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neonsbian · 4 months
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breadcatcreations · 1 year
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Taste
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Jaemin’s hand was tangled in your hair and he sucked harshly on your neck, “already taste so good angel,” he whispered against your skin.
A soft drawn out whimper leaves your lips. “Jaem~,” you hummed out. “Please”
A menacing chuckle leaves his lips. “Sluts already asking for more, we just started.” Jaemin tugged you closer by your belt loops. He pressed his nose against you neck, inhaling. “God~,” he breathed out. “Your amazing, what did i do in life to get you,” he groaned this against your ear. Biting softly.
You rubbed your thighs together to gain some friction. He notices slipping his hand in between your thighs, holding one of them in place. Jaemin places a kiss on your neck before looking up at you. “Jaemin please,” you whined starring into his deep eyes.
“God I love you,” Jaemin murmured before crashing your lips together, teeth hitting teeth, and tongue on tongue. He trails the kiss down your neck, nipping softly.
Sweet moans and whimpers leave your lips. “Jaemin~~ I want you,” you whined out. Jaemin pressed one last kiss against your neck, looking into your eyes. “All you had to do was ask baby,” his smirk reached his eyes, as he watched you unravel at his touch.
“That’s my baby,” he whispered
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itstheoneshot · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 24
Gender Swap - Hendery
!sub Hendery
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Convincing Hendery to put on a skirt was easier than you had thought. You had probably worn him down already, with your own fluid gender expression and your ability to look hot and androgynous in any style of clothing, it made him curious. You had given him a few options from your clothes that you thought may fit him, but left the rest up to him. He took them into your walk-in wardrobe, and closed the door behind him so that you could not watch him change.
“Fuck,” You breathe as he re-enters the room, “Holy shit, Hengi.”
Hendery is wearing a black and white plaid mini skirt, and a tight black cropped singlet. His legs look incredible and you almost lose your mind just from the sight of him, fantasies running wild in your mind, but you remind yourself that this is real, and you can take him like this.
“Do I look okay?” He asks, the question is genuine, his cheeks are bright red and he looks so unsure, “Tell the truth, please?”
You stand up to meet him, striding across the room until you are only inches away, your hands settling on his bare waist, needing to feel him, see him, be with him. You let your fingertips dig in slightly, and he winces from the ticklish pain, but does not move away.
“You look more than okay,” You assure him, “My baby girl.”
Hendery lets out a gasp at the new pet name, and you feel his body tense up, assessing and processing how he feels about it, “Say that again.”
“Say what?” You tease him, letting your hands roam now, you travel down to the hem of his skirt, barely covering his ass, “That you’re my baby girl?”
Hendery squeezes his eyes shut, this time a quiet moan leaves his lips, oh he really fucking likes that, and you are obsessed with his reaction, “Yes, sir,” He responds, using the masculine term for you, one that you always enjoy, “I am, I’m your girl, only yours.”
He crumbles so quickly, liking this even more than either of you had thought. He eagerly leans into your touches, waiting for permission, and soon you tug him down to kiss you. There is something indescribably hot about having him dressed up and submitting like this, so different to any of the ways that he has submitted in the past.
“You’re so beautiful,” You murmur, breaking apart from the kiss to try and catch your breath, “I think I could keep you like this forever, all dressed up and pretty just for me.”
Hendery looks overwhelmed at the praises, falling apart so quickly, the blush on his cheeks is burning hot as you guide him over to sit on the edge of the mattress. You drop down onto your knees on the hardwood floor, hands on his thighs, you spread them apart easily, getting an incredible view under his skirt of his thick, hard cock, visible through his underwear. You run your hands further upwards, under the skirt to the top of his thighs, and he spreads his legs even further in anticipation, he is so flexible, it isn’t difficult for him at all.
“Does my beautiful girl want her dick sucked?” You ask him softly, letting your fingertips trail over his length, “I think she deserves it.”
Hendery gulps, nodding furiously, planting his feet down flat on the floor to keep himself still, “Please sir, please, please suck it,” He stutters, “You always make me feel so good.”
He begins to move to undress himself, but you take his hands to stop him, “No, sweet girl,” You chuckle, “You can leave the skirt on and we’ll just take your panties off, okay?”
Hendery looks so embarrassed by this, but lifts himself up so that you can hook your fingers under the elastic of his briefs to tug them down. Freeing his cock, it stands up, aiding you in rolling his skirt upwards so that you can reach it. You lean up to get into position, taking your time, you lick from the base to the head of his cock before closing your mouth over the tip. He instantly moans while you lower your head down, but you keep your eyes trained on him, smiling lazily around his dick whilst staring up at him through your lashes.
You speed up, loving the way that he feels in your mouth, his hands in your hair, you are so turned on by the feminine, sweet version of your boyfriend that you have in front of you, making him feel good is addictive. Even his moans are more high pitched, breathy, airy, than they usually would be, as if he were trying too, to sound as feminine as he looked, and he is succeeding. You feel his cock twitch and you know he is close, so you pull off him, much to his dismay, and laugh as he whines in disappointment, but this doesn’t last for long as you stand up and push him down onto his back, dropping your pants as fast as you can to move on top of him instead.
Dripping wet, it is easy to take his cock, no need for preparation and only the littlest sting from the stretch, “My pretty doll,” You purr, “Sir needed your beautiful cock, too, it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to cum as well, now, is it?”
Hendery knows what you’re insinuating, moving his hands to your hips to help you build momentum, knowing the best angles to thrust into you, ones that have your eyes rolling back and filthy words falling from your lips. He is close, and you are closer, and he moves to touch your clit, other hand on your chest to tease your nipples, whimpering and whining in time with your own moans, fuck, oh god, it’s happening.
You cum hard and fast, head falling forward into the crook of his neck, biting and sucking at the skin as your thighs shake, cunt clenching to him too as he follows shortly after, streams of cum spilling from the tip of his cock into the deepest point of your cunt as you ride your highs to completion. Slowing down, you rest comfortably in his lap with him still inside you, and you kiss his forehead softly before kissing his lips.
“I love you so much,” You mumble, “No matter what gender.”
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snowyul · 10 months
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já fiz um milhão de pedidos meudeus, amo demais seus Gifs e a qualidade 0@?#;@(#?@) poderia dessa vez fazer um pack de gifs da mina do twice e do hendery do nct, por favor? do mesmo estilo que fez o outro, agradeço desde já 💗
⠀⠀⠀♥︎ feito! peço mil perdões pela demora, espero que goste <3
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Sign Me Up
- Part 1 -
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Scenario: you get to know Xiaojun's apartment and his roommate Hendery, who you seem to share a very special kind of humor with as you quickly bond over the existence of sex related neon signs (or alternatively: you're on a lightheaded pun-mission and Hendery is falling in love)
Pairing: Hendery x female reader
Requested: no
Genre: humor/ smut
Warnings: light swearing, sex puns, a very specific nasty type of humor?, flirting?
