haechan’s good girl

Hot Sauce promotions finally come to an end. Jeno has been doing this for years but somehow every comeback is more exhausting than the last one– their management fitting more interviews and promotional activities into a fixed two-week period. He reckons it’s the price to pay for their ever-growing fame… but Jeno can’t bring himself to celebrate.

Jeno drops his duffel bag onto the floor as soon as they arrive back to the dorms, a more than audible sigh escaping his lips as his eyes scan the messy, chaotic living room. He was never anal about tidiness but there’s got to be a line drawn here – and as the eldest, that is his responsibility. After Mark graduated from their unit, taking over the shoes of being a leader has been such a challenge for Jeno who prefers to go with the flow rather than direct it.

Jeno purses his lips in hesitation, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he blinks in deep thought.

He inhales sharply. “Bro, I understand it’s exhausting being in two groups at once but… we’d really appreciate it if you can keep at least the communal areas clean so you don’t leave more work for other members,” he says flatly, his voice void of any emotion as to keep it as casual as possible. The last thing he wants is for Haechan to feel like he’s being a burden to his teammates when Haechan does the absolute most to uplift and help the members, not just in their unit but also the whole collective group.

He looks over his shoulders, brows furrowed as he scans the heads behind him in search of the notorious brown curls.

“Oh, he took off as soon as we were done with work,” Jisung explains as the rest of the older members turn their heads to him for an explanation as to why he’s the last one to enter.

“He ditched the ride home so our manager was pretty pissed. He was too exhausted to deal with it though so he just let him leave.”

Jisung apologetically pats the eldest’s shoulder on his way to his room. It must have been sitting at the back of Jeno’s mind for days. He was probably finding the right time to say it while also taking Haechan’s mood into consideration– which is why it’s understandable when Jeno storms into his room pissed as hell, slamming the door behind him as he mutters about how he wishes people considered if he was tired of taking responsibility all the time.

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“Are you gonna cum for me? Who’s a good boy?”

The woman jerks off a man on all fours as he falls apart underneath her, whimpering like a puppy as she blows his ass from behind with her rubber cock.

“M-Me… I’m your good boy,” Jeno cries into the illuminated screen with a cheek pressed into his mattress, two fingers in his ass while his other hand jerks his cock off. He’s feverishly hot, his chest and face turning a bright shade of pink as he matches the pace of the woman.

“I’ll c-cum so much for you. I promise I’m a good boy,” he milks his cock for the hundredth time this week, sobbing as he desperately gets on his knees to sit on his hand, adding another finger inside him as he desperately chases an orgasm that just wouldn’t come.

In the neighboring room, Haechan sits in pitch dark with nothing but his iPad illuminating his face from above his shaking thigh, porn video paused and forgotten with one airpod taken out as he listens to Jeno miserably jerking himself off in the next room. A dirty, almost sadistic smirk creeping up on his face as he feels another orgasm coming, painting the screen of his device yet again as he hears a faint squeaking of bed and a man breaking down into sobs.

Thanks to Jeno, Haechan got through the first week of rigorous work by listening to the other cry himself to an orgasm every night. His girlfriend has been teasing him by sexting him all week and it’s not until the promos end that he can actually get his dick wet. He was missing you so badly, thinking of you every second he wasn’t on camera. It was painful not having you around when he needed to get off– which was every night. Thankfully though, Jeno’s there to provide him with some top notch audio to jerk off to every night. It wasn’t the same… but it was good enough to make him cum every night.

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Jeno huffs as he stares at the receipt notification, his anger once again rising. It’s like Haechan didn’t learn anything from his ridiculous dating scandal with Ryujin a few months ago; eyes are hot on him more than ever. It’s reckless to run out and see you like this straight from work where fans and paparazzis tail him. To Jeno, it’s as if he’s asking for trouble.

Haechan picks the call up without giving Jeno any acknowledgement, panting hot breath into the screen as he pulls his cock out of your leaking pussy.

““Are you insane? You could have been follo–” Jeno starts talking into the receiver as soon as the call goes in.

With Haechan’s bare shoulders visible on screen, collarbones glistening in sweat and your faint moaning in the background, it’s safe for Jeno to assume Haechan’s whereabouts and that this is not the time to be nagging him on a call yet there he is… turning up the volume of his airpods.

Haechan stares at Jeno’s face on the screen, chuckling as he watches Jeno’s uptight expression fall into something that seems confused… and aroused.

“You called just in time,” Haechan says as he lifts your ass up from the bed, parting your legs with his thigh as he switches to the back camera. “I’m sorry, bro. Let me make it up to you.”

“Show him how much you made me cum, baby,” he rubs your ass as loads of his cum oozes out of your heat, calling out his friend’s name as he zooms into your hole with the phone in his other hand.

“You see that? Don’t wonder why I’m never home. My girl is so good to me—“ Donghyuck laps your hole up as a huge load oozes out, eliciting a hiss from you before you’re reaching for his head and pushing his tongue further in your core.

“Ahh yeah, just like that, Hyuck. Show Jeno how good I am for you,” you moan out as you look into the camera, fisting Haechan’s soft curls as Jeno watches.

“You really are disgusting,” Jeno quips, as his length grows in his pants. “You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?”

Haechan slurps his cum out of your heat, the disgusting noise of his filth resonating through Jeno’s earphones. He pulls away from his meal, lips grazed with his own creamy cum to retort, “puppy’s mad I’m drinking his milk, huh? Why don’t you be a good boy and come here so we can give you some?”

His words creep on your skin and you shudder at the thought of Jeno eating cum.

Fucking Haechan’s friends was a thought that never crossed your mind but Jeno’s oral fixation was something that you always noticed whenever you watch their videos online. He just likes putting anything in that tiny mouth. He even has that perfect fat tongue that you would die to have in any hole of your body–

“Come quickly,” you murmur to yourself, the nasty thought your boyfriend planted in your head riling you up.

Your boyfriend laughs at this as he crawls on top of your back, holding the phone to both of your faces as he kisses your shoulder, leaving traces of his cum on your skin before slamming his cock into your pussy without warning. His other hand holds your neck upright, your fucked out face moaning right in the center of Jeno’s screen as Haechan warns him, “you better get here before either of us cum.”

Jeno opens his mouth to retort but Haechan ends the call, throws his phone to the side and rails  you as he asks, “you’ll be a good girl and let us fuck you however we want tonight, right?”

You realize it’s more of a statement than a question when his palm lands on your ass, earning a cry from you.

You never liked getting your ass spanked. No, you hated it and he knew that.

A harder one lands on the same spot and it stings, the spot throbbing and warming up as he rubs the flesh. You whine his name, pulling away from the excruciating pain and your boyfriend clicks his tongue, holding you in place by grabbing your hair.

“I thought you wanted to be good for me?” He says as he pants into your ear and you choke on your own spit trying to swallow back a cry. “If you want to be good you’ll let us do anything we want to you.”

