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Back 2 You - Hendery

Paring: !childhood best friends/roommates to lovers to exes to lovers again! hendery x afab! reader

Genre: college au in the beginning, non-idol au, HEAVY ANGST & smut

Synopsis: You grew up with Hendery and have been best friends with him ever since you were little. But as you both got older, things started to become more complicated. After all that has happened, can you ever bring yourself to trust and forgive him…

Warnings: !fuckboy! hendery, HEAVY TOXICIXY, cheating(he did it tho…), lots of arguing, heavy alcohol use (he is lowkey an alcoholic…), SLIGHT domestic violence (only happened once), the reader lowkey a perv in the beginning, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, choking (receiving), oral (giving/receiving), throat fucking, manhandling, use of sex toys, heavy degradation, rough sex, slight humiliation, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~11k words (officially the longest I ever wrote I genuinely don't know how this happened...)

A/n: I hope you enjoy this because it's one of the first fics that's very story-driven. This one is not for the faint of heart so if any of the warnings trigger you, you shouldn’t read this fic!

Growing up, you used to be next-door neighbors with Hendery. Ever since you were little, you were really close with all his sisters. Both of your parents would have you guys hang out with each other all the time. You'd practically be at their house every weekend. He never had a brother, so he was always stuck playing alone with his action figures.

One day, you left his sisters for a little bit to go play with him, and since then, you've been closer to him, hanging out with him all the time, up until high school. People started assuming that the two of you were dating, which caused a lot of conflict in your friendship. He didn't care, and you weren't sure why it mattered so much to you. You knew that you just weren't ready to tell him you liked him. You started to develop feelings for him and didn’t want to come to terms with it. So, you distanced yourself, but Hendery, being Hendery, would constantly bother you and just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Eventually, you have gotten over everything in senior year and go back to being good friends again. The feelings you once had for him suddenly just went away.

That was until the two of you became roommates after high school.

You both used to joke about how you always wanted to live together when you were kids, but you actually made it happen. That summer after high school, you both worked hard and eventually rented an apartment together. No one in your family questioned it since they knew that your relationship was completely platonic and didn’t see each other in a romantic way at all.

Now, you were both juniors in college and were loving it, especially Hendery. Ever since you both started college, he would attract so many girls and was pretty much the life of any and all parties.

Parties weren’t really your scene, but you would go to them every once in a while. Every time you went out with him, it was like you would see a different side of him. When he is around you, he is always so calm, but when he goes out to party, he gets sloppy drunk and tries to hook up with every girl he sees. It was getting overwhelming for you having to always drag his ass back home and be the one to apologize for him after any messes he made. You practically became his caretaker always having to help him sober up after the party. So, you just stopped going to parties with him altogether. It just got worse as time went on; he would start coming home late at 4 or 5 am, and you knew that meant he was probably with some girl. Deep down, a part of you would get almost annoyed and irritated when he was out with someone this late.

Almost as if you felt jealous, maybe?

This was all put to the test when one night Hendery was getting ready to go on a date with a girl. He was asking you for advice on what to wear and how to act. You were just sitting idly by on the couch, reading a book. You heard him call out your name and walk into the living room. It seemed he had just hopped out of the shower because he had his towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and you could see the water droplets slowly drip down onto his body. You even looked down for just a second and discovered that he had a new grown happy trail.

Why was he so attractive?

But him being shirtless didn’t make things feel awkward between the two of you because you guys were so close to each other; it didn’t even matter. Plus, whenever he was home, he was shirtless the majority of the time, so this didn’t faze him.

“Okay, so which shirt should I wear for the date? This pink one or the green one?”

He presented you with two different colors of dress shirts, and you pointed at the pink one since you thought that would suit him better. He smiled at you and walked back into his room, and you heard the door shut. You covered your face with your hands, trying to compose yourself. Tonight was a big night for Hendery because this would be his first serious date, and you felt bad for feeling this way about him.

To be fair, you never really had much dating experience. You only dated one guy in high school, and it wasn't even a serious relationship. These days, you didn’t know why, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Hendery. Even when you pleasured yourself, sometimes he would come into your mind. You felt guilty perceiving him in such a perverted light. He was your best friend, and all you could think about was him fucking you.

It’s been 15 minutes, and he finally got out of his room, and you saw Hendery all dressed up in formal attire.

“Wow, you look fancy. Where do you plan on taking her?” You said enthusiastically.

“Oh, I’m taking her to a nice high-class restaurant that’s on the outskirts of town.”

In a sarcastic tone, you replied, “Oh, that's nice.”

He could clearly tell that you were upset with him for something. He knew you acted passive-aggressive when you were mad at him.

“Okay, tell me what is it now?” You gave him a confused look and didn’t understand what he was asking.

“Come on, it’s obvious I did something wrong this time. You only act like this when your mad at me.”

You rolled your eyes and said, "For the past month, you've been coming back home drunk and loud, making it impossible for me to sleep. I'm always the one who has to help you sober up, and it's just getting exhausting for me to clean up after you all the time."

“What? I don’t come home late every night—”

"Hendery, for the past three weeks, you've been coming home smelling like alcohol at 4 am. You're probably going to do the same thing again tonight—"

“Excuse me?” You could tell that he was starting to get annoyed, and you probably shouldn’t get on his bad side now. You got up off the couch and made your way over to him.

“Oh, you heard me the first time.”

“Okay, look, I think I seriously like this girl, and I wanted things to be different with her, and—”

“Let’s just be honest here, you don’t care about her, and you're just doing all this to get into her pants. You’re just going to have a couple of drinks with her and then come back home and expect me to pick up all the pieces for you—”

You walked closer to him, and you were face to face with him. You poked his shoulder to bother him and said in a serious tone,

“The only thing that’s on your mind all the time is sex. You could never be in a serious relationship with anyone.”

The tension in the room was thick, and it fell silent for a second. This was the first time you had said something so harsh to him. You could feel that he was about to snap. He grabbed your hand and stopped you from poking him. The look in his eyes almost made your knees buckle out of fear.

"Take back what you said," he demanded, squeezing your hand even harder, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable for you.

“Hendery, stop it, you’re starting to hurt me—” You began to protest, but he continued to advance, causing you to retreat until you were backed against the couch with nowhere else to go.

“I won’t stop until you take back what you said,” he insisted, his grip tightening even further.

He had completely lost control now.

With some effort, you managed to free your hand from his grasp and push him away from you.

“What’s your problem? Were you actually trying to hurt me?” you exclaimed.

“No, but I don’t appreciate you basically calling me a whore and claiming that I can’t be serious with someone—” he shot back, his irritation evident.

“Because you literally CAN’T,” he continued, walking back towards you and crossing his arms, giving you an annoyed look.

“How do you know that I can’t actually be with somebody?” he challenged.

“Are you kidding me? Every other night, you come home late after fucking some random girl you met at a party. You brag to me all the time about the girls you sleep with, and I’m getting sick of it.”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart, you’re just jealous and you wish you were one of the girls that I fuck every night,” he taunted, his tone dripping with condescension.

Your rage began to boil over at the audacity of this man. Not only was he undermining your feelings on this situation, but he was also claiming that you were jealous.

You were at your breaking point.

“I know you did not just say that,” you retorted, your voice laced with disgust and attitude.

He looked at you with a cocky smirk, as if this whole situation was amusing to him. He drew closer until he was face to face with you, then knelt down and whispered in your ear,

"You're just jealous, sweetie. You wish instead of me being out all the time, I was the one with you. Don't think I don't hear you moan my name sometimes when you're all pent up. These walls aren't as thick as you think they are."

Your body froze for a moment, unable to move a muscle. So all those times you were getting off, Hendery had heard every little thing. Little did you know, he would sometimes get off to the sound of your moans, but of course, he wouldn't tell you. You began to squeeze your thighs to alleviate the stress of the situation, but he beat you to it and placed his thighs in between yours. He lifted your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, love. Just a second ago, you couldn’t stop bitching and complaining, and now you're completely silent—” His grip on your chin tightened,

“How pathetic.”

It was as if his whole demeanor had shifted from before. Earlier, he was happy and ready to go out on his date, and now he was almost scaring you.

You were in such a state of shock that you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him. It was as if he was a completely different person now, and you were terrified of him. He started to lower his hand from your chin down onto your throat, slowly choking you. As he watched tears start to pour down your face, he almost seemed to enjoy this.

You decided enough was enough and started to speak to him. “Stop it. You’re hurting me again—”

“Oh, you want to talk now?” he said in a playful manner.

You nodded your head, and he let go of your throat, leaving you coughing and gasping for air.

“Look, I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight, but I’m going to need you to apologize.”

“And what if I don’t?”

You looked at him with such anger and said, “Then I’m going to have to kick your ass out of here. I have no room to tolerate your bullshit anymore.”

He knew you were serious, and that he should just stop acting like this. But there was a part of him that liked seeing you in this state. He would always piss you off growing up, and some things just never change.

“Fine, I’ll back off… if you admit that you want me.”

Oh, he is just crazy.

Not only does he lack empathy for how hurt you may feel right now, he has to be so entitled even in a time like this.

“NO, I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Not now or ever.”

He just leaned back against the wall and gave you that same smirk from before.

“Oh really? Then why do I always hear you moan my name? It seems to me that you want me—”

He approaches you again, but this time you tripped and fell back onto the couch and now you’re looking up at him. Before you can get up, he pins both of your hands down.

“And it seems that you need me now more than ever, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You felt yourself wanting to give in, and it was getting harder to control yourself. He has such a way with words, you were starting to forget why you were even arguing with him in the first place. He practically manipulated you, and you played right into his hands.

A part of you didn’t care.

“Fine, I will admit I might need you just a little bit—”

You were cut off by him as he leaned down to kiss you. You began to make out and started to feel the tension between you guys start to disappear. You both passionately make out, and he lets go of your wrists, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You felt connected in this moment and didn't want to let go of each other.

“Mhm, I’m glad you’re finally admitting it. I knew it was a matter of time before—”

You don’t let him finish talking; you push him off of you and switch positions, shoving him down on the couch. Now you’re on top, straddling him, and he was a little shocked by your sudden act of boldness.

“If this is going to work, I’m going to need you to be quiet for me—”

You slowly unzip his pants and take out his cock from his boxers.

“You talk too much.”

Something about you being so stern was making him even more aroused. He nods his head, and you begin to stroke him with your hand. You pump up and down his shaft, and he is grunting and moaning for you.

You decide to take a step further and lower your mouth onto him. He throws his head back from pleasure and loves feeling the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You begin to bob your head up and down as you see him loving every second of this. You even used both of your hands to stroke him at the base simultaneously.

The moment is ruined when Hendery gets a phone call from the girl he was supposed to go on a date with. That doesn’t stop you, however, and you just keep on going as usual.

“F-fuck can you slow down-”

You were taken aback as he shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock, holding you in place to answer the phone call as if nothing was happening.

“Hey, I know this is last minute but—”

You somehow managed to start moving again, causing him to squirm and find it hard to speak coherently.

“Oh, I-I’m fine. I’m just a little h-held up with something, and I have to canc—”

You started moving faster, getting back into the rhythm from before, causing him to bite his lip and throw his head back. He was starting to lose his mind.

“F-fuck… I MEAN, I’m sorry, I have to cancel, and I’ll call you later, alright, bye.”

He hung up instantly and grabbed your head with both of his hands, and face fuck you. You began to gag as your throat closed up around him. You felt that he is starting to get close because his dick started to pulse and twitch in your mouth.

“Mhm, I can’t h-hold it in anymore—”

He instantly came, his release pouring into your mouth. Without wasting a drop, you swallowed it all. You felt dizzy after all that had just happened. You could’ve been caught, but you wanted to make Hendery suffer so much that it didn’t matter. You found yourself drifting as you tried to fall back onto the couch, but he switched positions, leaving you underneath him again, your face down and your ass up in the air.

“Oh, princess, we’re not done just yet. There’s still another hole of yours I want to fill.”

Goosebumps coursed throughout your body, and you were too stunned to say anything as you watched him start to take off the tie he had on and use it to tie up your wrists.

“Ah, this will be a nice handle for me to use to fuck you. Just how I could use these too—”

He gave your ass a hard smack and then roughly grabbed your waist with both of his hands.

“God, you look so pretty to me. I can already see a wet spot forming in your leggings, sweetie.”

He began to remove your leggings and panties, pushing them down to your ankles, leaving you with just one of your oversized shirts on, without a bra. Since you were at home, you didn't feel the need to wear one.

You felt Hendery start to slowly feel all over your body, groping your tits. He had lifted his hand under your shirt and began to give them a light squeeze. You let out a little whimper and started to squirm for him. He didn't like that and gave your ass another smack.

“Stay still for me, baby.”

“Mhm, I-I don’t know if I can—”

He started to twist your nipples and slowly kiss on the back of your neck. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew where all your sensitive spots were. You started to moan out for him, which just made him hard for you. He couldn’t take it anymore and stopped what he was doing altogether, positioning himself into you. You felt him rub the head all over your wet entrance, and then he shoved himself deep into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure out of you.

He began to penetrate with slow and deep strokes, gripping your tied-up wrists for support and balance. He felt that he could lose himself in you and he wanted to take things slow. But now that he felt you wrapped around him, it drove him crazy.

He didn’t know how long he could keep this up and started to lose control. You did too as you frantically started to fuck yourself roughly back onto him. You were lost in your own world and didn’t care about anything but Hendery right now. He let you do all the work for a second, even lifting his hands off you. He was enjoying the view of you being so desperate for him that you were almost using him to get off for your pleasure. This is just how you would masturbate to the thought of him on those late nights, and now you were fucking him.

But enough was enough, and he wanted to wrap all of this up.

He grabbed your wrist again and started to pound you into the couch at a rougher pace. You screamed out for him to slow down, but he was now ignoring you, using you now for his satisfaction. He was so consumed by all the lust that he didn’t care if you were satisfied or not. Then he remembered that you’re not some random girl that he would hook up with and that you mean more to him than that.

“Okay, love, I want you to come with me, alright? I don’t think I’m going to last very long here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You both went at each other at a fast pace, and he finished inside you while you came alongside him. It was so much that he had to spray the rest all over your ass. Before you could say anything, you felt the couch start to shake a little, leading to it breaking.

“Oh no… did we just—”

“Oh, relax, sweetie. This couch was getting old anyway. We can just get a new one.”

You both laughed it off, and he laid you on top of his chest for a minute. Eventually, he got up and gave you a washcloth to clean you up. He even went to the fridge to get your favorite ice cream. You felt comforted to know that he does all this because he cares about you.

It made you wonder if he treats all the other girls like this.

“Hey, look, I want to say sorry for being such a jerk towards you tonight, and I wasn’t going to take her out—”

“WHAT? SO YOU LIED TO ME?”

“Oh, well… if you put it that way, then yeah, I lied. But I only did this to test you. I knew if I confronted you about your feelings for me—”

“Wait, you did all this because you think I like you?”

He was a little taken aback by your question. Did he read the situation wrong this whole time?

“I-I mean, yeah. I see the way you always look at me ever since we were growing up. Especially in high school, you just couldn’t keep your pretty little eyes off of me, even when you distanced yourself from me.”

“Oh, that’s so not true—”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye right now? You only do that when you lie or if you’re extremely nervous. It seems like you’re both of those things right now.”

God, you forget that at the end of the day, he is your best friend and he knows everything about you. He can read you like a book.

“OK FINE! I admit I always had a crush on you. It’s just I was afraid that it would just get in the way of our friendship. So in high school, I stopped hanging out with as much to try to get over my feelings for you.”

He was still a little surprised by all the things you were saying. You were finally confessing your feelings for him, but he didn’t know that you felt this strongly for him. He couldn’t begin to understand why you felt this way about him out of all people.

“Now my feelings came back for you since we started being roommates. I thought I would be fine, but sometimes seeing you come out of the shower and even walk around in just some sweatpants really gets to me. I—”

He stopped your rambling love confession with a passionate kiss. It felt sincere and comforting all at the same time. He placed one of his hands on the side of your cheek and lightly caressed it with his thumb.

“Look, I fully understand how you feel about me, and I like you too. I know it’s hard to believe, but I was hoping that hooking up with other people would distract my feelings towards you, but it hasn’t been helping. I sometimes imagine the girl I’m with is you—”

“WHAT? You’re such a pervert, you know that?”

"Says the one who secretly watches and gets off to the thought of me," he retorted.

“You know what? Touche. I guess we’re both crazy about each other. I’m just glad to hear you like me too. I genuinely didn’t know you felt this way about me.”

“Yeah, I’ve always known. All my sisters would do is tease me about it. They always tell me just to tell you, but I was always scared you didn’t see me in that way.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled back at him. “Of course, I see you in that way. But what about the girl you were supposed to go on a date with?”

“Oh, I actually was never going to go through with that date with her anyway. I planned on flaking on her since I assumed this was going to happen—”

“Wait, how did you know this was going to happen?”

“Oh, please. It was a matter of time before you fell for my amazing charm,” he said playfully.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light punch on his arm. He acted like it hurt and said, “Ow, what was that for?”

“For being too cocky. Also, you're evil for using that girl to try and get to me—”

“Oh yeah? But that doesn’t matter because I belong to you now.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at that moment. He always knew what to say to make you feel overwhelmed.

“And now our first date can be at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to! We should go there next Friday!”

“Alright, it’s a date!”

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

You’ve been dating for almost a whole year now, and things have been going great. Both of you always go out on cute little dates, and he treats you well. At first, your relationship had a rocky start because you found it very hard to trust him. I mean, it’s only fair since he used to be a big player. But ever since he got with you, he has completely changed as a person. It was almost as if he had a soft spot when it comes you.

One day, you and him were assigned a group project with this other girl, Lia.

Now, you always thought something was off about her from the day you met her. The way she would act around Hendery really rubbed you the wrong way. She always laughed at something he said, even though it wasn’t funny. She would even find a way to touch him, whether it was playfully punching his arm or his thigh. You even brought it up with Hendery, and he just said that you were making a big deal about it.

“Look, babe, I think you’re overreacting a little bit. Me and her have always been friends ever since high school.”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m serious, Hendery, something is off with her. Whenever I would text her about the project, she would either not respond to me or respond days later.”

He was actively getting ready to go to his friend Yangyang's birthday party. Hendery doesn’t go to parties as much as he used to before, but since this was for his best friend, he had to make an appearance. He was putting his shoes on now and he was almost ready to go. You weren’t planning on going with him because you didn’t feel so good. He offered to stay with you, but you didn’t want to get in his way because he was looking forward to the party. He even planned most of it.

“Look, honey, I’m sure Lia doesn’t like me or anything. Last I heard, I think she’s talking to someone.”

That gave you some relief knowing that now. You almost felt bad for painting this evil picture of her. He could tell how anxious and worried you looked. He walked up to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Baby, if you're worried that much, I won’t even stay long at the party. I will go and make sure everything is ok and come back home, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a kiss goodbye as he walked out the door, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.

Fast forward, it was starting to get pretty late and Hendery hadn’t come home yet. But you didn’t let it bother you because a big fear of yours is that you didn’t want to seem too needy and clingy to him. You called him once, and he didn’t answer and left him a couple of text messages, but he hasn’t seen them. You just told yourself he was busy trying to make sure everything at the party was going well, and you didn’t want to be in the way of that. So you decided to go to sleep at this point because you were tired of waiting for him.

It’s 2 am now when you get a phone call, but it is from your best friend.

“OH MY GOD, you need to check what I texted you just now. It’s crazy, and I’m sorry this happened to you, but I had to be the one to tell you,” she exclaimed.

“Well, what is it-”

“Look, my phone is about to die and I can’t stay on the phone for long so just look at the photos I sent you alright?”

“Fine.” She instantly hung up and you went straight into your messages with her.

What you saw that night completely changed you forever.

It was photos she took, and it was of Hendery and Lia being together.

He never mentioned that she was going to be at the party, and all the photos made you want to burst into tears. You could see that she was sitting in his lap, and he looked very happy to be with her. There was even one photo where he had his hands around her waist, and they were making out with each other. In the last photo she sent, it looked like Lia was leading him to a room upstairs, so you already knew what probably happened next.

Hendery just cheated on you.

Not only did he belittle your feelings on how you felt about her, but he made it seem like everything was ok when in reality he just wanted to get into her pants. It makes you begin to question whether all those late nights when he said he was at the "gym," he was actually with her instead. It makes sense why she would feel so comfortable touching him in the first place. All the pieces start to come together. No wonder she used to be so passive-aggressive with you all the time and so dismissive.

She was jealous of you and wanted Hendery for herself.

Before all of this happened, you and him started to become a little more distant. You would always ask him if it was something you did, but he would always reassure you that it wasn’t your fault. You began to blame yourself for all of this happening. If only you had encouraged him to stay home with you, none of this would have happened. Tears started to pour down your face, and you were continuously sobbing. You just couldn’t believe he would do something like this to you.

Here you thought that Hendery had changed.

So you decided to confront him about it when he came home. You went straight into the living room and sat there until he came back.

Some time passed, and now it’s almost 4 am. You had fallen asleep for a bit, but you were awakened by the front door being opened. He tried to shut it softly, almost as if he was trying to be sneaky. But you turned on the light and gave him an intense death glare.

You were furious.

