#sub!haechan

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Nerd!Haechan x reader

happy new year ;)

nsfw included

He remembers the first time he saw you. The sun was shining way too brightly and the heat was sweltering. It was a normal day on campus for Haechan. Following his normal routine of eating , studying and then getting to class. Leaving his dorm as quietly as possible trying his best to leave his roommate, Jaehyun undisturbed. Jaehyun was someone that valued his hours of “beauty sleep”. 

He remembers the last time he accidentally disrupted Jaehyun’s sleep. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. But none the less he manages to exit successfully. Everything goes as planned. He gets to class without any interruptions. Interruptions are actually something that he rarely ever encounters considering he doesn’t have the most active social life. 

Haechan has no friends—Not counting the ones he has online waiting for him in his overwatch server. 

But he has no actual friends. The ones that you can go out with. The ones that let you crash at their place just because. The ones that keep you company when you’re lonely.

And while that might sound sad to any other person , it actually doesn’t effect him. Well at least that’s what he believes. He has good grades , a decent place to stay , food filling his belly and a computer than can handle everything else. Who needs friends when you already have the essentials. 

Besides friends can drag you down. If he had friends he wouldn’t be able to get to class on time and sit in his favorite spot like he’s doing now. 

Some people would consider him a Nerd, and he doesn’t blame them. He gets to class on time every day , always participates , never hands in an assignment late , gets perfect scores and to top it all of he wears these thick rimmed black glasses. Being called a Nerd is expected and he doesn’t mind it at all. 

As usual class goes by quickly, with no interruptions of course. Haechan steps out into the sweltering heat once again. Using his hand to shield the sun that blinds his eyes , he starts walking to his next class. Everything goes smoothly with no interruptions. Until he feels something fall out of his back pocket. He turns around quickly and bends down to grab it but when he looks up he stares at the first interruption he’s had in a while.

There you were standing in the middle of the campus looking absolutely dumb founded. The light of the sun reflecting off of your skin perfectly. Your hair was beautiful , bringing out all the profound features of your face. Your body was mesmerizing. He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this but he can’t help it when he finds himself staring at your tits. Eyes wandering to your thighs. Every thought that he shouldn’t be having suddenly bombards his mind. 

He tries his hardest to look away but something about you is so captivating. Maybe it’s the way you looked so confused. Holding the campus directory out , switching between looking down at it and then looking up to try and pin point your location. If he was a normal person he would’ve walked up to you and offered help. But he isn’t normal. 

So he turns around and walks to class quicker than he normally would. That day he was 10 minutes early to class. 

The next week was full of interruptions. If it wasn’t bad enough that he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. You just so happened to be in the same statistics class as him. 

“Great”

Even more distractions for him. Today was the day he finally decided to stop allowing you to cloud his mind. He was just gonna keep his head down and do his work like always. You didn’t even know he existed. How could he be so obsessed with someone that doesn’t even know he exists. 

His plans were actually starting to work. He managed to actually get some useful notes down on his paper without pausing mid sentence to daydream about how you would look ontop of him. But as the saying goes — all good things must come to an end. His bubble is popped instantly the moment you walk up to him. 

“Hi, my name is y/n” You had this disgustingly bright smile on your face. It wasn’t disgusting because it was a bad smile , it was disgusting because it was so precious that it should be locked away in a safe and hidden from the world. Not just exposed like this in front of so many filthy people. 

“ I know this is probably a rude way of introducing myself. But I’m actually quite new to campus.”

How pathetic he must look right now, he thinks to himself. His mouth is hung open and his eyes are drilling holes into yours. Instead of responding he just stares. Not thinking much of it , you continue 

“Your name is Haechan right? It’s nice to meet you !”  

Taking his limp hand off the desk you intertwine it with yours and shake it before softly placing it back down. 

When you touch him he feels something inside of him jump. He doesn’t know if was his heart or his cock. Or both. 

Still not receiving any response other than a mindless stare, you keep going. 

“I actually came to you for a reason.”

There it goes. What a fool he would be to think you would actually come up to him just because you wanted to be friends. Of course you needed something. 

“I was talking to our professor just a minutes ago. I had to explain to him that I was considering dropping this course. Math isn’t one of my strengths and I just can’t deal with the added stress right now. He interrupted me though and told me that there was actually someone in this class that could help me out a bit. Nd now here I am.” 

You pause taking a moment to try and read his face. Trying to pick out any kind of reaction but you weren’t receiving any. 

“You know , it’s totally fine if you say no. I know this is again , kind of rude and abrupt. If you can’t help I won’t be mad or anythi-“

“No!” He says a little too loud. So loud that a few of the students that were close to him turned their heads quickly just to check if something was wrong. 

“Shit, this is why you don’t have any friends. What kind of response was that?” Internally scolding himself. 

“I-i mean no, it’s totally fine. I would be honored to help you. I-i mean not honored but glad. Honored sounds kind of creepy. A-am I making this weird , fuck you probably think I’m crazy. I promise I’m not it’s jus-“

Cutting him off , you put your hand on his shoulder and give him a comforting look. 

“It’s okay. It’s actually kinda cute.” 

Cute. You just called him cute. Something inside of him jumped again , this time it was definitely his cock. 

“So how about this Saturday at 1 ? We can meet in the park a few blocks down. It’s supposed to be really nice out. I can bring snacks and a blanket. It’s the least I can do considering you’ll be helping me out with something so short notice.” You finish with a smile painted across your face. 

All he can do is nod. Still stuck in a trance , he forces his self to answer. “Y-yea , Saturday is good. I can do Saturday” 

“Great ! See you Saturday Haechan”  

And just like that you disappear. The rest of Haechan’s day was absolutely unproductive. 

When he got home that night, he sprawled across his bed staring at the ceiling in darkness. That same night he jerked himself off with the hand you shook.

Removing his trousers with haste. The little glob of spit wasn’t enough to prevent friction. His hand was moving fast, faster than any other time. He was working so hard that his arm caught a cramp. 

His stomach was burning , knots of pure pleasure —and humiliation— forming. Coaxing himself through orgasm after orgasm. His head started to fog , he could hear his own heartbeat ripping through his ears. Mouth hung open in a silent scream. Thighs twitching , toes curled.

Only when his cock started to burn from the friction, did he finally stop. He fell asleep with his cock still in his hand. The only thing he could see in his dreams was you.  

The rest of the days leading up to Saturday went by like a blur. When the day finally came Haechan found himself sinking in desperation. For some reason the time leading up to your 1’o clock meet up was incredibly slow. He had made sure to take a nice shower with his good body wash that he spent way too much money on. He did his skin care routine , making sure to add an extra step. He even ironed his clothes , something he never does.  

He got to the park 10 minutes early. Although he’s always an early person for no real reason , this time he needed those 10 minutes to prepare himself.

How was he gonna greet you? Was he gonna stumble over his words like an idiot or speak in confidence? How did he look , was his shirt crisp enough? Did he smell fine? 

Just as he started to question himself more you walked towards him. That beautiful smile planted on your face , carrying a few bags and blankets. He was in a trance , and just like that everything he spent 10 minutes thinking about instantly disappeared from his mind. 

You finally reached him and plopped everything down. Leaning in to give him a hug you noticed how stiff he got. Maybe you should’ve asked first , you say to yourself. But little did you know , that small gesture alone sent blood rushing straight to his cock. 

“Fucking hell, get it together.” He says to himself. 

“Hi! I’m sorry for having you wait like this. The bus was taking longer than usual” genuine sorriness lacing your voice. 

“N-no , it’s fine. I wasn’t here that long”. And just like that a loud wave of silence washes over. He’s just staring at you like you have a spider on your forehead.

“Maybe the hug was actually way to much…” You say to yourself. 

“Well… How about we take a seat. I’ll open the blanket.” Breaking the silence. You bend down to start setting up. Shortly after you start, you see the other side of the blanket being spread open. Looking up , you see Haechan bent down to help you. How nice. 

The rest of the studying session goes smoothly. You come to learn that Haechan was indeed , very smart.  You understood everything he was saying , with the exception of some hardcore things. But you weren’t worried , there was always room for another session with him. 

After two long hours goes by , you sit up and pop a few grapes in your mouth. He seems to get the message and turns on his back, leaving the textbook forgotten. 

“Let’s take a break.” You propose. 

“Okay” Lifting himself up to face you , he continues. “I like breaks , breaks are cool.” 

He was so cute , you chuckle silently to yourself. 

“How about we tell each other one thing about ourselves. It can be anything.” 

“O-okay” hesitance evident in his voice. 

“I’ll start… I have this obsession with Kiwis. I know you’re probably thinking that I’m being over dramatic but no. I genuinely cannot go a single day without having one. It could be the middle of the night and I would literally wake myself up just to grab a kiwi , then go back to bed. It’s really weird I know… Actually you’re the first person that I’ve told. I guess today is your lucky day” Finishing off with a giggle. 

He feels like a pervert when the sound of your giggling goes through his ears and runs straight down to his cock. 

Clearing his throat , trying to calm himself down. He starts to speak. 

“My name isn’t Haechan. I mean it is Haechan but my actual name isn’t. It’s Donghyuck , but only my mom calls me that.” 

Donghyuck. What a nice name. It rings in your ears like the sound of wind chimes. 

“Donghyuck.. I like it , I like it a lot actually. Would it be fine if I called you that ?” 

At that moment he became even more obsessed with you than before. If that was even possible.

“Yea. I’d like that actually.” For the first time in a while , his heart is filled with warmth. 

“Well...Donghyuck. This was really nice. I should get going though , it’s getting dark out here and I don’t wanna get caught at the bus stop. How bout we do this again next week? Same place, same time ?” 

“Yes.” Answering almost too quickly. 

“I mean , yes that’s fine with me. Same place, same time.” 

Giving him a nod with a smile accompanying it , you get up. He follows after you, helping you pack up the snacks and the blanket. After you finish you give him one final hug. Leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Thank you again , Donghyuck.” 

And before he gets the chance to react you walk off. Leaving him there in shock with a painfully erect cock in his pants. It takes him 2 minutes to finally move and pick up his backpack from the floor. When he starts walking he almost trips over something. He looks down and it was your perfume. The same perfume that you use in class everyday. The perfume that smells like flower petals with hints of sweet fruit and a pinch of spice. The same perfume that he smelt when you whispered in his ear.

He leans down to pick it up. Staring at it for a few seconds he decides to just put it in his bag. Any normal person would’ve just quickly given it to you considering the bus stop was literally down the street. But Donghyuck is not a normal person. 

That night when he gets home , he does something so perverted. Something he’d never tell a soul about. He pulls out your perfume and sprays it all over his stuffed bear that he won at a raffle. Not even taking the time to get naked , he humps the toy with sloppy, inexperienced thrusts. His glasses fog up from the warmth of the room. His face is sweaty and sticky. He had drool seeping out the corners of his mouth. Mind gone completely blank. 

He came so hard, that he blacked out. 

When he regained consciousness two things were coursing through his mind. One of those things was him praying that his roommate didn’t hear him fucking himself silly. The other thing being that he was in trouble and it was all your fault. 

For the next couple of weeks , the two of you had these study sessions. They had went well and you were actually starting to understand the class. You and Donghyuck got closer too.

Ending every session with a fun fact about yourselves turned into full conversations about anything that crossed your mind. You would talk and he would listen. Thoughts of Donghyuck started clouding your head , even when you two weren’t together. 

Maybe it was because he never judged you for any weird thing you’ve said. Or maybe it was because he would let you talk your heart out — something nobody has ever done , and he would just listen happily. It could’ve also been the way he looks completely heart broken every time you leave him , like he’s worried you will never comeback.

 He’s also pretty attractive as well, soft black hair, beautiful skin, beauty moles that were spread so perfectly across his face and those thick rimmed black glasses. 

When you walked up to his seat in class that day , he assumed that it would just be for another study session. 

“Hi , we’re still on for saturda-“ 

“Do you wanna go out with me?” Cutting him off quickly.

“Like on a date.” You continue. You wait for a response but it takes a while. Maybe he didn’t understand you ?

But Donghyuck definitely understood. He understood so well that he thinks he’s dreaming actually. When the words “go out with me” flowed out of your mouth , his ears started ringing. He forgot how to breathe for a quick second. And for some odd reason he feels tears well up in his eyes. But before you think he’s trying to deny you , he forces himself to respond. 

“Are you asking me out ?”

“Yea I am actually” 

This can’t be right. The girl of his dreams asking him out , this has to be some sick joke. 

“Are you sure you weren’t talking to the person behind me , cause that would make sen-“

“No. I’m asking you, Donghyuck Lee, out on a date with me.” 