Tears spring to your eyes and you sob, nodding furiously as you defiantly succumb to his desires.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you choke out as he flips you over, admiring the tears in your eyes as his thumb prods your lips, holding your mouth wide open before he lets a ball of spit land straight into your throat. His other hand wraps around your throat with just enough pressure, bringing more tears to your eyes as you swallow.

Haechan smirks as your throat contracts underneath his warm palm and wth a tone laced with pride he proclaims, “that’s my girl.”

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Jeno blinks at his phone. He called Haechan pissed as fuck and now less than a minute into the call, he has a hard-on in his pants.

It hurt his ego not being able to assert his dominance as the leader. It hurt even more that he can’t control his boner caused by the member he hated the most. But what hurts his ego the most is the fact that he’s on his feet now, recklessly running outside in the middle of the night without wearing a disguise just so he can put his cock in someone else’s girlfriend… hopefully.

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When Jeno gets to your place, you’re already thrashing around on Haechan’s lap as he lets his frustration out on your ass, your begging and crying audible from outside.

Your boyfriend soothes your flesh by rubbing his warm palm against it, making it sting even more. You hiss from the sensation, your hole clenching on the glass butt plug as you cry hot tears and beg for Jeno to do something.

“Shhh. Behave,” Haechan warns, pushing the plug further as it threatens to slip out of the puckered muscle.

He raises his head towards Jeno who is standing right by your bed, watching the scene unfold. “You actually came,” he chuckles as he shakes his head. He loves embarrassing Jeno like this in front of people… it just gets him off to break down figures of authority. Typical Haechan.

Jeno’s jaw flexes and anyone with eyes will see the fumes coming out of his nose. With clenched fists, he says in a low voice, “I shouldn’t have come here.” He lifts a foot to the direction of the door when–

“No. Stay,” Haechan commands and his eyes wander down to the tent in his friend’s pants, throwing him a compliment when he freezes in his spot.

“Good boy, Jeno,” he chuckles darkly and then points to the spot on the floor right between his legs. “Now, come. Time for dinner,”

Jeno inhales sharply, feeling the heat of anger and embarrassment rush to his face before his cock twitches in his pants. He can’t help it even if he wanted to; his dick seems to have a mind of its own and right now his dick is telling him to obey.

His feet lead him right in front of Haechan who silently orders him to get on his knees, pulling the butt plug out of your ass like a cork keeping his cum from spilling.

“Here’s your milk, puppy,” your boyfriend presents your hole to him by spreading your cheeks and you squirm in embarrassment and excitement, the images of jeno’s fat tongue flashing in your mind. A fat drop of your boyfriend’s cum slowly snaking out of your hole.

Jeno stares, half aroused and half ready to bolt out the door. There’s still time to turn back, he thinks. It doesn’t have to be weird if he pretends this never happened.

You whimper in agony when Jeno hesitates for too long, the embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of him too much for you to handle.

Haechan, ever impatient, grabs the back of Jeno’s head without warning and pushes his mouth into your ass saying “eat it, you ungrateful dog.”

His friend grabs your ass for balance when he drowns in flesh and cum, pulling away momentarily to process that he’s eating his friend’s cum out of your ass.

Disgusting.

He throws his friend a glare before Haechan pushes his head back in, his fat tongue darting into your ass to feel the hot liquid coat his tongue, making the rest gush out and it makes a mess around his mouth like a puppy drinking milk from his bowl for the first time.

In his head, he doesn’t understand why he’s doing all of this, letting Haechan embarrass him and force him into doing things like this. It’s pissing him off immensely. And so he takes it out on your ass, spanking your flesh and darting his tongue in when your puckered muscle contracts. He was truly pissed at Haechan… but right now he’s got his tongue too far up your ass to think straight.

You look over to grab a fistful of his black hair, cooing at him when his eyes flicker up to yours.

“Oh fuck yeah,” you curse against gritted teeth, the feeling of his eyelashes lightly grazing your sensitive, stinging ass driving you insane.

“Jeno– f-fuck!” Your legs give in as you quiver in pleasure, making Jeno push his face further into your ass to hold your weight up on Haechan’s lap. He growls into your ass, moaning and groaning as he desperately chases your pleasure.

The sight of you bent over Haechan’s thigh, quivering with his friend’s face in your ass sends him over the edge, making him curse loudly as he yanks Jeno by his hair to shove his throbbing cock in his mouth.

“Want some more? Here, take more of my cum.”

Jeno gags on his friend’s cock, struggling as Haechan locks his head in place, his nose touching his lower stomach as Haechan fucks into his mouth shakily.

“You were crying every night trying to fuck yourself to sleep,” he thrusts harshly into his mouth with the intention to gag him that brings tears to Jeno’s eyes, clumping his thick lashes together. Jeno struggles, strong arms pushing against Haechan’s waist to pull away. “Could hear you all the way from my room. Couldn’t think of my girl with you crying like a bitch in heat,” he adds, violently tilting his friend’s head upward to look him in the eye, his cock still in his mouth, locking his head in place as he thrusts shallowly.

“I like you better with my cock in your mouth. It’s quiet,” he says with a faint chuckle as the last rope of cum paints Jeno’s throat and he reels back coughing violently, the mix of bodily fluids dripping down his chin. He’s glaring up at Haechan when he recovers, chest heaving and heart beating in his ears, anger taking over him once again.

“WHAT THE FUCK–” Jeno pounces on Haechan, forcibly laying him down on your bed, fist up in the air ready to bust your boyfriend’s face when Haechan forcefully yanks him down by the hair and his chin, lips grazing Jeno’s cheek as the other struggles to break free.

“Don’t act as if you hate it. You came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” Haechan blankly points out before licking his own cum off his friend’s face. “You couldn’t cum for weeks so you came here to fuck my girlfriend the second I gave you the chance. If I were you I wouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

You palm the agitated boy’s balls from behind him and he is whimpering in his friend’s face.

“Listen to him and be a good boy if you want to cum, Jeno” you whisper seductively, nails lightly scratching on the print of his cock.. “We’ll give you treats.”

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You lay in the middle of the bed, each boy naked on each side. Jeno mouths on your breasts, licking and nibbling like a teething puppy as Haechan watches, refusing to touch himself the more he is aroused.

“Kiss her,” Haechan orders his friend and Jeno moans around your nipple, hand ghosting around the neglected one before he looks at you with cautious eyes.

“Do what he says,” you warn him, pulling him into a hungry kiss that earns silent, moany cheers from Haechan. Jeno’s hands roam your body, caressing your cheek with one and playing with your nipple with the other. You arch into his hand, lips parting and heavenly moans erupting from your throat as he traces circles around your areola, neglecting your sensitive nipple.

“God, you’re so hot,” Jeno murmurs into your lips when he slightly pulls away, studying your face looking straight back at him with need and desperation.

