when you pull away. looking at each other for a few seconds, a sudden fit of laughter bursts out from the two of you. both of you suppress your giggles when the director yells, telling you and dejun to stop laughing and concentrate on the script.

hendery

out of curiosity. he stares at you with a surprised expression on his face after hearing you ask how a kiss feels like. it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss someone as he had gained experiences from previous relationships, and clearly this was your first. his mind go dizzy when you ask him to kiss you. he isn't sure if it's only his mind playing him, but with a couple slaps across his face, it's not a dream. before kissing you, hendery makes sure to ask if you're still okay with the idea, never forgetting to seek for your consent. with a hand on your neck and the other to cup your cheek, your lips are on his. the lingering touch of your hands on his chest traveling around his neck causes him to smile in between the kiss. he also makes sure that you're satisfied with the kiss he shares with you, in a way that will make you feel good and relieve to know that you just had the best first kiss ever given by your own friend. hendery can't seem to sleep the following nights, replaying the scene over and over again, as he starts to fall in love with you.

yangyang

in the heat of the moment. he understands why you're mad at him for completely ruining your date with a person you recently talked to. yangyang warns you over again that the guy isn't good for you, that his background isn't something that's worth to be with. he watches you pace around the room, telling him that he has no right to deny a relationship you want to have, telling him that he should mind his own business. he couldn't do that. he knows what's best for you because he cares for your happiness. if it weren't for him, you will be trapped in a toxic unbearable relationship that might emotionally and mentally break you. what he wants for you to realize that there is one who could actually treat and love you better—him. yangyang grabs you by the shoulders, snapping you out. you break free from his tight grip, wanting to turn around and leave the room. that is until you feel his hand tug your arm back to face him as he finally smashes his lips against yours. the kiss is nowhere near sweet and full of passion. it's rough, lips smacking against each other, teeth scraping the skin and muscle of your tongues, and short hot breaths filling the quiet room. he's angry, you're angry, but neither of you pull away.

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[writemekpop]

Naughty Boy | Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Summary: Your naughty boyfriend Hendery gives you a hickey.

Genre: Boyfriend!Hendery, fluff

Word Count: <1k

You were leaning over the bathroom sink, putting the finishing swipes of mascara on your lashes.

You swept your hair to the side. You noticed a small bruise on the side of your neck.

“A hickey?” you shouted. “Really, Hendery? What are you, twelve?”

Your boyfriend Hendery sauntered into the bathroom.

He was naked, apart from the faded boxers that sat dangerously low on his slim hips. He had a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, and his chestnut hair was in disarray.

Hendery smirked, mouth full of toothpaste.

“That’s right, baby, wear me on your neck like that.”

“What were you thinking?” You groaned, patting your neck fiercely with foundation. “You know I have an important meeting today.”

“It was an accident,” Hendery said, coming up behind you and wrapping his strong, muscled arms around your body. He leant in towards your ear. “Plus, I didn’t hear you complaining when I was giving it to you last night.”

You let out a small sigh. You could still remember the feeling of Hendery’s plump lips kissing every inch of your skin. You could still remember the thrill as he grabbed your ass and locked your hips with his. You could still hear his heavy breaths in your ear.

You opened your eyes, looking at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You gazed at Hendery’s tanned arms, his broad shoulders. You marvelled at the handsome, imperfect man that was all yours.

You spun around and pushed your mouth onto Hendery’s. He kissed you back eagerly, pressing his hips against yours.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” Hendery said, between kisses.

You caught Hendery’s lower lip between your teeth, earning a growl from him.

“We’ve got six minutes,” you said. “Think you can work with that?”

Hendery grabbed your waist and picked you up, holding your entire weight with one arm. Your heart soared.

Hendery grinned. “You bet.”

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[swee7dream]

wayv as agere caregivers ! caregiver!wayv x regressor!reader

genres sfw age regression content, fluff warnings rly sappy nicknames used dni nsfw / kink author's note i need to put this out before anything else otherwise i'll be so lost when i write more vision stuff . this is basically for me to reference in advance . tag list @mystarsohee @cupofwyn @iwontlettheselittlethingsslip @aeriaeri ( comment / ask to join :D or be removed D: )

qian kun (ó㉨ò)

so sweet and so gentle :(

he’s so kind you can’t even THINK of going against his requests

makes mealtimes fun even if his tiny struggles with them for any reason

finds grapes in your ear! how did that happen? who put that there? oh well, you might as well eat it

always holding your hand or pinky

just loves to rest his cheek on top of your head or shoulder and watch as you play with your toys, chuckling softly as he hears you to talk to and as them

he’s a little stiff when it comes to playing but you can tell he’s doing his best so you’re not saying anything!

he accidentally sits on one of your stuffie and he holds it up and away from him in a panic, not knowing what the appropriate reaction is. does he apologize to you? to the toy? what is it called again? oh no…

very old-fashioned kind of caring

prioritizes you getting all your tasks done before doing anything fun

you begin to grumble but quickly stop when you turn to see him going (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) and so you bite your tongue

gives you little pieces of candy throughout the day to reward you for doing chores (and so you don’t complain)

loves feeding you! you can insist all you want but he’s making sure your plate is squeaky clean by the end of lunchtime.

“i know you can do it yourself, baby. but kun-kun wants to. won’t you let him? pretty please?”

calls you little bird and teases you as he wipes your face clean of any applesauce or animal cracker crumbs

big big big helper. helps pack your bag, tie your shoes, pick out an outfit, all with your permission first of course. and how could you deny him when his eyes are sparkling like that?

the inventor of headpats, actually

li yongqin ≽ܫ≼

MEAN.

ok not actually but he’s actually such a tease! the biggest tease in all of nct, i wanna say. there’s johnny, one step up is yuta, and a BIG gap after him is ten

makes everything a competition but makes sure to keep the victories 50/50

who can wash their face the fastest! who can tie their shoes the fastest! who can put away more clothes!

when you first told him he… did not react the best. he thought you were joking :( he made a couple jokes before realizing no, you were 100% serious

immediately apologized while also trying to figure out if you were crazy or not. he decided that you are, but in a cool way so he stuck around

it was a process, but with many (MANY) q&a sessions and research he was chill about it

he was never against it, just confused

but once he gets comfortable in his role as caregiver (read: evil older cousin/uncle) he’s super supportive, a very tough love kind of guy

unlike kun, doesn’t like making your decisions for you. highly encourages you making your own decisions even if, or especially if, it ends up making you look like you just hopped off the first bus out of clownville, silly city

‘silly’ and ‘goof’ are his defaults for you. ur just a silly, goofy baby!