The tears were starting to fall now. Not of sadness but instead of Joy and utter happiness.

“Y-yea. I would be honored to go out with you, Like on a date of course.” Bringing his hand up to quickly wipe his cheek before you notice how pathetic he is. 

“Great ! I was thinking Friday , 5’ o clock ? There’s this really good looking burger joint around here.” There goes that beautiful smile again , so bright and big.

“Friday sounds good. I like Friday's …” 

“Good,” Pausing to take a good look at his face, you noticed his eyes were a bit watery. How cute.  “I’ll see you friday then , Donghyuck.” And just like that you disappear once again. 

When Donghyuck gets home that night , he cries in his pillow. He cries because he finally understands what it feels like to not be lonely— something that he’s been for so long. He cries and then humps his stuffed toy once again , until the only thought running through his mind is you. 

Friday came quickly. You two had met up a small little diner in the corner of town as promised. Everything was going perfect. The evening filled with jokes and you laughing at Donghyuck as he was having a mini panic attack after spilling ketchup all over his shirt.

The conversations were flowing so smoothly , it was like you two had known each other your entire lives. 

And yet again as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. 

It was time to head back home but instead of taking the bus like you usually would you and Donghyuck decided to just walk.The entire walk was filled with you two telling each other things that nobody else knew. You felt this weird sense of comfort when you spoke to him. Almost like he was the only person who understood who you really were.

When you approached the front of your building you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. This was truly an amazing night.

“I usually don’t do this after the first date but… there’s just something about you Donghyuck.” For the first time since you met him , you felt nervous.

You were staring at the ground beneath you. You took a few seconds to recollect yourself. What was the worse that could happen? This is Donghyuck. Your sweet , understanding , shy , silly Donghyuck. 

“Donghyuck.. do you maybe wanna go out with me? As like… my boyfriend?” 

Boyfriend. The word boyfriend rang in Donghyuck’s ears. His breathing started getting shallow and his knees buckled a bit. A rush of euphoria washed over him , his mind was racing and his heart was beating out of his chest. The tears welled up in his eyes and started to roll down his pretty face like a waterfall. 

“Y-yea , I’d love that actually” Pausing to sniffle and wipe his face with the sleeve of his shirt. 

“I’d love to be your boyfriend.” 

“Are you okay hyuck ? You’re crying…” There was genuine concern in your voice. 

“N-no I’m fine. Just really really happy.”

What a dork. He was so infatuated with you that he started to cry when you asked him out. You found it endearing that he enjoyed you so much. A smile painted your face. There was an intense silence that enveloped the two of you in a box. It was as if you and Donghyuck were the only people on earth. Basking in each others glory. 

Staring into his captivating eyes you start to inch in closer to his face. Finally planting a soft kiss on his lips. He had completely stopped breathing. When you pulled away he looked absolutely stunned. Cute.

You give him a final look before turning away , walking to the entrance of your building. His eyes following you in silence.

Before you opened the door you turned around to say one last thing. 

“Goodnight , Donghyuck.” And just like that, you disappear. 

After you left him , he stood still in front of your building for 10 minutes. The world was revolving but Donghyuck was absolutely stuck. He needed time to comprehend what just happened , he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

That night when Donghyuck got home , he cried for a bit. Then he got on Overwatch to tell his buddies that he’d be gone for a while. Finally he sprawled himself out on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Occasionally bringing his hand up to rub over his lips, as if rubbing them would take him back to the moment you placed your soft lips on his. As the night got darker , his eyes got heavy. When he finally fell asleep he had a smile on his face and dreamed of you. 

Everything was perfect. 

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[hrts4doie]

sloppy seconds (study buddies pt. 2)

wc: 4.7k

warnings: f!reader, threesome between you + doyoung + haechan, sub!haechan, switch!reader, dom!doyoung, cuckolding, degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink, dacryphilia, doyoung is shy at first then becomes mean, haechan gets ignored and cries a lot, everyone’s a bit perverted, haechan finds a new study buddy (sorry doyoung)

a/n: this is part 4 to me and @haetrack’s nerd!haechan series but can also be read as a standalone! our idea that finally made it out the dms can u believe it.. this is literally pure filth btw. part 3 (doyoung being added into this mess) can be read here on val’s account!

haechan lost. he made a stupid bet, too caught up in his own pride, and he lost.

it’s not like he failed his exam. he did great, sure, but he still lost. to make things even more humiliating, he lost by one point. you consoled him, telling him that it was okay, but even then he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he messed up.

he’s jealous, the feeling eating him up inside knowing that doyoung, who was his favorite study buddy, is probably up right now, gloating in his glory and imagining everything he’s gonna do when he gets his hands on you.

if this were under normal circumstances, haechan might not have minded inviting doyoung over to have a threesome with his girlfriend. he thinks of himself as someone who’s generous, one that's willing to share if the situation was right, and he’s close enough with doyoung that it wouldn’t necessarily be weird. but this isn’t under normal circumstances and haechan’s only sharing you because he lost a bet.

for once, haechan thinks that he might actually hate life. he decides that this is all probably just some sick joke the universe decided to play on him, and unfortunately for the universe, haechan doesn’t really find it funny.

frustration heavy on his mind, haechan pulls out his phone and opens up his messages with doyoung. if he was going to even consider going through with this bet, they needed to talk.

haechan: we need 2 talk

haechan: about the bet.

doyoung: oh?

haechan: ur lucky she even agreed

doyoung: didn’t you make the bet assuming that she would already? lol

haechan: whatever. just come over tmrw and we’ll talk

haechan: [address attached]

when doyoung comes over, it’s awkward.

you’re sitting on the couch with haechan next to you and the air in the room is tense with doyoung’s presence. he’s sitting across from you two, eyes darting around the room nervously. he realizes that in reality, meeting up with your friend to have a threesome with his girlfriend isn’t as easy as it sounds. is he supposed to look at you? make the first move? doyoung’s head hurts thinking about the situation.

it probably doesn’t help that haechan, your boyfriend, is staring hard at doyoung. you place a hand on his thigh, trying to comfort him while also trying to get him to stop.

“hi doyoung,” you greet, smiling warmly. if haechan wasn’t going to speak and doyoung was too nervous to even look at you, you had no option but to take the initiative.

doyoung falters, staring at you for a few moments before opening his mouth to respond. “hey, __,” he greets back. he gulps, nerves getting the best of him. he runs a hand through his hair, desperately trying to ignore how intensely haechan is staring at him from the corner of his eye.

“thanks for coming over to-”

“okay,” haechan cuts you off, “no more small talk!” he didn’t like the fact that you two were about to have a conversation about this without him. if he wasn’t going to get the first say, this wasn’t going to happen at all. sue him for being a bit possessive, but how else was he supposed to react knowing that right after this, doyoung was going to be fucking you? “there’s no need for,” he pauses, waving his hands around in gesture, “all this. i’m already humiliated enough, okay? let’s just get this over with.”

you side-eye him, noticing the growing blush on your boyfriend’s face. he’s embarrassed and almost as nervous as doyoung is.

“first of all, you can’t cum in her, okay? that’s.. that’s weird and she’s mine, so don’t get any stupid ideas. you should be grateful i’m even letting you touch her at all,” haechan mutters, suddenly avoiding eye contact with doyoung. this was so humiliating to talk about, especially with you right next to him.

doyoung runs a hand through his hair again, nodding. he glances at you, then haechan, then back to you. “is there anything else off limits?” he asks, his gaze subtly dropping down to your lips.

haechan catches this, huffing. “stop staring at her like that, man! you can.. you can kiss her, i guess. only if she wants! w-we’re not vanilla or anything like that, so that’s the only thing that’s off limits,” he frowns. the clarification was unnecessary, but he didn’t need doyoung getting any ideas about what their sex life was like.

“i don’t mind if you kiss me, doyoung,” you add in, squeezing haechan’s thigh. it was a warning, telling him to be nice.

“o-okay, yeah. i got it,” doyoung says, exhaling nervously. he runs a hand through his hair one more time. now that the rules were out there, it was awkward again. he still didn’t know how to approach this, his mind racing with different kinds of thoughts. he glances between you and haechan, uncertainty clear on his face.

a few moments pass and still, doyoung hasn’t moved. this only frustrates haechan because seriously? he gave doyoung the opportunity to touch his girlfriend and he wants to be nervous about it?

if doyoung won’t make a move, haechan will. he turns to you, leaning forward to kiss you. it’s rushed, messy, and bordering on desperate when he kisses you, hands immediately coming to grope at your skin. he’s eager, you can tell, trying to get doyoung to do something.

you pull away from the kiss, pushing haechan back by his chest. “s-slow down, babe,” you gasp out, just barely short of breath. he goes for your neck instead, leaving wet and sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach. you place a hand in his hair and yank him away from your neck, frowning. “you know your manners. doyoung’s our guest and we should welcome him properly.” haechan only whines at this, unhappy with the interruption.

doyoung, with his hands gripping his thighs, looks like he’s seen a ghost. this was weird and intruding on so many levels, yet he feels his dick growing harder as the seconds go by. you were so hot and he badly needed to be in haechan’s place, kissing and touching all over your body.

“come here, doyoung,” you call out to him, moving your attention away from haechan. you notice his bulge and giggle, the thought of having two men desperate to be all over you making you giddy.

doyoung gets up from his seat, slowly making his way to you as you beckon him over with a finger. with a newfound confidence and his dick doing the thinking for him, he leans down to connect his lips with yours.

kissing doyoung is different than kissing haechan, you note, closing your eyes. doyoung’s more controlling than haechan is, taking what he wants without asking. his hands cup your face, tilting your head upwards for a better angle. while haechan is pliant and submissive, letting you kiss him as you please, doyoung is demanding and forward.

you moan into the kiss when you feel his hands start to roam, touching and groping your body everywhere he can, as if trying familiarize himself with it. it’s so much and you feel dizzy from the way doyoung kisses you.

a loud whine breaks the moment and you pull away from doyoung, turning to look at haechan. he’s staring at you two, brows furrowed, and clearly upset. he wasn’t used to the attention being on somewhere other than him during sex, and quite frankly, he didn’t like it. not having your attention pains him, especially when it’s on doyoung instead of him. he may have lost a bet to him, but this? this wasn’t fair.

you shush haechan, telling him to be quiet, and ignore his whines of protest. haechan tries not to think about the way his dick twitches in his pants at the quick dismission.

doyoung, finding the whole situation amusing, laughs at how easily haechan folds because of you. his suspicions that haechan liked being pushed around in bed were true, and a fleeting thought about just how far he’ll go to please you crosses his mind. he puts a hand on your cheek, turning your face back to him and leans down to connect your lips in yet another heated kiss.

you cup doyoung through his sweatpants, feeling his bulge, and gasp into the kiss. doyoung is big, bigger than haechan, and the fact makes you smile. he breaks away, moaning against your neck as you palm him through his sweats. “fuck,” he moans, hips bucking into your hand. it’s good, overwhelmingly so, and he hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet.

doyoung thinks that months of sad, heartwrenching sex with nobody but your ex will do that to a man. this is new, and good, and so fucking overwhelming.

“you’re so big,” you whisper into his ear, sliding your hand inside his pants and past his boxers, touching his cock. he groans at the contact, cursing once more.

“yeah?” he mumbles against your neck, grinding into your hand. “bet i’m bigger than haechan,” he adds on, “bet i’ll fuck you better than him too.”

you nod, the words making you throb in your panties.

haechan is quick to protest, frustrated with how he’s just been getting ignored. “that’s not–that’s not true!” he whines. doyoung was not going to fuck his own girlfriend better than him. it didn’t matter if his dick was bigger. he refused to let that to happen.

doyoung pushes you back against the couch, caging you in and sliding a hand down into your pants. he rubs at your clit through the fabric of your panties, making you moan.

“it is true, haechan,” he laughs, “i bet you can’t touch her properly either.” he connects your lips in another kiss, continuing his touch. you’re so wet, soaking through your panties, and it’s driving him crazy. between kisses, he asks, “he doesn’t know how to touch you the way you need it, hm? need me to do it cause he can’t?”

haechan’s humiliated hearing this, shaking his head even though neither of you are paying him any attention. this is so unfair, he thinks again. he does know how to please you and how to touch you. doyoung’s words were just stupid and untrue. what’s stupider is the way he’s so hard, cock straining against his pants while he’s watching doyoung touch you like he’s not even there.