“Yeah? You think my girl’s hot?” Haechan watches both you and Jeno’s eyes, his cock twitching and slapping his stomach in jealousy. “Why don’t you fuck her real good then?”

You both look at him in confusion, the tone in his command either sarcastic or daring. Either way, he sounds a bit scary.

“Fuck her or get out of here.”

And so Jeno kneels on the bed, lifting your legs up from under your knees, nuzzling his nose in your inner thighs as he inhales your scent. He raises your legs above his shoulders, cock sliding between your folds as he leans over, face inches away from yours. “I’ll be a good boy for you, fuck you real good, yeah?”

He breaches in, brows furrowing and lips parting as your walls welcome him. He breathes through his mouth, accustoming himself to the tightness of your pussy as he slowly thrusts into you. You both watch as his cock slides out, your hole hugging around his thick girth following the direction of his cock as it refuses to let him go.

“I said fuck her, not tuck her to bed,” Haechan spits, throwing his head back in annoyance. “If I knew you fucked like a bitch I wouldn’t have called you over.”

Jeno closes his eyes, back muscles flexing under your touch as he calms himself down. You try to coax him into listening by murmuring, telling him how he’s splitting you in two and begging him to destroy you like the wild dog he is. He snaps at this comment and when he opens his eyes, you see a deranged look in his pupils before he’s railing you into the bed, splitting you in half with his cock drilling into you like a machine.

You’re screaming his name, crying as you tighten your hold on his shoulder to keep yourself in place. You beg for him not to stop, crying incoherent compliments about how good of a boy he is listening to orders, fucking you real good just like Haechan told him to do. You’re too engrossed in the world-shattering pleasure of having rail into you like a feral animal, chasing his own pleasure with such high stamina that you couldn’t care less about your boyfriend watching you get railed by his friend that you moan out Jeno’s name as you cum, whispering blasphemy into his ear as you look at him with an all fucked-out smile.

Haechan pumps his length to the pace of Jeno’s hips, egging Jeno to keep going. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he encourages, “be a good boy and make sure you cum in my girl.”

Jeno groans at the command, muttering about how he isn’t going to last long.

“Yeah? My girl’s pussy too tight huh?” your boyfriend asks rhetorically as he pumps himself, his arm near cramping. “Then cum in her right now, I want to see you do it,” he says as he walks closer to the foot of the bed, watching as you convulse under his friend’s muscular body, your feet shaking in the air.

“Oh my god, Jeno–” you cry, you scream, you scratch at his back as he spills his load into you, thrusting one last time into as his balls contract and he groans to the rhythm of his cum leaking into your heat.

Haechan watches in envy, a clear vision of you fucking a man other than him right in front of his face. It angers him… nearly drives him mad to hear you moan out a name other than his. It makes his cock throb so badly… feeling the intense urge to own you and show every man who looks at you that you are his.

As Jeno spills his seeds in you, Haechan quickly slips his cock into his clenched hole making him clench around your boyfriend’s cock even more. Haechan groans in pleasure, both from the tightness of Jeno’s ass and from the thought of violating and abusing him.

“Yeah, you liked fucking my bitch, didn’t you?” Haechan thrusts into him hungrily, both hands pushing Jeno’s head lower into your face, making you fold in half with each of your legs by the side of your face. “Did you love putting your children into her?”

Jeno wails, legs thrashing against the sheets as he tries to resist. You moan at his every movement, your pussy sensitive from overstimulation. “Haechan, fuck– Haechan please–” you beg him as Jeno’s cock reaches even further in the new angle, hot tears flowing down your face as he rocks Jeno’s body forward and into you.

“Haechan don’t stop–” you mewl, sobbing in-between begging and moaning. Haechan ruts into his friend’s ass, looking down at the live image of Jeno naked on top of you, angrily railing into his abused hole until Jeno’s legs start shaking.

He looks at you with eyes full of anxiety, the new experience and sensation confusing him. He feels violated… but why does it feel so good? Why does he like it? His confusion adds to the arousal, not knowing what the hell is happening and listening to the call of the flesh never felt this good.

“S-Shit,” Jeno curses, drool dripping from his parted lips and down to your cheek. “F-fuck, I’m cumming,” he says, veins on his neck and temples appearing as he tries to hold onto the suspense of pleasure. “Wait, stop–” he begs, pushing Haechan’s hips back with a hand as he screams into the mattress, legs shaking from the loss of a nearing orgasm. Haechan slaps Jeno’s balls and he jerks forward, crying as he convulses harder on top of you.

Jeno reaches back, leading his friend’s cock into his ass before thrusting back and you moan from the emptiness as his cock pulls out of your hole. “Fucking slut,” you spit at him as he thrusts into you once again, kissing you and moaning into your mouth as he chases his own pleasure both ways.

Your boyfriend is astounded by the sight of Jeno fucking himself on his cock and into you, both you and him staying completely still as Jeno’s chasing of his own pleasure brings you both nearer to an orgasm.

“You really do fuck like a bitch,” Haechan snides as he puts a hand on his hip as he bends forward, making him fuck himself faster on it. Jeno pulls away from the kiss abruptly as he cums from the derogatory comment, fucking his orgasm into you as Haechan takes over releasing into his friend’s ass, emitting a guttural groan.

Haechan pulls out first, watching Jeno’s reddened ass spill his cum out. “Who would’ve known you’d be my bitch too?” Haechan slaps his ass one last time before nudging him aside. Jeno slowly pulls out and his cock springs free when his cum forcefully gushes out, the amount of cum adding pressure enough to push his cock out of you. The both of them groan in satisfaction, Haechan slapping your pussy as he leans in, whispering against your lips before he pulls you in for a kiss, “what a good girl, you are.”

Your heart was beating out of your ears that you didn’t hear the sound of a video being recorded, but Haechan spares Jeno a curious look before looking back at you with a filthy smirk on his face.

You sob under him, the agony of a lost orgasm too much for you to bear. Haechan coos at you, wiping your tears with a thumb. “Shhh… don’t cry,” he whispers softly as he admires your tear-stained face, “you were such a good girl, you did so well,” he praises you, pushing hair away from your face as he slowly gets in position in-between your legs.

“Here’s your treat, baby” Haechan sweetly says, kissing your forehead softly as he leads his cock to your awaiting hole, watching your face closely as it contorts in pleasure.

You exhaustedly grind up his cock, emitting lazy moans as you can barely keep your eyes open, unsure whether you want to cum again or go to sleep.

“Haechan…” you protest, head shaking sideways, “I’m tired.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck as he basks in your familiar scent. “Just want to make you feel good. You deserve it,” he notes, nipping at your neck as his hands wander on your body. “I missed you so much.”