Word Count: 2100+
A/N: This thing is weirdly specific, idek what happened in my brain that day I came up with it. I just hope somebody finds it funny. If I make you laugh, it's all worth it. Hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable because it's so direct. (Part 2 will be smut.)
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"Interesting sign", you commented, pointing at the neon letters on the wall behind the couch. In a bright violet they read "blowjob area".
"My dumbass roommate thought it would be funny", your new study buddy defended its existence with a beat expression, his annoyed groan hinting at how he felt about that idea.
"I like it", you grinned.
Xiaojun halted in the midst of giving you the apartment tour and shot you a wary eyed look. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, seriously. I love it. He seems like a cool  guy." Seeing the astonishment on his features, you let out a chuckle. "Please tell me, there are more of these spread around the dorm because I feel like it implies you've got different staging areas."
His face lit up in pleasant surprise. "Wait. You're not offended by that?"
"Why would I?"
"Because you're a woman and it's kind of... I don't know. A lot of people found it... Inappropriate, I guess? Repelling?"
"I think it's hilarious." You shrugged solely. "Some people don't know how to take humor." Or how to enjoy giving head.
Xiaojun nodded, still a little unconvinced but walked you out of the living room again. Only for you both to get run in by the mentioned roommate.
"Hey, she digs your stupid sign", he let him know with a miserable laugh.
Immediately, a wide grin spread on his roommate's face as he stopped in front of you guys. Hendery mustered you briefly and met your gaze with an acknowledging look. "It's genius, right?"
"Oh come on, it doesn't even work", your friend huffed quietly, rolling his eyes.
But he got ignored as you and his roommate were beaming at each other now.
"You should get more of those and have them lead through the dorm just so it feels like you're reaching a new level at every room. Or to have others prepared with a nice little build up." You were way to excited about all the ideas and possibilities.
Xiaojun groaned and muttered to himself. "Sure. And the only visitors we'll ever have are the few people who we won't freak out with that."
His roommate was more cunning. "Oh haven't you seen the other stages? Yeah, uhm, at the door it's "greet the penis" and oh! Right here it should say "ready to blow?" And then at my room you'll get to see the neon "free sample cumshot"."
While that made you laugh, your friend seemed rather embarrassed by his loud roommate, who was now leaving with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Sorry. He's shameless. And he never gets laid." This time he spoke louder again.
You looked at him entirely baffled. "Not even with the sign up? By the way, "sign up" would be a good one to go below the "blowjob area" one. But like. Seriously? I know many people who'd fall for that."
Xiaojun snorted suddenly. "Yeah, name one." Then his grin disappeared in an instant, his expression turning dark again. "Oh my God, you mean yourself, don't you? Please tell me that's not..." He took a deep breath. "Are you thinking of fucking my roommate? Please, no. We have studying to do."
Awkwardly you stood there with pursed lips, busily scratching the back of your neck. "I just thought he was funny."
You weren't denying it, although that had not been what you we're thinking exactly. But you weren't entirely opposed to the idea either, now that you heard it.
You both eventually finished that apartment tour and got to your studying.
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Later that evening after coming back home and laying down with your laptop for entertainment purposes before sleep, you found yourself getting bored and for some reason searched up Hendery, Xiaojun's roommate, on social media.
"If you had more signs, people could follow their desired path of fun. And you could call that the happy trail! You might even be able to charge visitors for that." You sent him a private message and then decided to give a bit context just in case. "The neon sign lover."
"Oh wow! It's You!" Hendery replied not long after you texted. "And yes! I love your brilliant mind!"
"Sorry, I hope it isn't weird that I hit you up like this."
"Sliding into my dms? Not at all. Wanna exchange numbers? It's more comfortable."
And that's what you did.
The two of you continued joking around, texting back and forth like that for a couple of days. It was light, mostly funny and mindless. You only did some chit chat and basically went as far as discussing more custom designed signs for his place and creating some online just for fun.
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"I ordered new signs."
You stared at the received text and couldn't help laughing out loud, getting weirdly excited again. "Seriously? Which ones?"
"You can find out on Saturday when you come over and help me with picking out the right places." Hendery shot his shot and sent a winking emoji.
"Is that an actual suggestion? Because I'm free this weekend."
"Yes! You pitched those ideas after all. Or some. Maybe."
"Aww now I'm even more curious."
"Good. That means you're in?"
"Absolutely! Let's plaster your walls with nasty stuff!"
You had no idea why you enjoyed this so much but it made you feel strangely alive. And you hadn't felt true excitement in a while.
You weren't even aware of flirting, you only went with the flow and somehow that immensely silly, energetic guy seemed to tickle your goofy side. He made you forget your worries a little bit. It was a nice change.
And his bold humor sort of matched yours. For once you felt like you had signed up for something uncomplicated.
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Saturday came around and you had wondered whether it could be weird for your study buddy, Xiaojun, if you came over not for him but to hang out with his roommate who you've been having so much contact with lately.
But as it turned out, Xiaojun wasn't even there because he visited his girlfriend over the weekend. Apparently, he did that most of the free days but if he had mentioned that to you, you had forgotten.
Either way, you were alone with Hendery, unsupervised, and full of wicked ideas, trying to find good spots for the new signs.
"I gotta say, I'm glad that you didn't truly made a "greet the penis" one for the entrance. Also a bit disappointment." You laughed and inspected the selection scattered on his desk.
"Maybe I still get that later."
He had in fact ordered four, which was a lot because these things weren't exactly cheap either. And of course, he proudly presented them to you. "Okay, we got: "Let's get wet", "make it juicy", "squeeze dick to play" and "free sample cumshot"."
"These are perfect!" You snickered and then glanced at him. "Alright. Hear me out. "Let's get wet" matches the bathroom. I don't know how we're gonna make that possible but there's no other option. "Make it juicy" goes in the kitchen. Those two are really hitting the themes."
"That's what I thought", he nodded along slowly, just watching you with a grin as you spoke.
"Then, "squeeze dick to play" has to go above your computer because of the gaming." You gave him a meaningful look. "And, first of all, I love that you actually ordered the "free sample cumshot" because it's so funny, honestly. Couldn't get that out of my head ever since you said that the other day I was here. And yeah, obviously, that needs to go above your bed."
"If you say so." He shrugged amused, his gaze unwavering.
"You don't agree?" You looked at him in surprise, finally turning your head around to him.
Quickly, he shook his head, a smile on his lips. "No, no. Sounds good. We should do it."
How it happened that Hendery seemed much more composed, you couldn't have said. It was like he had more fun watching you handle it and getting all excited than that he was doing this for himself. He was still joking around and being heavenly inappropriate but just a tad calmer than expected.