when you’re super uber tiny, he likes breaking ur brain and putting the triangular prism block in the square hole

“how did you do that…” “no one will ever believe you”

dance parties all day, every day, from sunrise to sundown, until you’re both passed out on the floor

sometimes you wake up but when you’re in so deep you sleep through the night, ten’ll make sure to get you in bed, wiping the sticky leftover feeling of sweat off your face and arms with some baby wipes

dong sicheng ⋌(˚͈v˚͈)⋋

be so nice to him

i’m serious!!!

at the beginning he’s so, so nervous. he’ll never ask but the look in his eyes always reads as ‘oh my god am i doing this right please tell me this is right’

he’s kind of quiet. very easygoing

happy to just stay in and do puzzles with you (or maybe just watch if you don’t like sharing) but also okay with having a full-blown princess party where you both get dressed up and you do his makeup

can never say anything mean ever

it’s kind of funny to see all the different ways he avoids saying the word ‘no’

“winnie like it?” ”my eyes are so… scribbly. very avant garde” ”what’s that?” ”…it just means pretty, sweetheart.”

the best for the not-so-good days, even if he says he’s not

holds you in his arms and rocks the two of you as you sit on his lap, sniffling and leaving your tears on his shirt. blows your nose for you (because he loves you, but you’re not getting snot on him) and presses kisses to the top of your head

he doesn’t speak much but when he does it sends you into fits of giggles

he knows his power too! specifically uses it to distract you when you’re eating so he can he steal some of your food :P

when you told him about your regression he just stared at you with a blank stare that got you so nervous you just rambled and rambled for who knows how long until he interrupted you all of sudden, hand out like a crossing guard, and went ‘okay’

that’s it. ‘okay’

you weren’t quite sure what that meant but here you are, playing tea party together in your fairy tent

xiao dejun ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

he’s like a straitjacket

always has his arms around you and his grip is surprisingly strong. you wriggle and kick around but all you’re gonna get is a whiny xiao peppering kisses into your neck

doesn’t like playing pretend. you always scam him :(

he says he’s never playing grocery store again until you pull out the waterworks and he’s back giving his entire pretend wallet for a pack of gum

likes to take you out on walks with bella, carrying a bug of doggy treats, bags, hand sanitizer, and an extra big bag for you to drop all the pretty stones and flowers you find along your trek

also likes to make crafts out of your nature walk finds, leaf stamps, rock pets, etc etc. makes sure to keep them high up on a shelf so neither leon nor louis nor levi nor coco can knock them over

it still doesn’t work :(

has the time of his life playing photobooth with you. almost losing his lungs laughing so hard at all the different filters where his eyes get big like a bug or you’ve suddenly been turned into yoda

called you baby yoda for a solid week before you told him to stop

he still calls you it sometimes under his breath because he just finds it so funny so many months later

disney karaoke nights are WEEKLY

even if you’re not feeling little he’ll just start poking at you like ‘hey :(’ pokes ‘come on’ pokes ‘let’s watch hercules :(’ pokes ‘and sing along :(’ pokes ‘come on :(’

and honestly you do slip and make him have to deal with a bratty baby for a good ten minutes until he pacifies you in a hug with a surprising bear-like grip

loves having matching items with you. his heart melted when you got matching sleep masks and wears it every single night

he doesn’t know you bought them because you’re tired of nearly screaming every time you’re returning to bed after using the restroom and he’s staring dead at you as he snores

wong kunhang ◉‿◉

pink everything.

pink clothes, pink plates, pink dollhouses, pink books, pink socks, pink nails, pink food

strawberry pink cupcakes with strawberry pink frosting and pink sprinkles and strawberry jam in the middle all made in the easybake oven

you get sick of anything strawberry pretty quick (both literally and figuratively), but don’t have the heart to tell dery about the pink…..

very good at coming up with characters on the spot. the number one person you can turn to for names and personalities of new plushies, bought or gifted by him

“what ‘bout this one, dery?” “hmm, well, how about she’s a detective? from space. from a moon far, far away but crash landed on earth! and now she’s trying to gather money to get back home!” “yeah!!!”

but ask him for advice on irl problems and none of that imagination transfers over.

whenever you’re feeling fussy and tearing up kunhang goes crazy

what do you need !!!!! food ??? tea ??? tv ??? cuddles ??? he doesn’t know !!! HERE !!! all at once !!!

u just had a tummy ache from too much ice cream :>

huge cuddler. nothing can stop him

doesn’t feel hindered in the slightest even if you ask to nap with him PLUS all your pillows and blankies and stuffed animals. calls you two the bread slices of a fluff sandwich

little bit of a klutz but loves cutesy, delicate things like hair clips and pretty nails, not just giving but also receiving the princess treatment he’s always determined to give you

likes to let you take your turn first before he tries anything new out of fear of hurting you or doing something the wrong way

that’s why he likes asking lots of questions when you two play makeover. likes learning about your colors you like on your nails, the colors you don’t, the texture and treatment of your hair, everything ! he thinks you’re the most interesting person in the whole wide world <3

liu yangyang ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

gives the vibes of a fun older brother / younger uncle

full of bad ideas but enough common sense to not go through with them 100% (unlike ten)

very sportsy, very energetic, very aNNOYING

soooo cocky and does not give you an advantage even though you’re literally so tiny !!!! like do u mind …….

he’ll leave u eating dust playing mario kart during the first race of the prix and your urge to bite him only gets WORSE as he calls himself the next hit nascar driver UGH

but after some lighthearted teasing and competition has started, he’ll dial it back a little

sings you lullabies and nursery rhymes in literally any language if you ask.

chinese, english, and german are e-z of course but if your native language is one outside of those three (or maybe you’re learning another one!) he’ll try his best to sing a song in that language just for you <3

probably has a yearly pass to the nearest amusement park so u go often and race eye arr el as well. doesn’t ride the roller coasters, though.

holds your bags and waves at you from the ground when you’re going up on the roller coasters, giggling when he sees ur feet dangling off the ground

just likes trips in general, honestly

keeps beach toys in the trunk during the summer, camping gear during the fall, skiing/snowman building things in the winter, and kites and picnic stuff for the spring !

are you feeling sad? let’s go to the park !

feeling sick? you must go to the beach! the doctors from 1800s were so right to send all those noblewomen to the coast and now it’s your turn

cabin fever is never a thing when ur yangie’s baby

didn’t know how to react when you opened up, just listened carefully and quietly and held tight to your hand the whole time.

it felt like you were rambling for hours, but he made sure to let it be known that he didn’t mind

took a little bit to reach your current dynamic, but he’s so so glad you were comfortable enough to share such an intimate part of yourself with him. he can’t imagine a life without his baby !!!!!

author's note hi !! it's been a while ! sorry . i would use The Situation as an excuse but that would be a lie . i've just been facing writer's block this past month PLUS regression block but yk ! i love to do this so i tried to at least put out something . i know it's not great but i hope it's not too bad .

in other news , i went to this new bakery place in my area and tell me why their cheesecake smelled SPOILED ???????? (｡Ó﹏Ò｡) 1O dollars down the drain T.T

i'm reopening my requests again just for inspo ( no full-length stuff yet ) as my older reqs have priority and i'm a girl of my word despite not punctual ......