The sensation of his hot breath on your neck is always something you miss about him and so you lean into him more, tilting your head back to give him more access. You hum at the feeling of his soft, wet lips dragging on your skin, moaning breathily until you feel a different pair of hands– cold ones– snaking from above you to grope your breasts. Jeno joins in, his cock dangling near your face as he presses your breasts together.

“Mmm, you were such a good boy,” you tell him, not anymore to manipulate but rather to simply praise him.

Haechan snaps his hips violently to reel you back in and you grind up when he does, nails scratching on his thighs in ecstasy. Jeno’s cock throbs and twitches and you lead his tip to the corner of your mouth, “here’s your treat,” you tell him as you tilt your head back, letting him push his massive length all the way in your throat.

“Fucking hell–” he shakes his head as he whimpers softly, checking the angle of the pointed phone camera beside him before sharing a look with Haechan. Your boyfriend nods and they start fucking into you at the same pace, Haechan’s cock pushing you upward and making you gag further on Jeno’s cock. The brutal pace has you choking, your neck filled with angry veins as you push on Jeno’s thighs.

“You can take it, can’t you, baby?” Haechan encourages, holding you in place by gripping your thighs down onto the mattress. Jeno does the same, taking your wrists and pinning them on the bed as he watches the silhouette of his cock appear and disappear on your neck. Your hips lift up and liquid violently shoots onto Haechan’s hips, making him curse your name out as he drills mindlessly into you.

You wriggle in place, convulsing and trying to break free as you gag and choke, no air left in your lungs to whine or moan. The two friends abuse your holes in pursuit of their climax, your struggling and shaking body sending them near the edge faster as they watch you gag on cock, your hurling being the last straw for Haechan as he pulls out, shooting an immense amount of cum on your stomach, encouraging Jeno to do the same. Jeno paints your face and chest with his cum, muttering to his friend about how damn hot you are and how he’s never cum this hard in his life.

Haechan stands up from the bed to retrieve his friend’s phone, turning the flash on to show off how much they came on you, groaning when the camera pans to your face and he finds you passed out with saliva and Jeno’s cum all over your face. “Shit, baby,” he says as he lovingly pushes hair away from your face with his free hand, “you’re the best.”

It’s one of those rare nights that you get to have for yourself. Aside from work, the limited free time you have is spent looking after your new hybrid companion Johnny, who proved to be higher maintenance than any cat hybrid you’ve ever seen.

It’s one of those rare nights that you get to have for yourself. Aside from work, the limited free time you have is spent looking after your new hybrid companion Johnny, who proved to be higher maintenance than any cat hybrid you’ve ever seen.

You suppose it’s not entirely his fault that he towers at seven feet, but him being the biggest feline hybrid in history is what’s taking so much of your sacred me-time.

For starters, he has a big appetite.

He eats inhumane portions per meal, per day. His fraction of the grocery budget alone almost costs as much as a couple months’ rent. It doesn’t help that he’s choosy with food either, preferring to brew his own coffee and eat only grade A meat because he says “they help keep my stamina up!”

As if he ever needs to use his stamina in this household. All his energy is spent looking pretty and taking pretty pictures. Not that you’re complaining.

Johnny also has expensive hobbies.

He’s a well-behaved cat that can amuse himself for hours and you love that about him. The reason you sought a hybrid companion was that they’re smarter than animals but less complicated than an actual human boyfriend-- but you didn’t put into account the actual cost of hybrid maintenance outside their basic necessities.

He collects cameras, old and new. He started with taking photos of the streets outside your window, of people across your building, while he perched prettily beside his bedroom window.

Later on, he learned that camera lenses have different apertures, similar to how feline eyes adjust to light. This sparked his love for photography and this is how he started collecting.

“I can make you see things the way I see them!” he said so sweetly when he asked for his first camera, so how could you even resist Now, you even pay for the maintenance and materials of his newly-built dark room where he develops his own photos.

You always note to learn how to say no to him but when his ears start drooping and his tail stops swinging, you feel more like an animal than him.

“They never get the ratio right, I always get residue marks on my photos. What a waste! If I do it myself, we’d cut the cost more because I can see in the dark!”

Johnny has a point.

Or maybe you got manipulated into doing it. You’re not sure.

What you’re sure of though is he’s one hell of a hybrid to maintain. You willingly spend way more on him than you would on yourself and this is something you only recently came to comprehend.

“That’s the price you pay to not have to deal with complex humans in this even more complex world,” you sing yourself, and all parts of your being agree to this statement.

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Despite fully knowing that you have a giant hybrid to be responsible for, you can’t deny you want to indulge yourself tonight. Months of working nonstop to provide for Johnny is an investment you make for yourself because having him around keeps you happy and content… but you need rest. You’re only human and you get exhausted.

You retreat into your room after tucking Johnny into his bed and petting him to sleep, keeping your footsteps light on the creaky floorboards. You can’t wake him or else he’ll bust into your room whining about how you left him alone, and asking to be spooned because he’s cold.

Your heart melts whenever he gets clingy but you haven’t had time alone in months and it’s slowly driving you crazy.

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As always, you fall asleep without doing any of the things you planned to do for yourself tonight. Too consumed by exhaustion, you’re sprawled on your stomach, phone held loosely by your face, illuminating your round features as a random tiktok video plays on loop for hours.

You’re way too deep in your much-needed sleep, dreaming about Johnny opening your bedroom door to a vast forest. It feels too real, your eyes rapidly moving under your lids and your senses dulling. You hear the grunts and thuds coming from the other room but your mind doesn’t let you wake.

Your door cracks open and two sets of amber orbs emerge, studying your figure sprawled face-down on your bed. Johnny stealthily walks into the cold room, careful not to wake you with the creaking floorboards beneath his bare feet.

The sound of his low purring becomes more audible as it rings against the walls and your ears can hear this in your sleep but your mind doesn’t register it.

Johnny tries to bear the excruciating pain, palming the growing length in his sweats as he sits on the chair by the feet of your bed. His head is spinning, ears ringing. His lower lip tucked under his fangs as his eyes into hyperfocus, eyeing your illuminated face down to your ass, covered in nothing but lace.

Johnny’s cock twitches in his pants and his tail knocks your pen holder off your table, jolting you awake.

You crack open your eyes and look around the room, seeing nothing other than silhouettes of furniture in the dark room. You look over to your feet and find nothing until Johnny looks up, his eyes reflecting the faint light from outside your window.

You stare into his glowing orbs and your breath hitches in horror, your hands frantically searching for your phone in your sheets. Flashlight, I need flash—

Like a predator waiting for the right moment to attack, Johnny pounces on you, his large hands covering your mouth and nose. Not only can you not scream, you can’t breathe at all. His guttural purring resumes as he drags his fangs on the prominent vein on your neck,the audible rush of your blood and the beating of your heart making him delirious.

He mewls when your limbs try to struggle against his huge frame, taking pleasure in how helpless you are under him.