“y-yeah,” you agree, throwing your head back with another moan, “so much better with you, doyoung, fuck.” his hand is inside your panties now, feeling your cunt and just how wet you truly are. his fingers tease along your folds before moving back to rub your clit. the touch is foreign, different than the way haechan touches you, yet you still can’t get enough of it.

haechan hates this. he hates everything about this situation and he’s embarrassed because he he likes it. he likes the humiliation and the way you two ignore him. it makes his stomach twist in unexplainable ways and his cock throbs in his pants every time you tell him to shush or to be quiet.

doyoung is kissing down your neck when you finally call haechan over, deciding to spare him just a little. he scurries to the other end of the couch, desperate for at least some kind of attention. his eyes are wide, silently begging, and he can’t help the whine that leaves his mouth as he gets closer to you.

he tries to ignore that doyoung is right there next to him, hands roaming freely inside your panties while haechan can’t even touch.

you grab him by his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. you love when he gets like this, so needy and desperate for your touch. breaking away, you ask, “you gonna be good and wait, hm? let doyoung have his turn while you sit–fuck–sit there and watch?” it’s difficult to focus with the way doyoung is touching you, his fingers hitting all the right spots.

dumbly, haechan nods. he’ll be good, he thinks, even if the image of doyoung fucking you makes him want to cry.

“good, baby,” you whisper, kissing him again. “take us to the bedroom so you can show doyoung just how good you are, okay?”

haechan watches from the corner of the bed as doyoung peels off your shirt.

you’re laughing, amused by the way doyoung’s eyes widen as he gropes at your chest. it’s experimental and slow, not familiar like the way haechan touches you.

haechan knows he can make you feel better faster than doyoung can. doyoung’s taking his time, learning what you like, but haechan knows. he knows what gets you going and what makes you moan the loudest. it’s frustrating to watch. he wishes he could just show doyoung how much better he is, but he promised to be good.

as doyoung’s hands roam across your bare skin, haechan can only watch as he lets his palm subtly grind against his clothed clock, taking off a little bit of the edge. his cock is so hard it hurts. he wishes he were touching you instead.

doyoung’s whispering words into your ear that are too soft for haechan to hear. it’s as if he’s not even there and doyoung’s your boyfriend instead.

haechan watches as you get manhandled by doyoung, placed prettily in his lap, and watches as he spreads your legs apart. you’re on display, cunt glistening right in front of haechan’s face, and all he can do is watch. he’s staring hard at your core, zeroing in on the way doyoung’s fingers start to carefully dip inside you. he starts with two, slowly starting to pump them in and out of you.

“god, you’re beautiful,” doyoung whispers against your skin. you’re dripping, clenching hard around his fingers as he fucks you. they’re so long, reaching deep inside you and curling just right against your sweet spot. “it’s a shame haechan didn’t share you sooner,” he continues, his free hand coming up to grope at your breasts again.

“doyoung–mmh–doyoung, please,” you gasp as he starts to pick up the pace, fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. a loud squelch sounds as does, your pussy sucking his fingers in even deeper. the sound is embarrassing and it makes you flush a bright red. “d-doyoung,” you moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder and trying again.

“hm?” he hums, smiling against your neck. he’s staring right into haechan’s eyes, a mean look in his eye.

doyoung wants to humiliate haechan and show him that no matter what he does, he’s still going to be better. haechan’s girlfriend is in his lap, cunt dripping around his fingers, and moaning out his name, not haechan’s.

haechan feels stuck when he stares back at doyoung.

you’re oblivious to the silent interaction, too caught up in the way doyoung’s fingers feel inside of you to notice. you moan as he slips in a third, stretching your hole and making you feel full. suddenly, all you can think about is how badly you want his cock inside you.

“you’re so fucking wet,” doyoung groans, looking away from haechan to kiss down your neck. “it’s all for me, isn’t it? not your boyfriend?” he asks, curling his fingers inside you again. the words make you whine and nod, overwhelmed by doyoung’s words and the way he touches you.

you know haechan’s watching, pathetically palming himself through his boxers, and you can’t help but play things up a little. “w-want your cock, doyoung,” you moan, “please, i need it!”

haechan whimpers, hips bucking up into his hand. he’s ashamed, cock twitching as he realizes just how turned on he is by his girlfriend moaning another man’s name. this is so wrong, he thinks. you’ve tuned him out completely, attention purely on doyoung, and yet he’s still so turned on.

doyoung pulls his fingers out of you, wiping them on the sheets, and quickly manhandles you onto your back. you whine at the loss of his fingers, clenching around nothing. you need him to fuck you now and the wait is driving you mad.

“c’mon, fuck me already,” you whine, rolling your hips.

he laughs, moving to kneel between your legs. “yeah? need my cock that badly?” he asks, hands teasing along your thighs. “beg me for it,” he whispers, “beg for my cock and maybe i’ll give it to you.”

doyoung’s doing this on purpose and you know it. you know he wants to humiliate haechan, wants to make you beg for another man’s cock that isn’t his. you know and you like it.

“fuck me, please,” you beg, spreading your legs wider. “want your cock, doyoung. fuck me like i deserve, please.”

“that’s it, baby,” doyoung groans, spitting into his hand and slowly starting to stroke his cock. his tip is bright red and leaking from how badly he wants you. “just a little more,” he beckons, “need to know you really want it.”

haechan wishes the ground would just swallow him whole. tears are starting to well up in his eyes as he listens to you beg and he wishes you would just look at him. doyoung isn’t that good. he can’t be, haechan thinks, trying to console himself.

doyoung teases the tip of his cock against your hole, just barely pushing in.

“please, doyoung,” you try again, wrapping your legs around his waist. he’s so close yet still so far.

without warning, doyoung pushes in, bottoming out in one go. a moan rips from your throat at the sudden intrusion, his cock stuffing you full.

“look at that,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the way you’re practically sucking him in, pussy clenching hard around his cock. “so fucking tight,” doyoung groans, lightly thrusting. he’s letting you adjust, hips barely moving, and it’s still so much. you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper from how big he feels inside you.

haechan reaches inside his boxers, pulling out his neglected cock with a cry. he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of doyoung fucking you, no matter how much he claims to hate it.

you open your eyes, turning your head to look at your boyfriend and the teary look in his eye. “d-don’t you dare touch yourself, haechan. i told you to be good,” you say, ignoring how this makes him whine even more.

you turn back to doyoung, rolling your hips and begging for him to move.

doyoung grips your waist and slowly starts to thrust inside you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. you were so tight around him, making him moan as he starts to fuck you faster. his pace is relentless as his hips snap against yours, cock sinking deeper and deeper.

“s-shit,” he groans, the lewd sound of skin slapping filling the room. “you were made to take it, weren’t you? m-made to take my cock,” doyoung grunts, glasses starting to slip off his face from how hard he was fucking you.

“oh my g-god,” you moan, pussy clenching tightly around him. you can barely think, the pleasure and doyoung’s cock inside you making you lose your mind.

doyoung slows down, stopping his thrusts completely before bringing a hand up to fix his glasses. you whine as he stops, trying to get him to move again.

he turns to look at haechan, a mean smile on his face. he gently starts to thrust inside you again, all while keeping eye contact with him. “look at this, haechan,” doyoung calls, “look at how she’s sucking me in. let’s make a bet on who fucks her better, yeah? you’ll lose that too, won’t you haechan?”

doyoung’s words are mean and haechan’s not sure he can take it. he shakes his head, trying to defend himself. “that’s not–that’s not true, doyoung,” he whines, gripping the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum. he can’t even look at doyoung anymore.

“c’mon, doyoung,” you beg, wanting him to pick up the pace, “ignore him and fuck me, please.”

doyoung turns back to you, leaning down to kiss you. he slams his hips into you, fucking you fast and hard. you moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck, hole twitching around his cock as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

his kisses trail down to your neck and his glasses are starting to fog up from how hot it is in the room. he moans against your skin every time you clench around him, thrusts starting to get more and more desperate. doyoung fucks you faster, pounding into your messy cunt as he feels himself getting close. he brings a hand down to rub your at clit in time with his thrusts, causing you to cry out.

“i’m c-close, fuck,” doyoung moans against your neck. you’re clinging onto his back, moans loud as you try to keep up with his pace. “tell me you’re close, baby,” he begs, grunting as your walls squeeze him impossibly tighter.

too overwhelmed to speak, you nod and your thighs start to shake. all it takes is one more deep thrust from doyoung before you’re cumming, shocks of pleasure washing over your body and your pussy spasming around his cock. “doyoung,” you moan out, hands flying to his hair.

“that’s it,” doyoung grunts, hips starting to lose their rhythm as he feels you cum around him. his dick twitches inside you, so close to cumming, before he quickly pulls out, leaving your hole gaping.

he sits back on his heels, quickly starting to jerk himself off. finally, he cums with a loud groan, dick twitching in his hand before he spills all over you, painting your stomach white. he’s panting, looking down at you with a dark look in his eye, almost as if he’s admiring his work.

you’re a mess, makeup smeared and hair all over the place, and it’s all because of doyoung. his cum paints your skin, and to him, it’s art.

doyoung turns to look at haechan, wanting to brag in his face. the sight is pathetic. haechan is stroking his cock, tip leaking, and all thoughts of waiting for permission to touch himself fly out the window. he just watched his girlfriend get fucked by another man and now he badly needs to cum.

coming back to your senses, you sit up against the headboard and turn your attention back to haechan. “don’t you even think about cumming, haechan. come here,” you demand, “you know what’s gonna happen if you cum without my permission.”

haechan full on sobs at this, pulling his hand away from his cock. his hips buck in the air and you hear doyoung laugh beside you, humiliating haechan even further. tears are rolling down his face as he desperately crawls across the bed to you, kneeling between your spread legs.

“l-let me touch you, please,” he begs, hiccuping. “i’ve been good, just please let me touch,” haechan goes on, babbling about how badly he needs you. his poor cock hangs heavy between his legs, neglected and leaking.

“shh,” you coo, wiping a tear from his eye. “you wanna touch me?”

haechan frantically nods, nearly knocking his glasses off his face.

“i’ll let you touch me, hyuckie,” you whisper, leaning back. “clean me up and i’ll let you touch, okay?” you ask, smiling.

haechan freezes, looking between you and the cum on your stomach. it’s doyoung’s cum that’s all over your body, not his. “clean.. clean that?”

“i thought you wanted to be good?” you ask, placing a hand in his hair and pulling his head down to your stomach. “are you gonna be good or not?”

doyoung’s eyes widen at the situation before he grins. the thought of just how far haechan will go to please you crosses his mind again.

haechan’s face crumples as he sticks out his tongue, licking up the first drop of doyoung’s cum. it’s gross, humiliating, and the taste is strange, but he wants to be good. he looks up at you, tongue traveling across your stomach as he licks up the rest of the cum.

your breath hitches as you watch him and you bite your lip, keeping a hand in his hair.

haechan whimpers as he finally licks up the last drop, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. you yank him up by his hair and connect your lips in a heated kiss. he’s needy, already forgetting about the fact that he just licked doyoung’s cum from your body and thinking only about how he needs to fuck you.

his hands are all over your body, touching anywhere and everywhere after being deprived for so long. he whines against your lips, pulling away to catch his breath.

“please let me fuck you,” he begs, too desperate to think clearly anymore. “please, baby, need to fuck you.”

you shush him, wrapping a hand around his aching cock. “you think you deserve it?” you ask, slowly starting to stroke him. haechan whimpers, hips bucking into your hand. he nods, trying not to cum on the spot.

you turn your head to doyoung who’s sitting right next to you, “should i let him?”

doyoung looks haechan up and down, taking in his pathetic state, and decides to be nice. “let him fuck you. he listened good enough, i think.”

haechan feels relief wash over him at doyoung’s answer, silently thanking him in his head. “come on, please,” he begs you again, leaning down to kiss you on the corner of your mouth. haechan thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to fuck you in the next five seconds.

you let go of his cock, spreading your legs further. “fuck me, baby. show me how much you need me.”

haechan wastes no time, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance, bottoming out in one thrust. he feels tears well up in his eyes again at the feeling of your warm walls around his cock. “f-fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut. being inside you is almost too much.

your hole spasms around his cock, still sensitive from the way doyoung fucked you before. “i want you to cum, hyuckie. you deserve it, don’t you think?”

haechan nods and starts to frantically snap his hips against yours, fucking you like his life depends on it. his thrusts are sloppy with no rhythm, driven purely by want and the need to cum. all he can think about is how he needs to fill you up and show doyoung that he’s the only one who can do this.

you throw your head back with a moan, caging haechan in with your legs. “t-that’s it, baby,” you praise, “cum for me.”

haechan cries out as he feels your walls tighten around him again, hips stuttering. he thrusts in one more time before finally letting go, spilling his cum deep inside you. you pull him down for another kiss, moaning into his mouth.

you pull away, caressing his face. he flops down against you, cock going soft and slipping out. his glasses are gone too, lost somewhere in the sheets and left behind in a fit of desperation. you giggle when you notice this, wrapping your arms around him.