[ronjunnie]

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[sunshyni]

New Ride | Hendery

♕ Notinha da Sun: SOMETHING COMING OVER ME TONIGHT 💃 Faz um tempo que eu queria escrever com o Dery e finalmente consegui 🙏

Avisos: tá bem cômico, parece que eu joguei “O Diário da Princesa” e “Barbie: Escola de Princesas” num liquidificador, e resultou nessa misturinha!! Me inspirei em “New Ride” do Wayv, e além de membros do nct, mencionei a Giselle e o Suho.

♕ Palavras: 1.2k

Boa leitura, docinhos!! 👑

— Giselle, eu não consigo respirar — você disse à sua amiga, que tinha te colocado em um espartilho terrível que apertava suas costelas de uma maneira que nenhuma crise de pânico tinha feito antes. Um exemplo bem mórbido, mas era assim que sua cabeça funcionava. — Acho que vou chorar.

— Chorar por quê, boba? — Mark apareceu de repente, segurando uma taça de champanhe. Vestido elegantemente com um smoking decorado com pedrarias, ele realmente parecia um príncipe. Mas a questão era: quem ali não parecia um príncipe ou uma princesa? A única pessoa que se sentia deslocada era você.

Sua história era semelhante à de Mia Thermopolis, de “O Diário da Princesa”. Sua mãe era uma artista plástica renomada e seu padrasto, um compositor profissional. Recentemente, você descobriu que seu pai, que havia falecido precocemente antes de você completar 10 anos, também fazia parte desse mundo. Ele havia sido um dos fundadores de uma faculdade prestigiada, distante da civilização, quase como se existisse um mundo à parte, apenas para a elite. Claro, havia os bolsistas, mas a maioria dos alunos eram pessoas da alta sociedade, como Mark e Giselle, com quem você conversava agora.

— Eu preciso estudar um conteúdo que não entendi direito, mas estamos presos nesse evento idiota — você resmungou, pegando a taça de champanhe de Mark e esvaziando-a rapidamente. Sua garganta estava seca pela falta de ar, e aquilo te fazia sentir que desmaiaria a qualquer momento. Por que os humanos eram tão obcecados por cinturas finas?

— Para de ser dramática, até o Haechan tá curtindo a festa — você olhou para o representante de turma, que raramente aparecia em eventos, pois estava sempre estudando. Ele claramente já tinha bebido bastante, pois a gravata estava amarrada em sua cabeça.

— Eu acho que ele... — você começou, observando Haechan com o copo na mão.

— É, ele já perdeu toda a compostura — Giselle confirmou, tocando seu ombro suavemente. — Relaxa e aproveita a festa, vai? Esquece os estudos por hoje. Você é filha de um dos fundadores daqui, sua tonta.

Você concordou com sua amiga, que enlaçou o braço de Mark e descansou a cabeça no ombro dele de forma carinhosa.

— Me leva para dançar — ela pediu com os olhos brilhando. Mark revirou os olhos, mas, como sempre, cedeu.

— Eu ia flertar, mas tá, vamo lá — você sorriu para os dois. Depois de Hendery, eles eram as pessoas de quem você mais gostava ali.

Falando em Hendery... Ele era sua alma gêmea e, provavelmente, a paixonite de metade da instituição. Hendery era o sonho de consumo de qualquer um. Enquanto você preferia ficar no dormitório estudando, ele se envolvia em uma infinidade de esportes, incluindo esgrima, que sempre te deixava suspirando quando assistia a um duelo em que ele participava.

Você gostava dele, e ele parecia gostar de você. Às vezes, no meio de uma aula, ele deixava um doce na sua mesa com um bilhete fofo, elogiando sua confiança ao responder às perguntas dos professores. Você sorria, envergonhada, verificava se ele ainda estava na sala e balançava as pernas debaixo da mesa.

Não demorou para Hendery te encontrar. Vestido formalmente, como todos ali, ele parecia mil vezes mais atraente aos seus olhos.

— Dery, me leva para o dormitório — você pediu, colocando sua taça vazia na bandeja de um garçom que passava. — Eu odeio eventos sociais.

— Eu não vou te levar de volta para a torre, Rapunzel — ele disse, tocando a ponta do seu nariz com o dedo indicador. Você fez uma careta e cruzou os braços.

Hendery e você tinham uma conexão especial. Seus pais tinham sido grandes amigos, e talvez fosse por isso que, sempre que conversavam, parecia que se conheciam desde sempre.

— Mas posso te levar para outro lugar, um lugar mais interessante do que esse — ele continuou, se aproximando um pouco mais, fazendo você levantar o olhar. Hendery amava aventuras. Gostava de cavalgar, de carros esportivos e de acelerar, vivendo sempre intensamente, como se o amanhã não existisse. Você admirava esse lado dele e desejava ser assim também. — O que acha?

Ele te ofereceu a mão, e você fingiu pensar por um momento antes de aceitá-la. Vocês começaram a caminhar em direção ao exterior do castelo, nem parando quando Junmyeon pegou o microfone para falar, passando rapidamente para Kun.

— Você sabe que esse lugar valoriza muito as tradições, né? — Hendery comentou enquanto caminhavam em direção aos estábulos. Você sabia aonde aquilo ia dar, mas decidiu ignorar. Ele não estava realmente pensando em te colocar num cavalo à noite, só com a lua como testemunha, estava? — Mas algumas tradições se perdem com o tempo, e isso é triste, porque geralmente são as mais divertidas.

— Tá, e onde você quer chegar com isso? — você perguntou. Nem se lembrava de que estavam de mãos dadas, mas quando percebeu, suas palmas começaram a suar. Você soltou a mão dele, sentindo o coração e a respiração acelerarem, apesar do espartilho te apertar.