“It hurts right here,” he whimpers, grinding his hips against your own to find release. He’s throbbing, hard. You can feel the steady beat of his heart from the pulsing veins on his cock on your crotch. Johnny leads your hand to his groin, and your eyes widen when he presses himself into your hand harder.

“I want you. Need you.”

Johnny peels his hand off your mouth and he starts licking the corner of it needily, his strong arms pinning your struggling wrists down by the sides of your head, muscular legs tightly straddling your waist to keep you in place.

“J-Johnny,” you whimper out his name desperately and he sits back, watching you squirm beneath his gaze.

His hand slide in-between your legs, his fingers gliding between your folds to reach for the wetness pooling in your underwear.

“I can smell it, right here,” he almost whimpers when he positions himself between your legs, burying his nose in your soaked underwear. He emits a growl so low it’s almost inaudible, but you feel it in your pussy and your head reels in the brewing fear and lust. Johnny runs his tongue languidly on your soaked core like a predator finally devouring his prey, moaning at the sweetness of your juices.

“I can taste your fear,” he moans at his revelation, taking pleasure in your discomfort and confusion. His large hands snake underneath your sweater to knead your breasts, sinking his fingernails on your skin when he squeezes.

He trails them downward, his nails scratching down your stomach, marking you until they reach the hem of your panties, pulling them off swiftly so he can replace it with his lips around your clit. Your hands immediately grab onto the perky ears on top of his head for control, pulling on it whenever he grazes his fangs against your folds. You pry him off by his ears when he teasingly presses his teeth on your flesh, whimpering and hands trembling in fear.

His feline eyes shoot open, glowing eyes looking glaring as he growls into your pussy like a rabid animal.

Your body grows cold with the unfamiliar behavior, more wetness pooling in your heat the more you grow scared of him.

“J-Johnny, stop,” you push his head off with caution, afraid he might actually get violent.

The explicit sound of his slurping getting louder as you soak the sheets.

“Need to fuck you,” he frantically takes his shirt and pants off with one hand, the other pinning your thigh on the bed.

Johnny sits back on his heel, spreading your juices around his length by sliding himself in-between your folds. The moonlight illuminates the side of his face, his nose and chin dripping wet and glistening.

He mewls in pleasure, his cock gliding around disgustingly in your arousal.

“Need to fuck you up, fill you up with my cum.”

A harsh slap lands on your clit and it makes you yelp and jump, your juices splashing up on your lower stomach. Your eyes start welling up from the obscenity and unfamiliarity of his behavior.

Who was he even, anymore?

Johnny would never do this. He never uses his strength against you. He’s always gentle and respectful of your boundaries, always asking to be pet. He would never pounce on you… nonetheless threaten you by growling at you.

No, this is a different person.

With his quick reflexes, he slams you back down, putting weight over your back as his length prods at the entrance of your ass. Johnny wants to fuck you so bad he doesn’t care which hole he puts his dick in.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he purrs softly in your ear as you turn your head to your shoulder, sobbing as you plead for him to snap out of it. Your struggling makes it difficult for him to enter, his cock gliding in fluid gushing out of your pussy.

“Shhh… stop struggling, don’t make me bite you.”

Johnny grabs his length at the base, slowly leading the head of his cock into your ass, watching the tight hole slowly eat him up. His long tail slowly swings in-between your thighs, his breath in your ear hitching each time you squeeze around him.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans breathlessly. “You’re so tight, you always make me feel so good…”

He begins with an agonizingly slow pace, not because he’s concerned about hurting you but because it was physically impossible to intrude even further. He’s so large you feel like he’s splitting you apart from the inside, his length pushing into your guts.

It’s not just you who suffers from the intrusion though, That’s what Johnny believes.

You’re so tight he can’t move, his cock being sucked in painfully good. So good he wants to just pound into your ass until he can no longer feel anything, but he can’t. Not when you’re this tight… and it’s making him suffer indeed.

Your sobbing subsides as you try not to struggle in fear underneath him, your hand covering your mouth to stop yourself from hiccuping.

His large hand grabs you by the back of your neck for balance, pushing your head further into the mattress as he impatiently pulls out, thrusting his length to the hilt just to feel it again. Johnny growls, impatience taking over him and he pulls and thrusts the second time.

And the third.

And then he’s rutting into your ass mercilessly and you’re screaming into the mattress from being plowed raw. You claw at your sheets and at anything you can grab, screaming as you feel the head of his cock dig into the wall of your lower stomach.

The smell of your lust and fear fills the room, putting Johnny under an even stronger spell.

“You’ve never— s-smelled like this before,” he shares in-between hungry thrusts. So hypnotizingly and addictingly good.

“You smell like a—”

The thought alone makes him cum, letting out a lengthy groan as he spurts his seeds into you, his spine arching back in ecstasy.

Read Part 2 here.

Your door lock beeps as Hyuck enters the pin code to your new place. The lock plays a familiar tune as he pushes the door open, the hum of your new AC the only thing greeting him.

“Wow, you even have a fancy door way— jesus, it’s cold in here!” is the first thing he says, noting that the icy marble floors are too cold for the soft pads of his feet after he takes his shoes off at your door way.

“Hello?” he calls out as he emerges from the hallway, the echoing of his voice into the tall ceilings earning a nod of acknowledgement from him. His head looks into both directions before he finds you sitting on the edge of your loft bed.

“I don't remember you being this excited when you sexted me for two whole weeks,” he looks up to snark at you unabashedly, chuckling and smirking to himself as he drops his leather duffel bag on your couch. His smile falters as you audibly sigh, dropping your phone on your bed before putting your face in your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” concern evidently in his voice as he walks up the short flight of stairs, the sound of his feet lightly tapping on the boards comforting and soothing to hear.

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me," is all he says before you're reaching for him with both arms stretched out, sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling your face into his stomach as you let out a frustrated groan into it. Hyuck chuckles at the gesture, mumbling about how much it tickles.

“I was on my phone with my mom just now,” you start, resting your chin on his stomach as you look up at him. He softly hums as he urges you to go on, his hand softly caressing your hair.

“I was gonna ask her to come over tomorrow; show her my new place and catch up with her but she said she can't go because apparently, my sister just fucking booked them tickets to a whole fancy-ass european tour!”

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath to stabilize yourself. Nothing gets to you as much as your sister does, and he knows that. You feel the heat in your body come up to your eyes, tears pooling behind your eyelids.

Your sister knew you just moved to a new place—a really nice upgrade from your previous one. You were so proud and excited to show your mother how well you've been doing as the new star photographer and she just had to rain on your parade by making an even bigger gesture. How is your new loft in the heart of the capitol ever going to compete with a fancy-ass european tour?

Even if your mother visited your place after coming back from that damn tour, she isn't going to be as impressed anymore. You will pale in comparison to your sister, which was always the case.