Rightfully so. Your childhood best friend, now boyfriend, not only cheated but broke your trust. You could never trust him or look at him the same way ever again. He gave you a look of fear, almost as if he was afraid of you. You got up from the couch and started to walk towards him.

“So, what happened to you coming home early, huh? Do you realize what time it is right now?” You said in a serious tone.

“U-um yeah, Yangyang wanted me to stay longer, and I-”

“Are you serious? Hendery, if you’re going to lie to me, don’t use your friends as a cop-out.”

He gave you a confused look, and he couldn’t register what you were talking about.

“Hendery, I know you were with Lia tonight. I saw everything.”

The look on his face was almost priceless. You had never seen him look so worried and scared for his life.

“I don’t know what-”

"CAN YOU JUST STOP LYING? I gave you a chance to be honest with me, and now you want to lie to me not once but twice. God, you're such an asshole.”

“Oh, I’m the asshole? You wait for me to come home this late to make lies and assumptions about Lia after I told you-”

You cut right to the chase and showed him all the pictures on your phone.

He immediately wanted to fall to his knees at this moment. He has now been caught, and there are no excuses for what he has done to you.

He tried reaching out to grab your phone and said, “Hey, where did you get those-”

You swiped your phone and backed away from him. When he was approaching you, you caught a whiff of alcohol coming off of him.

He was clearly very intoxicated right now.

He hasn’t been this drunk since last year when he would come home late after parties. He was clearly unstable right now because he could barely. You almost started to feel a little worried for him.

“Was I not enough for you, Hendery? What did she have that I didn’t?”

He gave you a dazed look because he genuinely didn’t know how to respond to this. Even he couldn't understand why he did all of this in the first place. Ever since he has been in a relationship with you, he hasn't been to any parties and didn’t have that much fun. That’s why he originally planned this one for Yangyang. But he didn’t even know that Lia was going to show up. One thing led to another, he just kept on having drinks with her, and he couldn’t stop it.

Just for one night, he didn’t even think about you.

“Look babe, I don’t know why I did it, okay? I will be honest with you, I used to have feelings for her a long time ago, and I was even going to take her out last year and-”

“Wait a minute, the night that I confessed to you, you were supposed to go on a date with her? Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Well, I thought I was completely over her, so I didn’t feel the need to tell you-”

“Oh, you’re such a jerk. You lied to me and told me I was overreacting and that it was just all in my head. You made me feel stupid, and you said she was talking to someone else. Was that all a lie too?”

“Technically no because she lied to me too.”

“And you think that’s supposed to just make things better? You’re such a terrible person; I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“It’s not like you’re any better anyways.”

He hit a nerve with you. You knew that because he was drunk, he was probably saying things he didn't mean, but you couldn't stay calm anymore.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you heard me, sweetie. You’re just as bad as me. All you ever do in this relationship is control me and don’t let me be free. You stopped me from going out to parties as much, and I barely go out as much because of it.”

“Are you actually stupid? I didn’t say you couldn’t go; I just didn’t trust you because I knew some shit like this was going to happen. You’re starting to really piss me off now.”

“Then how about you just shut up then-”

You gave him a hard slap on his face. He had finally crossed the line. He was clearly upset about what you did, and he pushed you against the wall, causing one of the photos to fall against your arm and onto the floor. It scratched your arm a bit, and it was evident it was going to leave a mark.

“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?” you yelled at him in anger.

He pinned you against the wall and looked down at you with frustration. You had never seen him this mad at you before. He had never been this violent towards you, and you were starting to feel scared of him.

He just started crying out of nowhere and tried to caress your face with his hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry and didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Get out now.”

He looked shocked and almost surprised by your response.

“If your ass is not out of here by the morning, I’m calling the police. I don’t want to see you ever again. Do you understand me?”

He instantly regretted all the things he had done to you. He knew you were serious because you had never spoken to him like this before.

"Me and you are done, Hendery."

You push him off of you and go straight into your bedroom, throwing all of his clothes and stuff out into the living room. He keeps begging and pleading for you to stop, but you ignore him; you have made up your mind at this point.

“Babe, please, I’m sorry. I clearly drank too much, and I shouldn’t have laid my hands on you. I promise we can fix this, and I'll do better-”

“NO, WE CAN’T. What don’t you understand when I say get out now? We’re done, and frankly, I just want you out of here immediately.”

“B-But where am I going to sleep tonight?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You should’ve thought of that before you went out and cheated on me. Here's all of your stuff; get out of here now.”

“I live here too, you know-”

“Well, not anymore.”

He starts to accept this outcome. He knows that nothing he could say or do could change your mind. He starts to make his way over to the front door and gives you a look of guilt. He really messed up this time; he was not only losing his girlfriend but his best friend.

“Oh, I know it’s too late to say this, but happy one-year anniversary.”

Holy shit.

You lost track of the time, and you realize that today was indeed your one-year anniversary with him. The fact that all this had to happen on the day of your anniversary makes everything even more painful. He closes the door behind him, and you never see Hendery ever again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Seven years had passed, and you had established yourself in your career. You got a job offer that brought you back to your hometown. Three months into this new job, you had become close with your coworkers, who invited you out for drinks to celebrate. Excited for a night out, you dressed in your favorite outfit and headed to the bar, catching an Uber to meet your colleagues.

Little did you know, Hendery happened to be at the same place too. At first, he didn't notice you until Yangyang pointed you out.

"Hey, isn't that-"

"Yeah, it is her. I haven't seen her since we broke up. She looks so different now."

"Dude, I know. You were stupid for cheating on her in the first place."

“Tell me something I don’t already know. We probably would have still been together now if I wasn’t such an idiot."

As time passed, he began to miss you and being in a relationship with you. He longed for your company and missed all the time you had shared. Every day, he regretted hurting you and wished he could’ve fixed the relationship.

“Well, I don’t think it’s too late to properly apologize. Besides, that was years ago, I’m sure she is probably over it by now.”

“Oh, I know for a fact she is not. I really broke her heart, and she is not just going to move on from that.”

You were not over it. You still get triggered when you think of him. Even now, you don’t want to forgive him at all.

But another part of you still missed him.

You often imagined how life would have been if he never cheated. You envisioned feeling happy and fulfilled being with him. But he made his choice, and it was to not be with you.

“I wish I could just-”

He stopped as he noticed you laughing with one of your male coworkers. You were sitting pretty close to him and looked like you were really intoxicated. You were pretty much a lightweight and tended to get pretty “friendly” when drunk.

Hendery felt a little jealous seeing you with someone else. But he knew you guys haven’t been with each other in a very long time, so of course you would move on from him. It still hurts to see you with someone else.

“Dude, you're staring way too hard at her,” Yangyang said.

“No, I’m not,” Hendery replied as he looked away from you.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

"So much," Hendery replied with a sigh.

“Listen, I say you go talk to her and try to work things out. Even if she doesn’t forgive you, give her a better apology than before.”

He was right.

The night you and Hendery broke up, he was too intoxicated to even give you a proper apology.

“You know what? You’re right. I’m going to talk to her right now-”

“Woah, do you really think it’s a good idea? She looks pretty occupied now, and maybe you should talk to her after-”

“No, it has to be now. What if I don’t get an opportunity like this again? This is my sign to do it now.”

Yangyang nodded his head as he watched how Hendery made his way over to your table.

As he approached you, your whole demeanor started to change. You went from being carefree and happy to anxious and irritated.

“Unbelievable. I thought I never had to see your face again,” you said in a harsh but serious tone.

All your coworkers at the table noticed the shift in your behavior. They had never seen you so angry before.

“Look, I don’t want to take too much of your time, but can I-”

“Can you what? Make a fool out of me for the 2nd time now? Not in front of my friends. I would appreciate it if you leave now.”

Things started to get uncomfortable not only for you but also for your coworkers.

“It will just take like 5 minutes. Can we please just talk-”

“What is there to talk about? Just leave me alone. You’re pissing me off even more than before."

The guy sitting next to you noticed how your body was starting to shake a little. He didn’t know why the two of you broke up, but he saw that he was making you feel uncomfortable. So, he decided to do something about it. He sat up and placed a hand on Hendery's shoulder.

“Hey man, just back off, alright? She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you. So I suggest you—"

Before things escalated, Yangyang intervened to break up the altercation between your coworker and Hendery before things got messier.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys, but let's just step away for a moment," Yangyang said, attempting to defuse the situation.

"Wait," you exclaimed.

Everyone at the table turned their attention to you, curious to hear what you had to say.

"Um, that won’t be necessary, Yangyang. I'll hear Hendery out and see what he has to say," you announced.

Your coworkers were shocked by your decision, and the one who had tried to defend you earlier asked if you were sure about it. You nodded in response.

Yangyang stepped away, and you followed Hendery to a table in the back where your conversation wouldn't be overheard.

Hendery stared at you, struggling to find the right words. You were just as beautiful and intimidating as ever.

“Uh, are you going to say anything to me or just keep on being a creep?” you asked.

He let out a soft chuckle and said, “Nah, it's just you're still so pretty, and you look so different now.”

“Yeah, it's because I've been happier since we broke up.”

“Ouch, okay, I deserve that. Look, what I did to you was so wrong, and I don’t know how I can make it up to you. I'm seriously sorry for—”

“Oh, don’t act like you care now. You know, after we broke up, a small part of me was waiting for you to come back to try and make things right, and I hated myself for feeling that way. To have given you the benefit of the doubt, but you know what you did instead?”

He looked worried about what you were going to say next.

“You decided to go back to your old ways and sleep with every girl you see, and you didn’t even try to text or call to give me a proper apology. It’s almost as if you wanted to find a reason to break up with me so you could go back to being a whore again.”

Hendery was a little hurt and taken aback by what you said. He knew you were a little buzzed and tended to speak bluntly because of it.

He hated that you were right about everything.

“Okay, you’re right. I was being childish, and you have every right to hate my guts right now. But that's why I want to make things right between us—”

“Make things right? Are you serious? You made me feel stupid all these years, I thought that I did something wrong and I wasn't enough for you. You made it seem like I was the problem.”

“Listen, I know none of this is okay, and you don’t have to forgive me. I just want you to hear me say that I’m sorry.”

You started to get up and said, “Well, you should’ve told me that seven years ago.”

He stopped you from walking away, grabbed your wrist, and said, “Look, I shouldn’t have cheated on you, and I should’ve just communicated how I was feeling about you. Instead, I was too much of a coward to say anything. I am a different person now.”

You rolled your eyes, as if you were going to believe anything he said. He was just saying this so he could find his way back into your life.

“Yeah, right? You've changed?”

You sat back down in your chair and crossed your arms at him.

“Actually, I have. I stopped drinking so much that I only do it on occasion now. I even went to therapy, and it really helped me out a lot. Probably the best thing I could’ve done for myself.”

He said this with such conviction, and it seemed genuine. He maintained eye contact with you, and that’s how you know he was telling the truth. Whenever he lied, he could never look at you in the eye.

You were starting to believe him.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him. It had been over seven years since you last saw each other, and people can change in that amount of time.

Even someone like Hendery.

You finally started to come around and cracked a little smile.

“Fine, I guess you have changed. The old you wouldn't have tried this hard to apologize to me.”

He was shocked when you initially turned around and decided to forgive him after all this time.

"So, do you forgive me?" he asked.

You were a little hesitant at first but decided to nod your head yes. He let out a sigh of relief as if a weight was being lifted off his chest.

“I forgive you, but it will take some time for me to accept you back into my life. I mean, we were really good friends, and you messed up our friendship as well.”

“I know, and I want to apologize for that too. My sisters would come after me for being such an idiot.”

“Oh yeah, how are your sisters? I haven’t talked to them in so long since I moved away.”

“They’re good! They always hoped that we would someday be good friends again!”

You guys began to catch up more, and it was starting to get pretty late. Your coworkers approached you and asked if you were coming with them, and you said you were going to stay back and talk with Hendery some more. As time went on, Yangyang had left too because he didn't want to interrupt what was going on between you two.

It was now midnight, and you had no ride home.

“Hey, I have no problem taking you home. Unless you’re not comfortable with that—”

“No, I don't mind. I don’t live too far away, so you can drop me off.”

He nodded, and you got into his car and sat in the passenger seat. You guided him on how to get there. Suddenly, it started to rain really hard, and it was getting harder for him to maneuver his way around. Eventually, you arrived at your place. You offered him to come inside, just until the rain started to dial down. He agreed, and you both ran inside into your apartment building. You made it into your room and put all your stuff down.

You were so focused on getting inside that you didn’t realize how Hendery's clothes were drenched in the rain, and his hair was wet. His wet clothes were clinging to his figure, making you see the outline of his body. He pushed his long hair back to stop it from covering his face.

Why were you still so attracted to him?

“Hey, your clothes are very wet. I can put them in the dryer for you.”

"Aw, thanks, I appreciate it."

He starts to take off his shirt, but you stop him.

"Whoa, you don’t have to do that in front of me. Just go to the laundry room, and I'll find you a t-shirt or something."

"Oh, please, don’t act like you've never seen my body before. It's just like when we were roommates, right?"

"Yeah, but it’s different now... just go put your clothes away."

He agreed and put his clothes in the dryer. You gave him one of your baggy shirts to wear while he waited. You sat on the couch and got comfortable, keeping a normal distance from each other. You talked more about life and what you've both been up to since being apart.

"So, whatever happened to Lia? How long did that last?" You said playfully, knowing their relationship was bound to end.

"We didn’t even last a week."

You started laughing hard, and he chuckled a bit too. You both knew he never actually liked her and just jumped at the first opportunity he had.

"Of course, it didn’t. What happened with that?"

"So, apparently, I was too 'boring' for her, and she wanted to be with someone more fun."

"That’s so stupid. God, I really never liked her. Still don’t know how you tolerated her."

It was crazy how you both went right back to the way things were. It felt purely platonic between the two of you, and you could freely talk about anything. It didn’t feel weird or awkward at all. You both were mature about the situation.

"So, what about you? I'm sure you dated some guys after we broke up."

"Surprisingly, not really. I had to heal and work on myself afterward. I didn’t meet anyone until after I graduated. I tried hookups, but they didn’t really help. So, I waited to be in a relationship with someone, and I did."

Hendery was very curious about what you meant by that.

"So, what happened with him?"

“So, the relationship ended a couple of months ago, and it was pretty off and on. We just weren't going to work out since I had to move back here. We didn’t want to do long distance, so we just broke up.”

You were so deep into the conversation that you didn’t notice how close Hendery sat next to you. He was only a knee's length away. He patted your shoulder and said, “Dang, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Ah, it’s alright. It was completely mutual, and yeah, it still hurts me a little. That’s why I went out with my coworkers to drink tonight, to try and ease the pain.”

“Wait, really? Now I feel even worse. I ruined your night out by dumping myself back into your life—”

You grabbed onto his arm and said, “Oh no, you didn’t ruin anything. Actually, a part of me is glad you did that. I missed having my best friend in my life.”

He smiled and got up from the couch, walking around your place a little bit. He looked at all the pictures on your wall and noticed the cracked photo frame that he broke the night of your breakup. It was a photo of you and him when you were kids.

“Whoa, you still have this? I can’t believe I hurt you that night. I really shouldn’t have done that.”

You got up and made your way over to him, replying, “Yeah, it’s fine. Plus, I struggle to let go of things, so I've kept it ever since. Also, look, the scar is still there too.”

You lifted up your sleeves and showed your arm to him. He had a guilty look on his face, and all this just made him feel even worse. He still couldn’t believe that he put his hands on you. Even though the scar was just a little scratch, he still felt terrible. He looked over to another photo, and it seemed to be a photo of you and your ex. He picked it up and said, “I’m assuming this was him?”

“Yeah, I tell myself I will get rid of it, but I just can’t bring myself to do it, you know?”

Hendery knew exactly what you were talking about. He still had photos of the two of you when you were dating. He looked back on them every now and then to reminisce on all the good memories you had together. He knew that you were in a vulnerable state in your life right now. You broke up with your boyfriend a long time ago, and you’re still trying to cope with it.

But, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted you right now.

He feels terrible, but he can’t help it. You were wearing an off-the-shoulder baggy shirt with some shorts. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He felt like such a creep for having such lewd thoughts about you, and he didn’t know how long he could take it anymore.

"So, where's your room?"

"Nice try, but that's not going to work on me."

"What are you talking about? You're the one making it weird. I just asked a simple question."

Maybe he was right. You had been in your head a lot recently, and you tended to overanalyze things. He just wanted you to give him a little tour of your new place. You led him into your room. He saw that you kept it very simple, and instead of having lights on, you had candles lighting up your room. You both decided to chill there and play some music. Then, you started to talk more about life and didn’t even realize you were both lying side by side with each other on the bed. He then noticed a mysterious box you had next to your bedside table.

"Hey, what’s in that box next to you?"

You began to panic and forgot to put it away in your drawers. You couldn’t think of an excuse off the top of your head, and you said, “Oh, it’s nothing, you just reminded me to put it away-”

"Okay, now I know you’re lying to me because you always stumble on your words when you do that. Let me see it."

He tried to reach over you to get it, but you stopped and started to play fight with him. You were trying to push him back enough so you could secretly hide it somewhere when he wasn’t looking. You don’t know how this happened, but he is now on top of you and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. You were squirming under him and started to laugh at your struggle.

"Let go of me now."

"Aww, but where's the fun in that? Let’s see what you’re hiding in here."

He grabbed the box and opened it, and to his surprise, he saw what you were trying to hide so desperately.

All of your sex toys.

When you were together, you never really had any, probably just one or two. But this box was filled with so many things, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"Wow, I didn’t know you liked all of this."

You started to become embarrassed by this situation, and the position you were in wasn’t making it any better.

“L-look, it’s not what y-you think. I-”

“Oh, don’t try and explain yourself now, sweetie. I knew secretly you were probably into a lot of things.”

He knelt down to your ear and whispered, “But I couldn’t ever imagine you being this much of a slut.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you felt your body go limp. It’s been forever since he talked to you like this before. It was as if his whole demeanor had changed, and he was starting to get serious.

“Well, people change, you know? I’m not the same person you used to be,” you said in a flirtatious manner.

He felt himself start to become hard for you. The way you looked so fragile and weak under him, with you pinned down with one of his hands, was really doing something to him.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Oh, really now? I want to see this new version of you, so let me just-”

You had some handcuffs in the box, and he decided to cuff you to the headboard of the bed.

“U-um, what are you doing? I don’t think we should-”

“Come on, baby, don’t act like you don’t miss this. I mean, look at you down there?”

He took off your shorts, and he saw a wet spot formed in your panties. You were too embarrassed to say anything.

“Mhm, don’t act all shy now. This is only just the beginning. Let’s try using this on you-”

He lowered your underwear down past your ankles, and now you’re left in nothing but your t-shirt. He grabbed one of your vibrators and started to use it on you. You let out a loud moan from the sudden sensation you were feeling on your clit.

“P-please, slow it d-down-”

He brought it a level higher than before and started to laugh at you. He enjoyed seeing you trying to keep it together.

“God, you look so pathetic right now, and it’s actually kind of cute.”

You started to tense up a bit from his words. He started to spice things up by shoving one of his fingers into your aching pussy. You let out a loud scream and quickly covered your mouth with his other hand.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want your neighbors to find out what’s going on here. I need you to be good for me and try to keep your voice down,” he said in such a calming tone that it was starting to put you at ease. But you spoke too soon, and he added a second finger into your cunt. He was thrusting into you at a rough and hard pace. Tears started to form in your eyes as you bit your lips to hold back your moans.

“F-fuck, if you k-keep this up I’m going to-”

“I know, so why don’t you cum for me, okay?”

You nodded his head as he set your vibrator to the highest setting and continued fingering you at a rougher pace. When you came, he removed the toy and his fingers, then used his mouth to clean everything up. This took you a little off guard, but you felt satisfied.

You couldn’t believe this was happening right now.

He took off your handcuffs, and you felt like you were going to pass out. But Hendery took off his shirt and lowered his sweatpants down to his knees. You could see his hard-on protruding through his boxers, clearly aroused by you.

“Oh, we are not done yet, sweetheart. I’m not fully satisfied yet, and I can’t hold back anymore.”

He took off your shirt, and your chest was exposed to him. You felt the cold air on you, and that made your nipples start to perk up.

“You look so pretty, how can I ever resist you?”

He grabbed both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders, shoving his cock into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a loud moan. He wasn’t slowing down either. He was desperate for you, pounding into you with a rough and hard pace. He lowered his head to your chest and started to kiss all over your tits. He couldn’t help himself, and he had been wanting to do this to you all night. He started sucking on one of them while groping and squeezing the other with his hand. Then, he switched and repeated the same actions on the other boob. You were practically seeing stars at this point and didn’t know how long you could last.

“P-please, I-I don’t know if I can-”

“Yes, you can. You've done it before in my mouth, and now I want you to cum all over my cock.”

He was being so blunt, and he knew exactly what he wanted from you. He began thrusting aggressively into you and wrapped his hand around your neck. He felt you tighten up when he started to choke you, and he took note of that.

“Aww, you like this, don’t you, baby? You’re so needy for me, it’s adorable.”

There he goes again, making you feel all flustered for him. It was starting to become humiliating for you.

“Ah, shit, I’m going to cum soon. Do it at the same time with me, please,” Hendery exclaimed.