“thank you,” he mumbles, face dropping down to hide in your neck. he’s exhausted and currently rethinking his life choices.

doyoung clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose. “that was.. wow,” he says stupidly, looking between you two. he’s satisfied yet suddenly feeling like he’s intruding.

you giggle, running your fingers through haechan’s hair while you look at doyoung. “i almost want to say thank you for winning,” you teasingly say to him.

doyoung, suddenly shy, bites his lip and asks, “was it.. was it good? better than haechan, i mean?”

at this, haechan whips his head up, whining. “stop! that’s not–no! i’m never making another bet with you again after this, doyoung! this was the first and the last,” he grumbles, squinting at his study mate.

you and doyoung both laugh at his words. “i was kidding,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender. “i see why you two are together. you’re…” he pauses, flashbacks of everything replaying in his mind, “let’s just say you’re good for each other?” the laugh that follows is nervous, almost like he’s not sure how to explain.

haechan decides that he’s definitely opening up applications for a new study buddy after this.

a/n: umm.. hrts4doie first fic who else cheered!! i just want to say THAAANNNKKK YOU SOO MUCCHH to val aka @haetrack for coming up with this series with me and also helping me write parts of this!! im soooo excited to finally be posting this and completing the nerd!haechan series but i love nerd!doyoung so bad i just might write more of him. anyways i hope u guys enjoyed and lmk what u thought!!

tags: @haetrack @beidouvv

#haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #doyoung x reader #kim doyoung x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #lee haechan #sub!haechan #dom!doyoung #kim doyoung #nct dream #nct 127 #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haetrack

[thetypingpup]

Fucking haechan's face, fucking haechan's face while he's wearing glasses, the hem of your skirt bunched up around his face, his glasses fogging up but you can still see how dark and glassy his eyes have gotten. his hold on your thighs is so gentle despite you being anything but, grabbing his hair, shoving his face in deeper, bucking your hips against him while you grind on his mouth and his outstretched tongue. but he fucking loves it, feeling himself get harder and harder the rougher you're being with him, twitching in his pants with every sound you make.

by now, the metal of his watch has been warmed by the heat emanating from your pussy and radiating off your skin, pressed against your thigh with only a slight offsetting chill. by now a distinctly dark patch stains the front of his gray sweats, his thick cock tenting his pants obscenely, making it obvious just how turned on he is. he keeps going, keeps making you cum, keeps holding onto your thighs for balance as you crane his neck to give yourself a better angle. you ride the rippling waves of his diligent licks, letting the wet muscle of his tongue slip and slide through your folds, your clit bumping against his nose at the perfect pace. the little incessant whimpers he lets out against your core just have your clit pulsing with arousal, making you roll your hips down faster and harder. both of your hands tangle in his hair as you fuck his mouth, determined to get yourself off again.

by now your juices drip down his chin and slide down the side of his neck in clear rivulets, his glasses completely coated in condensation, but you keep going. both of you love when you get like this, completely relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, riding his face to your heart’s content. neither of you even care that you're in the back of the library, shielded only by looming shelves and a thin cover of shadows. the light still streams in from the window, still spotlights the fervently desperate look in his eyes as he holds onto your thighs, licking up the essence that drips from you and hoping he gets to feel you cum on his tongue again.

#sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!haechan #sub!nct #sub!nct haechan #nct smut #nct haechan smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 haechan smut #im having a haechan moment leave me be 🤧

[hxxchxn]

hyuck who acts like he’s in charge of you in front of his friends

hyuck who tells them “just how well he fucks you” and that you’re such a submissive little good girl. that he fucks you hard every night, acting like he can control you

hyuck who starts apologizing as soon as you drag him home

hyuck who’s moaning and whimpering as you drag him by his hair and tell him, “i know u don’t actually mean that do u?”

hyuck who immediately nods his head and tells you that nobody fucks him as good as you do.

hyuck who worries that you believe that you think he couldn’t dom you, but you just laugh because you know he’d give in to you right away

hyuck who’s the biggest bratty sub you’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck

#sub!haechan #sub!donghyuck #sub!nct #haechan smut #nct haechan #haechan #hxxchxn #donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #nct dream #nct smut #nct #nct 127

[fairyofjaeyun]

More sub!idol links please 🙏 (especially ncity ones!)

NCT NSFW LINKS !!

anal training and using a vibrator on xiaojun

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fingering and milking jeno

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punishing haechan by rough pegging him with a huge strap

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jaemin eating you out while you read a book

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teasing jaehyun’s cock until he’s made a mess in his pants with precum <3

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playing with doyoung’s vibrating plug while on a date and making him struggle to be quiet

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spanking johnny over your lap after he’s been a bad boy

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dressing and tying up hendery in a school girl outfit and making him hump the bed while wearing a buttplug and vibrator

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mark filming himself fucking into your strapon

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jaehyun humping the bed to show you how much he misses you

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yuta sucking and pleasuring your tits while you’re riding him

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treating renjun like your pretty sex doll

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milking jungwoo as you hold his leash

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#delivery {🍣} #sub!nct #sub!nctdream #sub!nct127 #sub!mark #sub!hendery #sub!jaemin #sub!johnny #sub!yuta #sub!jaehyun #sub!renjun #sub!jungwoo #sub!doyoung #sub!jeno #sub!xiaojun #sub!haechan #sub!idol #sub!kpop #nct hard hours

[andysorbit]

Break Me In (M)

bratty sub leaning switch!Hyuck x dom leaning switch fem!reader

Summary: Loving healthy relationship x Hyuck because I'm so soft for him tonight 🥹

Word Count: Idk like??? more than a hundred but definitely nowhere near a million 😗

Warnings: couples banter, chaotic lovey dovey foolishness, domestic? idk, anal play, anal penetration, handjob, overstimulation, begging, dacryphilia (really love that the word "cry" is snuggled up in there), spitting, face slapping, Hyuck is a sadistic lil shit but he's in love

Author's Note: @calibabii21 this is your fault @ddeonghwassimp... sir you threatened to slap me so I decided to slap you first hehe 🤓 @multifandomslxt I hope you saved room for seconds hehe 🤭

This is a comeback? Idk we'll see. As always, feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated and a deep thank you to those of you who do!

gives you the sweetest gazes like just desert oasis serenity type sweet he's in love!!

"I have an ache... in a very particular spot and only a kiss will fix it."

"Dude, you're wording."

"Kiss the boo-boo my on my lip, geez."

he's shown you evil in its truest form aka he's completely comfortable with you now and is unhinged 25/8

if I got stung by a jellyfish, would you piss on me to save my life?"

"You wouldn't die though?"

"Okay well let's say it was deadly, would you piss on me?"

"This is a trick question. if I say 'yes' you'll accuse me of having a piss kink then proceed to kink shame me. if I say 'no' then you'll say I'm your biggest hater and I'd love watching you die."

"if a rattlesnake bit my dick would you suck the venom out to save my life?"

"Yes, of course"

"come show me how you'd do it"

proceeds to face fuck you very lovingly

he likes domming you almost as much as he likes subbing for you

"Please, Goddess! Oh fuck- please!"

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"Use me... please."

Finally you're both just unhinged 25/8 together

"I am just a hole ma'am."

"You're finally gonna let me use my toy on you?"

Hyuckie nods slowly, "Be gentle. It's my first time."

You laugh and lean down to kiss him, "Shut up."

Hyuck's confidence wavers for a second, "No, I'm serious. I've never done this before and I'm nervous so be nice to me," he says, eyes searching yours for reassurance. You touch his face and he leans into your touch.

"The woman was too stunned to speak," Hyuck chuckles softly, "Yes, there are things even I haven't tried."

You smile at him, "And that's okay, Hyuckie. Don't worry, I'm not revoking your whore badge." Hyuck clutches his chest, "Oh thank God. I'm nothing without my whore badge."

You both laugh and Hyuck shifts to roll over onto his side, "I did something... to make your job easier because I'm a good boy and I exist only to please you."

"Bullshit," You say with a snort, "Whatever you did was because you just wanna be fucked sooner. I'm not letting you keep that whore badge for nothing."

"Yes, I did this for us but... you were on my mind while I was doing it... the whole time."

"Doing what?"

Hyuck shifts himself onto his knees with his face down and his ass up, "Shut up and find out. I did my waiting..."

"Twelve years of it!... In Azkaban!" You both say in unison. Hyuck gives you a soft and giddy laugh and you slap his clothed ass which make him whine.

"Love you, Goddess."

You slowly pull down his pajama bottoms, "Love you too, pretty boy," You say, pressing a kiss to the heated skin of his exposed lower back. Easing back to have a look at his ass, you hum softy and spread his cheeks.

"Such a pretty plug, Hyuckie," You tell him.

"Oh, so I'm face down, ass up and you're gonna compliment the fucking plug? Like I'm the accessory? Tell me I have a pretty asshole you bitch I waxed it for you! Okay?!" Hyuck yells peevishly as he wiggles his ass at you.

You land a slap to one cheek then the other, "Who the fuck are you talking to like that?" You ask him shortly and he giggles like the audacious whore that he is- the part of himself that he couldn't hide even if he had the strength of a million galaxies.

"Can you tell me I have a pretty asshole? Please? My bussy has been through a lot," he chortles.

"If you say 'bussy' one more time, I'm pulling your pants back up and I'm letting myself out. Okay?" You threaten him as you fight back laughter.

"Yes, pretty mama... I'll be a good boy now... I am dying for the compliment though... I've been so excited to show you," he whispers shyly. You touch the pink gem on the end of the plug and smile.

"I can't really see how pretty your asshole looks with this plug in the way. I'm gonna take it out, okay?" You say slowly.

Hyuck gasps and wriggles desperately, "Yes, fuck- yeah... please, mommy... please."

You slowly pull the plug out as he whines wantonly and clenches around the plug as you continue easing it out of him. Once it's out, you toss it aside and watch his hole clench needily in an attempt to feel something again.

"This is such a pretty hole, Hyuckie, did you pretty yourself up for me?" You ask him warmly. You bring a finger up to trace the loosened ring of muscle and he moans louder and more feverishly. You can hear his clarity slipping away with each frantic moan and you know that you've got him right where you want him.

"Yeah, mommy... yeah... wanted you to have... a pretty hole to play with and fuck... wanna be... your fuck hole... Just... a hole for you. Break me in. Please, mommy, break me in," he pleads softly, breath barely staying in his lungs long enough for him to say it all in one go. You spit on his hole and he whines desperately, wincing as your finger circles the clenching ring of muscle before pushing into him.

"Mommy, fuck me... oh God, I- use the toy please... Wanna be stuffed so bad... need you to fill me up... I'm- I- Fuck!" he sobs. You reach for the lube with your free hand and pop the cap open. He sniffles softly as he waits.

"Hyuckie, are you crying?" You ask incredulously as you shift yourself to look at him.

"Yeah and it'd be a shame if you decided to play on my vulnerability by humiliating me and insulting my masculinity," he shoots back with a wavering voice.

You slick up his hole and press a kiss to his lower back, "So you're one of those little perverts who gets off on being degraded? Really, Hyuck? That's so on brand for you."

"Okay and when I said that after you asked me to pinch your nose while I was fucking your throat, you wanted to be a crybaby about it."

You shove him over onto his sidd, "I'm playing along, numbnuts," You reply slowly, forcing him onto his back and reaching for your toy.

"Okay and I'm a very fragile boy!"

"You initiated the degradation!"

"Bitch, what does A have to do with B? God, this woman is a- would you just fuck me already?"

Hyuck bursts out laughing and covers his eyes with his arms. You you join in, "Just realized my point, Hyuckie?" You ask him smugly as you coat the dildo with lube. He nods, arms still thrown over his face.

You take this opportunity to get Hyuck out of his own head, "Took you so long to understand that, Hyuckie... Why are you so stupid?" You stare at Hyuck's cock as it lays thick and heavy against his lower stomach, twitching and leaking. You bring a slicked hand out to stroke him slowly.

"If you're gonna call me stupid, say it like you mean it," he says as he moves his arms down and his eyes immediately find yours.

You both stare each other down and Hyuck's wild eyes are all the proof you need that he's anticipating your next move.

"I was supposed to hit you, wasn't I?" You ask him with a bored expression.

"Uh huh... lick your hand before you do it though. I saw this guy do it in a video once and I thought it was so fuckin' hot," he breathes as his cheeks burn red.