You began with the bathroom and after staring at the small space for a moment, decided to place it above the door frame in the hallway, so you would see the sign before entering. It made much more sense than on the inside of the room anyway. The words "Let's get wet" could be taken quite literal and therefore wouldn't be explicit enough to upset anybody else living in this apartment or visiting.
Next was the kitchen where you installed the phrase above the table. It seemed like a fun reminder. Would probably spice up the mornings with some juicy thoughts during  breakfast.
Back in his room, it was now the turn of his gaming area. This time you were the one on the chair, fixing the sign up on the wall.
"I swear to God, if you let me fall from this chair", you joked halfheartedly, trying to trust that his hands on it would save you. "Honest, how can you guys not own a damn ladder? Just one of those smaller two or three step things. That should be a stable in every household."
"Oh I'm sorry, why didn't you say that sooner? Then I could have spent my money on that instead of these fun signs", Hendery mocked you.
Playfully, you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. "Alright. Hand me "squeeze dick to play" and let me know if I need to adjust the position", you adviced.
He loved your confidence. You didn't falter, nothing he said seemed to surprise you enough to make you uncomfortable and you were witty to react in a like minded way.
For not really knowing you and hanging out the first time like this, you got along amazingly well.
Although you were so caught up in the job of decorating that you were totally oblivious to the observant looks and anything else you could have picked up on.
Standing on the bed was worse than his chair, the mattress making you feel wobbly on your feet. But it was his room and you thought it made more sense for him to give you directions and you acting according to it because he was the one who needed to be satisfied with the result.
"Gimme the "free sample cumshot", please." You paused at your words, pressing your lips together for a second.
"Sure. Sure. If you insist." He supressed the chuckle but was grinning widely behind you.
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, you want the free sample." He passed you the sign and you blissfully ignored the words, feeling like you were on a mission here.
"Okay, so... in the middle? Is this the middle?" You held it up to the wall for him to judge.
"I don't know. I mean... Where do you prefer it?", he teased and couldn't help but snicker.
You looked back to him and shot him a glare but the amusement was written all over your face and so he kept grinning, unimpressed by your attempt.
You let out a defeated sigh. "Come on, be serious for a second. As soon as this is up, you can have all the fun you want with it." Realizing your once again unfortunate choice of words, you cursed. "God damnit, fuck me, that was unintentional."
"You're really good at that", he commented with another chuckle. "Also, same goes for you." Then he nudged you. "Okay, let's get it over with before those signs make you even more nervous. Put it in the middle, right about... there." He had leaned a bit closer, pointing at the selected spot for you, while having the other hand at the back of your thigh to steady your stand on the mattress as you began to install the last object.
"The signs don't make me nervous", you mumbled in concentration. "Straight or not?", you drew back a little but still had trouble to tell from up close.
"Looks perfect to me", he assured you. Then a quiet chuckle was heard as he licked over his lip. Hidden from your sight, his gaze now concentrated on something entirely different. But he was quick to let you know about it. "Just like your ass in those pants, by the way."
You nearly dropped the sign at the unexpected comment. "I know you're just messing with me but please refrain from that until after", you voiced out and fixed the position again. His flirting didn't bother you, but now even you felt the tension in the air around you.
"Fine. I'm just stating facts", he claimed in a defensive tone and let out another chuckle.
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Take me to the stars - W.KH
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Pairing: Wong Kunhang / Hendery x fem!reader
Word count: 4063 words
AU/Genre: college!AU, stoner!hendery, antisocial nerd!reader, fluff, smut
Warnings: substance consumption and its inevitable consequences, prejudice, oral and fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (*sighs*), Hendery has a big dick (and I stand by that)
A/n: I put a lot of thought into this, there are approximately 2000 stylistic devices in there, wahtever you might think is weird is there for a reason. Why am I getting defensive?
"...and please check the lists for the partner assignments on your way out."
After what seemed like an eternity of one and a half hours, you move to pack your things. It's your second year in university, of course there are corses that you like and don't like, but literature class is mostly fun. You'd consider yourself a good student when it comes to this subject, you generally like the literature that's discussed in class and in your essays. And, sure, while it's fun to be able to discuss topics with other people to get their opinions that might vary and differ from your own on a variety of topics, you prefer doing things on your own. In your opinion – that's been proven right over and over again in past, forced interactions with classmates, you're the only person you can trust and rely on with your assignments. So the reason why your professor found it necessary to pair you up into groups of two for your next essay is beyond you. Still, on your way out, you fight your way through the bundle of students gathered in front of the professor's desk, searching for your name on the list just like everyone else.
No.
No way.
A 'Would you look at that. Excited to work with me?' from somewhere behind you would be what you'd expect in this type of situation, like they do in movies. Sadly, that is impossible since the person you got paired with - the worst person you could have imagined out of the gathering of tweenies that sit around in this hall with you every Thursday - doesn't even show up to classes.
Wong Hendery, presumably a pain in the ass – actually, you don't know that for sure, you've never seen him since, as mentioned before, he's never stepped a single foot into this building – but you assume he must be. Rumor has it that he's only attending university because his parents want him to. They are filthily rich, so he has to go through with it in order to not lose their financial support. Besides praising him for his laid-back-ness, people also say that he usually hangs around on the big field next to the library with his friends, so this is where you head.
You move through the hallway, mind clouded with sorrow and worries about your grade in the upcoming assignment. It's not that you're that good of a student, you're not the best, but your accomplishments in university bring you far enough to be able to worry about grades, especially since this seems to be the final work for the semester, putting the weight of the importance of assessment heavily on your shoulders. Right now, it is important to you to get good grades, maybe even the best grades, and there's not much space left in your mind to focus on anything else.
As soon as you step out the door, the lovely late March air greets your nostrils, carrying the scent of slowly blooming buds and carefreeness. Your eyes scan over the area of lawn that's filled with students relaxing and enjoying their break in between corses, the weather of gentle sun rays allowing them to spend their time outside, finally, after such a cold winter.
You sigh. You're not here to think about the weather, there's a task at hand, and you won't come far unless you get in touch with the person who you just know is going to make this relatively easy assignment a nightmare of missed deadlines, stress-fueled nail-biting and headaches.
"Wong Hendery?" You shout out in hopes of someone coming over to you. And to your pleasant surprise, someone does. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hands grabbing ahold of the loops of your backpack that hangs rather heavily on your back. The guy comes closer, and with every step he takes, you understand more and more why everyone seems to be so forgiving with his absenteeism.
"You called me, pretty?" He grins as he comes to a halt in front of you, slightly towering over your smaller height. You gulp.
Admittedly, you'd anticipated someone different, might it be your prejudice from past experiences or something else, but you're a bit stunned, to be honest. Gaze grazing over his exterior, you notice a lot of things about him. You decide that you like his long, slightly wavy, black hair and the way he exclusively dresses in clothes that are at least two sizes too big for him, and vans. It makes him stand out. It makes him special. He doesn't seem to care one bit about the presumed wealth of his family if he dresses like this. It makes you weirdly fond of him, for some reason.