Hyuck kisses the top of your head apologetically before he’s rubbing your arms in an attempt to comfort you. He drops to his knees to the floor on the edge of your bed, cupping your cheeks with his soft, warm hands. With his round brown eyes looking straight into yours, he pressed the softest kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry. I would’ve come here sooner if I knew— your mom loves me. I’m sure she would’ve come if I talked her into it,” he jokes and you’re laughing for a second before your face falls in a sudden realization; your own mother even likes Hyuck more than you. You suppose it's still a win for you because he's on your side of the court, but this realization is upsetting nevertheless.

Hyuck watches quietly as you disappear in your own thoughts, wondering if taking care of him was still on your agenda for the day.

In the duration of his two-week promotion, you've been messaging him nonstop about how you couldn't wait to take care of him when he's through with work. Yet here he is standing right before you in all his golden glory and all you can thinking about is competing with your god damned sister.

Hyuck takes matters in his own hands and interrupts your thoughts by straddling your waist, arms snaking around your neck as he slowly settles his crotch on yours.

You lose your train of thought at this distracting, overbearing behavior, your eyes traveling up to his to find him staring intently back at you, watching how easily he can intrude your thoughts by touching you.

He loves that about you; the way you're just as touch-hungry as him.

“That's right, my good girl...”

He slowly inches forward, warm breath tickling your face before his wet lips touches yours. His arms pulling you closer into his intoxicating kiss before they’re snaking down to your wrists, leading them down to his perky ass cladded tightly in denim.

You give him a tight squeeze, your nails scratching on the rough material which gets him moaning deliciously in your mouth.

He quickly frees himself of his jeans and underwear before he’s straddling you once again, blood already starting to rush to the length between his legs. He pulls you back into a sloppy, needy kiss, your hands wandering on his lower half. You can feel a shiver run down his body and the goosebumps rising on his skin as you graze your fingernails from his ass down to his thighs.

Hyuck starts grinding himself on your crotch in need but the lack of reaction from you makes him pull away.

“Focus on me,” he whines, his hands leading yours to his cock as he starts lazily thrusting in them. “I need you to be a good girl and take care of me like you promised.”

Your mind reels at him taking control despite his neediness. You can just feel your nipples tingle against your shirt from arousal.

“Please, anything for you,” you deviously smile at him as he lifts his shirt off, the baggy material revealing shiny new piercings on both his nipples. You moan at the sight, tongue circling on one before he could even throw his top to the floor. Hyuck laughs at the sight of you eagerly mouthing on it.

“You like ‘em?” he barely chuckles, hissing at how your warm tongue and the cold piercing felt on his erect nipples.

You respond to this by grabbing his now bare ass, your dominant ring finger circling on his rim to elicit more whines from him. His head falls back, back arching as he pushes his ass further into your hand and his chest into your face, mumbling to himself about how good you are to him all the time.

You pull away momentarily, lips swollen and glistening. “Say that again,” you ask needily.

He looks down at you, pupils blown, cheeks red and lips parted. The corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as he grips his length at the base.

“Not until you’re making me cum.”

You scoot back on your bed, spreading your legs apart and tapping on the space in-between to make him sit on it.

“Come here then, let me take care of you.”

His eyes light up at this, cock twitching on his stomach in excitement. He loves it when you take care of him.

He sits in-between your legs, feet flat on the floor, head resting back on your shoulder and arms falling outside your thighs to support himself.

“Spit,” you order him before he lets out a warm ball of saliva land on your palm. You spread it across his length, the warmth of your hand on his cock driving him to close his eyes in ecstasy.

You jerk him across the full length mirror standing a meter away from the edge of your bed, the view of him in this compromising position even more arousing to look from a third person perspective.

“Call me a good girl,” you whine. “I’m taking such good care of you, see?”

You nod at the direction of the mirror and that’s when he curses under his breath and fucks into your hand faster. “Fuck meee, that’s so hot…“

He frantically picks his phone up from the edge of the bed, quickly pressing the red button and holding it in front of the mirror to document this filthy deed. He spreads his legs even wider for the camera, his free hand now circling his puckered asshole.

"Ohh..." he says as he stares at his own finger circling his rim on the screen, eliciting a moan as he zooms into his hole. The footage gets shaky when you reach down to play with his balls and jerk him faster simultaneously, catching him off-guard with a wave of pleasure.

“Fuck— you’re so good to me, you’re such a good girl—“ he blurts out a chain of praises, almost as if he wasn’t just saying it to you but also for an audience to hear, his gaze locked on his phone screen.

“No one else can make me feel this good, I fucking love it when you get like this,” he zooms into the precum on the tip of his cock in the mirror, then out, and then into his nipple which you are now pinching in between your fingers.

"Ohh, baby..." he bites down his lip, senses overloading from pleasure.

“Yeah? Show them how good I make you feel.” You whimper in response to his praises, the thought of him showing this video to his friends to show off how well you treat him might make you come untouched.

“I love it when you’re such a good girl giving me everything I need,” he cries, chest shaking as he sobs uncontrollably. You look at your reflection through the screen of his phone, jerking him off faster when he zooms into his cock. He catches his cum violently shooting out of his cock on camera, hot liquid oozing out of his cock endlessly, landing on his chest and dripping down to his navel.

You take his phone out of his shaky grasp to capture his thighs shaking in the reflection.

“You came so much, baby. I’m the only one who can make you like this.” You kiss his temple before pressing stop.

You stand up, setting his phone aside and letting him catch his breath as you lap up his cum from his navel. Your tongue intrudes it, the sensation traveling straight to his cock that twitches and hits your chin.

You sit on your heels on the floor between his legs, breath now fanning on his needy hole.

“Call me your good girl, Donghyuck,” you ask him, lips too close to his rim, clouding his senses.

He lifts his head to look at you, only half of your face visible from his perspective with his balls and cock obstructing his vision. He drops his head on the bed with a strangled moan, cursing the heavens for how insanely lucky he is. “Fucking hell, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re my good girl— please—“

That’s all you need to hear before you’re lapping up his hole, the smoothness of your saliva mixing with the rough texture of your tongue giving him too much to be grateful for today. He repeatedly mumbles thank you, one hand pumping his raging shaft while the other wraps around his neck.

The sight has you moaning into his ass, one hand pressing into your own clothed, wet hole.

"Yeah, just like that— eat my ass like the good girl you are," he praises you yet again, stroking your ego and encouraging you to chase his pleasure once again.

Soon, he notices the absence of one of your hands, lifting his head to see where it went, only to you touching yourself in the mirror. He whimpers.

"Show me how you touched yourself while I was gone, baby," he commands as he props himself up on one arm, the other one jerking himself off lazily.

The command has you moaning in his ass, arousal pooling between your legs too much that you immediately slide your bottoms off. You finger yourself to the pace of your tongue in his ass, and Hyuck follows the pace of your fingers as he watches you defile yourself in the mirror.