— Nossos pais costumavam fazer corridas a cavalo para desestressar. Era isso que eu queria dizer — ele respondeu, acendendo a lanterna do celular e preparando dois cavalos. Você riu nervosamente, lembrando-se de como subira poucas vezes num cavalo, sempre com medo de cair e bater a cabeça.

— Nem pensar, Hendery — você disse, mas ele já havia segurado sua mão novamente, dessa vez sem pedir.

— Se diverte uma vez na vida, Rapunzel — ele falou, te ajudando a subir no cavalo. Seu corpo parecia leve enquanto ele te levantava pela cintura. Você segurou as rédeas, mas hesitou.

— Hendery, isso não é uma boa ideia... — Antes que ele pudesse responder, o cavalo começou a galopar de forma descontrolada. Você se agarrou à crina do animal, sentindo o pânico subir. Droga, o espartilho estava te sufocando. Meu Deus, você realmente ia desmaiar?

Uma crise de pânico estava prestes a te dominar, ou talvez fosse a asma. Sem sua bombinha por perto, você só pensava em como morreria: pisoteada ou sem ar.

— Ei, você tá me ouvindo? — a voz de Hendery parecia distante, mas então você sentiu a grama te cutucando. Você tinha caído do cavalo, mas, surpreendentemente, não havia sido pisoteada. Talvez estivesse morta e Hendery fosse um anjo te guiando para o céu.

De repente, o sufoco voltou. Você precisava tirar aquele espartilho de qualquer jeito. Agitada, se virou na grama, com as costas para cima. Hendery não entendeu muito bem, mas ficou aliviado ao ver que você estava bem.

— Tira esse espartilho de mim, pelo amor de Deus! — você implorou, e Hendery começou a trabalhar nos botões minúsculos do seu vestido de princesa. Suas bochechas coraram ao perceber que a primeira vez que ele tiraria sua roupa não seria por desejo, mas para te salvar de um espartilho idiota. Ele ignorou seu sutiã rosa e desamarrou o espartilho com certa brutalidade, mas finalmente você conseguia respirar.

Antes que pudesse comemorar, Hendery te virou de barriga para cima e te beijou, devagar e delicadamente. Você se sentiu no céu enquanto ele envolvia suas bochechas com as mãos. Sem separar o beijo, você foi se levantando aos poucos, e Hendery te puxou para mais perto, acariciando sua cintura enquanto intensificava o beijo, explorando cada sensação.

Nem parecia importar que você estivesse seminua; tudo que importava era o momento.

— Hendery... — foi a única coisa que você conseguiu dizer.

— Desculpa ter demorado tanto para fazer isso — ele disse, encostando a testa na sua e acariciando suas costas. — Desculpa por enrolar tanto.

— Tá tudo bem — você respondeu, segurando o rosto dele para que pudesse te olhar. Sorriu, sem acreditar que finalmente tinha acontecido. — Só vê se não me mata da próxima vez que quiser uma desculpa para me beijar.

Hendery riu e te deu um selinho carinhoso, juntando as mãos em prece.

— Prometo que vou tomar cuidado.

[keehomania]

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

SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

✧°, MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yoonmeowzz]

wayv ! why they fell in love with you

contents: wayv members (ot7) x gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers

a/n: wayv's comeback is amazing, i can't stop listening to phantom and good life!! plus i keep seeing that announcement saying lucas will come back with superm bUT i don't want to believe until i see him back fr. just in case, i don't want my heart broken 😭 pd: this probably has a lot of mistakes but enjoy

kun

he's definitely the most mature among the neos and he's devoted to his job, so he really liked your diligence. when he met you, he was just grateful to find someone with a similar mindset to his. then, he would start noticing the care you put on your work and things you liked to do. he found himself just admiring you while you were focused doing something, finding the way you bit the tip of your tongue adorable. and when you two cooked together for the first time? oh god, kun was head over hills for you just because you were cleaning the counter right away whenever you spilled something.

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ten

i feel like ten prefers expressing his feelings through any art form than words, so he loved your sensibility when it came to understanding his art. like, he could draw anything, show you and you would tell him how it made you feel or directly ask him why he was feeling that way. even by seeing him dance you could guess his mood and that made him feel so loved and cared for. the day he confessed to you, he drew two figures, which looked a little bit too much like the both of you, hugging each other in really warm colors. you just looked at him with a wide smile and hugged him tightly; there was no need of words between you.

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winwin

he admires your creativity. the fact that you can come up with an incredible idea out of nowhere, especially when you have to solve a problem is something really attractive for him. he doesn't even understand why, it just is. he's the calm type (most of the time) so he appreciated the effort you put on thinking new ways to have fun together without having to go to loud, crowded places. he sometimes felt like he had to impress you as much as you impressed him(? so he usually bought you flowers or took you to the beach during winter. however, you seemed to never run out of ideas and that made him fall deep in love with you.

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lucas

i think he has a thing for cute things. he definitely loves your tenderness. whenever you, knowingly or not, act cute he's dying on the inside: he wants to hug you, kiss you and take care of you forever. even when you're angry he thinks you're the most precious person he has ever seen, he's just a big happy puppy who wants to protect everyone (especially you). he also likes your mature, serious side of course, and he adores how you know how to act in every situation. but seeing you pout or ask him for something with big puppy eyes is just... on another level for him.

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xiaojun

he loves your loyalty. he really appreciates that he can relay on you for everything and anything, you've always been by your side and he trusts you to infinity and beyond. he's so comfortable around you that he feels he can talk about anything, even the weirdest themes expect text messages talking about his bathroom time. he especially likes your deep talks at 3am, when he can be vulnerable and small. slowly, he found himself falling for you. he also love that you get along with bella so well tho.

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hendery

hendery takes care of everyone silently. he likes making people feel loved and appreciated, so when you made him feel that way, oh boy, he was gone. he's aware that he has "more than friends" kind of feelings for you but he accepts it and goes with the flow. he'll never confess unless you do it first tho. when you cheer for him or compliment him, he may blush and tell you to kindly shut up but he's enjoying every second of it. pretty much like ten, there's no need for words, he just vibes with you and even if you stay as friends forever he loves you and makes it clear every chance he gets.

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yangyang

yangyang and you have been friends for a while now and at this point of your friendship he can't imagine a life without you, so as weird as it may sound he fell in love with your presence. he loves knowing that you will always be there for him and he gets all happy and giggly when you're around cause he really enjoys spending time together, even if each one is doing their own thing. he likes having you near when he's playing computer games (he'd love to have you on his lap but you'll never hear that from him). yangyang would probably tell you how he feels at a sleepover after spending the whole day with you and he would so nervous i'm gonna cry.