You cackle, "You mean the video of that dude in the fucking diner?"

"Does it matter?" Hyuck yells impatiently.

"Yes!" You laugh wildly, head falling back.

"Okay fine yeah that video- he's fucking hot so laugh all you want. I'm not the only person who wants him. One thing about that guy? He's making a lot of people learn something new about themselves. I know I did. He's changing lives," Hyuck scoffs, hips bucking as you keep stroking him

You love this flow with him, how easy it is to be alive with him and to be bonded as best friends and lovers.

"You're right," You giggle.

"Fuck... I may tell a joke but I'll never... tell a lie," he pants.

"All you do is lie," You scoff.

"And all you do is edge me- would you just lick your fucking hand and slap me already? I'm fucking gasping for it, oh my God," Hyuck rambles needily.

You lick your hand from your lower palm all the way up to your finger tips then slap Hyuck across his cheek. His cock twitches in your hand as you keep jerking him off, "Harder," he whispers stupidly, "Lick your hand again and then do it again harder... please."

Hyuck's pupils are blown and the dear-in-headlights expression on his pretty face almost melts you.

You lick your hand again and draw back before slapping Hyuck a little harder.

"Harder, mommy... please," he whines.

"Harder? Hyuck, are you sure?"

"Am I your bitch?"

"Yeah, you are."

"Then fucking hit me like I am. Hit me so hard that I never forget who owns me," Hyuck begs as hid hips gyrate in rhythm with your hand. You lick your hand once more and draw back, this time slapping Hyuck's cheek so hard that he cums with a whine. His cheek glows redder with each passing second and he smiles.

"You came already... fucking pathetic. I hope your ass is more fun than your cock... such a shame how pretty your cock is since you don't use it very well," You say with mock boredom, eyes trained on Hyuck's as you slowly push the toy into his needy hole.

"Mommy... mommy, fuck! Fuck me... oh God, yes," he groans desperately, hands coming up to push his hair away from his teary eyes. The sounds of you fucking the toy into his ass mixed with his whining is a beautiful song and you watch him writhe as you continue your attack on his ass.

"Love it, mommy..."

"Love what?"

"Love having my ass full... Always wanted to... feel your toy in my ass... Take it... please," he whimpers as you speed up a little.

You smile as you watch him fall apart as he fights to keep a second orgasm at bay, "You're a cock slut, Hyuckie?"

"Mhm... yeah... love being stuffed with cock... so fucking good. Break me, Goddess... Wanna think about you every time I sit down," he cries out, tears spilling down the sides of his face, "Want you to break me."

You bury the toy up to the hilt inside him and he screams. He sounds like such a whore and you love that.

"Goddess, I- ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyG- shit! Ah, ah, shit! Goddess, please!" he screams as one hand comes up to fist at his hair and the other circles around his own neck.

"Are you choking yourself right now?" You ask as you try so hard to shame him for his desperation but it's so hot and you struggle to keep your composure.

"You don't... you... fuck, d- you could never have enough hands to do everything I want... Never," Hyuck strains as he tightens his hand around his throat.

You look down at the way the dildo stretches him then you look back at the enraptured expression on his face, "You sound like such a fucking whore."

He moans uncontrollably, "I am! Oh fuck! I am, I am, I am... I- I- oh, fuck me harder... please... please, mommy."

You give him exactly what he wants and he cries out again.

"Say it then, Hyuckie," You egg him on, "Tell me you're a whore."

Hyuck heaves as your hand stills around his cock and you admire how the tip of cock is a deeper shade of red on his flushed cheeks.

"M'a whore... I'm a... oh my God," he pants; you begin stroking him again and he whines, "Feels so fucking good... love being mommy's whore... M'just a hole for you, mommy. Just a hole."

You watch him tighten the grip around his neck a little more before spilling a very broken moan past his puffy lips, "Such a good little boy, Hyuckie," You praise him softly; your eyes finding his.

A chill tears through his body, "Yeah? M'a good boy?" he asks as more tears slide down the side of his head, pride shining through in his teary eyes.

"The best... the best boy with the prettiest cock."

"Wha- what about my ass?"

You laugh, "You want me to tell you how much I love your ass?"

"Please, mommy."

You smile, "This ass... hm... what can I say about it, Hyuckie? It's just so perfect," You hum as you fuck the toy into him even harder. He cries when you hit his prostate, "M- m- mommy!"

"You have the prettiest ass with the prettiest hole. It was made for this, baby. Made to be fucked and stretched and... y'know what? Face down, ass up. Right now, move," You order him.

He sits up shakily and when he does, you move closer to him and he shivers again. Gripping him by the hair at the back of his head, you drag your tongue over his lips, past the corner of his mouth, up his cheek, and across his cheekbone.

"You're so fucking hot," he breathes dreamily, eyes twinkling with adoration.

You tug his hair to pull his head back, "Tongue out."

Hyuckie holds his tongue out with a whiney "ah" and you spit on his tongue. He swallows it and holds his tongue back out for more. You indulge him and he hums greedily as he swallows again. You use his hair to pull him up to his knees, "Face down, ass up."

Hyuckie positions himself with his ass in the air and his face pressed left side down on the mattress. He swallows and you watch his asshole clench.

You decide to indulge him once more and you slap his ass harshly.

"Thank you, Goddess..." he whimpers.

You smile again and get back to fucking into him, hitting his prostate relentlessly. He cries softly and grips at the sheets, soft sobs ripping through his body as he takes each collision with unwavering determination.

"You like how I'm fucking you, baby?" You ask him playfully.

"Y- ye- y- mm- mmm... yes, Go-ddess," he groans wantonly, hands clenching and unclenching fistfulls of sheets. You rest a hand against the damp skin of his lower back and steady him. Speeding up, you pull a scream so helpless and pathetic out of him that you come to a halt in fear that you've gone too far.

"I- I- please! I'll die! I'll fucking die, Y/n, please don't stop- I'll die," he pleads. You chuckle and give him what he needs.

He thrashes and groans brokenly, body too overstimulated to be coordinated and you just keep letting him have it.

"Gonna cum... gonna cum..." he whimpers as his body threatens to fall over but he holds on and lets you have your way with him.

"I'm aiming for three tonight so be my guest," You coo at him as your free hand reaches down to softly fondle his balls.

"Why not just make it an even four?" he says slowly; slivers of his petulance shining through even in the befuddled state he's in.

"Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash, Donghyuck."

Hyuckie chuckles weakly, "I think I've proven just how much my ass can take... Do your worst."

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[femdomlieeh]

Pink Blush (m)

First time Sub!Haechan ✧ Secretly Dom!Reader

WC—1.8 k

THEMES—new relationship ✧ nsfw fluff (?) ✧ borderline smut

WARNING—punishment ✧ teasing (m!g) ✧ masturbation (m) ✧ use of handcuffs & strap on ✧ praise ✧ light degradation ✧ pet names "mommy", "channie", "bad boy"✧ mentions of gender stereotypes (ew), safe words & (future) pegging

NOW PLAYING—Tattoo ✧ Loreen

[A/N.] old xiumin (exo) version

When this post gets 100 votes I’ll publish a stray kids group reaction chapter👍

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"Come on~! Show me~!" Haechan whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.

Like all the previous times, you answered no.

Yesterday your boyfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (You had left a wattpad tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross), and, although that should've been something positive, you didn't want him to know.

On a daily basis, he already got critique for being younger (looking younger) than his partner, and being too 'feminine' and 'cutesy' – so, to want him to submit to you and make him match other people's perception of him was selfish and thus something you refused to do.

The theory of genders having specific power roles was something you'd always been opposed to, as you do not believe a gender determines a level of power. Truthfully, you couldn't care less if your boyfriend wanted to break gender stereotypes or not — damn, he could wear 'girly' clothes and/or put make up on if he wanted to — but you did care about what he thought of himself.

He didn't like it when people commented on how much younger he looked than he was. He didn't like it when people described him as feminine instead of masculine. He didn't like it when people [excluding you and some of his friends] called him cute. He didn't think that having any of those characteristics was wrong; he just didn't want people to call him those things.

"Please?" He attempted to lure you in with his gleaming puppy eyes – which usually worked – but that method didn't work this time around, because the great amount of vexation he had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to his cuteness.

"No, I don't want to hurt you," you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn't already seen, so your boyfriend could give up his dumb quest. It was a little confusing why he wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how he felt about being belittled by others.

"I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves," he argued, making a valid point since you had said those words from the start of your relationship.

"But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other," you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.

Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Haechan wanted to be more comfortable as he knew this conversation would be long. Chewing on the strings of his pink hoodie, he looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them – everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.

Then a bulb lit above his head.

"But what if I like it when you hurt me?"

You turned your head to his side. There it was. Exactly what he wanted to see. An expression on your face that told him that if he continued this route, he would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, he wanted to find out.

"I'm leaving," you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended. You had to leave, because Haechan was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since he had found out about the femdom part of you.

His face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy with separation anxiety, scared of its owner leaving. This was not the reaction he had tried to get from you. He stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as he saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, he felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship?

"Why are you packing?" he asked, scared of your answer.

"I'm going to Irene's. I can't stay with you when you're making me crazy like this." What you said was true; you were sure he'd crack your patience and make you go full sadist on him if you stayed in the same room as him for another minute – or even worse: another hour or whole night.

He felt relieved that you weren't breaking up with him over a silly argument, but he still didn't want you to stay over at your friend's when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.

"Stay with me," he pleaded lowly, sensing he didn't have many other options than pleading and hoping it'd be persuasive enough for you to stay with him.

"We need a night without each to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?" you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and heading to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.

When Haechan didn't talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why he was being quiet and not protesting some more like he usually would. He was looking you in the eyes as he pulled the hoodie off his torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, he pulled down his pants, making sure he did it slowly enough to send you signals that he wasn't planning on putting on his PJs.

As he stood in only his boxers in front of you, a new bulb lit up above his head – and this one was even brighter than the last one – maybe he did have more options than to plead and strip.

With a smirk he sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You were speechless when he had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that just speaking to him disrespectfully had turned him on.

The moment he started touching his cock and moaning like a bitch, you realized that he had purposely been naughty so you could punish him. He had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because he wanted this; he wanted to be punished.

So, you decided to do it.

You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you'd kept secret from Haechan. He looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still stroking his cock rudely. Damn, he hoped you were doing something femdom related.

"Safeword?" you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight.

"Sun," he answered, smiling at the victory; he was going to get fucked literally.

"I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty boy."

"Yes, Mommy," he said oh so naturally.

You looked back at him after he said the last word, watching him lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. He seemed experienced or like he'd had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, no stutter, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on him.

"Naughty boys don't deserve to touch Mommy," you turned to him with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. He blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did he seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when he'd riled you up like this?

How cute.

Walking slowly to him, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside his legs and startled him a bit at the suddenness of the action. He had teased you, and you wanted to make sure he'd feel teased as well – and what better way to do that than to use one of his biggest weaknesses against him? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra – a pink one. He had always liked that color – though he denied it since it wasn't manly to like pink.

You climbed on top of his body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. He was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above his, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although he liked the bra, he would've loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.

"Hold your arms up for me, Channie," you ordered, to which he listened to instantly. He held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff him to it. But he was wrong. You didn't want him to predict his punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even his fantasy could come close to.

Instead of cuffing his wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to nothing, but it was the opposite; restraining him to air meant that he still could choose to disobey you further by bringing his arms down. "You're going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it'll add to your punishment, understood?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Oh, don't act like a good boy all of a sudden. You're getting punished for a reason, Haechannie," you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether he tried to or not.

"But I am a good boy," he pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.

"Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you're a bad boy," you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. He continued pouting, until he saw the object you took out: a strap on. After removing your pants, you put the fake dick on and adjusted it to your hips.

The strap wasn't bigger than the average dick as you didn't know how used he was to having dildos shoved up his ass – and even though you wanted to hurt him, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with him. He was your squishy Haechannie after all.

"You ready, Channie?" you asked as you crawled back to him, searching his face for any uncertainty. His big eyes and toothy smile hinted at him anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure he was OK with being pegged.

He nodded quickly, "Yes, Mommy, I'm always ready for you."