"Uh," for a second, you get lost in his wide smile and his glossy eyes before you're able to catch himself, blinking quickly a couple of times before you open your mouth. "We have to do a literature project together. You coming?"
"Right now?" He asks, a little stunned.
"If you're free?"
He nods, you expect him to grab his stuff, but apparently the only thing be brought was himself, a pack of cigarettes (?) and a lighter that he holds in his hands. Without another word explaining where you're headed, you turn around, guiding the way into the library which you assume he doesn't even know the location of. Silently, he follows you, and you ask yourself just why this was so easy. You'd anticipated him blocking your attempts of trying to get him to work with you, or worse, just leaving without another word or glance. That he's so compliant actually lifts some of the weight of worrying about your final grade off your shoulders.
At the same time, you can't help but to imagine explaining that situation to your professor, maybe getting a free pass on the group project and doing one of your own on your own instead.
You sit down in a separate room in the library that is meant for small study group, which you kind of are, and you whip out your notebook, explaining the assignment to him. You can't really decipher the look in his eyes, so you plainly assume that he knows absolutely nothing about literature, so you begin to explain pretty much everything you did in the lecture until this day briefly.
At that, he nods, but doesn't seem too interested in what you're saying. His dark eyes might be glued to your lips, their movement and the way your tongue glides out to wet them every few minutes, but he just blandly stares seemingly into nothingness. You try not to read too much into that.
After about an hour, you're done.
"Honey, I'll be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, but how about I take you home and we start together, how's that?"
Slightly thrown off by the name, your mouth opens to protest, but thinking about it, it might be the best solution. That way, he's in a familiar environment, all while you're not: the best way to study, in your opinion. It would also get everything done as soon as possible, giving you the opportunity to focus on your other assignments for the time being. And – and this is most possibly the heaviest reason why you agree – you're kind of curious to see how he lives, not that you'd ever admit to that.
As he pulls into his drive way, you take in your surroundings. Firstly, you're glad that you finally arrived since his car – all due respect – reeks of weed and you'd stepped on multiple McDonald's bags molding away in the footwell during the five minute ride. The mansion you pull up to tells you that the assumption of your peers seem to be correct as it stands proudly before you. As soon as he takes you through the front door, all you see is marble, stucco and chandeliers.
You feel like you should be impressed, but you aren't. Hendery seems like he does not give two shits about money with the way he behaves and carries himself, so you automatically detach him from everything you're seeing right now.
The two of you make your way out the back into the garden, a beautiful wide lawn with trees and flowers blooming around and a about, a little pond on the right side of the area that seem to hold a bunch of fish and ducks. You step forwards on a trail that leads to a separate, smaller house at the back of the garden, almost hidden behind the large bamboo trees the area offers. It's way less pompous than the actual house you'd just seen, and seemed rather normal, like one of those bungalows you slept in during field trips.
Once you arrive inside, you see a lot of carpets, a big couch and a huge TV. Hendery invites you to sit down, and after gently resting your backpack against the couch, you do, watching him leave the room for an unknown reason, and allow yourself to sink into the many pillows as you take in more of the room.
Large windows illuminate the small place Hendery calls his home. There are a few plants on the shelves, that are stuffed full with comic books and video game cases. Next to the couch, you notice a glass door leading to some sort of gaming room that shines purple with LED-light stripes. There's also a staircase leading up to a platform where he sleeps, you assume. On the other side of the staircase you can fairly make out the corners of a kitchen. You have to say, it's pretty neat.
"You like it?" Hendery grins after putting his jacket away and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen area.
"Sure," you half-smile. You still don't know what to think of this guy. On one hand, you're influenced by his (bad) reputation and therefore still a little anxious about the assignment and how you're going to get this person to work on it with you, with equal amounts of workloads and hours. On the other hand, he draws you in. He seems like an interesting person, and you're surprised that you're really showing so much interest in someone else that you want to get to know them, let alone see their home. You're not superstitious by any means, but you feel like there's a connection.
Hendery turns on the television, allowing a random show to play quietly in the background before taking a medium sized, blue box from the couch table onto his lap.
"You mind?" He asks as he opens it, looking over at you as he presents the contents of the box to you. In there's a stoner's wet dream: different shaped and sized grinders, papers and tips from a variety of brands and a good amount of weed.
"Oh- uh.. of course not, it's your house." You say.
He grins and starts rolling a joint and to be honest, you're mesmerized by the process. He plugs a piece of paper off the block and folds a tiny part at one end in before rolling the whole piece into a papery, white straw. Next, he unzips the bag that contains the weed, expertly picking the right amount to stuff into a small metal cylinder, grinding the dried plant into tiny crumbs. Lastly, he assembles everything inside a thin long-paper. You find yourself watching with interest, to your surprise especially when he brings the whole thing up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the paper so it will stick together. And even though you don't have much to compare it to, you think the joint looks pretty good.
"Okay, wanna start?" He asks before lighting his joint. He lets the tip sit between his lips and inhales deeply, the scent of weed filling the air, but due to it's freshness, it's much more bearable than inside his care, maybe pleasant, even. You clear your throat before opening the zipper of your backpack.
"Alright, the drama. I think you should read it before we do anything, really. I brought you my copy, you can keep it." You gently place it on the table, careful to not bump into any empty cans or other pieces of general trash with your fingers.
"I already read that," Hendery answers before blowing out a big cloud of smoke into the air, and you notice that he does this to keep the smoke remotely away from you, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
"Oh- great! Then we can take everything a little slower than I thought." You smile to yourself and lean back for a second. Oddly, his presence calms you, or maybe that's just the scent of the smoke slowly creeping up to where you're seated, but you don't have to say that you mind. Somehow, the whole atmosphere is relaxing as it is, finally letting you take a breath from all the stress and burdensome encounters of your life.
The evening carries on and the two of you just start talking about everything and nothing. You notice that he likes to talk about pretty much everything except for himself, the last fact surprisingly characterizes yourself pretty well as well. You enjoy the way he's able to entertain you without even trying, the way he doesn't rely on your answers or input to keep the conversation going. Every time you want to add something, you can, but everything just feels so relaxed that you don't feel pressured, and that is something that makes you instantly fond of him. Usually, people expect something of you, something that you don't want to or can't give them. In the past, this had stressed you out so much, given you anxiety and insomnia to the point where you cut ties with almost everyone you knew.
With Hendery, it's different, and for some reason you hope that it's the same for him. You want him to feel comfortable with you. You want him to be able to open up with you. It's getting awfully late, yet you don't even know anything besides his zodiac sign.