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[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Please save Mr. Fishy🪻

✨Pairing: non idol!Hendery x vet!gn!reader ✨Prompt: You're a vet and he's pleading with you to save his goldfish since you're the only vet he's visited that hasn't asked him if he doesn't just want to go and buy another goldfish for three dollars. ✨Word count: 1.4k ✨Genre: fluff, humor ☀️Authors note: I've never really written humor before, I'm not even sure I did a good job so do let me know if it was good or not. Or if you just enjoyed this one shot or not?🥰 Also I am not a vet nor a vet student so take what I've written with a grain of salt lol. I am no expert when it comes to fishes and vet terms😅

Today was not like any other day at the clinic. It was unusually calm for a vet clinic and maybe you should enjoy the serenity which is often times unusual for you. Your colleagues had gone for their lunch breaks since it was so calm with not a soul in sight and you decided that sorting through the boxes would be a good thing to do now. Sort out what would be necessary to keep and what could actually be thrown away. Your colleague, Sam, had mentioned that everyone always said they'd sort the boxes out but no one had the time nor energy to do so.

"Let's see what we got then." You mumbled to yourself as you put on the radio, enjoying the slow tune of Celine Diones It's all coming back back to me now, the slow piano in the begging matching the calmness as you hummed along while pouring everything on the front desk. Pens, erasers, bobby pins, receipts, pieces of chocolate and much more fell out of the box. You started by going through all of the receipts, some of them were simple lunch receipts that your colleagues must have put in the boxes when they had bought lunch. You threw them all away in the trash can, they were more than a month old and it was hard to imagine anyone really would need a month old food receipt. Next came organizing all of the paperclips, there were way more than you had anticipated but it was nice finally having a lot of them again after going months not figuring out where all of them had gone.

The chocolate you put in a little bowl and put at the front of the desk to give to any owners coming in that might need some extra reassurance or something to calm their nerves as their beloved pet was taking in for surgery or a check up. Just as you were collecting all of the colorful pens to put away in the pen holder you saw outside of the big windows o your clinic a man rushing with incredible speed, you could not help but follow his eyes as he rushed towards the clinics doors, almost slipping past them only managing to stop himself by grabbing onto the door handle simultaneously as he slipped down because of his speed.

The wet pavement and the autumn leaves probably made it even more slippery and from what you could see and hear he had let out a shout in surprise whilst looking down at something he was holding. You started to clear some space on the desk in case he were to enter and just as you looked up again the door flew open and the man who had brown hair and a khaki green autumn jacket on barged in looking around until he saw you. "Help! Please you have to help me!" He said before rushing up to you and putting something on the desk.

"Please help save Mr. Fishy!! I cannot live without him! He's my best friend and number one supporter please I need to have him live longer!!"

You stared at him in shock not expecting him to barge in and hurriedly put a fishbowl on your desk, a fishbowl which had a very sad looking goldfish in it.

"Oh umm hello? Of course I can try and help you? What seems to be the problem with umm.. Mr. Fishy?" You asked him before looking down at the fish to see if you could figure out what the problem might be.

"No please I cannot buy another one for three doll-wait what?! You-you'll help me??" This made you look up at the man who looked at you in shock.

"Of course, we're a vet clinic and while a gold fish usually isn't a part of our visitors I cannot say no to you? I'll do my best to help your fish if you know what the problem might be?"

"Oh thank you thank you for wanting to help him! Everyone I've gone to have just told me to go and buy another one for three dollars. He suddenly started to swim weirdly and he hasn't been eating properly for a few days and I'm really worried. Just please do whatever it takes to help him. He's my favorite fish please and the snails in his tank would be so sad if he suddenly disappeared and the guppys and the discus will all be so sad if he passes away hes like the boss of the aquarium everyones best friend so please please please help him!!" The man was practically leaning over on the desk begging for you to help his fish and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He obviously cared about the fish a lot.

"Let me take him inside to the vet room and check on him okay? You wait out here and try to calm down and then we can fix with payment and such after it." You gave him a smile as he thanked you profusely before allowing you to take the fishbowl with his little fish he cared for into the other room. As you walked in you put the bowl down on a table and put on some gloves so you can handle the fish carefully.

"Let's figure out what is wrong with you my little friend." You mumble for yourself as you put your hands into the bowl carefully to look closer at him.

-

It took you a while to figure out what was wrong with the little guy, he was having a case of fin rot on one of his fins, at first it wasn't very visible until you looked closer, you had to remove a part of his fin-nippers and use some anti-fungal treatment to make sure that he doesn't get infected again. When you walked out with the little fish the man stood up and rushes to the counter staring at you with hope.

"You do not have to worry, Mr. Fishy is alright. I had to remove a part of his fin-nippers because he had a case of fin rot. I've given him treatment but what you need to do to make sure hes okay in your tank at home is to improve the water quality in the tank and feed him vitamin c enriched food and he should be good to go."

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!" He bowed towards you multiple times "What's your name?? I need to have a name for Mr. Fishy's savior!!" He stares at you with grateful eyes.

"My name is y/n. I'm glad I could help you and Mr. Fishy."

"Thank you again! I'm Hendery by the way! I'll pay however much it cost and I'll pay you back for your kindness."

You thanked him and told him he really did not have to pay you back a part from paying the fee. He payed and told you he'd pay you back for sure in the future before going back with his fish and the new food for his friend.

-a few days later-

The doorbell rang as the door opened again and when you looked up from the desk you saw Hendery walking in beaming as he was holding a cup walking towards you.

"I told you I'd pay you back! I got you a cup of hot chocolate! I wasn't sure If you'd like coffee but most people like chocolate so I got that!" He smiled as he handed you the cup.

"Thank you Hendery it wasn't really necessary for you to get me something I promise." you responded as you took the cup

"I wanted to okay? I gotta go but I'll see you around!" He waved as he ran out of the door again and when you looked at the cup you could see he had written a little note thanking you and asking if you wanted to hang out in the future with his number written under a little fish drawing.

You smiled as you took up your phone to put in his number, saving him as Mr. Fishy Hendery before deciding to send a text asking if he was free to hang out next Friday, smiling even brighter when you immediately got a text back saying that Friday would be perfect.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all to help save Mr. Fishy.

[winwintea]

Blame it on my Disney Wish! WayV Series (hiatus)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot, 

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true? 

TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel 

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

01. google search: wikihow to look cool in front of a girl with pictures

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

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Sign Me Up by @irregular-idol-imagines

Hendery x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k + 2.1k) - crack, fluff, smut you get to know Xiaojun's apartment and his roommate Hendery, who you seem to share a very special kind of humor with as you quickly bond over the existence of sex related neon signs (or alternatively: you're on a lightheaded pun-mission and Hendery is falling in love) part 1, part 2

[meiideryz]

map to my heart.

pairing: wong hendery x reader

length: 1.06k

tags: alternative universe, university/college au, friends to lovers, indirect confession, mutual attraction, tooth-rotting fluff, best friend! hendery, assistant librarian!reader, based on true experience.

note: i was inspired by a conversation i had with my ex-crush when i was with them in the library where our lesson on a subject took place

"how well do you know your geography?" hendery's voice was gentle and low, keeping himself quiet in the back of the library with students who cannot be disrupted.

he watched you looking at the library globe before your eyes met with his. after finishing an activity that his professor had given him, he was able to freely look around, and there he saw you at the back with the globe you were spinning at a slow place. it was a fortunate meeting, knowing how well you often visit the library since you were an assistant in helping the librarian after all.

“do you know your geography?”

this time, you returned the same question to him, and of course he knew. he just wanted to test how good you were, and with a smile on his face, he responded. “of course, would you like a challenge?”

“i'm down,” hendery loved how there was no hesitation in your tone, and he especially loved your competitiveness when it comes to interests you both have in common. “only because i can totally win over you.”

“oh? really?” his hand made its way to touch the globe, preparing himself for a little game of spotting the country. “give me a name, then.”

“laos.” you said, and he smiled at you.

“easy,” he began spinning the globe in front of him, looking for the location you had asked him to find. “if you know countries from asean very well, then there's no difficulty in searching for it.”

pausing the sphere, hendery's forefinger pointed to the land just above thailand before he gave you a victorious grin. “see? now try looking for sri lanka for me.”

he heard you let out a huff, watching you already turning the spherical ball, and when you showed him that you had already spotted it, he gave a fake sound of a terrible whine which almost made you laugh. covering your mouth with your palm, your other hand made its way to his arm with a light smack. both of you suppressed a laugh, knowing how much they could get in trouble if they ever disturbed the library, with him being thrown out and you enduring another scolding session from the librarian.

“you really should stop making weird noises if you don't want to be thrown out from here.” giggling in a whisper, he couldn't help but fall in love with the way you beamed at him.

hendery was so, so in love with you.

he moved to stand beside you with his head leaning closer to your ear, saying, “shoot me a name, sweetie.” 

you hummed, pretending to think for a little long time. gazing over your hand ghostly touching his knuckles, the little butterflies flew around inside his stomach. the fingertips of your hands running over his then the surface of the globe before he heard you utter out, “cyprus.” 

nodding to your next challenge, he made his way to look thoroughly around the ball. a chuckle left his lips, feeling as if he was starting to sweat despite the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room. “maybe i’m reconsidering your knowledge on geography, after all.” your voice softly echoed in his ears. he wasn’t going to give up so easily for some country he wasn’t familiar with. 

continuing to search, he whispered to you, “from what i remember, it’s close to romania, am i right?” 

“close.”

hendery droned out a steady continuous sound, staring at the map of europe in front of him. if it was close to what he stated earlier, and the name sounds close to some greek mythology name. “then i'm guessing it would be near greece, so…”

forefinger gliding through the map, he eventually found cyprus below turkey. another victorious win, he smiled at you. “there.”

“you’re not as bad as i thought.” your compliment had earned him another good slap in the heart, and it would always make him do somersaults every time you do. with the way you look at him like that, with that contagious smile and laughter, he could never stop feeling things for you.

“okay, my turn.” you said, “give me a name.”

“show me…” hendery trailed off, his body moving backwards to face your back. watching you turn around, you let out a small gasp as you were taken aback when he caged you in between his arms. “hendery, what are you doing?”

“show me where the map to my heart is.” his voice was serious, and yet there was still a glint of delight in his tone. the smile never wiped off from his face while he stared into your eyes. sure, it was abrupt and unexpected, but he wasn't being playful in a way that would annoy you, and his seriousness was giving a turn.

“i…” now you were the one who was tongue-tied, and him being the patient person he was, he waited for you to respond. it was simple, if you reject him at this time and moment, he would respect that and back off this instant.

"the question is just simple," without wiping the smug off his face, he let out a fake yawn that is not loud enough to disturb the other students in the library at the front. "show me where it is." with the way he carefully and audibly emphasized each word, you started to laugh in such a nervous state.

"a-are you joking right now?"

"huh, what's that?" he brought his hand to his ear, pretending to not hear you despite being a short distance away from you. that smile of his never dropped.

“sweetie if you're just gonna stand there and stare at me then i might as well win this challange—”

“i think i know where it is.” you quickly uttered out, breaking your silence. he was curious to know what was on your mind, and so he crossed his arms against his chest, lips curling up to put up a smug look.

“really? i'm curious to see if you actually know it.”

“well, if i can remember, it starts from here…”

he observed the way your finger reached out to point your own chest where your heart is at rest before making out a line until your palm was against his chest to his beating heart. hendery sucked up a good amount of air at the contact, his gaze still never left yours.

“...to here.”

©MEIIDERYZ 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[momodoesposts]

First date with hendery!! <3

Hendery x y/n

Wc: 1,183

TW: sexual jokes, fluff, hendery scars some kids for life by kissing you,

After years of what Ten would call mutual pinning and what Yanyang would call "the two dumbass's not recognizing their feelings for each other," you and Hendery had finally recognized that maybe, possibly, the both of you were crushing hardcore. That led to the most awkward confession of all time, which ended with Hendery saying.

"Well, that's pretty epic."

You couldn't help but punch his arm because who finds out their crush likes them back and responds that way?

But you didn't care. You were going on a date with your best friend turned boyfriend. Life couldn't get better than that, really.

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There was a knock at your door, followed by a clearing throat. You quickly looked in the mirror and smiled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach dancing around.

As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Hendery in black jeans and a cream-colored sweater. He cleared his throat awkwardly and stared at your outfit, a grin forming on his face and his eyes visibly brightening.

"Hey.", you said, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your brain. He just looked so good it was overwhelming.

"Hey.", he responded, continuing to shamelessly check you out before clearing his throat. "You look amazing you know. Like, really pretty. I haven't been able to say that in like, a romantic way before, but…"

"Don't get soft on me Hendery.", you tease.

"Fine, you look like shit."

You roll your eyes and walk out, making your way to his car. He promptly swings the door open and bows, pretending to tip his hat.

"M'lady."

You climb into the car, and he closes the door, jogging to the driver's side.

 The two of you go to a nice place Kun suggested for dinner and converse lightly. Though the way you speak with each other hasn't changed, the looks you give each other have.