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❝ Violins playin' and the angels cryin'

When the stars align, then I'll be there

No, I don't care about them all

'Cause all I want is to be loved

And all I care about is you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

No, I don't care about the pain

I'll walk through fire and through rain

Just to get closer to you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo ❞

—lorine zineb noka talhaoui; 2023

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[calibabii21]

|| i never thought || l.hc

pairing: sub!haechan x dom!reader

genre: smut, non-idol au, friends to lovers, Christmas bet

warning(s): bratty sub!haechan, reader learns she has a dominant side, reader is kind of a sadist, both haechan and reader are masochists, overstimulation (m), dirty talk, sexual threats and innuendos, haechan may let "mommy" slip..several times, bdsm club

wc: 2.7k

a/n: suuuuch an honor to be a part of this collab with @jenoslutie this is for you boo💋. thank you so much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy😭 proofread?? not sure💀 mdni

"Come on pleeeease," yet again your friend was begging for the impossible. "That's not even the type of person I am! Not to mention I have to go shopping for Re- my Secret Santa.” Thankfully you caught yourself, “Besides, what could you possibly gain from this?" Funnily enough, that's all it took to quiet him. "N-Nothing," his flustered stutter and sheepish eye contact avoidance were a dead giveaway.

You couldn't help but give in to the cuteness, "Fine. but only if you don't leave my side" His eyes immediately brighten and he's on you with cheek kisses, "thank you thank you thank you– I would never abandon you at a place like that." His seriousness is endearing and you very much appreciate the sincerity in his tone. “Thank you Pookie.”

A twinkle flashes through his eyes at the pet name but he only smiles at you and agrees to give you time to get dressed seeing as he asked you to accompany him on such short notice.

About 45 minutes later you’re walking through the front entrance of the club he begged you to accompany him to. You look around the packed out place, taking in the world of kink you are freshly experiencing first-hand. “Wow.” Haechan turns to you, securing a rose gold wrist cuff, matching his, around your own. 

“What is this for?” He gives you a sheepish look, seeming rather nervous now that you study his expression. “Hey, what’s wrong Pookie?” His tense stature relaxes and he allows himself to melt into your palm resting on his cheek. “Well aren’t you two a lovely pair,” someone comments as they pass by, “You’ve got a good, old-fashioned brat on your hands.” You understand the terms, and the bashful look on Haechan’s face stirs something in you.

A smirk finds its way to your lips, “You think so?” your eyes stay trained on Hyuck’s face as you speak, “But he’s always so good for me. And he treats me so well, don’t you baby boy?” The fake pout with a doe-like gaze you give him as you stroke his chin causes a submissive glaze to film over his eyes and a yearning whimper to leave him. 

When you turn your back to him, he unconsciously moves his body into your space, “If you’ll excuse us, we’d like to get to the rest of our evening.” Haechan attaches a hand to your hip, guiding you away as you smile at the stranger. “You’re..handling yourself better than I expected.” His tone is full of satisfaction and pride, which in turn makes you roll your shoulders back and walk in pure confidence- naturally boosting his ego.

“You make it so easy Pookie.” His returning blush as you playfully pinch his butt makes you giggle. “You’re being awfully cute..” And quiet. Despite his unfamiliar behavior, you allow him to continue leading the way. 

The chains and leather oddly complement the various Christmas themed rooms you pass. Maybe not something you’d have done yourself, but it works. Haechan squeezes your hand to get your attention, “We’re here.” You look up with a soft gasp and wide eyes, “Oh.” Definitely not something you were prepped for.

Here was a platform stage with a submissive straddling a metal chair. Arms bound to the top of the arch, ankles to the legs, nipples flush against the back- and cock between the bars. Seeing as you have goosebumps from simply walking through the establishment, you can only imagine how cold the half naked sub must be. Though their shivers could just be from the anticipation of their dom circling them.

Your eyes drift over to Haechan when his breath hitches as the submissive’s eyes are covered with a sleek blindfold. His responses are intriguingly physical. He isn’t the one being touched or tied up, yet his breathing is shaky and he’s sweating a bit. If you’re honest, it even has you heating up yourself. 

The moment the dom ghosts their fingers over the sub’s semi erect cock is when you decide to maneuver behind Haechan. Your hands lightly reston his waist causing him to jump, startled. “It’s okay, it’s just me.” “Hyuck..I want you to keep your eyes on the stage, okay?” Your voice is soft as it reaches the back of his ear, “Just, stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” He immediately nods- almost in an eager manner.

A shocked yelp leaves the sub, quickly followed by a moan as they feel the contradicting warmth of their top’s breath on their chilled nipples. “Are you sensitive here too, Baby Boy?” It’s a rhetorical question but his whimpers as you brush your thumbs over his nipples through his shirt is answer enough. “Oh, you’re a vocal little thing aren’t you, Pookie?” 

You continue toying with his nipples as your right hand drifts down his front, a sound of approval leaving you, “Sensitive too.” The subs loud moans drown out the whimpers and whines Haechan releases as you fondle him through his clothes. “Please.” His pleading simultaneous with the ones coming from the stage. “What are you asking for?”

He says nothing, enraptured by the scene of the sub’s painfully hard cock being edged between the cold, hard bar of the chair and the domme’s warm, soft palm. Pinching his nipple you get a louder moan as well as his attention, “If you can’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.” He only whines, his knees becoming wobbly, “Please, touch me p-properly.”

You take your hands off of him and put space between you, “If you can find a private enough space, I’ll even let you cum.” That seemed to kick him into overdrive and he grabs your hand guiding directly to a private room with red carpeting and furniture. His only instruction is to sit as you point toward the lounge seat. “That was awfully fast. Now I wonder if it’s even worth a reward.”

You’re quiet as you slowly pace back and forth, thinking to yourself about this night. It all seems a little too calculated. You pause in front of him, more like you’re looming over him in your heels. You watch his eyes trail from the points of your shoes all the way up to meeting your eyes- and it’s easy to tell that his immediate response would have been to whimper, but he senses you waiting for any wrong move.

“Why did you bring me here?” Nothing. You get absolutely nothing but a diversion of eyes. His squirms increase under your scrutiny. “Haechan. I will touch you until this club closes and ruin your ability to cum for yourself or anyone else if you do not answer me. What. is going. on?” There’s only a mumble you don’t understand before he goes back to feigning innocence.

Fine. You opt for trying an approach he would be receptive of. Wordlessly, you remove his pants, giggling to yourself at his Christmas themed g-string. “Shut up” he mumbles sassily, which for some reason irked you more than it usually would. The sharp sting of his underwear elastic snapping against his skin has him both hissing and staring at you with needy eyes.

You maintain his eye contact, his own widening as your face gets closer to his when you straddle his lap- the fluffy trim of your sexy Mrs. Claus costume tickling his midsection. “If you don’t want to willingly tell me, I’ll get it out of you another way.” His eyes glow with amusement and desire as you glide your fingers beneath his waistband, “You can try all you want but I’m not giving i- mmm.” 

That quickly shut him up, you again, giggle to yourself. “You act all big and bad but you’re so weak to pleasure your inner slut can’t help but submit. Even if it’s from your best friend, hm?”  He bites his lip to hold his sounds back, but his chest is already heaving as if he’s close.

“Surely Mr. ‘Won’t-give-in’ isn't close already.” Your taunting seems to only spur him closer to climax. “You better not cum Donghyuck or so help me Go-” His head is thrown back, hips thrusting into your hand to fully ride out his orgasm, essentially sending your own body up with them- completely drowning out your words. Whimpering and whining as your hand applies pressure to his now sensitive dick.

He attempts to continue thrusting until your hand comes up to grip his face, body stilling save for the shiver that passes over him at the strong look in your eyes, “If you don’t stop fucking playing with me I will restrain you, tie a vibrator to your dick, stick one in your ass, and walk right out of that door.” Your threats seem to have the opposite effect as you feel him growing harder in your hand again.

Chuckles of disbelief leave you as you begin laughing hysterically, even that has his erection rising further. “My God.” Your faces are close, eyes searching his as your hand begins to move at a slow, steady pace. “You really are a perv aren’t you?” He whines loudly and looks at you pleadingly. “Lucky for you, so am I. Know that I intend to keep my word of ruining you for anyone else.” 

Your hand does a 180, now jerking at a speed too incredible for him to keep up with, “That was your plan with me, wasn’t it?” In the middle of his second orgasm, his expression is one of shock at your words. “Fuuuuuck mommy- please please.” Your body heats up at the title and it honestly makes you feel even more powerful. His body is writhing and twitching beneath you as you don’t let up on stroking him. “If you give me one more, maybe I’ll think about stopping.”

“No no no no,” you aren’t too sure what he’s pleading about, but no way are you stopping now. “The club will be shutting down in about five minutes.” Right as you yell “Coming!” in response to the rough knock on the door, Haechan does the same but for completely different reasons. His hands grip your waist when you stop, his face still asking for more. “We have to go now Pookie, but I’ll take care of you when we get home.” 

He assists you in cleaning up as you help redress, “You may have been a bit of a brat, but you were still a good boy for me. As a result, I'll let you decide what happens when we get home.” His eyes light up and his confidence immediately resurfaces, “Just know it’s my turn to ruin you for everyone.” 

“Hyuck- wait slow dow-” you cut off your sentence with a gasp as you realize you slapped his face with a heavier hand than intended. There’s a moment of silence as you both process what just happened before he’s further backing you into your apartment- lips excitedly attacking your neck. “God you are so sexy.”

You get over your shock, your seductive chuckle reddening his ears, “What a pain slut you’ve turned out to be.” That only makes his hips rut against you as he licks your neck, not separating from you to gauge the direction of your bedroom. “Wait the bedroom’s that way.” He continues feeling you up beneath your costume, “Fuck the bedroom, you’re taking me right here.”

He bends you over the couch, slapping and groping your ass. “Who gave you permission to out-sexy my sexiest thoughts of you.” Your hips grind back on him as he presses his bulge firmly against your core, “How perverted can you be to get this hard over your best friend.” He begins softly rocking, thrusting his hips against yours, “And how greedy does your pussy have to be to grind on my clothed dick like a neglected whore.”

You don’t know why, but his words ignite deep arousal within you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.” He wordlessly pulls himself out of his tight confines and teases his head against your soft thong, “By the feel of your holes clenching through your panties, you wouldn’t even be patient enough for me to prep you.”

“What’s prep when you’re made for me.” You try to contain your laughter as your teasing words make his movements stutter. In the end a sharp slap is landed on your exposed ass with a gritted mutter, “Don’t go putting hopeful thoughts in my head.” Before you can decide whether to continue teasing him or reassure him, he’s easing into you with a stretch so delicious your first moan is drug out.

You’d expect his thrusts to be rapid and shallow with how desperate he’d been to be inside you, but it was the complete opposite. “Paced and deep, just the way you like it right?” His strokes really were perfect. Hips connecting with yours with the right amount of force. One hand caressing your skin while the other unexpectedly spreads your wetness around your unoccupied hole.

His hips come to a sudden stop as he leans over your back. “I-I want you to ride me.” Even through his effort to top you, you can feel that you still have the power. “Okay daddy, come sit.” You patiently wait during his awkward fumbling to circle the couch, but once you sink onto him you both moan in unison. “I must be doing my job with the way you’re squeezing around me. Am I making you feel good?” 

“Mmhm, you’re doing such a good job baby.” His head is thrown back as he “guides” your ass to slam back down to meet his thrusts halfway. “I told you I was going to ruin you f-for everyone.” You take that opportunity to lay him flat on the couch, your hands using his chest for support, “It feels so good being stretched by you Hyuck.” 

You lean forward now allowing your ass to fully bounce on him faster. “Fuck baby you take my cock so well. Who’s my good girl? Huh?” The second he asks, one of your hands reach forward and caresses his face as you keep bouncing, “It’s you isn’t it? You’re my good boy?” You seal it with a tender yet erotic kiss on his lips and he’s instantly whimpering and tightly gripping your flesh.

“I-I’m close.” But you ignore him and his attempts to thrust up into you as you continue controlling the pace, opting to switch to a slow whining of your hips. “P-Please, mommy. Mommy can I please cum?” A pleasant shudder passes through you at the besotted, fucked out expression he gives you as he begs, “Please PLEASE can I cum? Can I cum inside, please? Mommy I’m so close, please.” 

His begs become more adamant and panicked as you clench around him with each circle of your hips, your own climax approaching. “You want to cum baby?” He immediately nods eagerly with hopeful eyes as his hands fervidly touch and grasp every inch of your body, “Please.” His whispered plea seems to be enough to satisfy you, “Can you be a good boy and fill me up?”

“Yes yes yes mommy, I can be a good boy. I’m your good boy.” His moans and cries are anything but quiet as he releases ropes of heat inside of you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder when your orgasm creeps through you as you grind harder onto him, “Oh Fuuuucck. Shit, yes Hyuck.”