You two sit outside on his porch, listening to the chirping of the crickets while looking at the night sky. He's just finished his second joint of the night, feeling high and free as ever, and you realize that you really like the way he looks when he sits so close to you, eyelids heavy and a lazy grin on his face. Uncharacteristically for you, you find that he's pretty. And he knows a whole lot about the stars and the universe.
You watch him as he babbles about a random constellation and its meaning in ancient Greece, his eyes lighting up almost with passion, his strong jawline, his pretty nose and his slender lips that look so kissable. Not once in your life had you felt like this. It's like the world had stopped moving around you, there's nothing else that matters when you sit here. You feel like you're in a different dimension, like nothing can harm you, and nothing can hurt you, which is why you don't even hesitate as you ask him the following question.
"Can I kiss you, Hendery?"
Before you realize, it's already out there, and before you can worry about it, he's already turned to look at you with a smile. "Are you sure, or are you just high?"
You smile. Maybe the amount of smoke you've passively inhaled in the past hours has made you somewhat more comfortable, but you're not high, or at least, you don't think you are. But you know that you feel something, just like before, like a connection. "I'm not high, Hendery" 'But I want to be high on oxytocin with you', you want to say. But you don't. "I just want to kiss you."
And with that, he leans in, stopping just before his lips touch yours, letting his breath tease your lips before closing the distance. He tastes like weed, of course, but he also tastes like strawberries. Like cotton candy. Like a comfortable hug. Like the gently warmth of a candle. But before you can really sink into the kiss, he's gone again.
He gets up and holds his hand out for you to grab before guiding you inside. He doesn't want you to get cold.
"How come time passes so fast?" You ask, almost pouting as you look at the time on your phone showing that it's past 3am. You really don't want to go home, not yet, you don't want this to end, whatever it might be, and whatever it might lead to. And as if he could read your mind, he offers you to stay.
You find yourself lying in his bed half an hour later, wide open eyes staring at the ceiling above Hendery's mattress, alone, as he offered to take the couch. You feel strange, not because the bed is uncomfortable, not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you feel so tremendously alone. You feel like you're in a dream when you're with him, so it feels strange once you aren't, as if you're meant to be with him right now.
Quietly, you get up, making your way down the steps of the staircase carefully as to not wake him up. You're not exactly sure what your plan is, and this is so not you, a person who usually plans every single step of your daily routine in detail to not have to face any unpleasant surprises, and to not miss anything.
You can already see him on the couch, his figure completely wrapped in a blanket between the pillows, the light on his porch shining through the windows illuminating his frame.
Carefully, you sit down on the couch and he stirs, turning his body to face you.
"You okay?"
"Can't sleep."
"Come here." He lifts his blanket, inviting you to lay with him. Hesitantly for a second, you take his offer, slipping underneath the blanket with him. And you've never felt so warm. You cuddle your back into his chest and he hugs you from behind.
"Is this really okay for you?" You turn your head to look at him.
He lifts his head to look at you, a surprised raise to his eyebrows. "Are you asking because I stopped kissing you?"
You nod.
"Do you want me to be honest?"
You nod again.
"If I would have kept kissing you, I don't know if I could have stopped there. Your lips just- you taste like something I can't quite explain, you know, but it felt too good. Didn't want to pressure you into anything just because I didn't want to hold back. It's just- there's something about you that takes me in."
"I liked kissing you too." You completely turn around now, his face only centimeters away from yours.
"Do you want to do it again?"
You kiss him. Deeply. Trying to put all of the emotions of safety you're feeling into the kiss, and there you taste it again. Caramel, Hazelnut, the feeling of warm morning sun on your skin. And you don't want to let it go.
Before you know it, your hands find hold on his chest, gently caressing him over his shirt. You feel one of his big hands taking yours, gently holding it onto himself so you can feel his heart beating a little faster. Yours does it too. You shift closer to him. Everything is still too far away.
This time, it's you who breaks the kiss. You look into his eyes.
"I want you, Hendery." You're still so close that you can feel his breath hitch against your skin.
"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper. Is he trying to hold himself back? As an answer, you let your hand wander over his tummy downwards, deeper and deeper until you reach the hem of his sweatpants. You feel him gasp.
"You can have me any way you like," you whisper into his ear. That's all it takes for him to kiss you again, messier than before, but still contained. He shifts above you, caging you with his taller frame. You use the opportunity to let your hands finally wander over his body. You couldn't make it out under his baggy clothing, but he is pretty slim, but muscular still.
"I want to taste you, baby," he mumbles into your mouth, "not just your mouth. I want to taste everything."
His words make you whine against him. In this moment, you don't care you didn't properly shave this morning, you don't care about anything else than the man above you, who wants you just as bad as you want him.
You allow him to take his pants off you (that he gave you before you went to bed) and you open your legs for him to have you. You feel goosebumps prickle over your skin as his breath hits your core. And when he finally leans in to taste you, you're gone. The way his tongue tangles around your clit, the way he sucks you into his mouth is heavenly. Never has anyone made you feel quite like this.
Raw moans leave your lips, catching his ears and spurning him on as he fucks his tongue into your hole, revenging the inside of your wetness like a starved man. You can hear him groan.
Hendery looks up at you, keeping steady eye contact as he inserts a finger into you, slowly pushing in, making you feel every centimeter of it before he curls it up, moving in and out to rub over that sensitive area inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, and he uses the loss of eye contact to focus on your core again, adding a second finger before diving in, lapping skillfully at your clit.
Right now, you feel like you're in heaven. Or in hell, because it's too hot and sexy to be heaven. Either way, you feel your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. You don't hold back, moans spilling from your lips as you let yourself go onto his tongue, onto his fingers that move so perfectly inside you that you could cry. The waves of your orgasm crash over you in a way you feel like you've never felt before. You cry out Hendery's name, your hands holding onto his hair as he lets you ride out your high on his tongue, only pulling back after leaving you overly sensitive.
He comes back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself and for some reason, it's the sexiest thing you can imagine right now. You still want him inside you, though. and you let him know by desperately rocking your hips against his.
"Please, I want you in me, Hendery"
He does as you say, not being able to wait any longer to finally unite with you, finally be as close to each other as possible. He removes his pants and you can't wait for him to finally, finally enter you as you feel his tip against your entrance.
He is big, stretching you out deliciously as he fills you up, his cock seemingly having no end as he keeps sinking deeper into you. You cling into his shoulders, eyes finding his in this moment of oneness as he bottoms out inside of you. Never have you felt so full, so complete, heart fluttering away in your chest along with the butterflies in your tummy.
"So big," you sigh as you feel him slowly move, clenching around him almost as if your walls didn't want to let him go. He tries to hold back his sounds so he can hear you properly, letting out the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. He wants to give you the world, just as you want to give it back to him. You could stay like this for hours, forever, you don't want anything else. There's nothing else in your mind but him, him, him, as he keeps dragging his tip along your walls.