Instead of trying to hide your feelings for each other, you're now open to giving each other starry-eyed stares. You became highly aware of the feeling of your whole face flushing during this date. You were glad you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore.

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As the sun started to set, Hendery led you to a nearby park. The air was cool and fresh, and the trees beginning to bloom small flowers, as if spring was blooming, much like your relationship.

The two of you sat on a bench and watched a few children go around playing games with each other.

"Do you remember that time a kid asked Ten if he was a girl?" he broke the pleasant silence.

"Oh my god, yes. Then he was convinced that Kun was his boyfriend, and told him his girlfriend was pretty", Hendery chuckled at the memory as you recounted it with him, "And then Kun tried to say that boys can date boys and the kid went up to his mom and told her that they were two boys dating."

"How did I forget about that part?!" he snorted, hitting your shoulder lightly as you leaned on each other, hunched over in laughter.

When you opened your eyes, he was mere centimeters away, his lips parted and eyes on yours. You swallowed thickly and turned pink as he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his hand running through your hair.

You closed your eyes and giggled into the kiss, letting your lips melt together.

Suddenly you heard an outcry of "EW THEY'RE KISSING!" and turned to see a child pointing at you two.

When you went to pull away, Hendery grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

"Give me some tongue, babe.:, he groaned.

"Jesus Christ Hendery, we are not about to scar some poor kids for life."

"But it would be funny.", he reasoned, a stern look on his face.

You inhaled, ready to react, before he licked your upper lip.

The once innocent children ran away screaming about what nasty thing they had just witnessed as you sat with the oh-so-pleased boy.

"Dumbass.", you scolded, flicking his nose.

He wasted no time kissing your hand as you pulled it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You played with a stray strand of hair on his face, pushing his smooth locks back into place as he stared at you with wide eyes, breath soft. His eyes flickered to the ground, then back to you, and his ears turned a light pink.

"I really want to kiss you again."

"Nope, you got that right taken away when you stole the innocence of all those kids."

He sighed dramatically, then looked around. "You loved it."

"No comment."

"Uh-huh. Come on", he stood up and grabbed your hand, "we're going on the swings."

As the two of you practically skipped over, you felt happy and free. The feelings you had once tried to push away were allowed to break free, and you were overjoyed.

The two of you sat on the swings in the fantastic night, and Hendery even took a few photos of you (that he would stare at later that night, thanking whatever god made him confess to you).

As you swung high, you felt like you were on top of the world, and nobody was as lucky as you. Whenever you looked at him and saw his eyes on you, you felt like you would explode with joy.

Eventually, the two of you left, and he took your hand in his, leading you back to the car. You spent the ride home singing to the songs on the radio and laughing together.

As he walked you to the door, he clung onto your arm and leaned his head on his shoulder, embracing you tightly.

"I really had a great night, Y/N, you know…."

"I did too, Hen, I did too."

He pulled off you and smiled, then kissed your forehead and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe I could come in, just to, you know, guard you while you sleep and make sure nobody takes you away."

You laughed at him and shook your head. "The only person who would try and take me away is you, dingus."

He shrugged. "Worth a shot. Well, I guess this is good night, then."

You nodded. "Oh! I have something for you, actually."

His eyes lit up. "Oh?"

You motioned for him to move closer, and when he did, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, which he instantly reciprocated.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, happy to be together, comfortable kissing, glad to be alive.

When you pulled apart, you could have sworn he held all of the universes in his eyes, and you knew your heart beat only for him.

"Well, if that was a gift, I'd hate to see what I get at the end of a date.", he teased, still holding onto your hands.

"Oh shush." you pressed one last kiss to his lips and waved as he left.

You couldn't wait for all the trouble the two of you would get into in your relationship.

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Daddy’s Favourite | Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Summary: Hendery has been begging you to try for a baby… can you resist him?

Genre: Boyfriend!Hendery, suggestive

Word Count: 0.5k

You sat on the couch, your baby niece nestled in your lap.

The baby's chubby fingers reached up and touched your cheek. Normally you would have found that disgusting (come on, baby germs?) but for some reason, looking into little Jordan's eyes wasn’t the worst. It was almost… cute.  

Your boyfriend Hendery came in. When he saw you with the baby, his eyes lit up.

"Isn't she the best thing in the world?" He squeezed your hand, lovingly.

"I could get used to having one of these around," you murmured.

Hendery gasped. "Does this mean you’re ready to start trying?"

You bit your lip. “Babe…”

Hendery's brows shot up. "Not an immediate no... Does this mean what I think it means?"

You allowed yourself to smile. "Alright, what the hell. Let's do this!"

Butterflies soared through your tummy at the thought. You liked the feeling. It was like you were a kid on Halloween again.

Hendery jumped to his feet and started playing air guitar. You chuckled at your crazy boyfriend.

Hendery smirked. He pulled Jordan out of your arms and put her in the cot.

"Baby, I'm gonna get you so good and pregnant." He smirked and pulled you towards him.

Hendery kissed you, deep, eager. You could taste the cherry cola on his lips, you could feel his hand squeezing your ass. Heaven.

"Let's lock ourselves in the closet and bang this out, baby. We only need a couple minutes," Hendery murmured against your lips.

His lips touched your neck, making you shiver.

"Woah, slow down!" you said.

Hendery tried to kiss you again, but you kept him at arm’s length.  

He pouted.

"I’ve got to get my IUD taken out first," you said, laughing.

Hendery caught a curl of your hair between his fingers and twisted it, a gloomy look on his face. "Oh yeah."

You felt sorry for him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

An idea popped into your head. You smirked. You trailed your hand down his abs, toying with the buckle of his belt.

"Who says we can't have a trial run right now? You know what they say, practice makes perfect."

Hendery grinned. He pulled you into his arms, and you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. "I love you so fucking much." He smirked. “Does this mean I get to call you mommy?”

"Shut up, idiot," you said, nipping his jaw. "Now let's go make a baby."

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The Nightclub [ 夜总会 ]

Dom!Hendery x M!Reader

→ ★ { smut }

.ᐟ tags/warnings : smut, public masturbation (kinda), unprotected sex, degrading, cum kinks, very detailed, multiple rounds, overstimulation, roughness, somnophilia (consentual), very suggestive

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary : You were at a nightclub with your friends, but they had left you alone to go and drink with their partners. You didn't have a partner so you were sitting alone, until a very slim figure approached you..