There is a flurry of soft moans and breathing as you both come down from your high. Haechan looks at you enamored. “You are so..beautiful.” The compliment caught you off guard, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes you smile at him, “Thank you, Pookie. You are too. Truly.” You plant one last kiss on his lips before getting off of him to move to your bathroom.

He lets out a startling hoot and laughs in a victorious tone causing you to stop and face him. “The hell is so funny?” He turns to you with a cutely smug smirk, “I won.” You  look at him incredulously, “Won?”

Now redressed, he approaches you with an air of arrogance, stopping in front of you, “I hit first. So I. won.”

You let his words sink in with silence before smirking at him, “Just remember I’m the one you call ‘mommy’.”

A blush brushes his features at your words as you walk off, “You’re my bitch now.”

tagging:

@thesafecafe

@atinystaypixie

@neoculturecollectives

@multifandomslxt

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@lovncts

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[submissivekpop]

pleeeease do more hyuck + mark sub, this time giving pleasure to their dom 💓💓

Bruised knees and honey lips. - mark lee & lee donghyuck

Requested: yes.

Words: 1167

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), threesome, dom!Reader, sub! Haechan, sub!Mark

A/N: Me? Reappearing once every blue moon to post a fic? More likely than you think. Enjoy!

Pretty boys belong on their knees.

That's what you always say, and what they always agree with. No matter what, you can always be sure they're going to kneel for you.

Today isn't any different.

Mark is the first one to do that, falling down on his knees as soon as you step closer to him. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes, and your heart skips a beat. No one should be allowed to look like that, not even your Mark.

You caress his face, watching in content as he nuzzles into your hand. 

Haechan, sitting on the edge of the bed, stares quietly at you. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, almost burning. You wonder if that's how they feel, when you're the one looking at them.

"I've missed you."

His tone, soft and warm, makes you smile.

"I've missed you too." you reply. "Both of you."

You know those words are enough to make Haechan feel included, despite the fact that you seem not to be paying him any attention. Honestly, it's quite the opposite: you're perfectly aware of his every move, every shift in his expressions. You're just not looking at him.

"I'm gonna need something from you." you state, and you notice their ears perk up. "Think you can make me feel good?"

Mark nods enthusiastically before you're even done talking, while Haechan doesn't reply. You know exactly what he wants, but you're not willing to give it to him. Not yet.

"May I?" Mark gestures to your jeans, ready to take them off.

As you nod, he unbuttons them, and slowly helps you to get undressed. He'd take off your shirt as well, but he leaves that to Haechan - if he decides to join you, that's it.

He kisses your inner thighs, drunk on the pretty sounds coming out of your mind. If he could, he'd record every single one of them, and then he'd play them on repeat. Hooking one finger over the band of your panties, he pulls them down, but before he can do anything else, you move away. 

You make your way to the bed, sitting right next to Haechan - who's still staring at you, definitely enjoying the sight before his eyes, as you can tell by the tent in his pants. You spread your legs, motioning for Mark to get closer, and he follows suit.

You watch him take in the view, licking his lips as if he was already tasting you. Sitting on his heels, hands resting on his thighs, you know he's waiting for your approval. 

How obedient. It makes you wanna tease him.

"Stick out your tongue." you command, and he does.

He watches as you spread your folds, coating your fingers in your juices - obscene moans leaving your mouth -  and then bring them close to his face.

"Lick."

He's eager, and that drives you insane. He cleans your fingers perfectly, as if he were tasting the most delicious meal ever. Truth be told, he does think you're the closest thing to ambrosia that ever existed. If he were a god, that would be the only thing he feasted on.

Still, he's patiently waiting for you to tell him that he can put his mouth on you. And who are you to deny him such pleasure?

His tongue his warm, drawing circles and eight-figures on your sex, causing you to loudly moan as he does so. You watch him intently, fighting the urge to just lie on your back and enjoy it. You meet his gaze, eyes glossy and almost teary: it leaves you speechless.

Your hand flies to his head, pulling his hair, desperately trying to pull him even closer than he already is. The other one grabs Haechan's thigh, hard enough to leave bruises - you'll have to check the next morning. 

Turning your attention to the boy sitting next to you, you smile. He's way more aroused than you imagined, and that plays in your favour. 

"Join us?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

He nods almost immediately, eager to take part in your sinful play.

"Take off my shirt."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons it as quickly as he can - and you're almost sure you see a button flying somewhere, but you don't pay it too much attention - and hastily removes your top. You have to let go of Mark's hair for a moment, and he whines at the loss. 

Then, not really caring about your demands, Haechan removes your bra as well, and his hands immediately cup your breasts, fondling and pinching as much as he likes. You think about reprimanding him, but choose to let it go. After all, you're enjoying this, and he knows.

You expose your neck to him, knowing that deep inside, he's dying to kiss any and every part of your body. Soon enough, his soft lips are on your chest, kissing and licking any inch of skin as he moves to your neck. He bites down, lightly enough not to leave a mark, but enough for you to feel it.

Between Haechan's hot kisses and Mark's tongue, you know it won't be long before you cum. You keep on praising them, all of your words eliciting moans and pleased hums in response. Then, feeling your high get closer and closer, you grab Mark's hair, keeping him in place as you shamelessly ride his face. Haechan doesn't stop his doing, but you notice his shift in attention, now focused on the older boy.

The lewd words he's whispering make Mark blush, up to the tip of his ears. You love this dynamic. You love how he manages to be stern and commanding to the other boy, while completely submitting to you - in his own way, of course.

You whisper praise to both boys, telling them how good they're being, how happy they make you, how close you are because of them, and then, before finishing your last sentence you cum. Mark moans, sending vibrations to your core. It's almost too much.

You watch him lap every drop of your juices, eager and greedy. Then, unprompted, Haechan joins him. He kneels in front of you, trying to make his way to your dripping folds, begging for Mark to please, please, allow him to have a taste. Mark, being the nice boy you both know he is, moves slightly to the side, giving the younger one enough space to join him.

That view alone would be enough to send you over the edge again, and indeed, overwhelmed by the feeling of both their tongues and lips, you cum once again.

Panting, you move their heads away from your core, and lie down on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you think the boys, praising them once again.

None of them speak, but you know you're all thinking the same thing.

They deserve a reward, and you're more than willing to give them one.

#nct imagines #nct smut #dom!reader #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #mark lee imagines #mark lee smut #haechan #haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #sub!mark #sub!haechan

[yunoclips]

Nerd!Haechan who doesn’t even think twice when you ask him to help you with your college course work. He already became slightly obsessed with you when you first came to campus. Tits all perky walking around oblivious to your surroundings. He was eager to talk to you but he doesn’t know how to speak to beautiful lady’s.

Nerd!Haechan who watches your every move. He watches as you always take out a small bottle of perfume everyday , spraying it on yourself. He loves how you smell. One day when you weren’t looking he snuck into your bag and grabbed out the bottle. Not to spray it on himself , but instead spray it on his teddy bear so he can be reminded of you every time he humps it.

Nerd!Haechan who goes cross eyed and dumb while humping his pillows and stuffed toys to the thought of you. Glasses fogging up , tongue lolling out of his mouth. No thoughts , just you.

Nerd!Haechan who starts to tear up when you ask him out. He thought he was dreaming. Did the girl of his dreams really just ask him out?

Nerd!Haechan who has to ask you a thousand times if this is real. He’s so cute :(

Nerd!Haechan who let’s you use him as a stress toy when studying becomes too much. He just sits against the head board with his fogged glasses. He lets you ride him until you can’t think anymore , even if he’s on the verge of passing out from the overstimulation. Such a good boy :(

Nerd!Haechan who does all your assignments for you and in return gets leg shaking head. You’re so good to him.

Nerd!Haechan who worships the ground you walk on. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

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[hrts4doie]

(inspired by this tiktok lol)

can we talk about how haechan loves being manhandled… sometimes he’s so bratty the only way you can get him to listen is by force. nothing shuts him up faster than you pinning him down to the bed or pulling him by his hair. he loves when you’re rough with him, treating him like he’s nothing but a toy for you to use.

he’s a brat on purpose and you know it. constantly pushing your buttons, he wants to be forced to behave. forced to be good. when he crosses a line or runs his mouth a bit too much, a slap to the face puts him right back in his place. he wants nothing more than to be thrown around and fucked until he’s nothing but pliant beneath your hands, too far gone to even remember his own name. you love when he gets like that, so sweet and needy for you to do whatever you please to him.

#can you tell i want to ruin haechan yet #sub!haechan #sub haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #sub!nct #sub!idol #dom!reader #haechan hard thoughts #haechan hard hours #haechan #nct 127 smut

[ihaechans]

Again & Again || L.DH

PAIRING ▸ Haechan x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, small pinch of fluff at the end

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, SUB HAECHAN!!!, big mommy kink (sorry not sorry), handjob, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, dumbification, slight hair pulling, degradation, unprotected sex (safe sex everyone!!!), riding, crying/dacryphilia, masturbation (m), Haechan being a pain slut 💀, slight finger sucking, rough sex, creampie (reader is on birth control it’s just not publicly stated)

SUMMARY ▸Haechan is needy. So needy that he can’t wait until you get home to play with himself, breaking the number one rule in your book. What was supposed to be a night of innocent quality time ends in Haechan getting milked dry, begging for you to make him come over & over again.

WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k

Haechan was a bit upset that you weren’t home right now. If you saw him touching himself, he knew he would be punished.

He sits at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and cock pressing hard against his boxers. He sighs as he gently runs his hand over his growing erection, immediately aching for more at the action. Haechan bites his lip as his hand snakes under his shirt, slowly tracing up his body until he finds one of his nipples. He whimpers at the contact, his hips automatically shifting forward and his cock begging to be touched. His mind reminisces on the memory of you riding him into oblivion last week, the vivid images racing through his mind making his cock feel incredibly hard. Haechan hisses lowly when he palms his cock through his boxers, his eyes closing at the feeling. He practically goes insane when he finally makes bare contact with his dick, his head getting thrown back in ecstasy. The thoughts of you doing the dirtiest things to him was fueling his horniness. He wanted you to adorn his body in hickies, make him cry from being in so much pleasure, use him until he was broken. 

The list could’ve went on forever.

A particularly loud moan rips from his throat when he teases the head of his cock, his dick fucking into his fist as his hips stutter. He needed you so badly; wanted you to completely and utterly ruin him. “Fuck,” he sighs, his hand starting to tug harsher at his length. It had been a week since he last had a chance to touch himself properly, his cock feeling extra sensitive tonight. “Oh my god,” he whimpers, now fucking himself faster into his hand. He wished it was your pretty little pussy clenching around him, imagining how good he would feel inside of you. He knew you were coming home soon, the thrill and anxiousness of being caught making his stomach twirl. The sooner you got there, the sooner he could be balls deep inside of you. Even if he didn’t always have control, he was always thankful to even have the opportunity to fuck you. Some nights, Haechan would take control, completely rearranging your guts and making you forget your own name. But there’s also those days when your boyfriend is completely stuck under your trance, willing to do anything to set you off knowing the rest of the night would be filled with cruel punishment.

Your boyfriends dirty little secret was that he loved when you punished him. He was never satisfied until you completely broke him, tears sliding down his face, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, incoherent words spewing from his lips, thighs shaking from overstimulation. Even after that he still always wanted more. Haechan was a dirty little pain slut and you had him at your complete mercy. He gets off to the thought of you bursting into the room and catching him in the act, his cock now begging for release. “Shit shit shit,” he mewls, palm still tugging hard against his dick. The sensation felt too good. His hips continuously bucked into his fist, his moans picking up in frequency as he nears his climax. With one last stroke and a loud whine, Haechan releases all over his abdomen, some stray ropes landing on his t-shirt. He pants heavily, his body buzzing from his orgasm. It doesn’t take long before he starts stroking himself again, the feeling of overstimulation only making him want more. The loud sounds of his whines and moans distract him from hearing the subtle creak of the bedroom door. You stand there and watch him while his eyes are shut in bliss. Only making your way towards him when you see his thighs starting to shake.

“Y/n,” he moans out, still unaware that you’ve now entered the room. “Yes baby?” You whisper, your boyfriend opening his eyes to stare straight into yours, lust being the only thing you could see in them. His face scrunches slightly as he nears his second orgasm of the night, the realization that you were actually there in front of him turning him on even more. With a tsk, you drop to your knees in between Haechan’s legs, your hands finding comfort on his thighs. “I see you’re touching yourself without permission,” you hum, your boyfriend trying his hardest to keep eye contact but failing, the pleasure of his impending orgasm forcing his eyes shut. “Please mommy…please let me cum. I’m so close- fuck,” from between his legs you had a front row seat at him playing with himself, and it was torturing Haechan that you weren’t the one touching him. “You break the rules but still ask for permission to cum?” You taunt, looking up at him with a devious smirk. “You better not.” He was dangerously close, the shakiness in his breath and the trembling of his thighs gave that much away. “I said no Haechan,” you warn. Your boyfriend only chuckling breathily in response.