However the night ends, whether it fades into day, you don't care. As long as he's with you, you don't have a worry in the world.
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hyuckieslove · 1 year
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nct ot23 as high school students
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taeil:
normally he's really quiet
but he's just so fucking weird when he's with his friends
the type of kid you'd make embarrassing but cute memories with
choir kid with an amazingly powerful voice
really wholesome too
johnny:
weirdly loveable dickhead
gratingly dumb but at least he's cute
stupidly cute at that
makes random dumb jokes in the middle of class that you sadly find funny
used to be one of the dudes that moaned really loudly in middle school
and sometimes still acts that way
make you wonder how you ever had a crush on him
taeyong: 
baby but also mom friend
helps everyone with everything
sometimes takes on too much but somehow handles it in a way that doesn't lead to a total mental breakdown
sweetest person ever.
yuta:
BISEXUAL.
lowkey intimidating with absolutely no filter
but fluffball on the inside
one moment he's the straightest person in the room, next he's trying to make out with mark /srs
so. fucking. flirty.
would ask for your number and say it's for a project/homework or whatever but only text you random and very questionable tiktoks
ig it's his ✨special✨ way of flirting
doyoung:
endearingly annoying nerd
never shuts up during class but somehow always scores really high
LOVES to argue with people *cough* taeyong *cough*
he's on the debate team and absolutely demolishes his opponent
to the point that they cry
has a really tight-knit friend group he's the mom of
secretly really caring
kun:
kun would probably be the one of the smart preppy nice kids
like that one really nice kid who basically adopts you (the new kid) and makes you feel at home
he probably tutors kids in his class or younger for free
everybody (even the teachers) knows and loves him since he brings in baked treats every now and then for no reason at all<3
all in all an absolute sweetheart
ten: 
ten would definitely be one of the artsy, indie kid that is very gay lol
he'd do extra credit projects solely because he's bored and has a ton of ideas
it'd turn out really impressive and would get him double the credits
has impeccable taste in literally everything, esp music and clothes
jaehyun: 
no one knows anything about him but is somehow really popular
rarely talks but when he does everyone, men, women, and neither, alike all swoon
insanely weird but no one notices because he's also insanely handsome
winwin: 
quiet kid
barely pays attention in class but always get really good grades
seems totally innocent
but could kill you if he wanted
always reading books or manga
secret weeb lol
jungwoo:
sinnamon roll
looks super innocent but actually very dirty
his looks and voice just dont match the things he says at all
uwu nevertheless
always really smiley
trys to make you feel better with dumb jokes and cookies when you're feeling down
mark: 
confused™️
either doesn't pay attention
or genuinely trys but forgets a second later because of johnny being a (lovable) dick
legit trys his hardest but ends up getting help from taeyong or kun
takes on too many projects and is lowkey overworked from it
but all of his friends are there for emotional support <3
xiaojun:
he'd also be one of the really sweet smart kids, esp after kun adopted him
trys his best but gets average grades
thankfully has the rest of his friends for emotional support
very musically talented (like seriously, he has the voice of a literal angel) so def a choir/theater kid
lucas: 
funny popular dude who actually super sweet
loud af
makes the most random jokes and has a TON of confidence
the whole school knows him
but also would help you if you dropped all your books and class starts in 3 minutes
the type of dude to sing about beans in front of the whole ass school
hendery:
gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 1
speaks in tongues (gamer tounges to be specific)
constantly quotes old vines
living meme
but surprisingly smart
and somehow gets 99% on like every test
learning japanese because of anime
says he wishes he was an anime waifu but you can't tell if he's joking or not
renjun: 
renjun is also one the artsy indie gay kids
and he would also spend a lot time with music, either playing an instrument or singing to/with his friends
extremely talented with languages, probs the best scoring french student
he's rlly thoughtful and would also make his friends really pretty drawings of thing they like or stuff that reminds him of them for birthdays
jeno:
wholesome™️
will give anyone a copy of his notes (which are, like really pretty and helpful)
he's a really good student
really introverted too, but has no problem talking to and being nice to people
haechan:
is royalty and knows it.
sassy mini doyoung
is so much like doyoung in many ways but is also out for doyoung's blood
doyoung: breathes
haechan: shut the fuck up asshole im using your toothbrush to scrub yuta's toenails you bitch
unapologetically himself 👑
has superior music taste (beyonce, britney spears, lana del ray, need i say more?)
jaemin:
the kid thats popular solely because hes the nicest person on earth
is friends with 70% of the school but has like 6 really really close friends
joking flirts with his close friends all the time
but panicked gay when they flirt back lol
(that last part totally isnt me 😅)
yangyang: 
gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 2
probably high on something
dirty minded 12 year old little brother vibes
he's secretly smart and gets good grades but no one would think that because of how dense he acts
does tons of stupid things
but only when he's with his friends
when he's alone he's just unnervingly quiet
shotaro: 
the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 1
really helpful tho
kinda hides behind kun and taeyong
but has a really unique personality once you get to know him
will talk a lot with people he feels comfortable with
but is a great listener too
cinnamon roll
sungchan: 
the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 2
also very chaotic
you would think he's really soft spoken and nerdy at first glance but really he's a lucas in the making
also very good at sports in general, esp basketball, unsurprisingly
once he's out of his shell, and combined with the other members, hell will be unleashed
chenle:
questionably rich weird smart kid
probably is the head of a mafia
has tons of empty monster energy cans in his locker
and only one broken pencil
little brother who plays minecraft energy
jisung:
baby
somehow more clueless than mark
thoughtful tho
extroverted introvert
super shy in public but is a whole new person with close friends
really bubbly and sweet
truly a new soul
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breadcatcreations · 2 years
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7:52pm
Chenle's eyes meet yours, a soft whine slips your lips. Chenle pulls your hair making you face forward. he only continues to pound into you. "If you listened and didn't flirt with everyone we wouldn't be here, would we?" you only made eye contact with him through the mirror as he spoke. he has a look of anger and content in his eyes.
he had you bent over the sink in the family restroom, where his other group mates and their girlfriends ate to celebrate the 6 years of Dream. in your defense you were just being nice and Chenle took It the wrong way.
"Such a fucking little slut," he hissed through gritted teeth. moans slipped past your lips. his words only made you knees weaker. "Please le le, I'm sorry" you stuttered out as he pounded you into counter. he only pulled you back against his chest by your hair. slipping his hand over your mouth. "Shut up baby doll, do you wanna get caught?" he hummed as his hips rammed into yours. you only whimpered in response.
God he loved seeing you like this. He stops moving. Theres a knock at the door, both of you stay quiet. Another set of knocks pound against the door, “Chenle, dude I know your in there.” Haechans voice seeps through through the locked door. “The foods here, hurry up please. Mark wont let us eat Intel you come back,” he whines.