You both fuck yourselves into an orgasm, resting your head on this thigh and mouthing on his balls as his cum lands on your face; on your eye, on your cheek, in your mouth. What a sight to see, the both of you.

Hyuck pulls you up onto the bed, licking his cum off your face hungrily as he positions himself above you, pumping his length to overstimulation before slipping himself inside your heat. The warmth has his thighs shaking in pleasure, Hyuck now depending on his arms to stabilize himself above you. Insatiable, he starts pounding you into the mattress without letting either of you recover from your previous highs.

“Love fucking you like this. I could fuck you all day, baby, you’re such nasty good girl.”

He starts pistoning into you like a crazed, deprived man, ass flexing deliciously as you call out his name and asking him to fill you up with his warm cum, legs wrapping around his waist in greed.

“Good god— I don’t deserve you,” he cries into your neck, your grunts and moans echoing in the whole loft. Your hands reach for his ass, begging for him to go deeper.

“You take my cock so well—“ he cuts off when you slip a finger in his ass, fucking into him as he fucks into you. This sets Hyuck off and he lets out a strangled groan, arms losing their strength from a wave of unbearable pleasure. He drops his weight onto you, knocking the air out of you arousing you even more.

You slip another finger in his ass as he nears his third orgasm and he shouts, hunching forward and biting down your shoulder as he ruts into you, emptying himself and filling you up with his warm cum.

Fucked dumb, Hyuck whispers you sweet praises. How he’ll think about this moment in his death bed, and how much he wants to show off his good girl to the world.

The last bit catches your attention, making you turn to nuzzle the side of his face.

“Thanks for taking my mind off of it, Hyuck,” you whisper softly to him as you lovingly turn his face to yours, planting a soft kiss on his swollen, pillowy lips as the realization hits you; you are so much happier pleasing him than anybody else in your life.

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“Show him how much you made me cum, baby,” he rubs your ass as loads of his cum oozes out of your heat, calling out his friend's name as he zooms into your hole with the phone in his other hand.

“You see that? Don’t wonder why I’m never home. My girl is so good to me—“ Donghyuck laps your hole up as a huge load oozes out, eliciting a hiss from you before you’re reaching for his head and pushing his tongue further in your core.

“Ahh yeah, just like that, Hyuck. Show Jeno how good I am for you."

A/N: A part of this was inspired by a link posted by @boybreed lol. For the reason of not getting banned on this app, I won’t elaborate ✌️

Your door lock beeps as Hyuck enters the pin code to your new place. The lock plays a familiar tune as he pushes the door open, the hum of your new AC the only thing greeting him.

“Wow, you even have a fancy door way— jesus, it’s cold in here!” is the first thing he says, noting that the icy marble floors are too cold for the soft pads of his feet after he takes his shoes off at your door way.

“Hello?” he calls out as he emerges from the hallway, the echoing of his voice into the tall ceilings earning a nod of acknowledgement from him. His head looks into both directions before he finds you sitting on the edge of your loft bed.

“I don't remember you being this excited when you sexted me for two whole weeks,” he looks up to snark at you unabashedly, chuckling and smirking to himself as he drops his leather duffel bag on your couch. His smile falters as you audibly sigh, dropping your phone on your bed before putting your face in your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” concern evidently in his voice as he walks up the short flight of stairs, the sound of his feet lightly tapping on the boards comforting and soothing to hear.

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me," is all he says before you're reaching for him with both arms stretched out, sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling your face into his stomach as you let out a frustrated groan into it. Hyuck chuckles at the gesture, mumbling about how much it tickles.

“I was on my phone with my mom just now,” you start, resting your chin on his stomach as you look up at him. He softly hums as he urges you to go on, his hand softly caressing your hair.

“I was gonna ask her to come over tomorrow; show her my new place and catch up with her but she said she can't go because apparently, my sister just fucking booked them tickets to a whole fancy-ass european tour!”

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath to stabilize yourself. Nothing gets to you as much as your sister does, and he knows that. You feel the heat in your body come up to your eyes, tears pooling behind your eyelids.

Your sister knew you just moved to a new place—a really nice upgrade from your previous one. You were so proud and excited to show your mother how well you've been doing as the new star photographer and she just had to rain on your parade by making an even bigger gesture. How is your new loft in the heart of the capitol ever going to compete with a fancy-ass european tour?

Even if your mother visited your place after coming back from that damn tour, she isn't going to be as impressed anymore. You will pale in comparison to your sister, which was always the case.

Hyuck kisses the top of your head apologetically before he’s rubbing your arms in an attempt to comfort you. He drops to his knees to the floor on the edge of your bed, cupping your cheeks with his soft, warm hands. With his round brown eyes looking straight into yours, he pressed the softest kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry. I would’ve come here sooner if I knew— your mom loves me. I’m sure she would’ve come if I talked her into it,” he jokes and you’re laughing for a second before your face falls in a sudden realization; your own mother likes Hyuck more than you. You suppose it's still a win for you because he's on your side of the court, but this realization is upsetting nevertheless.

Hyuck watches quietly as you disappear in your own thoughts, wondering if taking care of him was still on your agenda for the day.

In the duration of his two-week promotion, you've been messaging him nonstop about how you couldn't wait to take care of him when he's through with work. Yet here he is standing right before you in all his golden glory and all you can thinking about is competing with your god damned sister.

Hyuck takes matters in his own hands and interrupts your thoughts by straddling your waist, arms snaking around your neck as he slowly settles his crotch on yours.

You lose your train of thought at this distracting, overbearing behavior, your eyes traveling up to his to find him staring intently back at you, watching how easily he can intrude your thoughts by touching you.

He loves that about you; the way you're just as touch-hungry as him.

“That's right, my good girl...”

He slowly inches forward, warm breath tickling your face before his wet lips touches yours. His arms pulling you closer into his intoxicating kiss before they’re snaking down to your wrists, leading them down to his perky ass cladded tightly in denim.

You give him a tight squeeze, your nails scratching on the rough material which gets him moaning deliciously in your mouth.

He quickly frees himself of his jeans and underwear before he’s straddling you once again, blood already starting to rush to the length between his legs. He pulls you back into a sloppy, needy kiss, your hands wandering on his lower half. You can feel a shiver run down his body and the goosebumps rising on his skin as you graze your fingernails from his ass down to his thighs.

Hyuck starts grinding himself on your crotch in need but the lack of reaction from you makes him pull away.

“Focus on me,” he whines, his hands leading yours to his cock as he starts lazily thrusting in them. “I need you to be a good girl and take care of me like you promised.”

Your mind reels at him taking control despite his neediness. You can just feel your nipples tingle against your shirt from arousal.

“Please, anything for you,” you deviously smile at him as he lifts his shirt off, the baggy material revealing shiny new piercings on both his nipples. You moan at the sight, tongue circling on one before he could even throw his top to the floor. Hyuck laughs at the sight of you eagerly mouthing on it.