You nodded your head, and he went faster than before. The headboard of your bed was aggressively hitting the back of your wall. You knew for a fact that your neighbors were hearing all of this right now. But you didn’t care. You were lost in your own world with him, and nothing else mattered to you right now. You both started to be loud for each other and you eventually both finished at the same time. He was bottoming out inside of you and didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

You both fell back, side by side. Looking up at the ceiling, you started to question if this was really happening. Secretly, you both had thought about this before. Hendery turned to face you and said,

“Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry for putting the moves on you this fast. I mean, you're still recovering from a breakup and-”

You stopped him from talking by kissing him. He was a little startled by this, but he wrapped his arm behind your waist and brought you closer to him.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything. Tonight was amazing, and it was the first time in a very long time I had someone make me feel this good.”

“So what about your ex?”

“Well, he was… interesting to say the least.”

“He didn’t make you cum sometimes, huh?”

You punched his arm playfully and began to laugh. “Yeah, he wouldn’t, and sometimes it was so bad I had to imagine it was -”

Shit, why did you have to say that? You were practically delirious because not only were you still trying to process what just happened, but it was 3 am, and you said anything that came to mind since you were very tired.

“Wait, what?”

“Uh, nothing…”

He grabbed your chin and had that condescending look on his face. “Come on, honey, tell me what you were going to say.”

You felt flustered again and said, “Fine, I sometimes would think about you so I could finish afterward.”

“Oh wow, to be honest, I would sometimes think about you too.”

You playfully slapped his arm and said, “Pervert.”

“Says the one who used to secretly watch me all the time.”

“Touche.”

You both laughed it off and cuddled for the rest of the night. You wondered what happens next from here. You both still have feelings for each other and didn’t want to walk away from this.

“So, how do you want to take things from here?” You said.

“Well, I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything. If you just want this to be it, I’m completely okay with that.”

“No, I missed what we had, and I don’t want this to be the end.”

“So, what are you saying?”

You sat up from the bed, and he did the same as well. You crossed your legs and faced him in his direction. You grabbed his hands and looked at him, saying, “I want us to get back together.”

Hendery had a worried look on his face.

“Are you sure about this? I really hurt you last time, and I don’t want to cause you any more pain.”

“I’m completely sure now, and I know you've changed since the last time we saw each other.”

He nodded his head and gave you a kiss on the lips. He spent the night at your place, and from that point on, you took things slow. You were both just happy that in the end, you found each other again…

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Request for @tenswife (Yandere WayV Maknaes) 4.1k, yandere, asylum patients, needles, drugs, restraints, manipulation, delusions, hallucinations, choking, bruising, kidnapping, loss of mental stability (@starillusion13)

“Stay away from the triplets.”

That wasn’t something you wanted to hear on your first day. All it did was make you aware of how dangerous this place was. That’s what you thought anyway, an asylum isn’t exactly a place for sane people, and this wasn’t making you feel better. Even with that in mind you were told it would be a good idea to get some help, professional help that is. The stress from work was really getting to you as of late, and it was becoming noticeable. You needed a break, and you needed to do better for yourself. A place like this had counselors, people who could understand your issues and help, so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check yourself in for a few days.

You had taken the time off work, and your friends knew where you’d be so no one had to worry about you. Once you had signed all the paperwork and changed your clothes one of the nurses showed you around. Everyone here was getting help for different reasons, and some patients were more extreme than others, so depending on one’s condition, they’d be on a certain floor. Since you were there for simple counseling and stress relief remedies you’d be on the second floor. You’d have full access to the second floor, and what it offered, but would be unable to enter any other floor. Only the staff could get to multiple floors.

Although there was a common area on the third floor where all types of patients could intermingle under supervision. It was meant to make sure no one, not even the more difficult cases, felt so isolated from the rest of the world. If you wanted to be there you needed a staff escort and would be assigned a supervisor. Visiting this place was part of the tour, and as you were looking around your gaze was drawn to something. There were three boys sitting together in a corner, drawing with crayons and giggling. They seemed to be childish despite being grown adults. The nurse realized what you were looking at and gave you a warning.

The triplets, as she called them, were nothing but trouble. They weren’t related to one another, and were admitted at different times. Of course the nurse couldn’t tell you what floor or what reasons they were admitted for, but they told you those three were dangerous. You were still curious, but such a warning in this place was something to take seriously. You just wanted to get better, so there was no reason to take an interest in other patients. For the first few days as you settled in you remained on your designated floor, even making a friend with your next door roommate. They had only been there for a week longer than you, but they knew quiet a lot.

“There are five floors in total.” Mina explained. “The first one as you know is the public one for people to get evaluated, or come visit their loved ones. Second floor, where we are, is for those of us who are sane and autonomous, and can help themselves with their own care. Third floor is where the common area is, as well as where the long term patients like us stay. Fourth floor is for those who are mentally unstable, and the fifth floor… that’s where they keep the psychos.”

“Noted.”

Since you were doing well, seeing a counselor and participating in stress relieving activities, you thought it would be alright to visit the common area and see what it had to offer. You went up with Mina, being reminded of the rules and regulations to follow while there. The two of you found some board games to play while also watching some TV. It all seemed peaceful and relaxed, but then you noticed the triplets in the corner again.

“Mina.”

“Hm?”

“The triplets… do you know what floor they’re from?”

“Fifth.”

“Wait, what? I thought the fifth floor was for psychos, and they’re allowed here?”

“Yeah. What’s crazier is that those three come from well-off families and the rumors are they harassed girls and shit. They all got admitted at different times but stuck together for some reason. They behave so they’re allowed here. Just ignore them.”

“Right…”

They didn’t draw attention to themselves so it was fairly easy to ignore the triplets and just focus on whatever you were doing. Although one day you caught one of the triplets staring at you. When you met his gaze you kind of froze, but what sent chills down your spine was the fact you couldn’t read his face at all. Maybe he was just zoning out, but either way you moved away once you broke eye contact. You thought that would be the end of things, but it was only the beginning.

Since many of the patients gathered in the common area, weekly and daily announcements were done there. You were sitting off to the side, mainly alone, when a boy slowly approached you. He was very shy, and had a bit of trouble making eye contact, but he was certainly trying. He seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place it. He was probably someone who was always around in the common area you just never really noticed them. You didn’t know his situation, and he didn’t seem like a bad person so you left him alone. That is until he managed to speak up.

“You’re really pretty… what’s a pretty girl like you doing here…”

The question was a bit surprising, but you figured there was no harm in answering.

“Things have gotten a bit difficult for me, and I need a break. Plus it’s important to look after my mental health, so I’m here.”

“So… what do you do when-”

“YangYang.”

One of the orderlies came over, grabbing the boy and pulling him away from you. The whole thing confused you until you saw where the boy was put. He was in the corner with two others and you realized he was one of the triplets. It sent chills down your spine and you told yourself to be more careful next time.

🖤

YangYang gave a nasty glare to the orderly when they pulled him away from you. He knew part of the rules for them being the common area was to keep to themselves, but one little conversation should have been allowed. He returned to his group with a pout.

“So, so!” Hendery cheered. “What’s she like?”

A smile appeared on YangYang’s face. “She’s nice, and so pretty up close.”

“We should have her.” Xiaojun said.

🖤

You tried not to let that interaction bother you too much, and continued about your day as normal. You’ve never really had any trouble with anything, but that night you woke up, having heard some weird sounds. You groggily looked around your room until you realized you weren’t alone. You were ready to scream but someone put their hand over your mouth. Two people held you down and then another crawled on top of you, it was YangYang. He smiled down at you, a hand caressing your cheek.

“You’re really pretty… can we finish our conversation from before? What do you do in your career?”

The hand over your mouth slowly moved away. There really was no point in screaming or struggling. They had gotten into your room somehow when it shouldn’t be possible. For your safety and the safety of the others there was a curfew to follow, and all patients were locked in their room. Yet somehow they had gotten in undetected. It made you incredibly nervous and fearful, but you still managed to answer.

“Just… just a corporate job… nothing special…”

“You don’t seem to like it, so why do you stay?”

“I.. it pays the bills… and it’s not a difficult job…”

“Then why are you here? You said you were looking after your health. If it’s not a bad job or a hard one, then what’s wrong?”

“What… what about you… I… I don’t…”

“Oh, yeah, we never properly introduced ourselves, did we?” YangYang chuckled, gesturing to himself then the others. “I’m YangYang, this is Hendery and that’s Xiaojun. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Very nice.” Xiaojun added.

“I… so then… what’s… why are you here…”

“Our families didn’t want us around, and this was the best way to make us disappear.”

“Oh…”

You felt a bit sad upon hearing that. Although while you were distracted with your own thoughts you didn’t notice them moving around until you felt a pinch on your neck.

“Sleep well.”

🖤

You woke up in the morning with a big of a headache, but you didn’t let it bother you too much. If anything you were more concerned over the weird dream you had last night. As you went to get breakfast you found Mina.

“Morning.”

“Hey, good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Fine, why?”

“I thought I heard some noises last night, and I think I woke up but I’m not so sure.”

“Well, I didn’t hear anything. Slept through the night like a baby.”

“Right… do you know anything about the triplets? Besides what you’ve already told me.”

“Not really. They’re just a bunch of weirdos, there’s no reason to ask about them.”

“Yeah… you’re sure you didn’t hear anything?”

“No, why? Did you?”

“I mean… I’m sure I woke up cause I heard something.”

“Well, even if we’re locked in our rooms, the nurses and orderlies do still roam the halls. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I guess… none of the patients can access other floors… can they?”

“No. Only staff have clearance. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just a weird night that’s left me to question a lot.”

You ended up chalking it up to being a dream and going about your day as normal. You figured you would have weird dreams since you were in such a different place, so it shouldn’t be something to worry about. Except it happened again the next night. There was nothing in particular that woke you up but when you opened your eyes you saw the triplets in your room. YangYang was sitting at the foot of your bed, Hendery at your little desk and Xiaojun sitting on the floor doodling with some paper.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Xiaojun asked.

“I… uh… I haven’t dated in a while…”

“Can I be your boyfriend!?” Hendery asked.

“What, no, I’ll be her boyfriend.” Xiaojun countered. “I asked first.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did.”

“I’ll be her boyfriend.” YangYang added.

“No!”

The three argued among themselves for a moment before settling down. They were sharing glances and seemed to be communicating in silence, then they looked at you.

“Can we all be your boyfriends?” YangYang asked.

“Uh… I’m not really looking to be in a relationship right now.”

You weren’t sure what the response to that would be, but it was quite frightening. For a minute they were all quiet, and then they sprung to life. They pinned you down and started tearing at your clothes. Before you could scream a hand was over your mouth and then everything changed. You shot up in bed, panting and looking around in a panic. You were still in your room, but you were alone, and it was clearly daytime. Everything seemed to be fine, but your mind was still racing.

You asked Mina about hearing any noises last night, but once again she heard nothing. You were still freaked out so you avoided the common area for a while. Although you found yourself having some trouble sleeping. You were scared to do so, and triple checked your room to make sure the door was locked and you were alone. You did eventually manage to fall asleep, but randomly woke up at night. You were relieved to find yourself alone, but horrified to see your door wide open.

Against your better judgment you got up and carefully stepped out of your room. You looked down the halls but no one seemed to be around. So you called for a nurse or orderly, wondering if anyone was there. You were about to go back to your room when you saw someone approaching, thinking it was a staff member, but when they got closer you realized you were wrong. Xiaojun skipped over to you with a big smile on your face.

“Hello, welcome, it’s so good to see you.”

“What… what happened… how…”

“Now you can be with us.”

“What?”

Xiaojun gestured to a sign on the wall and you felt your heart drop. According to the number on the wall you were on the fifth floor and not the second. Your first instinct was to run, to find someway out, but of course you were chased. The boy had caught up to you and trapped you in their arms. You screamed and struggled and then you were back in your room, morning sunlight peeking in. It had been another bad dream, and far worse than the last. You weren’t going to get any better if you couldn’t sleep so you spoke to your counselor and managed to get some sleeping pills prescribed. You managed to sleep well that night, but it was short lived.

The next night you woke up to see the door to your room wide open, although you couldn’t get up. You knew all the beds in the asylum had restraints on them, but you never expected yours to be used. You struggled and tried to break free, but there was no getting out of these restraints. Then you saw those three walk into your room. You immediately shut your eyes, telling yourself that this all had to be a dream. With the sleeping pills, weird dreams were probably a side effect.

“Are you having fun?” Hendery asked.

You tried to pay them no attention, wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

“This is just a dream… just a dream…”

“Aww that’s sad to hear, but we can change that.”

You felt another pinch at your neck, and your world melted to black. When you opened your eyes again you saw the morning light in your room, and you could move around freely. The nightmare stuck with you though, like there was this sense of paranoia following you. Everything was making you feel uneasy, and you were suspicious of everything. That led to a breakdown, or so you were told, since the orderlies had to restrain you and sedate you. Because of that incident you wound up getting moved to the fourth floor. It was the last thing you wanted, but you weren’t in control of your health here, at least not fully.

You wound up seeing another counselor from there. They asked about the breakdown and what caused it. You were nervous to admit the truth but were told that if you lied to yourself it wouldn’t help you get any better. You knew they were right so you told the truth about your dreams and how they left you feeling. You were afraid they weren’t just dreams and if they were you couldn’t understand why you were freaking out so bad.

“You’re in a new environment, and even though you know you are safe here there are still many unknowns. I understand the situation surrounding the triplets may be unnerving, but they are always under supervision, and not allowed on any other floors. They’ve shown good behavior that’s allowed them access to the common area but that is all, and that can be revoked at any moment.”

You figured you could be more at ease here after speaking with the counselor. The fourth floor was far more secure than the second, more so considering who was right above you. Besides, there was a lot more focus on you and your individual care so you certainly felt better about yourself in no time. The one-on-one counseling was also really good for you.

“I don’t really understand why I kept dreaming about them…”

“Well, they are real and restricted in their movements, which perhaps reminds you of your own situation. Despite being well off you are still living with struggles, and surely here you’ve found things more easier. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t feel like going home.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You are here to improve your health, and perhaps you haven’t been shown care in your actual life the way you have received it here. Which does bring up the question, is there something that hasn’t been going well in your life?”

“I… I was just working really hard… thinking I was gonna get a promotion… I failed on that end… so I guess I’m just feeling stuck… and I didn’t do much to help myself until I hit my breaking point…”

“Burnout needs more than two weeks of recovery. All this could be your own call for help.”

“I suppose that makes sense…”

You had a lot to think about, and a lot of time too. For the time being you weren’t allowed back in the common area. So you had a lot of time to yourself. You’d eat alone in your room, and found out that the people on this floor were just as friendly, if not more. Although at night you definitely heard noises. Staff roaming the halls and other patients having difficulty sleeping. At least this time you knew you weren’t just hearing things.

“Pretty girl…”

Except for the night you began to hear voices. You woke up and saw those boys again, but you told yourself it was just a dream.

“You’re not real.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m just imagining things… you’re all from the fifth floor… and dangerous…”

“If you say so, we can help you sleep better though.”

You felt the bed dip and opened your eyes to find YangYang on top of you. Before you could say anything his hands were around your throat, choking you out.

“You must be crazy and dumb to think we’re not real.”

“We’re gonna drive you insane so you never leave this place.” Xiaojun added.

“Cause what we want, we get.” Hendery stated.

You couldn’t get YangYang off you, struggling underneath him until you passed out. When you woke in the morning you felt an ache around your throat. You got up and when you looked in the mirror you could see the bruises on your neck. You had no way of hiding the truth, so of course it was brought up in your daily session. You weren’t going to lie, the proof was obvious.

“Those triplets did this to me! They snuck into my room and YangYang choked me! They tried to kill me!” You were freaking out. “I’m not safe here. I need to leave. I know early release is allowed for my situation and-”

“It’s actually not.”

“Huh? When I came here the-”

“You need to go through a reevaluation given your change in situation. From there we-”

“I am not staying here! Those three have been messing with me since I arrived and-”

“Please calm down. You’re letting your emotions-”

“Look at my neck! You think I did this to myself?”

“That is still a possibility as-”

“Let me out!”

Of course the orderlies were called and you wound up being dragged back to your room and restrained. You wanted nothing more than to leave this place and now they were telling you that you couldn’t. You wouldn’t stop your screaming and wound up sedated, falling asleep for a while. When you woke up later you had calmed down, taking a moment to think of your next move. You called for an orderly, and they undid the restraints. Then you demanded your phone call. You could have used the phone whenever back on the second floor, but here you only got a call once a week. There were a list of people to talk to, but you could only think of one person.

“Hello?”

“Ten… I don’t know what happened but-”

“Who are you talking to?” You turned around to find Xiaojun. “The line is dead.”

“What?”

The sound of the dial tone slowly faded in, and your eyes went wide. You turned back to the phone, trying to dial the number again but there was nothing. You were starting to hyperventilate. You looked back for Xiaojun but he was nowhere to be found. Your vision was starting to blur and you collapsed to the ground. You couldn’t really tell what was real or what was fake anymore. You felt like you were losing your mind and eventually the darkness swallowed you up.

🖤

You slowly opened your eyes, and even if you were awake you could tell it was nightfall. As you sat up you saw that this wasn’t your room, but another place entirely. You weren’t sure if this facility had solitary confinement type rooms, but then again your door was wide open. You carefully got out of bed and walked towards the door. This was probably all just some dream. When you got out into the hall you found it eerily quiet, and rather dark.

“Hello! Is anyone there!”

Might not be a good idea to yell into the emptiness, but you couldn’t help it. Your eyes scanned your surroundings and then you realized where you were. This was the fifth floor. You immediately ran. You didn’t want to stay here and you had to find an exit. You really had no idea where you were going when suddenly you came upon a very peculiar scene.

“Good. You’re awake.”

The only common area you knew of was on the third floor, and yet this looked familiar. It was spacious and seemed to have a lot of activities, but what stood out was the emptiness and occupants. The triplets were playing video games, all kinds of junk food and snacks surrounding them. It was just them and no one else. Not a single staff member in sight.

“What… what’s going on…” They all laughed. “What’s happening…”

“You forget what we told you.” YangYang said. “What we want, we get.”

“But… I… I don’t…”

“Don’t get us wrong. We are legally locked up here.” Hendery commented. “Yet money is power. So we’ve made the most of this place.”

“It’s more like home.” Xiaojun added. “And we’ve wanted some company.”

“No… no this isn’t right…”

You took a step back, intending to run off and find an exit but YangYang quickly came over to you. He took your hand and dragged you over to where they were, forcing you to sit down. Next thing you knew Hendery was pressing a glass to your lips and tilting your head back, forcing you to drink this mystery liquid. It didn’t taste awful but you found yourself coughing and gasping for breath afterwards.

“What… what was that?”

You soon got an answer to your question as you began to feel a bit dizzy, your vision blurring and gradually fading in and out. Xiaojun came over to your side and had you lay down, letting you rest your head in his lap. He looked down on you with a smile, gently petting your head. Hendery also feeding you some snacks which you lazily ate. Although even in your dazed state you knew what was going on was wrong.

“I… I have to… leave…”

“You won’t be leaving anytime soon.” Hendery informed. “After all, you clearly had a mental breakdown.”

“And you were moved to the fifth floor.” YangYang stated. “No visits, no real records, you’re basically locked away in here with us.”

“Which isn’t bad at all.” Xiaojun explained. “We can do whatever we want here! Which means we can totally make you crazy on paper and in real life.”

The three laugh and you try to make a move to get up but get held in place, starting to find it difficult to move or even think.

“Things are better this way for all of us.” YangYang said. “It’s what we wanted. No more worries and responsibilities, and that goes for you too.”

“We’re free to just live our lives however we want.” Hendery added. “Doesn’t that sound great.”

“We’ll take good care of you.” Xiaojun reassured. “So just be happy, we got a great adventure ahead of us.”

You had certainly been drugged, and you had no idea if this was a dream or your reality. Either way you had to admit there was a sense of peace with losing your mind. Maybe you should figure out your situation and put yourself back together but for now you were content existing as is. You weren’t alone after all.

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momodoesposts · 1 year

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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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saeyoungchips · 1 year

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[2:59 a.m]

sleepovers with hendery were nothing out of the norm. you two were used to doing that kind of stuff since you became friends in middle school.

"is really this the movie you love so much?" hendery asked you in disbelief; he couldn't grasp the fact that, because of you, he was willingly watching a movie about a baby in a suit.

"(y/n)?" he called you by your name at your lack of response. "are you listening to me?"

it wasn't until he tried to turn his head to glance at you that he felt an unexpected weight between his neck and shoulders. the scent of your shampoo that suddenly filled his nostrils made him tense his whole body.

as he breathed deeply, trying to relax himself and not wake you up, he raised one of his hands to your hair and awkwardly tried to caress it.

"how can you fall asleep at your favorite movie?" was the last thing hendery mumbled to your sleeping self before paying all of his attention to the movie.

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lattaeyongs · 1 year

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[2:29 PM] “Okay babe, I need to eat,” You tell Hendery after thanking the waiter who set your food on the table. Your boyfriend pouts, stubbornly holding your right hand. You sigh, and pick up the chopsticks of your sushi with your left hand, but you fumble with the sticks. Pursing your lips, you breathe out in frustration. “Here, let me,” Hendery says, without letting go of your hand. He takes the chopsticks and picks up a piece of sushi, holding it close to your mouth. “Say ‘Ah’” You roll your eyes.