Chenles thrusts start up again, leaning down whispering in your ear, “hurry up baby,” he breathes against your neck, pecking you soft spot gently. “Don’t want your food to get cold do you baby,” chenle whispers i to your hair.
“Please be out in like 5 minutes please,” Haechan pleads through the door. “Okay, thanks for the heads up, I’ll be out soon. Sorry this is taking so long,” he laughs out, keeping his hips moving.
Your whines and moans start to get more higher pitched. Moving his hips fast, knowing your almost at the edge. He pressed soft kisses against your jaw as you tipped over the edge. “Shh baby,” he soothed. Quiet Moans and whines slipped your lips. Moving one of his hands over your mouth. Hold you there fucking you through your high. Pulling out kissing your clothed shoulder.
He turned you around holding you in his arms. “Shh,” dropping the shirks that was in his arms. Holding your head against his chest.
He leans you against the sink as he pulled up his jeans, shoving him self back in his pants. Pulling back in his arms. “Let’s get you some food baby,” he said as he whipped away the stray tears. You wrapped your arms around his waist, following his lead.
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onlyrosyjohnny · 1 year
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sweet and sulky [drabble]
-fluff/crack; established relationship
-boyfriend!Hendery x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: mentions of food
[9:47 PM]
“I can’t believe that you did this to me. I’ve trusted you since the beginning, how could you?!”, Hendery said those words with much hurt in his eyes. 
He just got home after his theater club rehearsals. They were preparing for a performance for the upcoming school festival and he did get one of the supporting roles. 
“Can you please calm down? Why are you making this a big deal?”, you replied in a calmer manner not wanting to upset him further but you still think that he’s making this a bigger deal than it really is.
“You made a promise! I was waiting for this part of the day, I was very excited to come home and spend the evening with you. I was giving it my all during the rehearsals because I was excited to meet you. And now, now I get home and see that you’ve broken your promise?”, now you can also hear a hint of disappointment in his voice. 
“Hendery, why are you making it sound like I made a horrible mistake?”, you replied while trying to stifle a laugh. This is getting out of hand, although you do think that him being mad about the situation is kinda funny and cute actually. 
This is the first time you see him be this sulky. He’s typically a laid back guy and has a little bit of the go with the flow attitude. And tonight, you kinda messed up. You should start planning different ways you can make it up to him. 
“Because you promised that we will watch the first episode of the Chainsaw Man together! I also wanted to surprise you for dinner. I even got your favorite spaghetti”, he showed the paperbag that he was holding as he spoke. You can see that he really looked forward to tonight. Guilt starts to creep into your senses. 
In your defense, the only reason you started the episode without him was because you were seeing too many clips of it on the internet. Too much excitement came over you and just decided to watch it before he comes home and then just watch it with him again later. 
“Well actually, about the dinner….. I actually just ate dinner. I ordered chicken wings before coming home”, you said slowly.
“You ate dinner without me?!” He said with a very shocked voice and a taken back expression. Now he surely feels betrayed.
This is gonna be a long night of making it up to him for sure. 
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I actually haven't seen Chainsaw Man but it looks interesting! Also I just think Hendery is the type to really be excited for date nights <3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the people, characters, names, or concepts mentioned above. Please do not post my work in other platforms without my permission. Reblog, like, or any comment is gladly appreciated.
Much love, dreamer
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what-if-nct · 2 years
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Hendery: Why can Bella,Louis & Leon lick your feet but I can't?
Kun:
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Sign Me Up
- Part 2 -
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Scenario: decorating is done, but the signs are not the only thing up; now there are two incredibly horny people with nothing left to do
Pairing: Hendery x female reader
Requested: no
Genre: smut
Warnings: swearing, dirty talk, making out, mutual handjobs/ mutual masturbation (a bit of both), sex without condom (reader is on the pill tho)
Word Count: 2100+
A/N: hope I didn't forget any warnings? It's spicy but not too explicit in the end, I tried to let it get light again because I didn't want to lose the humorous aspect entirely.
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When you were finally done, the enthusiastic feeling rose up again as you were excited to see all the work lit up brightly. But since it was only late afternoon, it wasn't nearly dark enough yet. It bummed you out more than expected.
"We should have done it later. It doesn't give the right vibe with so much daylight", you stated with a pout, as you stood together, looking at the neon signs. Your shoulders were sinking a little.
Hendery laughed. "Hold on. I got blackout curtains."
With a couple of steps, he was at the window and quickly darkened the room. Slowly he traced the way back to you and looked around, nodding to himself. "Yep. That's more like it."
The signs seemed to glow much stronger now, illuminating the direct space around them in the colorful neon light.
Satisfied with the outcome, you smiled in the relative darkness and just slowly made out his silhouette while your eyes adapted to the new situation. "It's pretty cool", you admitted. "But maybe you didn't have to close the curtains all the way."
"Why? Are you scared?" He moved closer towards you and teasingly let his fingers glide along your bare shoulder to make you shudder. "It's just for the effect. And also, just "pretty cool"? You're hurting my feelings."
You shivered lightly at the sudden touch, giving him exactly the reaction he had wanted. "Well, Xiaojun would hate them, that much is for sure." You giggled softly, starting to feel a bit nervous.
The playful atmosphere from before had somehow become filled with tension more and more. In addition to the mindless flirting, the constant mentions of those dirty phrases that seemed to get burnt into your brain, the lack of sunlight helped create a different mood now.
"And I would bet that you'll get more lucky in the future", you dared to hint.
"In the sense of..?", he murmured mischiviously. As a matter of fact, Hendery was quite certain that there was something between you. But he wanted to push you a little more, tease you and have you say it, instead of somehow taking advantage.
"In the sense of: blackout curtains might be nice if you like sleeping during the day but soundproof walls would make more sense because of all the sex you'll be having thanks to your upgraded interior. And yes, you're welcome."
 "Welcome for..?", he asked, waiting for more information again with a wide grin. "That nearly sounded like a warning. Should I be scared now?"
You huffed dramatically. He needed to stop acting dumb because you really weren't sure what to do with it. Was he still messing around? You weren't simply going to admit to the heat building inside of you. "Wow, I guess all those signs do is lie. So, why did you have me coming over? Just to do all that work?"
"Hey, you didn't squeeze to play. Plus you jumped like three areas before that without finishing the quests", he was quick to defend himself, getting your pointed comment immediately.
You swallowed, contemplating for a moment. But you concluded, with that he had to be aware of provoking you, so you should just be blunt as well.
"That's not true", you pondered and cleared your throat as you faced him to make sure he would get the message. Your eyes had gotten used to the different light situation by now and found his stare just fine.