“You like ‘em?” he barely chuckles, hissing at how your warm tongue and the cold piercing felt on his erect nipples.

You respond to this by grabbing his now bare ass, your dominant ring finger circling on his rim to elicit more whines from him. His head falls back, back arching as he pushes his ass further into your hand and his chest into your face, mumbling to himself about how good you are to him all the time.

You pull away momentarily, lips swollen and glistening. “Say that again,” you ask needily.

He looks down at you, pupils blown, cheeks red and lips parted. The corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as he grips his length at the base.

“Not until you’re making me cum.”

You scoot back on your bed, spreading your legs apart and tapping on the space in-between to make him sit on it.

“Come here then, let me take care of you.”

His eyes light up at this, cock twitching on his stomach in excitement. He loves it when you take care of him.

He sits in-between your legs, feet flat on the floor, head resting back on your shoulder and arms falling outside your thighs to support himself.

“Spit,” you order him before he lets out a warm ball of saliva land on your palm. You spread it across his length, the warmth of your hand on his cock driving him to close his eyes in ecstasy.

You jerk him across the full length mirror standing a meter away from the edge of your bed, the view of him in this compromising position even more arousing to look from a third person perspective.

“Call me a good girl,” you whine. “I’m taking such good care of you, see?”

You nod at the direction of the mirror and that’s when he curses under his breath and fucks into your hand faster. “Fuck meee, that’s so hot…“

He frantically picks his phone up from the edge of the bed, quickly pressing the red button and holding it in front of the mirror to document this filthy deed. He spreads his legs even wider for the camera, his free hand now circling his puckered asshole.

"Ohh..." he says as he stares at his own finger circling his rim on the screen, eliciting a moan as he zooms into his hole. The footage gets shaky when you reach down to play with his balls and jerk him faster simultaneously, catching him off-guard with a wave of pleasure.

“Fuck— you’re so good to me, you’re such a good girl—“ he blurts out a chain of praises, almost as if he wasn’t just saying it to you but also for an audience to hear, his gaze locked on his phone screen.

“No one else can make me feel this good, I fucking love it when you get like this,” he zooms into the precum on the tip of his cock in the mirror, then out, and then into his nipple which you are now pinching in between your fingers.

"Ohh, baby..." he bites down his lip, senses overloading from pleasure.

“Yeah? Show them how good I make you feel.” You whimper in response to his praises, the thought of him showing this video to his friends to show off how well you treat him might make you come untouched.

“I love it when you’re such a good girl giving me everything I need,” he cries, chest shaking as he sobs uncontrollably. You look at your reflection through the screen of his phone, jerking him off faster when he zooms into his cock. He catches his cum violently shooting out of his cock on camera, hot liquid oozing out of his cock endlessly, landing on his chest and dripping down to his navel.

You take his phone out of his shaky grasp to capture his thighs shaking in the reflection.

“You came so much, baby. I’m the only one who can make you like this.” You kiss his temple before pressing stop.

You stand up, setting his phone aside and letting him catch his breath as you lap up his cum from his navel. Your tongue intrudes it, the sensation traveling straight to his cock that twitches and hits your chin.

You sit on your heels on the floor between his legs, breath now fanning on his needy hole.

“Call me your good girl, Donghyuck,” you ask him, lips too close to his rim, clouding his senses.

He lifts his head to look at you, only half of your face visible from his perspective with his balls and cock obstructing his vision. He drops his head on the bed with a strangled moan, cursing the heavens for how insanely lucky he is. “Fucking hell, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re my good girl— please—“

That’s all you need to hear before you’re lapping up his hole, the smoothness of your saliva mixing with the rough texture of your tongue giving him too much to be grateful for today. He repeatedly mumbles thank you, one hand pumping his raging shaft while the other wraps around his neck.

The sight has you moaning into his ass, one hand pressing into your own clothed, wet hole.

"Yeah, just like that— eat my ass like the good girl you are," he praises you yet again, stroking your ego and encouraging you to chase his pleasure once again.

Soon, he notices the absence of one of your hands, lifting his head to see where it went, only to you touching yourself in the mirror. He whimpers.

"Show me how you touched yourself while I was gone, baby," he commands as he props himself up on one arm, the other one jerking himself off lazily.

The command has you moaning in his ass, arousal pooling between your legs too much that you immediately slide your bottoms off. You finger yourself to the pace of your tongue in his ass, and Hyuck follows the pace of your fingers as he watches you defile yourself in the mirror.

You both fuck yourselves into an orgasm, resting your head on this thigh and mouthing on his balls as his cum lands on your face; on your eye, on your cheek, in your mouth. What a sight to see, the both of you.

Hyuck pulls you up onto the bed, licking his cum off your face hungrily as he positions himself above you, pumping his length to overstimulation before slipping himself inside your heat. The warmth has his thighs shaking in pleasure, Hyuck now depending on his arms to stabilize himself above you. Insatiable, he starts pounding you into the mattress without letting either of you recover from your previous highs.

“Love fucking you like this. I could fuck you all day, baby, you’re such nasty good girl.”

He starts pistoning into you like a crazed, deprived man, ass flexing deliciously as you call out his name and asking him to fill you up with his warm cum, legs wrapping around his waist in greed.

“Good god— I don’t deserve you,” he cries into your neck, your grunts and moans echoing in the whole loft. Your hands reach for his ass, begging for him to go deeper.

“You take my cock so well—“ he cuts off when you slip a finger in his ass, fucking into him as he fucks into you. This sets Hyuck off and he lets out a strangled groan, arms losing their strength from a wave of unbearable pleasure. He drops his weight onto you, knocking the air out of you arousing you even more.

You slip another finger in his ass as he nears his third orgasm and he shouts, hunching forward and biting down your shoulder as he ruts into you, emptying himself and filling you up with his warm cum.

Fucked dumb, Hyuck whispers you sweet praises. How he’ll think about this moment in his death bed, and how much he wants to show off his good girl to the world.

The last bit catches your attention, making you turn to nuzzle the side of his face.

“Thanks for taking my mind off of it, Hyuck,” you whisper softly to him as you lovingly turn his face to yours, planting a soft kiss on his swollen, pillowy lips as the realization hits you; you are so much happier pleasing him than anybody else in your life.

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“Show him how much you made me cum, baby,” he rubs your ass as loads of his cum oozes out of your heat, calling out his friend's name as he zooms into your hole with the phone in his other hand.

“You see that? Don’t wonder why I’m never home. My girl is so good to me—“ Donghyuck laps your hole up as a huge load oozes out, eliciting a hiss from you before you’re reaching for his head and pushing his tongue further in your core.

“Ahh yeah, just like that, Hyuck. Show Jeno how good I am for you."

A/N: A part of this was inspired by a link posted by @boybreed lol. For the reason of not getting banned on this app, I won’t elaborate ✌️