#nct #hendery #wong kunhang #nct fluff #nct scenarios #wayv #hendery scenarios #hendery fluff #hendery imagines #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct blurbs #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #hendery smut

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doderyscoffee · 1 year

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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff, humor, best friend!au, high school!au warnings: n/a length: 0.2k words

[7:45 am]— best friend!Kunhang slapped the hood of his car, leaning his hip against it, and crossed his arms. “Come on, Y/N, we’re going to be late!”

I took a sip of coffee from a mug branded by a random American basketball team, leaning against the door frame, dressed simply in a pair of sweatpants and my favorite sweatshirt. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed, which I had since Kunhang took it upon himself to be my personal alarm.

“I’m not going to school today!” I yelled across my front yard. “I don’t feel well!” I faked a cough.

“Well, then, I don’t feel well either!” He doubled over, cradling his stomach, and staggered across the lawn. “Maybe I should come inside and rest!” He flashed me that mischievous grin I grew to know so well.

“Yeah,” I said as he stumbled through my front door, “maybe you should.”

Once I closed the door, he whirled around, suddenly in perfect health. “Whoever loses in Mario Kart has to buy lunch?”

“Oh, you’re on!”

#neowritingsnet #wong kunhang #kunhang fluff #hendery fluff #nct kunhang #nct hendery #nct #wayv #kunhang x reader #hendery x reader #nct x reader #kunhang fanfiction #hendery fanfiction #nct fanfiction #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kunhang timestamp #doderyscoffee

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woozten-x · 2 years

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#. 𝘼𝙨 𝙃𝙮𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙨 | 𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙑 𝙋𝙩. 2

‹𝟹 gif(s) originally founded by xiaojvn (there is no silver hair xiaojun gif cropped the way i wanted, so here are the gifs for compensation: kyungsoosus) ; xiaojvn (hendery) ; yutaslaugh

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Genre: Fluff/Wholesome Headcanons

─ Length: 14 bullet points (VERY) Descriptive!

❒ a/n: There are two parts because there is a long list of bullet points and it’s incredibly descriptive! I finalized the decision of what type of hybrid they are by what they remind me of and based by their personality. So, the animals aren’t exactly the emojis they personally use or describe themselves as. Check out Part 1 for the other members!

⊱ WayV as Hybrids Pt. 1 (ft. Kun, Ten, Winwin, Lucas)

!! Xiaojun - Wolf Hybrid.

Appearance: Dejun has a very pretty and elegant look to him, as his white hair compliments the pair of gray ears with blacks tips and fluffy black tipped gray tail; no matter what he says or does, his tail will always reveal his true emotions. He is one of the few hybrids, who has claws but it is more manageable than a feline’s

First Impression: Awkward yet easygoing and says “I wasn’t awkward!” every time you bring it up after befriending each other. In the beginning, he tried his best to relieve the tension between the two of you but he always laughed/chuckled in reply. To be honest, you may need to let him relax by doing stuff/chores together around the house to grow more comfortable/familiar

Once the two of you bond with ‘breaking the ice’ activities, Dejun is definitely more dramatic than before and is similar to those dogs that seemingly barks at nothing; it isn’t annoying, however - it’s just him being way more expressive than before!

Love Language: Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation; Dejun may not be the best at cooking, but he is always trying to return the favor. Whether it be cooking small, simple meals or helping you with groceries or even cleaning - he is always there to help and stay by your side, as your personal aid. Another instance is him being emotionally available and supportive, as he is always lending an ear or giving words of encouragement whenever you are feeling negative. He is willing to show his support by saying “I am proud of you.” / “You did good today.”

Although, he tends to give his own words of praise towards you; he always gets shy whenever you praise him and he would roll his eyes while biting back a smile, but the wagging tail is a dead giveaway of his own giddiness

Due to his overdramatic nature, he can get paranoid with certain noises (especially after a horror movie) and he becomes hyper aware of his surroundings; you may need to calm him down sometimes whenever this occurs

He loves sleeping next to you and has a tendency of cuddling up beside you whenever nightfall occurs. He loves it when you stroke his head and it helps him fall asleep instantly

Dejun’s energy levels are incredibly balanced, he easily adapts to the vibe of his surroundings and he is usually busying himself with a book or video games; he doesn’t ask for much, unless it’s video games or books. But, his diet mainly consists of meat and he would never touch veggies/greens by itself unless it’s with a side of meat

As a wolf hybrid, his fur does get everywhere! Some furballs appear or loose fur comes off whenever you touch his tail - you may need to brush his tail to prevent such a thing, and he loves having his tail brushed. He also has a very sensitive nose and he is always pinching his nose or covering his nose whenever a smell is too bothersome; you may need purifiers or be mindful of certain aromas to prevent him from getting a headache

Furthermore, he does have a bit of an oral fixation; don’t be too alarmed when he starts chewing on toothpicks and he enjoys chewing on meatless bones - he may get embarrassed if you watch him or say something though

Dejun is not possessive but more on the protective side. He does not mind social gatherings, but he is always by your side and doesn’t seem to leave it to mingle with the crowd; he is always alert in public surroundings, and he is always ready to protect you if necessary!

Yes!: Brushing his tail (he would always bring the brush to you as a silent request) and scratching behind his ears, playing games with you (he doesn’t mind if you are bad at them), humming/singing you to sleep, resting his head against yours

No!: Any strong smells (please rethink about spraying perfume/cologne around him), yelling/screaming (hurts his poor ears), anyone (but you) touching his stuff (he’s a little territorial), messing up whenever he cooks something for you (he feels bad)

Bonus: Has asked for PC parts and you eventually do get him the parts to make his own gaming PC (he was so happy with a fast wagging tail and everything), playfully growling and baring his teeth whenever you tease him, him rambling about his interests whenever he gets excited, loves being little spoon because he feels protected (would never admit it though)

!! Hendery - Ferret Hybrid.

Appearance: With his prince-like appearance, he looked the most “normal” despite his little tanned ears peeking out from his dark brown hair. He has a long tail that has a lighter shade of his hair, but a bit darker than his ears - his tail would sometimes thump in excitement or wag to express his happiness; his round doe eyes almost resembles a ferret’s also!

First Impression: Upon arrival, he was very quiet and aloof. He wasn’t exactly awkward, but more on the quiet side where he preferred to listen to you than really lead the conversation; he is incredibly laid-back, and he is a hybrid who asked questions to get to know you better or to know certain boundaries - in a way, Hendery was very thoughtful with you and your home

Eventually, he does warm up and does show a more chaotic side which is a complete contrast from his “normal” first impression; he is still considerate, but he is definitely louder and more talkative. He is a very playful individual and quite goofy, he is always trying to make you laugh no matter how embarrassing it is for himself

Love Language: Words of Affirmation and Receiving/Giving Gifts; Your personal happy pill and hypeman! He is always giving you words of encouragement and he is always building you up, no matter how insecure you are. He loves to dance around and make a fool of himself, trying to lift up your spirits whenever you are stressed or down. For gifts, he is always expressive with his gratitude especially when you take care of him or give him a gift. Whenever the two of you are out shopping, he is the one pointing out certain things that remind him of you

Hendery likes to sing loudly and sometimes forgets that neighbors exist or you are busy concentrating with something important, he does apologize if you scold him but you can always hear him quietly singing/humming to himself after

He can’t cook and if you ever do give him a chance, he is always starting a fire despite the low heat; he usually helps with the little tasks or he simply watches you cook while talking your ear off or the two of you are sharing a comfortable silence

If you are talkative like him, Hendery is always listening to you! If you are a listener, he is always telling you everything and he seems confident to share his interests/passions with you; please don’t ever tell him to be quiet or say he is annoying

Surprisingly enough, Hendery’s levels are balanced; at times, he can get energetic but he is never the type to bother you or seek entertainment from you - he is considerate of your schedule and your personal space, after all! On some days, he can be seen dead asleep and you are always worried whether he is dead or not due to his heavy sleeping antics. Thankfully, he is not a picky eater either and tends to eat whatever you make/buy

As a ferret hybrid, he is naturally curious. He has an endless curiosity that gets him lost in public places or wandering around without a word; you may need to keep an eye on him or remind him to carry his phone. Hendery does return to you, but he always brings random stuff he found to show you and sometimes convince you to buy

He never minded whenever you touch his tail and ears, his face instantly brightens up whenever you do; it seems like he recognizes your touch and enjoys every second of it. His favorite skinship is belly rubs! He loves laying on his back and you simply caress his tummy and his tail is always wagging with a big smile plastered on his face

For social gatherings, he doesn’t mind them at all! At first, he is aloof and prefers to observe while standing close to you. But, he does like to talk about you whenever he is talking to someone and he tends to point you out in the crowd to show you off. He personally loves going out with you because it always entertains him, but he tends to hold onto your hand to avoid getting lost

Yes!: Playing games with you (he likes to tease you, but purposely loses for you sometimes), music (he loves to force you to dance with him), rambling about his favorite movies/shows/games, giving you back hugs

No!: Stepping on his tail, you being sad/down (it really affects him and he hates seeing you upset), ignoring him (makes him a bit sad/sulky)

Bonus: Hendery likes to punch the air whenever you are close to him like those weird little brothers, hops/dances around when excited, likes to re-enact horror scenes and pretends to be the monster/ghost chasing you, always peeks his head in your room to see what you are doing or to greet you

!! Yangyang - Fox Hybrid.

Appearance: Yangyang possesses light brown hair and his ears are sharply pointing out from the strands in a blonde-like color, but the tips are colored black - his ears tend to twitch at the slightest of sounds. Of course, he has a bushy, fluffy tail that has shades of blonde with a black tip. He has a very cute appearance, especially with his cute yet sharp canines whenever he smiles

First Impression: When first meeting him to adopt him, he was playful and kind with his actions/words. But, when first arriving in his new home, he was more cautious and quiet due to the unfamiliarity of the environment; he isn’t exactly the most awkward person, but he was letting you lead the conversation for the most part. At times, he would point out a few things and ask you about it

It wasn’t too long whereas Yangyang is acting like himself when you first met him, and he definitely grew more comfortable in his new home. He is back to his playful self! Overtime, you learned that he was a mischievous individual and tends to prank you around the home

Love Language: Physical Touch and Acts of Services; similarly to most of the feline hybrids on this list, Yangyang does like the idea of showing you are his only. He is always placing a hand on your lower back, guiding you elsewhere if you seem lost in public - at times, he would stand a little close to you and is always letting your hands/shoulders brush against each other. Unexpectedly, Yangyang can be quite observant and if you need help, he is always lending a hand to lessen the burden. Of course, he throws a few teasing/playful comments but his actions always come from his kindness

A mischievous way of getting you to ask for help is purposely putting items on higher places or he would hide your stuff around the house, always acting innocent if you question him; he enjoys watching you look helpless and tends to adore the innocence of it

Yangyang is quick-witted with his words and pretends not to listen to you; his words never hold a deeper meaning or are never laced with malice, but simple sarcasm. He tries not to overdo it, if you tend to get upset - he does know his boundaries and he is not one to cross it for fun

If you are as sarcastic as he is, Yangyang loves to play a game of “Who gets the last word with you” with you and he is always laughing with whatever comebacks you have. If not, that’s okay! His comments are way lighter, and he tries not to sound like a smartass

Overall, Yangyang’s behavior does not make him higher in maintenance as he can be quite a logical problem-solver, and can communicate well in solving misunderstandings. Also, he is independent and he can handle things himself and doesn’t always need you taking care of him. However, he does get bored easily and he likes to be active explore/try new things

As a fox hybrid, Yangyang is another individual who has a sensitive nose and does get headaches easily from strong smells. Due to being a fox, he can run quite fast and if you ever race him - he will most likely win every time. Whenever he gets stressed or nervous, he likes to play with his tail as a habit - but, whenever he is asleep, he loves to hug his tail

He loves skinship! Petting/stroking his head/ears/tail are always welcomed, and sometimes he would place your hand back whenever you pull away - he always says “What are you doing? I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Yangyang does not mind social gatherings or accompanying you on small trips, but he is the type to be clingy and seek attention, as he likes to let his presence known. He does get jealous after some time and starts to hug you - it does get a bit extreme when it’s another hybrid. He hates the idea of someone stealing you away

Yes!: Playing games (he loves to troll you, if you ever join him), you giving him attention, hearing stories about your personal experiences, trying new things with you

No!: Another hybrid’s scent on you/acting too comfortable with you, grabbing/yanking his tail (it hurts for him since its a sensitive body part), strong smells

Bonus: Using his cute antics to convince you to buy something or try something out with him (he loves to pin his ears back and let his tail wag slowly while gazing at you with big, doe eyes - how can you resist that?), tickling your nose with his tail to tease you, loves being the little spoon because he likes to rest his head on your chest, him randomly purring in your presence with a fast wagging tail

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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

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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 Lucky One

Hendery

Characters: Hendery x female reader

Warnings: twisted sense of humor about disabilities, love triangle, depression mentions, disability struggles, mentions of partying, mentions of drinking/drugging, homelessness mentions, dark jokes, fight scene sort of, i think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: I clicked the wrong thing so this is a mess and it posted before it was finished. I will be fixing it within the next day or so. But Please don’t take any of the jokes made about the main characters disability seriously. My family has a warped sense of humor about our own medical issues (me included) and it’s just how i naturally pictured the character to be about hers too! It wasn’t meant to upset anyone!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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After being on a plane for hours on end sitting next to some slobbering idiot, Kunhang was just dying to plant his aching body in bed and surround himself in his tranquil pillows and bellowing blankets to sleep. But even as the car consisting of his alpha, his alpha’s mate, and himself pulled up to their shared home’s driveway, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pumping a million miles a minute.

He was so exhausted only moments ago he really wasn’t sure he’d even be able to make it through the front door. But, as if a light switch had suddenly been flickered on, a rush of adrenaline and nerves began firing throughout his body. Something just felt so… off. He just couldn’t explain what.

“So you dreading being back yet Guanheng?” Yueguang joked while they were sat in the car waiting for her mate to unload some of the bags before they began their way into the house.

One would think he would be considering he hadn’t even been able to stay as long as he wanted to. Sicheng and Daiyu had their son and now he was an uncle and, though part of him was stoked for that and it factored into him leaving sooner than intended, he wasn’t looking forward to the long nights of the baby crying and the entire house smelling like crap every time he pooped.

So a small part of him wasn’t exactly elated at going back solely for that reason. But a greater part of him would just be glad he wouldn’t have to hear the newly depressed Dejun whining on and on about Yangyang’s new mate and how annoying she was.

“Believe it or not,” He hoarsely spoke as he listened to his own heart beat in his ears, “I think I might actually be… excited to be home.”

The older girl breathed out a chuckle, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and clicking open her door once Kun signaled it was time for them to go inside, “Really? I would’ve figured you of all of us would be the one to already miss home as soon as you got back.” She shrugged, gesturing him to follow her out of the car.

It was true, Kunhang loved being back in Macau. The youngest three boys in the pack were the only ones who still got along well with their families, were accepted by their families, or even still had any reason to go revisit the country to see their families since most now lived elsewhere due to them having to flee so suddenly. And since they couldn’t all go at once on their constant visits as it would leave their small pack too vulnerable, they took short turns so everyone got their chance to see their loved ones or go on trips.

Except this time, the doe eyed boy was able to extend his visit longer than usual because his parents bought him his ticket for his birthday. It wasn’t like he could refuse the gesture they had so thoughtfully given him even if he wanted to, they were still his parents after all. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to comply. Hendery loved being home.

He loved seeing his sisters and his parents, all of whom treated him as if he was the most precision treasure to have ever walked the earth because he was the baby and only boy of the family. He was even worried that he would already want to go back to his homeland as soon as he landed in Korea. Even through most of the drive, he was already starting to miss the all too familiar smell of his mom cooking dinner in the kitchen and the pestering sound of his sisters bickering while him and his dad laughed at their sibling rivalry.

But that feeling of yearning and heartache quickly turned into a feeling of nervousness and excitement. And he couldn’t explain it. He never once in his life thought he’d be looking forward to living in a house with 5 other guys again.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only conclusion he could come up with was that he must’ve been delusional. That and that the heart was… a strange thing.

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“Are you ready baby?” Your mate chimed passed the doorway of your shared room from the hallway.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “As I’ll ever be Xiao Yang,” you replied, bracing yourself for what was to come.

He hurriedly made his way over to you, helping you maneuver your legs over the side of your bed and getting down to your level so you could use his arm to stabilize yourself.

It had been a little under a month since you had started staying with the pack and you’d say things were going okay. At least by the standard that was your ridiculously stupid life.

After the day you and Yangyang admitted aloud to being mates, you pretty much just started acting like a couple even though you two really hardly knew each other at the time. But it wasn’t as though you could help it. With the both of you feeling the imprinting pull as strongly as you did, everything just felt natural.

You leaning your head on his shoulder when you were tired or worn out was of second language. Him kissing you on the forehead before going to sleep beside you was almost as easy as breathing. You didn’t even think of it.

It was as though one day your brains had just understood the facts and unanimously agreed to be comfortable with each other. It was a Tuesday, the sky was blue, and you were destined to spend the rest of your life with a stranger who would always love and protect you no matter the cost.

And your left side of your body was beginning to function normally again thanks to Sicheng and Dai’s hard work. Well, as normally as it ever would from that point on anyways.

They had actually managed to fully debride and heal up all your open wounds, but internally, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Your tendons had healed wrong from the positions you had been put in while still seriously injured and your muscle grew around most of the non-silver plated metal in your body.

Which meant that, while you’d live, you’d just never walk right again. It was something you were still trying to come to terms with. You weren’t used to feeling so helpless.

You were a kick ass soldier with years of fighting under your belt. You grew up with all brothers who taught you to fight dirty on the playground and not to take shit from anyone for god’s sakes. You weren’t supposed to be this meek little thing that needed to rely on others for help when it came to something as simple as walking.

That’s why when your ever so doting mate asked if you were ready for him to get you up so you could be introduced to his pack brother that had finally came back into town, nothing but hesitation and uncertainty laced your voice. He had to help you even get as far as the kitchen by walking by your side the whole time or by carrying you.

But that didn’t mean you wanted him to see how heavily everything was affecting you.

He was still pretty emotionally and mentally scarred from having to hear you cry and scream for days on end when you first got to the house when Sicheng was fixing you up. It had caused him to become extremely overprotective of you. He was always glued to your side, almost as if he was afraid you’d vanish into thin air if he left you for as short as a second.

Most nights, he wouldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom until he was certain you were deep asleep and had already awoken a time or two so he’d always be there if you needed him. He was completely determined to prevent anymore injury or pain from happening to you.

So you did your best to put on as confident a face as you could muster and let his strong arms help navigate you out of the room and to the front door where everyone had gathered to greet the Macanese boy.

At least that’s where you thought he was from. With the mix of languages you didn’t 100% speak floating through the house and the mix of information they’d all thrown at you when you were still pretty out of it, you weren’t really certain you even knew the basics about the kid coming back.

You did think you managed to understand that he was from Macau and that he had a few sisters back home. But aside from that, you weren’t sure of what he looked like or even his real age.

“We’re hooooome!” Yueguang declared with a smile, pushing past her mate and running over to your place once she realized the pained look ok your face, “___, do you need help?” She asked rhetorically while she grabbed your other side and helped Yangyang balance you so you weren’t as noticeably uncomfortable having to shift your weight on your bad leg.

As if you weren’t even there, your mate answered her question for you in what you only assumed was Korean, “She’s alright jiejie. Just a little tired is all,” he beamed with a sickeningly sweet smile before he kissed the top of your head encouragingly.

Since you were doing your best to downplay how bad you really felt for his sake, you just gave a polite small bow of your head in return, signaling to the girl that your mate was right and that you were just tired.

But truthfully, in that moment you weren’t really sure WHAT you were feeling.

Seconds ago you had felt like you had been run over by a tank, but now you weren’t. Your heart was racing sure, but the prickly stinging feeling you had gotten so used to feeling when you walked around on your bad leg was now numbed. In fact, all the pain you had been experiencing was.

Instead you found yourself feeling almost… excited? Why in the living hell were you excited? You suddenly felt almost as though you had enough energy to run a marathon.

It wasn’t until your gaze locked with the euroasian looking boy who had nearly just dropped his suitcase on a very tired Dejun that you realized what the feeling was, or rather what had happened. It couldn’t be… could it?

Double imprinting happened, probably more than most people realized since love triangles in general were quite common, but to have it happen in such a small pack? That was nearly unheard of. It happened when two werewolves were from opposing packs more often than not, but it was nearly unheard of happening with two wolves from the same one.

It took a minute for those around the two of you to understand what was going on and why the both of you had stopped what you were doing so quickly, but it took one person almost painfully long to catch on: Yangyang.

And when he finally realized why he no longer felt your loving eyes looking at him as usual and had instead focused themselves on his newly arrived packmate, he couldn’t help but see red.

Uh oh.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being thrown into Yueguang, the both of you falling to the floor softly as one of the boys was quick enough to react and throw himself underneath you.

Yangyang had charged at the doe eyed boy full speed, sending them both to the ground in record time, as he straddled him and started throwing punches left and right. The boy under him started to fight back rather hastily, easily landing a jab to the pink haired boys gut and turning the tables so he was now the one on top.

Soon it was the two of them rolling around on the floor with red eyed and nails that were beginning to elongate. This seemed to signal whoever it was underneath you and Yue to get the two of you out of harms way before the boys fight got out of control and they lost any recognition of their surroundings.