He wanted you to punish him, touch him, do anything. Anything you gave him he was willing to take it, your hands sitting still on his thighs that happened to be right next to where he was jerking off was not enough for him. He needed to feel you, just not there. “I’m gonna cum mommy- god,” he continues to rut into his hand, your words of warning seeming to spur him on more than anything. He was doing this on purpose. His head feels fuzzy as he climaxes for the second time that night, hips stuttering as he moans repeatedly, his hips still thrusting into his fist. “Punish me,” he whines, “Play with me until I can’t take it anymore please please please,” it sounded like he was on the verge of tears. It was driving him crazy. Having you so close without giving him what he wanted. “That’s what you want?” He nods, eyes open just enough for you to stare into them again. “I’ll touch you,” you start, Haechan’s eyes lighting up in victory, “But I’m not not stopping until your crying and begging me to stop. Understand?” You state, your boyfriend humming enthusiastically at your words. This is what he wanted. What he needed. It wasn’t a punishment for him, more like a field day.

You get off your knees and sit on Haechan’s thighs, just far enough from his dick to have him whining for you to touch it. “You’re a needy little slut, you know that?” your fingertips rake up and down his stomach, his lip between his teeth as his eyes are glued to the movement. “Always so willing to take anything. Such a whore for mommy.” Your boyfriend whimpers at your words, his dick twitching with need. “I need you so bad mommy, ‘been waiting all day,” he moans, subtly bucking his hips up into nothing. He wasn’t completely hard again yet, but as moments passed by he was almost back to full hardness. You lean in to peck his lips, Haechan chasing the feeling as you pull away. He pouts cutely realizing you weren’t planning on giving him much more of a kiss than that. “Should’ve been good if you wanted a real kiss,” you tsk. He gasps when he feels you grip his sensitive dick, whimpering like a lost puppy when you slowly start to stroke him up and down. It hurts, but it hurts so good. Your boyfriend moaning like his life depended on it. “Yes yes yes, please don’t stop…please…” He knits his eyes shut as his words trail off, completely intoxicated by the feeling of your hand getting him off. He can feel tears beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes, the sensation of pleasure and pain beginning to become too much for him.

“You’re living for this aren’t you?” you don’t need him to answer, you already knew he was going to agree with whatever you said. It wasn’t like he was even listening anymore, his mind was completely numb, barely functioning properly as he felt his third orgasm of the night approaching. Haechan’s eyes roll to the back of his head when you spit on his dick, stroking it even faster. “Mommy…slow down…” he begs, one of his hands subconsciously grabbing your wrist and softly tugging it away from his cock. With a sound of disapproval, you slap his hand away, continuing to pump his dick with fervor. He wails when you finally slow down and squeeze the head of his cock. His sweet cries are silenced by two of your fingers being stuffed into his mouth. He barely sucks on them, too focused on reaching another climax. His thighs are quivering, his dick twitching in your grasp. “Pretty boy wants to cum?” He doesn’t answer, the feeling being too much for him. “I guess not,” you hum, beginning to remove your hand from his leaking cock. Forcefully removing your fingers from his mouth, he protests, “I want it so bad, I can’t…” “You can baby. Do it for me,” You lean in and press your lips against his unexpectedly, your boyfriend sobbing into your mouth as he reaches his peak, more sticky white ropes of cum landing in your hand and piling on his abdomen.

He’s crying now, his body shaking violently and dick still twitching from his orgasm in your hand. When you break the kiss, he immediately buries his face into your neck, wet tears being wiped onto your skin. “Thank you thank you thank you,” he repeats, completely unable to say anything else. His brain was dead, mind only focused on you and nothing else. He was barely able to speak, the fuzziness of his orgasm and your hand wrapped around him preventing him of saying anything else. Your free hand tangles in his hair, combing through it lightly as you press a soft kiss against his shoulder. “Can you take one more baby? I need you to help mommy out here,” you suggest. He would say yes, but the question was genuine. If he ever wanted you to stop he would say the safe word. “God yes, wanna feel you so bad,” there’s a whine in his words, the pent up feeling of wanting to be inside of you the whole night being the cause. “Been wanting it so fucking bad, please.” He always remembered to say please and thank you, what a good little whore.

You strip out of your clothing, only leaving your bra on for Haechan to suffer. You can practically see your boyfriends mouth watering, his dick twitching as he takes in your body. Honestly, he had no idea how much more he could take. His dick felt sore and every touch felt like a trail of fire against his skin. His eyes are glued on your tits as you sit back down on his thighs, “Can you ride me?” He rasps, the request sounding much more like begging than anything. Kissing his forehead, you give him a nod, you’re sweet demeanor quickly being replaced with a mean one. “I'm gonna fuck you until you can’t remember your own name,” He moans at that, the thought just turning him on even more. “Please mommy,” he was saying anything, simply just wishing you would sit on his dick already. Your hand grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with your soaked pussy. Rubbing his cockhead against your clit a few times, the two of you moan in unison at the action. Sneakily, Haechan thrusts his hips up, his dick slipping inside of your folds at last. “Haechan!” You mewl, the sudden intrusion stretching you out just right. He knows he’ll be scolded for it later, but he doesn’t care. He’s losing his mind at the feeling of your warm velvety walls wrapped against his length, releasing nothing but shaky breaths.

“Fuck yourself on me, wanna feel you.” He murmurs, egging you on with a small pat to the side of your hip. His body feels like it’s on fire when you lift yourself to slam yourself back down, a filthy moan leaving his lips. You repeat the action, his dick filling you up just right. It was perfect. He was perfect. The sound of skin against skin and the mix of your moans were the only sound throughout the house, but that’s just how Haechan preferred it to sound anyways. His thrusts match with your pace, his cock hitting that spot inside of you almost immediately. “Fuck you feel so good inside of me,” you whine. Haechan just nods, everything but the thought of forming a complete sentence running through his head right now. He was crying again, skin flushed and tear streaks forming against cheeks. He moans extra loud when you roll your hips, his cock feeling just right inside of you at the motion. “Yes mommy! Use me. Use me until I’m broken, please.” He wails, body jolting when his orgasm approaches him rather fast. “You like when I ride you?” You grip his hair hard, a shattered whine leaving his throat. “Gonna fucking use your pathetic little dick until I’m satisfied. You hear me?” You taunt.

He was long gone; eyes shut as tears slipped down, body going limp as you fucked yourself onto him over and over. “Poor baby’s gone dumb over mommy’s pussy, huh?” you lightly slap his cheek, trying to get him to say something, anything really. He doesn’t answer, he just sits there crying and moaning like a dumb little slut as you use him. He cums inside of you with a wail and without any warning, a hard slap being delivered to his thigh for cumming without permission. “Did you ask if you could fucking cum?” You grip his cheeks harshly, smiling at yourself as you look at the mess you’ve created. “I can’t- mommy I can’t,” he cries, weakly chanting the words as if it were the only ones in his vocabulary. You look down at him with a disappointing look, knowing he can take more. You’re close. So unbearably close you can feel your climax on the tip of your fingers, constantly clenching down onto Haechan’s sensitive length. “Fuck fuck fuck,” you moan, breath hitching as his dick hits your sweet spot repeatedly. Your boyfriend is sobbing like a child, his body shuddering hard against yours. You attack his neck with kisses as you climax, slowing down your movements just enough to help you ride it out. Without realizing, Haechan cums inside of you again while you clench around him, and he’s so silent you think he’s passed out when you pull yourself off of him.

“Thank you mommy,” the words fall from his lips like a mantra. His nose sniffling and his eyes pink from crying. He looked the cutest like this, completely destroyed and at your mercy. Slowly, he starts to slip out of sub space, his hand coming to rest at the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I love you so much.” He whispers, gazing at you with the most love struck expression. “I love you too Haechan.”

A/N: Listen...I know this is abrupt and I’m sorry. Donghyuck just has me in a chokehold right now and I don’t think I’ll be escaping anytime soon. (I’m not complaining though...) I was randomly sitting down doing some work and thought about sub Haechan going completely brain dead after a good fuck, and boom: this shit was created. Hopefully you guys enjoy it 😭Once again tysm for the support and I love you all! Mwah

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[hxxchxn]

fucking haechan after a party in the back of his car

he saw you and thought that you’d be an easy fuck, and while he technically wasn’t wrong, the sex was not what he expected

parking in some random parking lot and making out in the front seat

at some point, managing to move to the back, where you unbuckle his pants. he looks down at you and can see a glimmer in your eyes, and that moment is when he loses all sense of control

you drive him absolutely crazy, with the way you flick your tongue over his tip, and the way you kiss him after he cums in your mouth. he can taste himself on your tongue, you know, and he’ never would’ve guessed how much he loves that feeling. he fingers you on the seat, and after you finish you take his hand and bring it up to his lips, not yours.

when you finally sit on his dick, he lets out the most visceral sounding moan you’ve ever heard, and there’s nothing you want more than to hear that sound again. so you start bouncing. he cums quicker than he has since high school, and his cheeks burn red with that afterthought lingering in his head. he doesn’t feel embarrassed though, he couldn’t after you giggle at him and kiss him chastely.

once he brings you home, you lean towards him right before you get out. “pick me up here on friday, at 8,” you whisper then open your door, leaving one last kiss on his cheek.

#hxxchxn #donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct dream #nct haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck smut #haechan smut #sub!donghyuck #sub!haechan #sub!nct #hyuck thoughts

[fairyofjaeyun]

The audios omg??) would it be too much to ask if you or anyone who sees this can find one that sounds like haechan bc iDK HOW TO FIND THEM

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so this was the closest I could find for now but it’s so cute :(( I think haechan’s moans could get really high and feminine, especially when he wants you to think he’s innocent and he didn’t break the rules.

I’ll keep a look out for more 🫡

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[thetypingpup]

"I was wondering when you'd come find me."

Doused in deep blue light, Haechan calls to you from his place on the couch. He sits right in the middle, arms draped over the back, shamelessly eyeing you as you come closer. His bright red jacket stands out even in the darkness, the leather holding a subtle gleam that matches the glint in his eyes. A lazy smirk quirks the corner of his lips, his smirk widening the closer you get.

"Couldn't stay away, huh?" He entices you closer with a taunt, an obvious challenge evident in the lilt in his voice. He wants to rile you up, injecting just a hint of desperate frustration into the lust. It works like a charm, and your feet move forward, your fingers already itching to wrap around his neck.

Neither of you care about how public this is, how you're both taunting each other in the middle of a party like this. The teeming throng of people seems to fade from view, the music receding from your perception, save for the strong base that serves as the tempo you both follow. As much as he taunts, as much as he tries to get the upper hand, he really wants you to overtake him like this, to play with him however you want. Which is why when you slip between his legs with your hands sliding up his thighs, he spreads his legs wider, letting you grab and grope his thighs through the denim. When your lips start to kiss and such on his neck, he tilts his head back and moans at the attention, sighing in content and easily melting beneath you. The more you play with him, the more turned on he gets, and you and any onlookers can see the noticeable tent in his jeans.

Your legs are on either side of his lap as you settle on top of him, right as your hands make their way to either side of his neck, pulling him towards you. He spreads his legs wider, opening himself up to you, lips already parting to let you slip your tongue between them. You grind against his arousal, making him suck in a breath and hiss out a moan against your lips. He doesn't touch you, he doesn't dare move his hands from where they clutch the back of the couch, not until you tell him he can. For now, you're content to just play with him, to leave marks that will stand out even in the dark light of the party, and he's content to let you play with him like the slut he is. Your lip gloss shimmers and shines on his lips, the subtle tint of your lipstick underneath staining the skin around the marks you left, deepening them beautifully. Haechan can't stop moaning, can't stop letting his hips roll up against you, and you let him show everyone just how much of a desperate slut he is. He lets you undress him just a bit, parting his jacket wider and pulling his shirt aside to mark along his collarbones. He lets you use him as a plaything, lets you pull on his hair, slide your tongue into his mouth as you kiss him, mark him as yours for the night.

And when you've decided you've toyed with him enough, you pull back, leaving him there a completely debauched, ruined mess. Now you have the upper hand, and you smirk at him as you walk away, daring him to make the next move. If he wants more, he's gonna have to come and get you, and beg for what he wants loud enough for everyone to hear.

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[2amimagines]

haechan brainrot pictures ♡

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