You sit at the bar desk, waiting for the bartender to bring you your drink. You had just ordered a shot of straight Vodka, since you don't really enjoy drinking. You sigh and slump over, clearly bored and alone. You get your drink off of the bartender and drink it in one go, setting the glass down to the side and yawning. You were about to get ready to leave before you hear a dark voice from behind you,

"Need company?." You jump up, turning around to face a tall and slim figure. Wearing a black shirt and trousers with an expensive looking belt.

"Uh.. I was about to leave." You speak, looking the guy up and down, admiring him.

"Could you stay longer? I don't have anyone to be with either..." He speaks, sitting down beside you. You nod and agree to stay longer with him.

"So.. Why are you here alone?" He asks, smiling as he looks you up and down, liking your appearance

"My friends left me for their partners. The usual." You say, sighing and giggling slightly.

"Really? Do you not have a partner?" He questions you, "You're really pretty.." He adds. You smile at his compliment.

"I don't have a partner no, but thank you. You're really handsome." You say as he places his hand onto your thigh. You were slightly drunk and he was entirely sober.

"Okay maybe you are like, super hot." You say, placing your hand on-top of his, smiling at him. You feel his grip on your thigh tighten, you knew that you had turned him on.

"Do you.. wanna go sit on one of the sofas in the corner?" He asks, caressing your thigh. You nod and get up, following him to the back of the club, where no-one was and sat down on the sofa, waiting for him to sit down as well.

He sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You look down and see a tent forming in his trousers, you look back up at him and smirk slightly. He smirks back and you both begin to lean into each-other slowly. Your faces get closer each second, until he grabs your face with his free hand and smashes his lips against yours, deepening the kiss. Making it heated quickly. You slowly slide your hand to his chest, trailing it down and down until you reach the bottom of his stomach. You begin to move your hand lower until it reaches his very noticeable boner. You begin to cause friction between your hand and his dick by rubbing your hand up and down quickly, making him moan into the kiss and melt at your touch. He quickly grabs your hand just as he felt a knot forming in his stomach, stopping your movement.

"My place or yours?" He asks, holding onto your hand.

"Anywhere..." You say. smiling. He gets up and drags you out with him and to his car.

He opens the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in. Once you are in he closes the door and gets into the drivers side, putting his seatbelt on and waiting for you to do the same. He starts the engine and drives to his place, a small yet fancy apartment. He hops out of the car and opens your door, helping you out. You get out of the car, holding his hand. He walks towards the apartment door and unlocks it, taking you inside. He wastes no time locking his door behind you both, before dragging you straight to the bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. You throw off your jacket and shoes, he does the same. Unbuttoning his shirt right after, while watching you strip off your t-shirt.

"Holy fuck your waist is amazing..." He says, climbing on-top of you, laying you back on the bed.

"Thank you baby~" You say, smirking and pulling him into a heated kiss.

You unbutton his belt and throw it off as he takes off your trousers. He unzips his trousers and throws them off, leaving you both only in boxers. You move your hand to the tent in his boxers, rubbing it and causing friction between your hand and his clothed dick. You feel him thrust his hips, clearly needing more. You push him down onto the bed, immediately pulling down his boxers. His dick springing out and slapping back onto his stomach. He groans at the cold air breezing against his painful erection, gripping the sheets before you begin to lick from his balls to the tip. You hear him let out small grunts and moans from your licking. You lift his dick up with your hand and begin to shove the tip inside your mouth, swirling your tongue. His moans grow louder each swirl you take with your tongue. And with no warning, he grabs your hair and pushes your head down. Forcing you to take his entire length, you gag at first and begin to bop your head up and down. Occasionally gagging as he wraps his fingers in your hair, his hips thrusting upwards shoving his dick deeper inside your mouth. He grabs your hair tighter, beginning to just fuck your face.

"Shit... I'm close.. Are you gonna drink all of my cum like the good fucking slut you are.." He moans as he feels a knot begin to form in his stomach, loosing his words as he nears his end. You are unable to speak as he is almost balls deep thrusting into your throat but you just nod, waiting for him to fill your mouth with his seed. You move your hand to his nipples, playing with one to help him finish faster, he moans get a little louder as you feel him slow down and his cock beginning to twitch, letting out his entire load inside of your mouth.

He pulls your head back by your hair, taking his dick out of your mouth as he watches you look up at him with cum spilling from the side of your mouth. You swallow while staring into his eyes, arousing him again. You cough as you feel your throat burn from his cock filling every space inside but it only turns you on even more. You sit onto his lap, grinding your clothed ass against his soaking wet dick. He grabs onto your waist, grinding against your ass. You lean down and kiss him, not realising he had slid down your boxers, he lines his dick up with your hole and pushes you back, breaking the kiss and making you sit down onto his cock, taking you by surprise. You moan loudly and begin to feel weak as he shows no mercy and already begins to pound into you, hitting the right spots repeatedly. Abusing your insides. You slump over onto his chest, moaning his name over and over again, begging for him to show your hole some justice, but he ignores you. Each thrust becoming rougher and deeper. He quickly pushes you down onto the bed, leaning over you while still deep inside of you. He pushes back your legs, gaining more access to get deeper. You feel tears begin to form in your eyes as you begin to get overstimulated from the sensation. He notices your state and only feels his dick getting harder, loving the sight of you begging for him to slow down. He grabs ahold of your cock and begins to jerk you off, helping you finish. You cum all over his chest and hand as he slows down his thrusts, his cock twitching inside of you before filling you up entirely with his cum.

"Turn around. Let me see my cum dripping from your tight ass." He demands, kissing you lightly. You slowly turn, facing your ass to him. Cum begins to leak from your tight hole as he uses both hands to spread your cheeks apart, admiring his work. He uses his middle finger to pick up the cum that had spilled out and shoved his finger into your hole, putting it back inside. You moan at that interaction, arousing him for the 3rd time. "Keep my cum inside of you. Good Boy." He speaks, turning you back around and kissing you.

"That was so fucking good... You're amazing." You say, kissing him back and wiping the tears and sweat from your face. He grabs a towel and begins to clean himself before cleaning you, "Thank you baby" You say, smiling.

"You can wear my shirt if you wanna," He says. Holding up a t-shirt to you. You nod and take it, putting it on along with boxers. Your insides still full of his seed. He puts on boxers and gets into bed, waiting for you.

"Goodnight handsome," You say, smiling and getting under the covers as he spoons you from behind.

"If you wake up by the feeling of something deep inside of you again. Don't question, you're too fucking hot." He spoke into your ear, you feel his dick poking at your ass, you giggle.

"I wouldn't mind that. You have full consent." You say before closing your eyes and falling asleep. Him doing the same thing.