You felt yourself and your new sister being elevated up off the hardwood and being carried into the nearest secured room for your safety. With everything happening far too high speed for you to react properly, all you could do was struggle against the much stronger wolf holding you to try and get to them to stop them, aggravating some of your old wounds in the process.

As tears had began to form in your eyes, you couldn’t see who rushed the older girl and you into someone’s room. But, between the thoughts of worry for your mates and your brain panicking at the thought that one or both of them could’ve been hurt, you thought you had picked up on some familiar scent encasing around you. Not that you cared at the moment.

Nothing else mattered to you but the two wolves battling possibly to the death in the previous room over you. So instead of dwelling on who your ‘savior’ was, you banged on the door of the bedroom you had been hoisted to with all your might.

You banged and thrashed and begged until you felt like both your hand and your throat were raw and bleeding. When you had finally exerted your energy, all you could do was slide your sobbing self down the door and cry into the palm of your good hand while Yue came and attempted to kindly comfort you with words of encouragement.

It was a while before all the growling and snarling stopped. And it was even longer before you stopped panicking visibly in front of your new sister. But none of it matter once Kun opened the jail of a bedroom door and told you the boys were both okay. Somewhat hurt, but okay.

As long as they were both still breathing, you were happy. Even if both surviving such a sudden fight meant you’d have to deal with possibly two mates from now on that weren’t gonna ever probably be too civil with each other. As long as they were both still standing, you’d call it a win.

But now you’d have to work on figuring out what to do about your current situation. Just because you were ecstatic that they were both alive didn’t mean that them staying that way wouldn’t bring it’s own set of problems.

Before you came to Korea you had never had a mate before. Now in the new country, you managed to have collected two in a span of only a few weeks and you weren’t sure if they’d both willingly accept that or if they’d try to make you choose between them.

When he came to tell you everything was okay, Kun also told you he had to send Yangyang to one of the packs they were friends with’s places for a night or two so he would cool down. It didn’t make sense to send the newly arrived boy away as your first mate was obviously the aggressor in the situation given that he was the main one feeling territorial over one of his brother’s imprinting on you.

You hated that the alpha had to do such a thing because even if it was only for a short while, you’d miss him. But you knew it was overall for the best as now it gave you a little time to at least gain an introduction to the newly returned member of the pack.

Once Yangyang was sent away after he was allowed to take you back to your shared room to give you a quick kiss goodbye, you had started to try to fix the disheveled mess you called your hair while sitting on your bed. Though with only one good hand it went without saying that you fastly began having trouble controlling the disaster atop your head and were getting fed up with dealing with it.

Just as you reached out to your nightstand drawer to pull out a sharp pair of scissors to rid yourself of the annoyance once and for all, you caught the sound of the softest knock ever at your door. If it weren’t for your supernatural hearing abilities, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it due to how lightly it had been initiated.

“Come in!” You shouted with a racing pulse, your heart already picking up on who was trying to enter before your eyes were able to.

The door opened just enough for a doe eyed boy with silky hair to peak his head cautiously.

You figured that he was probably still concerned about Yangyang showing up and trying to kill him again even though he no doubt already knew he was taking his time away already.

You felt bad for it. You wouldn’t have wanted the way things took place to have been the way you were familiarized with the boy. But what could you do? You couldn’t turn back time. Not could you have seen what was going to happen before it went down anyways even if you did.

So you tried to reassure him it was safe in your own way, “You can relax, my guard dog was being overly territorial so he got sent to puppy school to be retrained.”

Though the boy slipped the remainder of his body fully through the door way while you were chuckling gently, he didn’t necessarily seem to be as amused by your joke as you were.

“That’s not too funny you know.” Hendery informed you tight lipped, cementing himself in the center of your room while twittling with his fingers clasped in front of him.

You found the move odd because you both already knew you were mates after the events from earlier and had no need to be so formal yet endearing because he was trying to be respectful enough to give you your space in case you were still struggling to come to terms with it. Most boys your age probably wouldn’t have cared. Yeah, he definitely had sisters that trained him to behave a certain way growing up alright.

You tilted your head to the side with a small smirk, “It’s a little funny.”

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, thoughts began to race through your head of potentially having offended him with your previous joke. It wasn’t your intention to do such a thing. It was just how you were, you made twisted jokes in less than ideal situations to break the ice.

Though all tension seemed to dissipate as soon as he playfully rolled his big eyes at you, “But we’re not dogs.” He tilted his head down, though not before you caught the microscopic smile that had appeared on his face.

It was a shy genuine one. One that made your heart do flips in your chest and made you realize just how pretty he was and just how bright his grin could be. You had only taken a small glance at him in the moments that took place before the chaos hit. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was a little bit intimidating just how jawdroppingly handsome he was. But you tried to brush off your budding nervousness you were sure he would sense and continued on.

“Yes,” You reasoned carefully while acting as though you were deeply thinking, “But you’re also not NOT dogs so…” You finished with an unbalanced shrug, causing the boy in front of you to shake his head and bring his attention to look down at his feet once more.

You patted the bed beside you with your still working hand and wondered whether or not he’d always be so timid with you, “Come here.” You requested, causing him to plop down on the bed next to you very hesitantly.

Bringing his chiseled jaw to hold in your hand, you observed his injuries firsthand, an action that clearly startled him as it was the first time he had had any sort of contact with you.

He had a bruise already beginning to brown and heal on the left side of his cheek. His mouth was cracked at the skin on the corner of his bottom lip and he had an already scabbed over cut on his forehead just above his brow. Over all, he didn’t look half bad considering what happened. And he still definitely obtained his good features. Which was something that, though you noticed more of as an after thought, nonetheless brought a tint of pink to your cheeks when you noticed he was looking right at you in quite close proximity.

You were sure he noticed based on the small knowing grin that appeared on his face, but you hurried it away with a sly cough and continued, “Hmm. Well I’d say he definitely hit you with a right hook based on the split lip you got there. But I’d say other than a few bumps and bruises you’ll live.”

“Worse has happened.” Hendery all but whispered in response automatically.

Because it was true. He had been through hell for more reasons than one. Back in Macau his family life was considered happy, but the city itself was not. He grew up fighting and doing shady shit to survive. When he came to Korea with his pack, nothing changed.

The pack had known some of what he did back home, and they treated him and talked about him as though the person he had to be back home was who he wanted to be as a person. So that’s who he became.

He got in fights, ran with a bad crowd, slept around with just about anyone that was willing, partied far too hard for far too long, and did god knows what else simply because it was what was expected of him by everyone else around him. He just didn’t know if you’d also think the worst of him by default because of his past or not. It was one of the two major reasons why he was treading lightly with you. He wasn’t sure if anyone had mentioned any of his past to you yet and he figured if they hadn’t, he’d have to break the news to you gently.

“Well,” You added, “Considering he took you by surprise, you look pretty good. Guess it’s good to know my mate’s not a complete wuss.” You giggled at him, though you weren’t sure why he gave you almost a hurt look in his eye back.

Instead you tried to change the subject, “Now that that’s settled,” You sighed, grabbing the comb and brush you had been using only minutes before the Macanese boy walked in, “Mind helping me with my hair?”

The pained look in Hendery’s gaze changed to that of confusion at your request, “Your… hair…?”

He was expecting you to start asking him more about himself so you two could get to know each other, at bare minimum he was expecting you to at least ask him basic things like his full name and age. He figured you two had a lot to unpack between each other and had a lot to figure out about your next steps should be. But then you went and asked that out of no where? Were you joking?

“Yeah,” You answered in almost a duh tone, like he needed to hurry up and get with the program, “I’ve got a bum arm that I can’t use and doing like 99.99% of any known hairstyle takes two good ones. I’ve been having Yangyang help me, but he doesn’t really know how to do it and definitely doesn’t care about how well it’s done so long as it’s up somehow and out of the way. And since it’s a mess, i need it redone again.” You chuckled as your other mate’s body nearly froze before you.

He was always more than willing to help you with any and every thing you needed or wanted. That was part of what it meant to imprint on someone after all. But that didn’t mean he was always the best at it. And that definitely didn’t mean he understood it or why it was important. Especially your hair.

“What makes you think I’d do any better of a job than him?” He questioned, still a little too stunned to say it above a whisper.

You shrugged as you thought back to some of the things you’d heard about him from the pack. They had told you where he was visiting, that that was where he was from, and a bit about his family that they all acted as if they had known forever. They talked about his parents and sisters, plural, and they always called him the baby of his family. So you figured that meant he was the baby. And if being a baby in his family meant the same things that it did in yours, he must’ve done everything with them growing up.

That’s why you assumed they taught him a few things about what it meant to be more feminine, “You have a few older sisters right?”

Hendery nodded slowly, somewhat curious as to how you already knew that with your current meeting together having been the first you’ve ever had. But he didn’t point that out out loud. Right now, he was really just lucky you’d even see him after the ordeal from earlier. So he wanted to stay on your good side by staying quiet.

“Then I’m sure they’ve used you as their little helper before or that you’ve at least picked up on a thing or two about how important a girl’s hair is to them. So would you help me?” You asked again, hair supplies held out to him in your only working hand.

“Uh,” He glitched in thought for a second, wondering if he really should attempt it before he saw the pleading look in your eyes and felt a zap in his chest, “O-Okay. Sure.” He finalized, knowing from the moment the aching sensation from his heart reached his brain that he’d do anything you requested of him with little to no hesitation.

“Thanks,” You expressed in gratitude as you handed the strange looking piece of plastic that was supposed to tame your never wavering locks to him.

You could both hear and feel him start to chip away at the various knots and tangles that had formed in your hair over the past few weeks before you finally spoke to dull the silence, “It’s been pretty bad lately I know,” you earnestly choked out in slight embarrassment, “Personally, I blame my old stylist. Guess I can fire him now that I’ve got you too.” You laughed at your own dumb joke.

“Is this all your natural hair?” He quipped, lightly combing through the partially matted material stuck to your head.

He really was intending for it to be a serious question. But he already had assumed the answer to it once he noticed only a minimal amount of hair was coming out onto the brush he was given. He really just didn’t want to have to dwell on the thought of you having to choose between either him or Yangyang. Because he was pretty sure he already knew what your answer would be to that question too.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is. I mean, minus the rats nest that was so lovingly left alone yeah.” You snorted, as if him asking you such a question was silly to begin with.

The doe eyed boy grew up with three sisters. He knew saying the wrong thing would set in a whole world of problems he didn’t need at the moment.

So he did his very best to choose his next set of words as carefully as possible, “But it’s… i mean it looks so… curly…?”

“Well that would be because it’s naturally curly.” You replied to the wolf tackling your disaster area you called hair in a duh tone, doing what you could to keep as straight of a face as you could.

“Sorry I’m just-” He tried to concentrate on keeping his hands steady so he wouldn’t upset you further by accidentally dropping a stray strand.

But truthfully he was terrified of making you sad or angry. Which was strange considering he didn’t usually care much about what other people though of what he said or did. Usually the only people’s feelings he went out of his way to be considerate of were his mom and sisters. Now here he was to have a normal nice conversation with you while quaking in his boots.

Must be the mating pull, “It’s just… not a hair type we see on this side of the world all that often.” Hendery gulped, quickly flinging one lock of your hair over the other in distraction as he braced for some sort of violent reaction from you.

“Relax dude, I’m not ticked at you for asking or anything like that. I know it’s not the norm here. I’m just fucking with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw his face change from the corner of your eye from frightened to shocked.

It was definitely gonna take him some serious getting used to you before he was ready for your type of humor. Then again, you both had all the time in the world to get to know each other now. And there was nothing stopping you both since you already knew what he was.

“Do you… do this often?” Hendery quietly uttered, barely above a whisper.

“Do i do what often?” You yawned, suddenly feeling both tired and exhausted from the day’s unforeseen emotional breakdowns while he twirled another piece of hair between his fingertips.

He cleared his throat cautiously, almost as if mentioning whatever it was he was going to say out loud would land him in hot water, “The whole ‘acting like everything’s okay’ thing when it’s clearly not?”

You let a tiny snicker into the air before you cooled yourself once more and simply put your still viable hand up with a pointed finger, “It’s called selective denial and yes i happen to be quite good at it actually. You should just get used to it already. It’ll make everything easier for you, trust me.”

“I don’t think anything about this is easy.” The boy behind you sighed with a huff, clearly already dreading the coming conversations and difficult situations ahead.

You didn’t revel in having to imagine the challenges you’d have to face either. But what you really didn’t want in the moment was to hear your newly found mate’s spirit sound so crushed at the thought of it all. It made your heart ache in a way you had only felt with Yangyang. It was strange how quickly everything worked when it came to werewolves.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” You shrugged, wincing in pain towards the end as you nearly had forgotten about your previous injuries as you slightly turned to talk to Kunhang, “But there’s not much anyone can do about it so it is what it is.”

“I mean… you could always still deny one of us.” Hendery muttered quietly.

Though you’d only known Yangyang for a short time by normal people’s standards, he knew how the mating pull worked. You were already hopelessly in love with the younger boy. Kunhang knew he stood practically no chance of being the one who came out on top. He knew he was all but a dead man walking.

Even so, he would never blame you for it. He would’ve thought he usually would’ve been at least bitter about it as he could literally die. But knowing you’d still be alive and happy with someone you actually loved was enough to cease any form of protest his inner voice may have had.

“No.” You confidently declared, rerailing his lost train of thought.

Did he hear you correctly? Had you just said no?

“W-What do you mean no?” The cameo cut chiseled boy stuttered out loud, much to your amusement.

You shrugged your one good shoulder and partially moved your bad one out of habit, “I mean just as I said: No.”

The boy was perplexed. Had you not heard his statement correctly? Were you just trying to avoid what you both knew was coming? Or were you trying to be difficult simply because that was your personality?

“But i don’t unders-” Hendery tried to get some sort of clarity, but you swiftly cut him off.

You snorted as you felt him twist a chunk of your hair to shape it the way he wanted it to go to distract himself, “Doesn’t matter. The answers still no.”

Why wouldn’t you just give him an appropriate answer? Why did you just keep saying no? Why the hell did you have to be so damn stubborn? And why the hell did that make him like you so much more?

He attempted once more to point something out to no avail. “But what if-”

“Never gonna happen soooo Nope.” You insisted with an accentuated popping sound on the P in the word nope.

At that point, You yourself began to want to pull your hair out at the Macanese boy’s need to keep the topic at hand alive.

“But Yangyang will just get-” Hendery began to point out, again getting no where with his words.

You sighed a deep sigh as you butted in once more, “Don’t care. It’s not changing my answer which is and always will be no.”

You wanted to be patient truly. But every time he spoke of it part of your heart felt like it was starting to rip open. And you had been ripped open enough for one life time.

“But wouldn’t it be easier if y-” He started again, this time with a more pleading tone and no doubt giant puppy dog eyes before you kicked his whines down.

“What part of no aren’t you getting here?!” You snapped, distraught with having to keep up with the charade of your shielded humor deflecting personality.

As the boy behind you went tight lipped and silent after a small whimper escaped his chest, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You knew he was probably just as worried about everything as you were saddened by it. He was the invader in most of the others you lived with’s eyes.

You could tell he already thought himself a goner because everyone expected you to pick Yangyang. And, while part of you knew picking one would be easier, you just… couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It felt like you’d end up burying your own heart along with whichever one you’d end up having to bury in the ground. How could someone choose between their soulmates?

So you deeply exhaled to cool down and spoke again in a softer tone, “I just… I just can’t be the cause of anymore suffering or death. I- I can’t.”

Your voice broke at the end of your sentence as your mind began to think back to all the death that seemed to just pile around you. Your brothers. Your friends. Your grandparents. Your dad. Your mom.

Life after life seemed to just fall down the hour glass you found yourself trapped in while you continued to survive and breathe. The people you could save but didn’t. The people that you couldn’t save but tried to anyways. All of their names were a gruesome reminder that you were the angel of death. And everyone hated you for it.

The family you still had alive, the comrades you so valiantly fought with, yourself. Even Your own brother hated you so much for being the reason your own mother was lost that he refused to even visit you even though you had been living in his house for weeks. He didn’t even care about you anymore.

There was more blood surrounding you than there was inside you. And you couldn’t stand the thought of being the driving force behind more people’s demises. You just couldn’t.

Looking down at your lap and fiddling with your lame hand using your working fingers, you forced yourself to finish your thought, “So there will be no denying of anyone on my end. If one of you wants to reject or deny, you’re more than welcome to. I wouldn’t blame either of you if you did. But i won’t be doing any such thing. I’ve had enough death to last a lifetime.”

“Okay.” Hendery whispered as he wordlessly continued his taming of your wild hair.

What you thought was an uncomfortable silence seemed to swarm around the room you found yourself stuck in everyday tensely and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So you did what you always did when you were uneasy: made dark jokes.

“Besides, even if I did want to deny one of you, it could end up killing me to and why would I want that?” You crackled out loud with a snort.

“Why would it kill you?”

You didn’t know for a 100% fact that it would, but if you were anything it was someone who always looked at the facts. And fact of the matter was, no one hadn’t a single clue what you were for certain.

“Because I’m not really all that human.” You informed him, naturally just assuming no one had explained your particularly uncommon situation to him in the .5 seconds he had actually been home before he was ambushed by your other mate.

The boy behind you cocked his head to the side in curiosity, “So you’re a wolf then? Like your brother and the rest of us?”

Dejun had explained to him that he couldn’t quite get a read on why you smelt so… strange. But he had never actually fully went into detail about just what he had meant by strange either as usually when they spoke of how aggravating you were, it would remind him of his frustrating situation with his own mate. Then he’d just go back to crying and rhetorically asking where he had gone wrong with her. One problem at a time.

“Not exactly. But I’m not human either.” You stated simply.

This was also true. You weren’t exactly a human. Your senses were a lot sharper. Your hearing was spectacular. Your vision was far beyond perfect. Your sense of smell was something only thought possible in movies. You were freakishly strong before your crash and could run for hours before you got even the slightest bit exhausted. You were unbelievably well coordinated and flexible too, things that made you the most wanted solider by units from all over in hand to hand combat alone.

But you couldn’t exactly call yourself a werewolf either. You couldn’t shift into a big furry animal like they could. Your teeth and nails didn’t elongate when you were angry and weren’t sharp enough to cut through solid rock. You didn’t feel any specific pull to anyone other than those you were related to before you met Yangyang and Hendery. Your eyes didn’t even change color the way theirs did and they weren’t naturally goldish either.

So most of the time you just gave a null answer as to what you were because fact was no one knew. And you refused to gamble in the game of life. Hence why you could only default in figuring that if you denied/neglected one of your mates you’d die same as they would. It was the safer bet.

Now it was the male’s turn to snort, “So what are you then?”

“I… don’t really know what I am.” You swallowed a bit harsher than you had intended before speaking again, “ I just know what I’m not.”

“And you know you’re not human…” He cautiously repeated back to you.

“Yes.”

“And that you’re also not a wolf…” Kunhang deadpanned.

You turned your head upward slightly and gave him the prettiest smile he had ever received from anybody with a giggle, “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.”

“I’m really not.” He grinned back automatically, as if your sudden little burst of pride at his very not real understanding of the situation was contagious.

The only thing he knew he understood after seeing you was why Kun and Sicheng had been so insufferable from an outside view for all the time he had known them.

All those times he’d walk into the kitchen to see Kun feeling Yue up as she squeeled with glee, all the moments where Sicheng randomly dropped his hand to reach for Daiyu’s as they sat sandwiched on the coach. Imprinting really hit them like they were being mowed down on a highway. And the way Kunhang wanted to just grab your cheeks and smother you with kisses. Now he knew just how hard it was to even be near one’s mate without wanting to be physically absorbed into one. His geges must’ve been saints for restraining their urges.

“Yeah,” You huffed in defeat with pursed lips, “Me either. But what can you do you know? I was always taught to live based on what life throws at you, not what you want in life. So whether I’m human or a wolf or none of the above, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still be the same old me as i was the day before.”

You rolled with the punches. That was something Hendery could admire. You were good with weird and strange. And you didn’t complain. You seemed to genuinely be fine with what was given to you cosmically. None of which could be said for himself.

“Nice philosophy i suppose,” he wet his cracked lips out of habit, “Who taught you to be that way?”

“My dad. He thought the same way about life.” You hummer in remembrance of your beloved father.

“And where is he?” Kunhang asked without thinking.

Which was a mistake on his part.

“Well…” You paused, trying to not dwell too much on the past trauma and wanting to keep things light, “Probably six feet under by now. Though I’m not sure the bombing’s probably disturbed the cemeteries by now too.”

You were brought to his pack half dead and barely breathing. Dejun had told him that the guy that brought you didn’t even want to bring you, but that he had no other choice. He should’ve realized that that meant you had no one else but your brother to turn to. He just never had to think about stuff like that before he met you. Now he knew.

“Oh w-wow,” The wolf stuttered in shock, “I didn’t- I mean no one-no one told me. I didn’t mean to-” He started to yammer on in disbelief once he realized the can of worms he had no doubt opened before you let it roll off you back.

You didn’t want him upset. And you definitely didn’t want to linger on the thought again. Last time the crying took nearly everything out of you and you ended up being so dehydrated that they thought you’d die. You had to chill out.