"I might have jumped one area because we simply didn't go there. I didn't even get the chance to sign up for that challenge. But the wet and juicy is accomplished, at least on my part. And if I remember correctly, I did ask for that free sample." You chuckled nervously and overcoming the hesitation, you moved closer, nearly brushing up against him. "Do you still want me to squeeze -"
He cut you off by pulling you into a kiss. Eagerly, your lips moved against his, latching on to him, the desperation breaking lose.
"This is your sign to fuck me, by the way", you breathed out between heated kisses.
"I got that. And thank fuck! Honestly, after all the practically dirty talk we had..."
You shut him up with another kiss. His hands were groping your butt. Your fingers moved up into his hair, tugging at the strands.
"Cannot believe I had to decorate to get laid", he noted with an airy chuckle when you separated to pull up his shirt, forcing him out of it.
"Actually...", you began and a wicked grin was spreading on your face. You took a step away from him and bit your lip for a moment, making him wait. "I was thinking... It would be really hot if you jerked off in front of me", you whispered and slightly pressed yourself against him again, your hand now gliding to the huge erection straining his pants at the crotch. "I could get that glorious cum shot all over me."
Hendery listened to your words, his ears practically perking up as you pitched ideas again and his eyes closed in tries to concentrate enough to follow despite your actions. He was painfully horny by now.
Through the fabric you gave a gentle squeeze to his cock and felt it twitch. The involuntary move against your hand made you hum in satisfaction. You placed a teasing kiss on his cheek before you continued to whisper.
"Or you could lead me to the blowjob area first. Use the space. Have you cum in my mouth." As you spoke, you moved your hand up and slipped it beneath the hem of both, pants and boxers, causing him to groan lowly at the direct touch when you wrapped around his length and pumped it twice. "You're really hard."
His entire posture became stiff as he leaked with precum. "God. You're fucking crazy." He lifted up a hand to grab your teasing one by the wrist, his lusty gaze meeting yours in the barely lit room and he moaned again when he dictated the pace for the next couple of strokes you gave him. "Get on the bed. You can have that free sample. Now."
You chuckled at the desperate tone and drew your fingers out of his pants again. Then with a swift move, you got rid of your top and skillfully stripped out of your own pants as you watched him take off his. The clothes were dropping to the floor fast.
He swirled you around to push you backwards onto his mattress, following suit as soon as he had slipped out of his boxers. His cock sprung free now and without hesitation, you reached out and started pumping him. He settled a bit more comfortably, kneeling and sitting back on his heels between your spread legs.
You were still wearing your underwear and his fingers slowly traced the outlines of the fabric. Looking up at him, you saw he was biting his lip, seeming like he was holding back. "Just touch me", you whispered.
And with your free hand, you led his fingers down and laced with yours gently pushed them inside your panties. "Feel how wet I am." Rubbing his fingers between your folds and coating them, simultaneously you kept gliding yours up and down his shaft.
"Oh God. I think I love you." He smirked slightly and bit his lip not to groan from pleasure. "Fuck. You're so wet." With no more guidance, he pushed a finger inside of you and quickly added another one. "And so hot. Look at you."
"You could fill me up so good", you sighed out sensually, moving your thumb over the tip of his dick just to drive him crazy some more.
Meanwhile you were arching your back when he was moving in and out of you, covering his digits in your warmth thoroughly, only to trace up to your clit and start rubbing the sensitive spot in circles.
Immediately you pressed your eyes shut, an intense feeling washing over you. Your breath was going faster and you let out desperate  whines. You hadn't been touched like this in months.
"Fuck", you muttered and tried to relax more but still your voice came out brittle. "This was supposed to be about making you cum."
You had trouble concentrating on a steady rhythm to get him off while he seemed to push all the right buttons.
There had been no way for you to see this coming. All you had expected was some hot and meaningless sex. And frankly, on top of everything, you thought you might be drunk for that.
"You want me to cum?", Hendery asked provocatively  and withdrew his hand from you, moving it to lightly squeeze your thigh. It was almost like he was making fun of you now.
"Touch yourself. And I will jerk off and cum all over you, like you asked", he promised when your eyes met his again. Then he quite literally took it into his own hands, signalling you to let go of his erection as he wrapped his own hand around it. He palmed himself, holding the eye contact with you.
You followed his example and did what he wanted. And soon you closed your eyes again, your orgasm slowly building up as your body  slithered in front of him. Soft moans escaped you now.
Your lips were parted, looking like an open invitation.
Somehow the dominance had shifted and he was calling the shots. You didn't understand how that had happened.
"I knew I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you but... God... You're so perfect."
With his free hand, he searched for your breast and gave it a gentle squeeze before his fingers started playing with your nipple, stimulating you even more while his other hand slowed down. He didn't want to cum just yet.
"Hendery..." His name left your mouth in a shaky breath, whimpers following.
"Please... I want you inside of me."
He could have moaned just from hearing you say that and in a cautious hunch, he stopped papming his erection before anything could happen. A part of his brain was able to still think rationally, despite the all consuming lust from your bodies. "Do I need a condom?" His hand slowly dragged down from your breast, fingertips across the soft skin of your stomach to feel and explore even more of you.
You reacted quickly now, leaving off of yourself to wiggle out of your underwear right in front of him as you spoke hastily. "I'm on the pill."
His eyes were focused on you. Too focused to fully grasp your words. "Is that a no?" Should he still search for protection nonetheless? Just in case? God, he couldn't take it anymore. You were gorgeous. And all of that was waiting for him.
Impatience also found its way into your tone, although you were satisfied and a bit amused by Hendery seeming so caught on your nudity that he became inattentive of the words. Your answer came vehement to shake him out of that state.
"Yes, Hendery! Just fuck me already."
And you didn't have to tell him twice.
In the next moment, he already pulled you closer towards him by your hips and aligned his throbbing erection with your entrance.
He groaned loudly when he glided inside of you, pausing for a second before starting to thrust into you slowly.
It only took him a few seconds before picking up the pace and pounding into you deeper.
And he kept swearing, saying just how good you felt around him.
You and Hendery moaned in unison, your naked bodies meeting in fast, rhythmic moves. The loud, lustful noises filled the room quickly with your heavy breath and the heat radiating from you both. 
He snapped his hips faster, burying his dick deeper in your wet pussy. Again and again. He felt euphoric and like he was losing his mind at the same time.
The sounds you made only let his orgasm come sooner. After just a few more thrusts into you, he found his release with an abrupt grunt and shaky limbs.
"You rest and I will order some pizza in the meantime, okay? Just nap and recharge." You could tell he would need that.
"Seriously, marry me", he mumbled, already drifting off after shooting his shot.
You watched him for a little bit as the exhaustion had him doze off immediately. "Men", you mumbled quietly and shook your head with a small grin on your lips.
One thing you had to give to him, though. He did fuck you really well. And regardless of how desperate he was to get off, he wanted to know you're taken care of, too. That meant something.
Maybe you weren't opposed to this kind of fun on a more regular basis. After all the sign was up.
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