“Don’t worry about it. Like i said. I try not to think too hard into anything i can’t change. And his death isn’t something that can, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”

Nervously, Hendery tried to change the topic to get your mind off what had apparently happened to your father as per your own wishes, “What about the rest of your family? Where are they? Besides Ten anyways.”

“Gone too. All my parents, grandparents, and siblings are dead. Except Chitta that is.”

Of course he just had to dig his grave with you even deeper by making the conversation even more heavy.

But he was nothing if not determined, so he once again attempted to take your mind off of everything, “Siblings? As in plural? I thought it would’ve only been Ten.”

“No,” You chuckled at the amount of panic coming from the boy, “He was definitely NOT my only sibling. I mean, he was my only one from my moms side sure. But my dad had a bunch of other kids.”

“So you had a bunch of brothers and sisters then?” He stayed on the path of siblingship for the time being as it seemed to be the safest one he could find.

“Brothers,” You corrected him, “But yeah. I had 12 total at one point. I was the only girl.”

If eyes could actually fall out of their sockets, you were positive your mate would’ve looked like a little cartoon mouse about to be eaten by an angry cat in horror.

“The Only girl??” He exaggerated, not even being able to fathom the thought of being the only boy in such a large family, “I mean- Sounds like it Must’ve been lonely.”

Sure he came from a relatively large family by Chinese standards and yeah okay he was technically the only boy in said family. But your family was reality TV show big in size. And you being such a tiny little girl surrounded by older brothers sounded very intimidating.

“Eh,” You scrunched your nose, “Not really. My brothers never let me feel left out. They just treated me like another one of the boys.”

Then you went on to explain some of the ways they kept you in the loop as kids. Like when they would all start horsing around and had you be the referee to call for interferences. Or how whenever they entered into a sport your dad would enter you in the exact same one as them, usually on the exact same team too.

You talked about how they had you working on their cars with them and about how they taught you to do sneaky pranks with them on each other. And how they’d even dress you pretty similarly to them when you were little so you’d be just another one of the guys and would stand out less amongst them.

“And that’s a good thing?” The boy towered over you to give you a questionable look of worry.

“Wasn’t it a good thing that your sisters treated you like one of the girls every now and then so you wouldn’t have felt discluded?” You countered, giving him a knowing smirk in return.

“That’s- a good question,” Kunhang thought in a moment of silence,“I… don’t know.” He finally came to his conclusion with a giggle.

“Well I always liked it.” You nodded proudly at your family life, “It made me feel like I always had the others to back me up.”

You never felt alone around them. In fact, you never really were alone back home. They were always around. With so many kids, you basically developed the buddy system subconsciously so you’d have a never ending supply of friends to play with. Just when one brother would go to school or had to join the war front, the next would take his place and continue where the last had left off with you. It was comforting. You’d never had that again.

“Plus, my dad used to say if he had one more girl to deal with he would’ve literally imploded so it was probably best that they raised me like my brothers.” You chuckled sadly, the memories of your once happy family going up into flames about as quickly as your plane had fallen from the sky.

“So where were you in the birth order?” Guanghang asked once he realized you were starting to go down the rabbit hole of despair.

“Lucky number 13.”

You were the last one. A sentence that was once figurative had now become completely literal. You were the last one standing. All because you were ‘lucky.’

But if you were truly so lucky, why did the thought of such a name now fill your heart with such anguish? Why did you now have to continue on without people you thought you’d get decades with? How was that lucky? How was that fair?

“That’s what everyone called me anyways. I never felt very lucky though.” You spoke honestly, once more looking at your lap.

“Why’s that?” Your mate quizzed.

“Well for starters,” You began, “I can’t even do my own hair anymore.”

“So you’re not gonna get any better?” Hendery questioned politely, trying not to upset you.

But he wasn’t hurting you. You knew he wasn’t meaning his words in a bad or negative way. He just wanted answers same as anyone else would. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he wasn’t even positively sure about what had happened to you in the first place. You still weren’t fully sure.

“No probably not. I mean, I can feel a little more in my hand every now and then,” You gripped your bad hand in your lap open and slightly closed a few times as you spoke, “Though it hurts like a bitch still. Daiyu and Sicheng seem to be in agreement that i might have some chance to gain more function in it if i try hard enough. But the leg’s completely fucked up for good.”

“How do they know that?” Kunhang meekly voiced.

“Well when I first got hurt, they had me laying with my legs bent at an angle on my side so that they could clean them off and stop some of the bleeding. But that, coupled with having to sit on an airplane for hours, looks like caused my ligaments to heal in different positions and at different lengths than they should be.” You gave him the rundown of what you had learned from Sicheng and his mate before they had gone on maternity/paternity leave to take care of their newborn son.

Though they used much bigger words than that and seemed to only confuse you even more. You eventually looked it up with the internet access you found yourself having a surplus’s of in your endless free time, “That’s something that can only be fixed by a surgeon and since we don’t know whether or not my fucked up gene pool has any wolf DNA…” You trailed, letting his imagination run with your silence.

“Oh man.” He commented sadly under his breath.

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, “I can’t really even stand on it straight. I have to have people’s help to walk, well let’s be honest, limp, most places really. It’s super ugly.”

“I’m sorry.” Hendery apologized so earnestly to you that you almost broke your rule of showing no weakness to anyone and began tearing up.

But instead, you blinked back your tears and lied, “Eh don’t be. It’s fine.”

You weren’t fine. That he was sure of. He could just hear how broken your situation made you feel. He could also hear how hard you were trying to stay strong. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do that around him. He wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone whose shoulder you could cry on.

“You don’t sound like it’s fine.” He remarked on your behavior.

Shrugging, you brushed him off, “Just another side effect of war i guess.”

“Wars aren’t any fun.” Kunhang continued your thought.

Which left you confused for a few reasons. The main one being that you weren’t really sure just how or if he knew anything about what it meant to actually be in a war.

You were always jealous of other countries and how they had it easy compared yo you and your people. You secretly hated that they sat safe in their homes and complained of their life and hardships completely cushioned as the people you knew wondered just how they’d feel their families that night or live to see the next day. You figured he was one of those people.

And because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel less validated, you decided to bring it up in a kinder way than your brain had originally thought of, “But I heard china’s war wasn’t really that bad. I mean, i know it turned into a super strict military dictatorship. But i thought that the citizens didn’t really get hurt by bombings and stuff.”

“On the mainland you’d be right yeah. Not in Hong Kong and Macau though.” He explained.

His words confused you even more, “What do you mean?”

“We were already fighting the mainland for independence before the war broke out. But when the restrictions started getting worse, we fought back 10 times harder than we had before. And we were punished for it.” Hendery gulped deeply as he remembered his own experience.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words, “I- I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

How could you have been so wrong? How could you ever be so judgmental of someone you literally hardly even knew the name of? What was so wrong with you that made you such a cold hearted bitch?

“It’s alright,” He sadly smiles, “We got out just before they leveled the place, so my family made it.”

When you shifted to look back at him, his eyes stared back at you with a vacancy behind them, “But that didn’t mean we weren’t practically buried alive in the remains of whatever building we were in when the decided to send the bombshell down sometimes.”

Flashes of terror hit the forefront of his mind of his sisters and mom. They were screaming and crying and praying to a god they didn’t even believe in that they’d make it through the night over and over again. And all Kunhang could do was help his dad hold them securely and silently plead too.

You on the other hand had guilt hit you in the gut like a truck at ever questioning him to begin with. You were about to apologize to him once more before a realization hit you, “But wait,” you thought back to his previous words speaking about the war in China, “You only said Macau and Hong Kong. Why not Taiwan? Hasn’t China been trying to take them too for a long time?” You asked, remembering Yangyang’s words of his own homeland.

“Y-Yeah,” Guanghang’s voice broke in a stutter before he cleared his throat to gain some composure, “They have. But just before the war broke out,” He cleared his throat once more, “They got a new president. He was corrupt and the mainland bought him and Taiwan’s government to stay out of trouble in exchange for boosting the economy and the change in their own pockets.”

“But why- why would they do that? Surely the Taiwanese people would’ve fought back their own government’s decision no?” You almost rhetorically pushed out, partially out of anger, partially out of horror.

You listened as the male behind you brokenly let out a dry hum, “A lot of them wanted to,” Hendery confirmed with a small nod, “But it eventually came down to either having food in their stomachs or fighting for their own moral beliefs. And knowing how cruel the government had become, I can’t say i blame them for just choosing not to starve to death.”

“Yangyang’s never brought it up…” You stated, shocked your other mate had never told you the extent to which his own people had been forced into submission.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t break it up because the thought pained him or if he just genuinely didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Another part of you wondered if he was always far too worried and concerned for you and your jagged background that he never thought it okay to mention his own.

Hendery let a smile of gratefulness form on his face, “Yeah. He didn’t have to live through it back home. Because of his dad’s work, they lived in Germany and London through most of it. We found him after we escaped the war when he was studying here.”

Unbeknown to you, your mate started falling face first into his own pit of despair, “When we first got here you know, we didn’t even have a place to stay. When we hopped off the ship we stowed away on, we made our way to the mountains and stayed in a cave. It wasn’t until Yue enrolled in school that we met Yangyang and his family.”

Your heart hurt for him. You didn’t just hear your mate’s pain, you felt it. Right next to your own heart beating. And it was soul crushing.

Why hadn’t your other mate told you about how he met his pack? Why did the pack’s story have to be so gut wrenching?

“Once his family realized our situation. They bought us this place and had us stay here. Yangyang being meant to be the pup in our pack was just an added thing,” He emphasized the family’s kindness and generosity, “They would’ve let us stay here without him since they could afford to give him his own place. We owe a lot to them.” The Macanese boy spoke his last sentence just above a whisper.

The more his mind wandered, the more horrible He felt. Yangyang and his family had been nothing but kind to him and the others. And he payed them all back by imprinting on you.

He knew he’d never be able to find it within himself to regret doing it because one, he couldn’t help it and two, you were still his mate.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel awful about pretty much stabbing the Liu family in the back with his animalistic instinct. If there was anyway he thought he could change your mind about denying one of them, he would have you deny him.

Your newer mate knew just how devastated the pup would be at your decision to not deny either of them. He knew how much the toll of having to share you would take on his mental health.

Kunhang would do anything to prevent the anger and hurt he knew the youngest of your little love triangle was going through. But even though he’d known you less than a day, he knew you’d never listen to him. So he was stuck with a gut wrenching guilt that would more than likely never go away.

And of course you easily figured out the mental battle Hendery was having with himself once his voice trailed away and went quiet.

You being you, you did what you always did, “You staying in a cave? Nah I dont know i don’t buy it?”

Could you have found some other way to comfort him? Sure. But you weren’t that great with feelings and quite frankly, you thought that he wasn’t either. So keeping things playful was your best bet at getting him back to a healthy state of mind.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he began to question what you meant as he was only partially hearing what you had said, “H-Huh?”

“I’m just saying, with your good looks, if you told me you didn’t even know what the word camping meant, I’d probably believe you. So i just don’t buy that you’d stay in a cave.” You shrugged, earning a small scoff from your mate.

“I’ve been camping before. AND stayed in a cave before brat.” He rolled his eyes, a smile creeping up on his mouth quicker than he’d care to admit.

You fake gasped, “And you made it through? You weren’t too traumatized from like, breaking a nail, to keep in functioning afterwards?”

“You’re such an ass,” You could practically hear the eye roll coming from behind you, “Do you really think I’m that much of a pretty boy damn”

Giggling moderately hard at that point, you decided to drop the teasing slightly and deliver him some truth, “I’m only fucking with you. Mostly anyways. I mean, you are pretty much the human embodiment of Prince Charming and all. But I’m sure you’re not that much of an uptight jerk. Just figured I’d get your mind off of wherever it was it had sank to ‘s all.”

While he was a little hurt somewhere inside that you’d already tried to peg him as some dickwad who only cared about his looks, he had to admit you definitely made his mind flip a switch to do a complete 180 and gave him a better thought process.

You took his mind off of what was plaguing him. And he was sure you were kidding based on the cute smile laced with hidden intentions stationed on your face.

He snickered, “Yeah well if I’m Prince Charming, doesn’t that make you some sort of princess?”

His offensive teasing started to work and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Yeah well, you look like a story book character. I don’t.”

Though you didn’t fit the conventional standards of beauty he was used to: fair skin, straight hair, dark eyes with a rounded small face; he could easily call you the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

“Mmm don’t think so. I’d say you’re a princess, princess.” Kunhang smirked at you from above as he finished tying off some of his work on your hair.

“Pfff. Whatever you say Prince Charming.” You joked back at him with a laugh.

“Why Prince Charming?” Hendery made a disgusted pained face at the remention of the new nickname you had given him.

You gave a slight hesitation at his question,“What? You don’t like fairy tales?“

You had really only meant it as a joke or some sort of had acted reference due to the fact that he was helping you with your problem without having known you even the littlest bit and had a face only god himself would’ve been allowed to create. But seeing his face retract at the idea worried you.

“Not really.” In fact, he kind of hated them, “Even if i did, i wouldn’t be the hero of it all like a prince,” he stated honestly before he whispered under his breath, “In fact, if you ask anyone else here they’d probably say I’m more of the villain type.”

Everyone thought he was just some sort of man whore. It wasn’t that he even liked sex or anything more than the average guy.

He just partied a little too hard sometimes because of who he associated with. It was like a requirement to them that he did.

And yeah of course that generally meant ending the night in somebody’s bed doing what every college kid did at some point.

But he wasn’t originally like that. He didn’t originally plan on being some sort of fuck boy everyone tried to sleep with or hang around to do bad things with. He just… became that way.

He didn’t want to admit that just yet to you. He didn’t want you to judge him or get mad at him. He couldn’t change his past, even if now he would’ve given anything to if it meant starting over for you.

“If you say so,” you shrugged, “But you wanna know something?”

Kunhang tilted his head aside, “What?”

“I’ve always preferred the villains anyways. They’re the ones that make the story interesting.” You winked, giggling as you watched his face drop.

His eyes widened in surprise, “You speak Cantonese?!?!?”

You laughed at him once more, “Yeah i do. No one told you?”

“No, no one told me!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, wondering why at least his fellow cantonese speaking packmate didn’t give him a heads up, “I figured you’d speak at least basic Mandarin because you’re half Chinese like Ten. But why the hell do you speak Cantonese?”

It was a longer story than you wanted to get into. So you have him the shortened version, “A childhood friend i grew up with. He and his family were refugees from Guangdong during the early parts of the war. I had his family teach me Cantonese growing up so they wouldn’t feel so alone.”

Truth be told you mainly didn’t want to tell him because the thought of even talking about your best friend hurt. You hadn’t heard from him since he left you in Korea to be taken care of by your brother and his pack. You didn’t know if he was safe or even alive.

“So is there anything else i should know about you that they neglected to tell me?”

You figured he’d just learn everything he needed to know on the job as your mate much like Yangyang was.

But you couldn’t think of anything he urgently needed to know about you, “I dont know. I don’t think so. I’m not very interesting, you know, aside from the bum leg and the fucked up arm that is.”

“I doubt that.” Hendery scoffed.

“It’s true.” Well it was either true or you just honestly didn’t care enough in the moment to think too deeply into your life.

You were bringing a lot of emotional baggage with you from your home and you knew it would take you forever to unpack.

His mouth created a raspberrying sound, “No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” Sort of anyways.

“Nope. You’re a liar. Fake news.” Hendery didn’t buy it.

How could you possibly think you weren’t interesting? You practically fell into their laps after nearly dying from some freak accident. Who could ever call that uninteresting?

“Seriously. No one finds the stuff i do or how i am intriguing. I’m pretty boring.”

The Macanese boy snickered, “Boring? You could literally tell me why you think the sky’s green not blue and we both know I’d listen like you’d just given me the winning million dollar lottery numbers. That’s not something a boring person could do.”

While him saying he’d listen to you no matter what made your heart jump, you knew it wasn’t just because he found everything you said to be naturally interesting. It was the pull.

“That’s only because you imprinted on me. I could throw up on you right now but you’d look at me like you had just fallen in love with me and you know it.” You defiantly added.

“Alright then have it your way you stubborn little baby you.” The nickname he gave you made your stomach burst into butterflies, “But just because you think you’re lame doesn’t mean i don’t want to know more about you.”

“What is is you’d like to know?”

“I don’t know,” He thought genuinely about what it was he’d want to know about you before he settled on some very basic questions he figured he should probably get out of the way, “Do you only speak Chinese and Cantonese then? Or are you secretly a dog whisperer too?”

“Considering I somehow managed to get myself two mates in the span of like a month, I probably am a dog whisperer!” You laughed while Hendery rolled eyes at your sad joke, “I speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, Thai, and my native language and it’s sign language.”

“Sign language? Why sign language?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, “You gotta be able to talk to your fellow soldiers without talking much when you’re trying to be all sneaky sneakying.”

“Sneaky sneakying? What are you actually a baby? Or are you just plain dumb?” He laughed at you lovingly, finally coming out from behind you and sitting in front of you, pulling one of your hands into his in the process on instinct.

He wasn’t even sure you liked PDA. And usually he wouldn’t have been one for it. But something about your cute presence made him just want to hold you in his arms forever. But since he wasn’t just that familiar with you yet, his mind seemed to settle for holding your hand.

“No,” You blushed at the suddenly contact, “I’d say between the two of us you’d be the dumb one here.”

“Why do you say that? You don’t know me. For all you know i could be Albert Einstein princess.” He attempted to hold a less than enthusiastic face, though his thin lined mouth quickly turned up into a cheeky grin.

At that point, it felt like you face was on fire from the nickname usage. You wouldn’t have ever pegged him as someone who would’ve used them. Now here he was throwing them out into the open freely, shocking you.

Little did you know, your original hypothesis was correct. Or at least, it normally would’ve been. But something about being around you made him want to be… romantic and cheesy.

He wasn’t too sure why the urge was so strong so early on. But he wasn’t gonna complain if you weren’t. And you definitely had no plans of doing such a thing.

“Truuuue,” You agreed “But to counter, I’m pretty sure a smart person wouldn’t imprint on their packmate’s new mate.” You countered.

“Yeah in hindsight i walked into that one.” He looked down at your hands as he tried to stifle a laugh.

You snorted, “Literally!” You nearly shouted, thinking about how he walked into the living room for the first time after getting back home and getting attacked after Yangyang realized he imprinted on you.

After that, you both sat there in a comfortable silence as the older boy began to play with the fingers of your good hand. Neither of you were completely positive of what you future would hold. You weren’t sure how Yangyang would react or if the rest of the pack would even respect your decision.

But you knew at least for the time being, you wanted to savor the moment you found yourself in with your new mate for at long as you could. Because for all you knew, it could’ve been the last one you’d ever get with him.

(Updated 8/13/22)

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Request for Anon (Yandere King Hendery) 4.8k, yandere, near-death experience, poison, drowning, angst

“Are you alright, my love?”

“As if you care.”

One minute you were in the library reading peacefully, when suddenly you began to feel ill. You stood up to call for help, and that’s when everything went dark. Now you were regaining your senses, finding yourself lying in bed, Hendery at your side, holding your hand. Once you were properly conscious you pulled away from him, trying to sit up.

“What happened?”

“You tell me, my love. Don’t try to get up.” Hendery said. “You’re still recovering.”

“From what?”

“I’m not sure. There hasn’t been word yet from the physician, but do tell me, what happened?”

“I don’t know. I was fine, and then I wasn’t.”

“One of your ladies found you collapsed on the floor, seizing up a bit.”

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“My love, you are burning up with a fever.” Hendery forced you to lay back down. “You need to rest.”

“No, I need-”

“Your majesty.”

The royal physician entered your chambers, along with your lady, Misu. She came over to your bed side, checking you over as the physician spoke.

“My examination shows that her majesty was poisoned. Something in the food perhaps-”

“Poison! Who would dare harm my queen?”

“I do not have those answers. All I’ve discovered is that the poisoning is possibly a result of two ingredients mixing together in the food. This could be a coinci-”

“Perhaps. I need to know exactly what type of poison this is.”

“Given that her majesty did not finish her meal, the effects were minimal. She’ll make a full recovery.”

“Very well, continue looking into this and report to me any new discoveries.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

At that time the royal physician took their leave, although you were still processing. You couldn’t believe someone had actually tried to kill you, after everything you’ve been through.

“Leave.” Hendery stated. “Now.”

Misu only hesitated for a moment before quickly removing herself from the room. You were lost in your own thoughts until you felt Hendery reaching for your hand. You pulled away and glared at him.

“I never thought you’d resort to such methods.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.”

“Is that so?” Hendery chuckled. “You can’t escape me that easily, my love.”

“Excuse me? Do you think I tried to kill myself?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tried to leave me. Perhaps you thought to try a more permanent method.”

“As if I would leave you my kingdom.”

“And how many times have you tried running from it now?”

“Seven, and I wasn’t running away from my kingdom. I was trying to gain my freedom so I could come up with a proper plan to get rid of you!”

“And you expect me to believe that? To me it just seems like you miscalculated something.” Hendery smiled. “Lucky me.”

“I did not try to kill myself! Someone just tried to kill me! Shouldn’t you be actually concerned here?”

“My love, as if anyone would dare to do such a thing. You are beloved by your people and me, no one holds a grudge against you.”

“Don’t you?”

“The two of us have what you would call, tough love.”

“Loveless is a more accurate term.”

“Regardless, it seems I must be keeping a closer eye on you.”

“What?”

“Once you’re feeling better you shall be moved to my chambers. It’s best you stay close to me so I can make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Someone tried to kill me! You should be investigating!”

“You want me to frame someone for your crimes? No, no, no, none of that.” Hendery took your hand. “We’ll just say you had an allergic reaction and move on.”

“I did not try to kill myself! And I’ll prove it.”

“Very well, if that’s what you wish to entertain yourself with as you recover, but it doesn’t change my mind.”

Hendery called for Misu, telling her to bring you some medication so you could get some rest. Once she returned he excused himself. Misu made sure you took your medicine and helped you get comfortable. You slowly drifted off, even if you were worried about someone making a move again, you were certain Hendery would at least do well to keep an eye on you. When you woke up later you saw that the sun was still out.

“Your majesty, how are you feeling?”

“Uh… the same… has there been an update?”

“Not yet. Although his majesty requested you be moved to his chambers once you woke if your situation had not worsened. There are guards here to escort you.”

“Of course… he’s persistent.”

You needed help getting out of bed, but you managed to stand. There was no way you were going to walk, so Misu helped you, another one of your ladies helping you as well. It was annoying and not helpful to be moving rooms, but you didn’t need Hendery throwing a fit. You settled into his bed, remembering the time when you slept here willingly. Although you didn’t want to think about that, you had other things to worry about.

“Misu, I need you to do something for me.”

“Yes, your majesty, what can I do for you?”

“I need a list of all the kitchen staff, along with their duties and years of experience.”

“The entire kitchen staff? That’s going to be a long list.”

“I know.”

“Very well then, I shall gather that information for you as quickly as I can.”

“Thank you.”

Even if your recovery was important, you needed to find out who tried to kill you. They had failed in their attempts, so they could try again, and most of all you knew Hendery’s words were true. You couldn’t see your kingdom hating you, as far as you knew no one had a problem with you, which made this all the more concerning. You stayed in bed, thinking things over when the smell of food interrupted your thoughts.

“Feeling better, my love?” Hendery entered with some servants. “You need to eat to recover your strength so I thought I’d join you.”

You had help sitting up, a tray was placed on the bed so the food would be easily accessible to you. Hendery watched you for a moment, not speaking until you two were alone.

“Are you not hungry?”

“Someone tried to kill me, they poisoned my food. Why would I-”

“On this again, are we?”

“I’m not lying.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Clearly, it’s starting to make me think you tried to kill me.”

“Why would I ever do that?”

“Because you got what you wanted, no reason to keep me around.”

“I went through a lot of trouble to get you, my love. All I wanted was you, the kingdom was a bonus.” Hendery offered you a smile. “It was very fortunate your father accepted me as I am. I feared he wouldn’t as I had nothing to offer, but my love. I suppose that’s what won him over in the end.”

“How unfortunate for him, and me.”

“My love, I know you don’t hate me. We would not be here if that was the case.”

“I’m here because of your lies.”

“I’ve never lied to you. My feelings remain the same even if you blame me for your parents death.”

“I know you killed them, and you’re trying to get rid of me too.”

“My love.” Hendery got up, a smile still present on his lips as he grabbed your face, looking down on you. “As much as you wish to blame me for the tragedies of your life, you have no proof I did anything. I love you even if your heart is confused at the moment. You’ll come back to me on your own, one way or another, so don’t look at me with hateful eyes. I would never make an attempt on your life, so get that idea out of your head.”

Hendery placed a kiss on your head, letting you go. He took a bite of your food and sat back down at your bedside.

“See, the food is fine. Eat.”

You were still weary, but also hungry at this point. Although before you made an attempt, Misu returned.

“Your majesty I have-” She quickly stopped, realizing you weren’t alone. “Apologies, your majesty, I didn’t realize-”

“What do you have there?”

Hendery held his hand out and Misu handed over the list of kitchen staff. He looked it over with a chuckle.

“You’re really going to look into this?”

“You said I could while I recover, or in your words, entertain myself.”

“I see, but you do realize this is pointless.”

“What?”

“We eat the same things everyday, my love. Even if we aren’t together. The food we have is cooked in the same pots and pans. If the food has been poisoned in the process of being made, then I would have been affected too. I’m fine so-”

“It was a targeted attack… which means someone added something to the food after it was prepared.”

“Like yourself.”

“Or the poison was meant for you and it was added to the wrong plate.”

“…”

“Are you starting to believe me?”

“I’m not sure… Misu, come here.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Now.”

Misu stepped closer to Hendery, flustered and shy. He held his hand out and she eventually understood to give him her arm. She did so and he pulled her close, checking her pulse.

“Look at me and tell me, did my queen ask you to do anything bad?”

“You can’t be-”

“I’m not speaking to you right now, my love.” Hendery grabbed Misu’s chin and had her meet his eyes. “Did you do anything bad?”

“Nu… no, your majesty.”

“My queen didn’t ask you to do anything vile?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“I see. You may go.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Misu hurried out of the room, and you made a note to check on her later. You were certainly annoyed now.

“That was unnecessary. Did you even get your answer?”

“I’m not certain… regardless, the royal physician informed me they could not identify the poison as your food has already been disposed of.”

“You-”

“Are on your own for this. I don’t believe anyone would try to hurt you, or me, but if you’re going to blame anyone you better have solid proof.”

“Fine, but let’s make one thing clear. Just as you say you wouldn’t try to kill me, I won’t be leaving of my own will. I’m going to take my kingdom back, and watch you burn.”

Hendery scoffed. “I’ll look forward to that. Now eat. I oversaw the whole process so I assure you nothing is wrong.”

“…”

“Or do I have to feed you myself?”

You were still upset with him, practically always, but you ate with him. If he said it wasn’t poisoned, you could believe that from his twisted love.

“See, that wasn’t bad was it. Take your medication and rest.”

“You said you oversaw this being cooked, right?”

“Yes, my love.”

“What happened when it was finished?”

“Hm… our plates were prepared and placed on a tray. From there the servants grabbed them and followed me to my chambers.”

“The servants were on standby?”

“Yes.”

“Are they always like that?”

“I can’t say. I was only there today.”

“And they grab the trays as soon as the food is ready?”

“It seems so, why?”

“Then if something was added to the food, it was done once it left the kitchen, and before reaching me.”

“You’re very cute with your investigation. So don’t cause trouble.”

“No promises.”

“Of course.”

Hendery kissed your head and excused himself. A moment later the servants came in to take the dishes, Misu checking over you.

“Misu.”

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Are you alright? He shouldn’t have-”

“I’m alright, your majesty. I was a bit caught off guard by the request, but I did not lie.”

“I still must apologize, you shouldn’t be treated that way.”

“I’m okay, just worried about you.”

“I must also apologize, as I need you to do something else for me.”

“How can I help you, your majesty?”

“You went through the trouble of getting the kitchen staff list, but it seems I’ve miscalculated.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way of knowing what kind of poison was used on me, but it wasn’t the food itself that harmed me. Therefore the kitchen staff is most likely not the culprit, meaning it’s another servant.”

“I don’t believe I follow.”

“The kitchen is already so busy as it is, so it’s highly unlikely one of them did something… do you think you could figure out what servants came in contact, or near my food the other day. I know most of the have certain roles and routines to follow. I want the names of those, and maybe ask around to see if anyone saw anything odd.”

“Ah, I will do my best, your majesty.”

“Thank you.”

With that set up you took your medicine and laid down to rest. The next time you opened your eyes, you realized it was dark out, and you weren’t alone. You found yourself wrapped up in Hendery’s arms, his warmth keeping you comfortable and calm. Although upon realizing this you squirmed out of his grasp, waking him up in the process.

“Are you alright, my love? Do you-”

“Don’t touch me.”

Hendery sighed. “It’s late, lay back down and sleep.”

“Not with you.”

“I said I would be keeping a close eye on you. That includes the night.”

“We don’t have to sleep in the same bed.”

“But we do.” Hendery pulled you back down. “And I’ve missed you.”

“I haven’t.”

“Lies, my love, and you know it.”

He cuddled you, spooning you and holding you close. He was still warm, just as before. You hated how your thoughts drifted to the past. The nights like this, as he’d drown you in soft kisses to help you sleep. His words of love slowly turned to whispers and fading to mumbles as he fell asleep. You thought he was everything, and now you just felt so alone.

“You really think I tried to kill myself?”

“Who would dare harm you?”

“Everyone has secrets.”

“But not just anyone would be bold enough to poison the queen. If you really think someone did that, you can’t just look for evidence, you need to know why.”

“Add this to the list of reasons you’re a terrible husband.”

“What else is on that list?”

“Your lies, your manipulation, you-”

“I did what was best for you.”

“I disagree.”

“So you’d prefer an arranged marriage with a man you didn’t know? Simply for power? I don’t think I could allow that.”

“It was not your job to look after me.”

“But I’ve done so.”

“If that was true you’d look for who tried to kill me. Before they try again.”

“You get lucky once, and they blew it. I won’t allow them another chance, even if that someone is you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you can rest easy in my arms.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes you can. Like I said, I won’t let anyone harm you. I will always love you, no matter what.”

You didn’t want to sleep, but your illness, and his warmth just made it so easy to drift off. Even if your mind was logical and understanding of your displeasure for your husband, your body and heart remembered him well, and could only accept him. When morning came you were still in his arms, snuggled against him like old times. The realization quickly made you move away. It seemed that Hendery had been awake for a while, watching you sleep and waiting for you to wake. He had you stay in bed as he went to oversee breakfast, returning later.

You felt better, but not entirely back to your old self. So you remained in bed and carried out your investigation from there. You’d take your medicine, and Hendery always returned to share your meals, assuring you each and every time the food was safe. Misu got you the list you had requested, along with some information to narrow down the suspects. You needed to speak with each of these people, to get a better idea as to whether or not they were guilty. You would move down to the main hall to conduct these interviews, taking notes of anything you felt odd.

“Still entertaining yourself I see.”

“What do you want?”

Hendery found you in the main hall, bringing over a chair to sit at your side, peeking at your notes. He still found what you were doing amusing.

“Any suspects?”

“Not particularly. Everyone seems to be hiding something, not surprising as the castle is huge, but no one seems that nervous around me.” You sighed. “I got nothing.”

“Just-”

“Don’t make a comment about me trying to frame someone.”

“I was going to say, just take a break. I’m sure something will come to mind once you look at it with a clear head.”

“Are you gonna help?”

“This seems to be your personal mission. I don’t want to interfere.”

“Of course not.”

It took you two days to get through your list, and you felt like you had gotten nowhere. To add to the despair, you weren’t really feeling better. You could get out of bed and go about your day, but you’d get headaches and fatigue quite fast. If anything, it told you that whatever was used on you had lasting effects, so maybe the assassin hadn’t entirely failed.

“Your majesty, the bath is ready.”

“Thank you, Misu.”

The warm water did well to sooth you and make you feel better despite everything. You felt you hadn’t gotten anywhere with your investigation, and had no idea what to do next. Still, for now you should rest and try again later. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel the warm water. It was really relaxing, and the aroma in the room was soothing as well. You could feel yourself falling asleep and sinking into the water. A half baked thought surfaced, making you aware of the problem, but you didn’t have the strength to do anything.

Slowly the water rose until you were completely under it. You felt like you were floating, and it was quite peaceful, until you ran out of oxygen. You couldn’t do anything to call for help, merely trying to reach up to the surface, but your vision was already going black. You thought this might be it, starting to accept that when your vision was suddenly white and you were inhaling a mixture of water and air. You coughed up the water, realizing you had surfaced, shaking from the shock.

“I got you, I got you.”

It took a moment to realize Hendery was holding you, Misu making a fuss about him getting wet and also helping to get you out of the water. She handed Hendery a towel and he wrapped you up with it, trying to dry you off. He ordered Misu to get the physician, staying with you and trying to warm you up.

“You’re alright, you’re alright.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, don’t speak, just breath, nice and easy. You’re okay.”

You were still coughing up some water, trying to regain your breath and sense. Hendery merely held you tight, gently rocking you and assuring you were alright. You had no idea what happened to you, besides the fact the assassin had made another move.

“Hendery…”

“You’re alright, my love.”

“Do you still… think it was… me…”

“I never did.”

“Huh?”

“Sh, just focus on your recovery, you don’t have to worry about anything else.”

You had questions, but you couldn’t quite articulate them. Once you were good to move, Hendery picked you up and took you to his chambers, setting you down on the bed, not caring if you were still soaked. He got another towel to help dry you up properly, finding some of your clothes to dress you and then wrapping you up in a blanket. You were still shaking, not from the water but just everything. Your thoughts led to fear, and you didn’t feel safe with anyone besides Hendery, the only person you could trust wouldn’t do anything. You didn’t even want to see the physician, and Hendery had to tell them to leave.

“My love, you need to-”

“No… no one…”

“I need to be certain you’re alright.”

“You do it…”

“You trust me? I thought you hated me?”

“You’re… you’re the only one… I can trust… right now…”

“Then please give me a moment to figure out what I need to look for.”

“Okay…”

You pulled the blanket around you tighter once Hendery left, quietly counting to yourself to distract yourself until he returned. He did best to check all your vitals and make sure nothing was wrong.

“What happened?”

“I… I don’t know… I was fine… then tired… and… and…”

“That’s enough. I’ll have this looked into and find the culprit.”

“So you… you believe me…”

“Of course. I just need more evidence.”

“Then… you… used me… as bait…”

“The first time was too clean. There was barely any evidence left behind. I would have lost you if I hadn’t been so fortunate.”

“Why… why…”

“Sh, don’t concern yourself. I’ll handle everything. Here, I went down to prepare you some tea so you can sleep.”

“You won’t leave… right…”

“No. I will stay right here, my love.”

Hendery helped you with the tea, making sure you had every last drop before laying you down. He tucked you in under the covers, lying down at your side. You curled up, still thinking about what happened. The first incident you had no idea what was happening, but this time around, you could feel your life slipping away. Hendery could see the gears turning in your head, reaching over to gently pet you.

“You’re okay, everything’s okay, no one’s going to hurt you.”

“You’ll find… who did this…”

“I will, I promise.”

Even if you didn’t really want to sleep, the tea and your own exhaustion was starting to wear you down. You slowly drifted off to sleep, only able to rest for a bit before waking up in a fright. You thought you would be alone, but Hendery was right at your side, pulling you into his arms. He gently rocked you in his arms while rubbing your back, once again assuring you things were alright.

“I see the tea didn’t work for long.”

“I’m fine…”

“I know, I know.”

“I don’t think I can sleep…”

“That’s alright, we can just stay up together.”

“Okay…”

It was getting dark out, but you didn’t feel tired. Hendery asked for some books, and his own things to be brought to his chambers. You both stayed on the bed, quietly providing each other company. Even if you were on high alert, you didn’t expect Hendery to stay awake for long, eventually finding him asleep on the bed. You watched him for a moment, your hand unconsciously reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. You quickly stopped yourself when you realized what you were doing.

A near death experience, your second, should not be a time to rekindle old feelings. Let alone considering all he had done to become king and take your kingdom from you. He wasn’t someone to forgive. You were still decent, cleaning up and making sure he could rest comfortably. You did your best not to wake him, just remaining at his side and trying to read, your thoughts drifting off to what happened. Before you knew it the sun had risen, and a new day had begun. You were staring out the window and you didn’t realize Hendery waking up.

“My love…”

“You’re awake.”

“Did you not sleep?”

“I couldn’t.”

“My apologies, you should have woken me.”

“One of us should rest.”

“I suppose. You must be hungry, I’ll have breakfast prepared.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“I know that’s a lie. You may have no appetite but your body needs to remain healthy.”

“…”

“Then do you want to wrap this up?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

Hendery helped you dress in something comfortable, disregarding usual clothing traditions, and going down to the main hall with you. He had yet to tell you anything, but you were just waiting quietly. If he was going to tell you something he should have done it in his chambers where you had privacy, so this did concern you. Although it was just the two of you as he had the guards leave the room.

“You asked to see me, your majesty.”

Misu quietly entered the room, bowing to both of you after a slight pause. When she entered you looked over at Hendery, but he just had an amused look in his eyes.

“Why did you do it?”

“Pardon… I don’t-”

“What poison did you use?”

“Wa… what?”

“Answer me.”

“Hendery.” You hissed. “What are you-”

“My love, you are quite beautifully naive. There is only one person who could hurt you, but you never even considered the possibility because you trust them so much.”

“No, no, you-”

“You figured out it couldn’t be the actual kitchen staff, so it had to be someone who had access to your food after it was prepared. None of the servants you spoke to raised any concern, and none would have a reason to harm you.”

“And why would Misu? She has been my faithful servant since I was a child. Why would she-”

“Why indeed, that’s what I would like to know.”

“You can’t-”

“Misu is the one who’s supposed to try the food to make sure it’s safe, isn’t that right, my love?”

“I…”

“If you had finished your plate you would have surely passed, and it wasn’t Misu who found you, was it?”

“No…”

“Everyone has their secrets as you said, and when I interrogated Misu her heart was racing. Not because of my questions, but something else. Do you care to explain yourself?”

“Your majesty, I don’t-”

“Do not lie to me!” Hendery rose to his feet. “You are lucky to be breathing right now. I should have struck you down already, but you are alive right now to explain yourself. So tell me, why did you dare to harm my queen!”

Misu was at a loss for words, looking between you and Hendery. You weren’t sure what to believe, trying to make sense of all the pieces Hendery had just dropped in your lap. Although you didn’t have to ponder for long as Misu fell to her news, bowing down.

“How could I not do something, your majesty!”

“Mi… Misu… what…”

“I do not know the reason why the queen has grown to hate you, but I cannot stand it!”

“Ah… do you… have feelings for me?” Hendery questioned. “Are your actions some declaration of love?”

“She does not love or cherish you, it’s unfair for you to suffer in such a manner.”

Hendery chuckled, slowly walking over to Misu. He knelt down, grabbing her chin so their eyes would meet.

“I can see love in your eyes. I always thought that was admiration, I am your king after all, but this is something much deeper. You’d do anything for me, huh? Even kill.”

“Your-”

“It’s a shame. You could have been useful, but you chose to harm my queen, and I cannot allow you to live any longer.”

“Your majesty, please.” Misu begged. “I did poison the queen, but the incident with the bath was not my doing, I am not-”

Hendery was no longer listening, returning to his throne and grabbing his sword. Your eyes went wide, having not realized he would be taking matters into his own hands like this. You thought to stop him, but when you stood, the shock of everything cause you to collapse.

“Hendery-”

You closed your eyes before you saw anything that could never be unseen. You were shaking again, scared to open your eyes. You heard the sword clatter to the ground, a presence slowly approaching. You felt Hendery caress your cheek.

“Look at me, my love.”

You slowly opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his. You didn’t want to see anything else. He had a bit of blood on his face, but he seemed content.

“Are you alright?”

“I… I…”

“You don’t have to worry anymore. I took care of everything, like I promised.”

“But… but…” Misu’s last words started to hit you. “She said she didn’t… the bath… if she…”

“That’s nothing to worry about. She was just saying whatever she could to save herself, but her fate was sealed the second she hurt you.”

“Did you… did you have something to do with-”

“Sh, I know this was probably a lot for you, but I needed you to know that you’re safe. I’ll get you a new maid, and make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“I… Hendery…”

“It’s okay, everything’s okay now, my love. You’re safe.”

“… am I…”

“Of course, you have me, and that’s all you need.”

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.. smiles .. pairing. wong kunhang/hendery x female reader, feat. xiaojun genre. angst, smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. he fell for the way you smiled for him. wc. 1.3k cw. yandere!hendery, idol!hendery, talk show host!reader tw. cursing, stalking, drugging, pet names (‘my love’, ‘sugar’, ‘darling’), dubcon aspects, infidelity, fingering, slight gaslighting a/n. came up with this idea after watching the episode of unbelievable that hendery and xiaojun were on together.

You talked like you owned the entire room, hands moving in gestures to truly enunciate the sentences you sang out, soft bangs falling over your forehead while you fidgeted in your seat. You were perfect for a talk show host. You had that very distinct presence about you that would make anyone interested in the topic at hand. Something so simple as brushing your teeth could become a conversation starter deserving of an hour’s worth of words.

You were so sweet, too. You’d make the guests on your show seem like their opinions were the most important things in the world. You sure made Hendery feel that way. He was an idol of a few years now, but coming onto this show was the first thing he’s done where he needed to share his thoughts with someone other than his bandmates, one of whom also joined him on the show. Luckily for him, his bandmate, Xiaojun, would cover for him whenever he went silent, thinking that he simply had nothing to discuss on the subject. No, he had plenty of opinions he could share with the hosts. But you were too mind-boggling that he continuously managed to find himself distracted by the way you flipped your hair over your shoulder when it tickled the exposed skin of your arm, adjusted the way your cropped top rested above your belly button to leave just the right amount to the imagination as it matched nicely with your tiny skirt that cut off before it could trail too high up your pretty thighs, hands fiddling with the dry flesh around your cuticles out of semi-nervousness when the attention was all on you.

He found that he adored your smile, the way your entire face would light up when you laughed, pearly white teeth exposing, gums popping out, eyes forming crescent shapes as your cheeks perked up. You were gorgeous when you smiled.

He wanted to make you smile more, laugh more, so he made it a point to speak up more, saying the silliest and most unserious things to get your face to contort in that beautiful way over and over again. He liked it, loved it, when he was able to make you smile, all for him.

And the moment your hand pressed against his knee, warm palm only lingering on the clothed skin for a few seconds, but it left a lasting sensation. The moment you did that, he had completely lost himself into you. He was prepared to dive all in.

As you left to head home that night, you’d see him in the lobby, brushing off his jacket before throwing it over his shoulders, hair sloppily falling over his face.

“Hey,” you called, hurrying your feet over toward him. As soon as his wide eyes met yours, you smiled at him sweetly, “Hendery, right? How’s it going? I thought you and Xiaojun had left already.”

“Yeah, we did, but I forgot my coat,” he rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortably laughing, “I’ll be going now.”

“Got a ride? I can take you if you want,” you shrugged, knowing he had no ride. That was one of the topics you discussed with him today.

After accepting the offer, he was actually sitting in your car. You stopped for gas on the way there, allowing him the chance to search through your belongings. It was definitely not the most honest thing for him to do, and stealing an empty bottle or a used tampon applicator was an even more dishonest thing, but he couldn’t contain himself. The scent of you was all over the items littering your car, he wanted to take it all. He wanted to take you. But he refrained long enough to get to his dorms.

He couldn’t invite you in, not into the place he was living at. If he brought you inside, the boys would poke fun at him, suggest and speak things that are crude and disgusting, so he didn’t get to bring you inside, sending you on your way as soon as he got out of the car, waving you off. He wanted to cry, slam his head against the wall. How could he not bring you inside? What was he thinking? He could’ve snuck you in, if there’s a way, he could do it. But no, this was the right decision.

Especially considering it wasn’t the last time he’d see you. The next times, however, you might not see him. He found out where you were living – staying at your sister’s for the time being, only until you got back on track with your money, you were waiting for your career to take off. He could take care of you, you should really just let him. But as he watched your beautiful figure dance naked around your room in a hurry to get a pair of comfortable pajamas on, his delusional mind began to process something. You wouldn’t love him in all the ways he loved you. You probably didn’t even remember who he was.

Sure, he was an idol. But you weren’t into those kinds of things. Your head was either buried in a book or writing the scripts and questions for your show. You weren’t listening to his music or watching his videos or listening to his voice, you weren’t concerned with who he was in any sense, no context of him was fascinating to you.

He wanted you to remember him, remember who he was after the next meeting you had.

“Missed me, my love?” he smiled, hands snaking around your waist. Your body tensed, but soon relaxed when you felt his lips gently kissing along the soft skin of your neck. “Because I know I missed you so fucking much.”

You weren’t yourself, unable to properly feel who you were becoming, what he was doing to you. You didn’t know who it was, had no idea it was Hendery. You didn’t even remember him, he was completely right. When you showed up at your work building that morning, a syringe was injected in your neck before you could enter the front doors, being dragged away to a fancy hotel where now you’re gazing out across the city from a balcony, a random man wrapped up behind you, slowly falling against his touch, too touch-starved to say no to the desperate need to let your body give in. Not to mention the fact you thought it was your loving boyfriend, the man who you so badly wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He vowed to keep sex off-limits until marriage, and when he proposed, you were ecstatic that you were getting closer to that marriage dream of yours.

Still feeling the effects of the burning fluid seeping through your veins, you slurred, “Waiting for marriage?”

“Forget that,” he groaned into your ear, nibbling on your lobe as his hands trailed along your perfect body, deciding to play into your little delusions.

“You sure?” you gasped, feeling a harsh hand slip down your pants, touching you delicately with every hint of love in the way his fingers moved inside you.

“You’re gonna remember me after tonight, darling,” he spun you around, butt pressing against the edge of the railing, eyes meeting yours. He saw the moment you noticed who it was, the moment you realized it wasn’t your beloved fiance. “You won’t be able to forget me again.”

“Wh-what are you-” you started, squirming in his grasp, body being stricken with panic and fear at the sight of the unknown man before you. You didn’t have it in you to pull his hand out of your pants, fingers still curled up into you, causing your mind to fuzzy more and more with each movement of his wrist.

His voice was quick to cut your whined words off, cooing sweetly, “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar?”

You couldn’t speak, head spinning as it fell back, nails digging into his shoulder to keep you stable against the railing.

“Don’t you like this?”

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rosewould · 2 years

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wingless angel; dsc

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

pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader

words; 3.2k

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

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

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

act i ➻ moonlight

"Are you afraid?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think you're cute."

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

"And it makes me hard."

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

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

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

"Have you ever seen a dick before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you to take me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're not just a random guy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one- Hey! Eyes on the road.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They think he’s worse.

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

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Take me to the stars - W.KH

Pairing: Wong Kunhang / Hendery x fem!reader

Word count: 4063 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, stoner!hendery, antisocial nerd!reader, fluff, smut

Warnings: substance consumption and its inevitable consequences, prejudice, oral and fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (*sighs*), Hendery has a big dick (and I stand by that)

A/n: I put a lot of thought into this, there are approximately 2000 stylistic devices in there, wahtever you might think is weird is there for a reason. Why am I getting defensive?

"...and please check the lists for the partner assignments on your way out."

After what seemed like an eternity of one and a half hours, you move to pack your things. It's your second year in university, of course there are corses that you like and don't like, but literature class is mostly fun. You'd consider yourself a good student when it comes to this subject, you generally like the literature that's discussed in class and in your essays. And, sure, while it's fun to be able to discuss topics with other people to get their opinions that might vary and differ from your own on a variety of topics, you prefer doing things on your own. In your opinion – that's been proven right over and over again in past, forced interactions with classmates, you're the only person you can trust and rely on with your assignments. So the reason why your professor found it necessary to pair you up into groups of two for your next essay is beyond you. Still, on your way out, you fight your way through the bundle of students gathered in front of the professor's desk, searching for your name on the list just like everyone else.

No.

No way.

A 'Would you look at that. Excited to work with me?' from somewhere behind you would be what you'd expect in this type of situation, like they do in movies. Sadly, that is impossible since the person you got paired with - the worst person you could have imagined out of the gathering of tweenies that sit around in this hall with you every Thursday - doesn't even show up to classes.

Wong Hendery, presumably a pain in the ass – actually, you don't know that for sure, you've never seen him since, as mentioned before, he's never stepped a single foot into this building – but you assume he must be. Rumor has it that he's only attending university because his parents want him to. They are filthily rich, so he has to go through with it in order to not lose their financial support. Besides praising him for his laid-back-ness, people also say that he usually hangs around on the big field next to the library with his friends, so this is where you head.

You move through the hallway, mind clouded with sorrow and worries about your grade in the upcoming assignment. It's not that you're that good of a student, you're not the best, but your accomplishments in university bring you far enough to be able to worry about grades, especially since this seems to be the final work for the semester, putting the weight of the importance of assessment heavily on your shoulders. Right now, it is important to you to get good grades, maybe even the best grades, and there's not much space left in your mind to focus on anything else.

As soon as you step out the door, the lovely late March air greets your nostrils, carrying the scent of slowly blooming buds and carefreeness. Your eyes scan over the area of lawn that's filled with students relaxing and enjoying their break in between corses, the weather of gentle sun rays allowing them to spend their time outside, finally, after such a cold winter.

You sigh. You're not here to think about the weather, there's a task at hand, and you won't come far unless you get in touch with the person who you just know is going to make this relatively easy assignment a nightmare of missed deadlines, stress-fueled nail-biting and headaches.

"Wong Hendery?" You shout out in hopes of someone coming over to you. And to your pleasant surprise, someone does. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hands grabbing ahold of the loops of your backpack that hangs rather heavily on your back. The guy comes closer, and with every step he takes, you understand more and more why everyone seems to be so forgiving with his absenteeism.

"You called me, pretty?" He grins as he comes to a halt in front of you, slightly towering over your smaller height. You gulp.

Admittedly, you'd anticipated someone different, might it be your prejudice from past experiences or something else, but you're a bit stunned, to be honest. Gaze grazing over his exterior, you notice a lot of things about him. You decide that you like his long, slightly wavy, black hair and the way he exclusively dresses in clothes that are at least two sizes too big for him, and vans. It makes him stand out. It makes him special. He doesn't seem to care one bit about the presumed wealth of his family if he dresses like this. It makes you weirdly fond of him, for some reason.

"Uh," for a second, you get lost in his wide smile and his glossy eyes before you're able to catch himself, blinking quickly a couple of times before you open your mouth. "We have to do a literature project together. You coming?"

"Right now?" He asks, a little stunned.

"If you're free?"

He nods, you expect him to grab his stuff, but apparently the only thing be brought was himself, a pack of cigarettes (?) and a lighter that he holds in his hands. Without another word explaining where you're headed, you turn around, guiding the way into the library which you assume he doesn't even know the location of. Silently, he follows you, and you ask yourself just why this was so easy. You'd anticipated him blocking your attempts of trying to get him to work with you, or worse, just leaving without another word or glance. That he's so compliant actually lifts some of the weight of worrying about your final grade off your shoulders.

At the same time, you can't help but to imagine explaining that situation to your professor, maybe getting a free pass on the group project and doing one of your own on your own instead.

You sit down in a separate room in the library that is meant for small study group, which you kind of are, and you whip out your notebook, explaining the assignment to him. You can't really decipher the look in his eyes, so you plainly assume that he knows absolutely nothing about literature, so you begin to explain pretty much everything you did in the lecture until this day briefly.

At that, he nods, but doesn't seem too interested in what you're saying. His dark eyes might be glued to your lips, their movement and the way your tongue glides out to wet them every few minutes, but he just blandly stares seemingly into nothingness. You try not to read too much into that.

After about an hour, you're done.

"Honey, I'll be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, but how about I take you home and we start together, how's that?"

Slightly thrown off by the name, your mouth opens to protest, but thinking about it, it might be the best solution. That way, he's in a familiar environment, all while you're not: the best way to study, in your opinion. It would also get everything done as soon as possible, giving you the opportunity to focus on your other assignments for the time being. And – and this is most possibly the heaviest reason why you agree – you're kind of curious to see how he lives, not that you'd ever admit to that.

As he pulls into his drive way, you take in your surroundings. Firstly, you're glad that you finally arrived since his car – all due respect – reeks of weed and you'd stepped on multiple McDonald's bags molding away in the footwell during the five minute ride. The mansion you pull up to tells you that the assumption of your peers seem to be correct as it stands proudly before you. As soon as he takes you through the front door, all you see is marble, stucco and chandeliers.

You feel like you should be impressed, but you aren't. Hendery seems like he does not give two shits about money with the way he behaves and carries himself, so you automatically detach him from everything you're seeing right now.

The two of you make your way out the back into the garden, a beautiful wide lawn with trees and flowers blooming around and a about, a little pond on the right side of the area that seem to hold a bunch of fish and ducks. You step forwards on a trail that leads to a separate, smaller house at the back of the garden, almost hidden behind the large bamboo trees the area offers. It's way less pompous than the actual house you'd just seen, and seemed rather normal, like one of those bungalows you slept in during field trips.

Once you arrive inside, you see a lot of carpets, a big couch and a huge TV. Hendery invites you to sit down, and after gently resting your backpack against the couch, you do, watching him leave the room for an unknown reason, and allow yourself to sink into the many pillows as you take in more of the room.

Large windows illuminate the small place Hendery calls his home. There are a few plants on the shelves, that are stuffed full with comic books and video game cases. Next to the couch, you notice a glass door leading to some sort of gaming room that shines purple with LED-light stripes. There's also a staircase leading up to a platform where he sleeps, you assume. On the other side of the staircase you can fairly make out the corners of a kitchen. You have to say, it's pretty neat.

"You like it?" Hendery grins after putting his jacket away and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen area.

"Sure," you half-smile. You still don't know what to think of this guy. On one hand, you're influenced by his (bad) reputation and therefore still a little anxious about the assignment and how you're going to get this person to work on it with you, with equal amounts of workloads and hours. On the other hand, he draws you in. He seems like an interesting person, and you're surprised that you're really showing so much interest in someone else that you want to get to know them, let alone see their home. You're not superstitious by any means, but you feel like there's a connection.

Hendery turns on the television, allowing a random show to play quietly in the background before taking a medium sized, blue box from the couch table onto his lap.

"You mind?" He asks as he opens it, looking over at you as he presents the contents of the box to you. In there's a stoner's wet dream: different shaped and sized grinders, papers and tips from a variety of brands and a good amount of weed.

"Oh- uh.. of course not, it's your house." You say.

He grins and starts rolling a joint and to be honest, you're mesmerized by the process. He plugs a piece of paper off the block and folds a tiny part at one end in before rolling the whole piece into a papery, white straw. Next, he unzips the bag that contains the weed, expertly picking the right amount to stuff into a small metal cylinder, grinding the dried plant into tiny crumbs. Lastly, he assembles everything inside a thin long-paper. You find yourself watching with interest, to your surprise especially when he brings the whole thing up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the paper so it will stick together. And even though you don't have much to compare it to, you think the joint looks pretty good.

"Okay, wanna start?" He asks before lighting his joint. He lets the tip sit between his lips and inhales deeply, the scent of weed filling the air, but due to it's freshness, it's much more bearable than inside his care, maybe pleasant, even. You clear your throat before opening the zipper of your backpack.

"Alright, the drama. I think you should read it before we do anything, really. I brought you my copy, you can keep it." You gently place it on the table, careful to not bump into any empty cans or other pieces of general trash with your fingers.

"I already read that," Hendery answers before blowing out a big cloud of smoke into the air, and you notice that he does this to keep the smoke remotely away from you, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh- great! Then we can take everything a little slower than I thought." You smile to yourself and lean back for a second. Oddly, his presence calms you, or maybe that's just the scent of the smoke slowly creeping up to where you're seated, but you don't have to say that you mind. Somehow, the whole atmosphere is relaxing as it is, finally letting you take a breath from all the stress and burdensome encounters of your life.

The evening carries on and the two of you just start talking about everything and nothing. You notice that he likes to talk about pretty much everything except for himself, the last fact surprisingly characterizes yourself pretty well as well. You enjoy the way he's able to entertain you without even trying, the way he doesn't rely on your answers or input to keep the conversation going. Every time you want to add something, you can, but everything just feels so relaxed that you don't feel pressured, and that is something that makes you instantly fond of him. Usually, people expect something of you, something that you don't want to or can't give them. In the past, this had stressed you out so much, given you anxiety and insomnia to the point where you cut ties with almost everyone you knew.

With Hendery, it's different, and for some reason you hope that it's the same for him. You want him to feel comfortable with you. You want him to be able to open up with you. It's getting awfully late, yet you don't even know anything besides his zodiac sign.

You two sit outside on his porch, listening to the chirping of the crickets while looking at the night sky. He's just finished his second joint of the night, feeling high and free as ever, and you realize that you really like the way he looks when he sits so close to you, eyelids heavy and a lazy grin on his face. Uncharacteristically for you, you find that he's pretty. And he knows a whole lot about the stars and the universe.

You watch him as he babbles about a random constellation and its meaning in ancient Greece, his eyes lighting up almost with passion, his strong jawline, his pretty nose and his slender lips that look so kissable. Not once in your life had you felt like this. It's like the world had stopped moving around you, there's nothing else that matters when you sit here. You feel like you're in a different dimension, like nothing can harm you, and nothing can hurt you, which is why you don't even hesitate as you ask him the following question.

"Can I kiss you, Hendery?"

Before you realize, it's already out there, and before you can worry about it, he's already turned to look at you with a smile. "Are you sure, or are you just high?"

You smile. Maybe the amount of smoke you've passively inhaled in the past hours has made you somewhat more comfortable, but you're not high, or at least, you don't think you are. But you know that you feel something, just like before, like a connection. "I'm not high, Hendery" 'But I want to be high on oxytocin with you', you want to say. But you don't. "I just want to kiss you."

And with that, he leans in, stopping just before his lips touch yours, letting his breath tease your lips before closing the distance. He tastes like weed, of course, but he also tastes like strawberries. Like cotton candy. Like a comfortable hug. Like the gently warmth of a candle. But before you can really sink into the kiss, he's gone again.

He gets up and holds his hand out for you to grab before guiding you inside. He doesn't want you to get cold.

"How come time passes so fast?" You ask, almost pouting as you look at the time on your phone showing that it's past 3am. You really don't want to go home, not yet, you don't want this to end, whatever it might be, and whatever it might lead to. And as if he could read your mind, he offers you to stay.

You find yourself lying in his bed half an hour later, wide open eyes staring at the ceiling above Hendery's mattress, alone, as he offered to take the couch. You feel strange, not because the bed is uncomfortable, not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you feel so tremendously alone. You feel like you're in a dream when you're with him, so it feels strange once you aren't, as if you're meant to be with him right now.

Quietly, you get up, making your way down the steps of the staircase carefully as to not wake him up. You're not exactly sure what your plan is, and this is so not you, a person who usually plans every single step of your daily routine in detail to not have to face any unpleasant surprises, and to not miss anything.

You can already see him on the couch, his figure completely wrapped in a blanket between the pillows, the light on his porch shining through the windows illuminating his frame.

Carefully, you sit down on the couch and he stirs, turning his body to face you.

"You okay?"

"Can't sleep."

"Come here." He lifts his blanket, inviting you to lay with him. Hesitantly for a second, you take his offer, slipping underneath the blanket with him. And you've never felt so warm. You cuddle your back into his chest and he hugs you from behind.

"Is this really okay for you?" You turn your head to look at him.

He lifts his head to look at you, a surprised raise to his eyebrows. "Are you asking because I stopped kissing you?"

You nod.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

You nod again.

"If I would have kept kissing you, I don't know if I could have stopped there. Your lips just- you taste like something I can't quite explain, you know, but it felt too good. Didn't want to pressure you into anything just because I didn't want to hold back. It's just- there's something about you that takes me in."

"I liked kissing you too." You completely turn around now, his face only centimeters away from yours.

"Do you want to do it again?"

You kiss him. Deeply. Trying to put all of the emotions of safety you're feeling into the kiss, and there you taste it again. Caramel, Hazelnut, the feeling of warm morning sun on your skin. And you don't want to let it go.

Before you know it, your hands find hold on his chest, gently caressing him over his shirt. You feel one of his big hands taking yours, gently holding it onto himself so you can feel his heart beating a little faster. Yours does it too. You shift closer to him. Everything is still too far away.

This time, it's you who breaks the kiss. You look into his eyes.

"I want you, Hendery." You're still so close that you can feel his breath hitch against your skin.

"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper. Is he trying to hold himself back? As an answer, you let your hand wander over his tummy downwards, deeper and deeper until you reach the hem of his sweatpants. You feel him gasp.

"You can have me any way you like," you whisper into his ear. That's all it takes for him to kiss you again, messier than before, but still contained. He shifts above you, caging you with his taller frame. You use the opportunity to let your hands finally wander over his body. You couldn't make it out under his baggy clothing, but he is pretty slim, but muscular still.

"I want to taste you, baby," he mumbles into your mouth, "not just your mouth. I want to taste everything."

His words make you whine against him. In this moment, you don't care you didn't properly shave this morning, you don't care about anything else than the man above you, who wants you just as bad as you want him.

You allow him to take his pants off you (that he gave you before you went to bed) and you open your legs for him to have you. You feel goosebumps prickle over your skin as his breath hits your core. And when he finally leans in to taste you, you're gone. The way his tongue tangles around your clit, the way he sucks you into his mouth is heavenly. Never has anyone made you feel quite like this.

Raw moans leave your lips, catching his ears and spurning him on as he fucks his tongue into your hole, revenging the inside of your wetness like a starved man. You can hear him groan.

Hendery looks up at you, keeping steady eye contact as he inserts a finger into you, slowly pushing in, making you feel every centimeter of it before he curls it up, moving in and out to rub over that sensitive area inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, and he uses the loss of eye contact to focus on your core again, adding a second finger before diving in, lapping skillfully at your clit.

Right now, you feel like you're in heaven. Or in hell, because it's too hot and sexy to be heaven. Either way, you feel your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. You don't hold back, moans spilling from your lips as you let yourself go onto his tongue, onto his fingers that move so perfectly inside you that you could cry. The waves of your orgasm crash over you in a way you feel like you've never felt before. You cry out Hendery's name, your hands holding onto his hair as he lets you ride out your high on his tongue, only pulling back after leaving you overly sensitive.

He comes back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself and for some reason, it's the sexiest thing you can imagine right now. You still want him inside you, though. and you let him know by desperately rocking your hips against his.

"Please, I want you in me, Hendery"

He does as you say, not being able to wait any longer to finally unite with you, finally be as close to each other as possible. He removes his pants and you can't wait for him to finally, finally enter you as you feel his tip against your entrance.

He is big, stretching you out deliciously as he fills you up, his cock seemingly having no end as he keeps sinking deeper into you. You cling into his shoulders, eyes finding his in this moment of oneness as he bottoms out inside of you. Never have you felt so full, so complete, heart fluttering away in your chest along with the butterflies in your tummy.

"So big," you sigh as you feel him slowly move, clenching around him almost as if your walls didn't want to let him go. He tries to hold back his sounds so he can hear you properly, letting out the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. He wants to give you the world, just as you want to give it back to him. You could stay like this for hours, forever, you don't want anything else. There's nothing else in your mind but him, him, him, as he keeps dragging his tip along your walls.

However the night ends, whether it fades into day, you don't care. As long as he's with you, you don't have a worry in the world.

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