#sub!haechan

You watched in concern as Haechan chugged a cup of coffee. It was just one, but impulse control wasn’t always his strong suit. You had a road trip planned, and you knew this wouldn’t end well if he decided to be stubborn. "Haechan..." you started, trying to balance your tone’s gentleness and firmness, "let’s try to slow down on the coffee. You know we have a long drive ahead of us, and your bladder…isn’t what I’d call huge."

Haechan goofily grinned as he dismissed your concern, pouring a second cup. "Aww come on, don't be such a nag! What’s wrong with me making sure I have enough energy on the road? Plus, if I have to go, we can just stop at a gas station." He tilted the cup back, chugging half of it faster than he poured it.

You frustratedly shook your head at your boyfriend’s stubborn dismissal of your valid concerns. There was little he was better at than charging headfirst into embarrassing situations, blind to the consequences until they met him face-to-face. You sighed and redirected your focus to double-checking the car, mentally noting to pack a change of clothes. Haechan's antics were going to catch up to him eventually, and you weren’t going to let it slide this time. But for now, all you could do was wait to be proven right once again.

"Whatever, don't cry and beg me to stop the car when we’re in the middle of nowhere," you called over your shoulder, "and don't you dare say I didn't warn you!" Haechan just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, pouring creamer into his third cup of coffee. "Geez, I'll be fine! I'm a grown man, I can control my bladder. When are we even going? Hmm?”

You knew it was pointless to try talking sense into him. He seemed to love intentionally defying you, even when it was at his own expense. Even so, you wanted to try one more time. You turned to look at him as you spoke, "We can go now but…come on, let’s at least go to the bathroom before we leave," you lowered your voice, trying to reason with him. He pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at you stubbornly. "No! I don't need to go, I'm fine." He insisted despite all the coffee he chugged.

You sighed, "Baby, listen to me. I know you don't feel like you have to go right now, but all that coffee is gonna catch up to you on the road," your voice grew stern as your patience started to wear thin. Haechan huffed as he heard your rational argument. He puffed out his cheeks and and stomped his foot on the floor. "Ugh, you're so annoying! I already told you, I can hold it!" he argued stubbornly, determined to prove you wrong.

You took a deep breath to keep your cool before raising your voice again, "You better listen to me. This isn't the time to be petty. If you don't go to the bathroom right now, I'm not going to stop for you on the road, and there’s no way you can hold it for the whole ride."

Haechan rolled his eyes and and mumbled “hmph" under his breath as he stomped towards the car, still stubbornly convincing himself that you were overthinking. But deep down, he knew you were most likely right and that gave him…mixed feelings. You shook your head as you followed him to the car, knowing he’d soon regret being too stubborn to listen to you. You got into the driver's seat and started the car. As you drove down the road, you occasionally glanced at him, waiting for that attitude of his to crumble. He began feeling pressure grow in his bladder quicker than he hoped, fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to ignore it. He glanced over at you with a forced smile and tried to play it cool, "So, uh...how long is this drive gonna take again?"

You easily saw through his facade, keeping your eyes on the road as you answered him, “It's about two hours away." You paused for a moment, then side-eyed him with a knowing expression, “And no, we aren’t stopping just because you drank too much coffee."

Haechan's fake smile dissipated into an embarrassed frown, knowing that you weren’t buying the act. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping you wouldn’t notice him trying to discretely press his hands between his legs. "Ugh, fineee. Two hours, I can handle it." You smirked, finding it amusing how he still kept up that feisty attitude. "I know that you can handle it, baby. You're so strong. Two hours is nothing to you, right?" you responded mockingly.

His face flushed in anger and embarrassment. He glared at you and puffed his cheeks again. "Shut up! I can hold it, alright? Don't tease me!" He yelled, his voice cracking a bit as he shifted in his seat and crossed his legs over each other. As the minutes passed, Haechan’s fidgeting only grew. He glanced over at you occasionally, desperately trying to downplay his need. He became increasingly more anxious, but his pride prevented him from just admitting that he needed you to make a stop. As the car made its way onto the backroads, it suddenly went over a speed bump, making Haechan gasp and grip the armrest. He couldn’t help the whimper that left him as his hands flew between his tightly pressed thighs.

"Ah..f-fuck!" He gritted his teeth in discomfort, mumbling curse words as he fidgeted in his seat. You saw his thighs clamped together tightly in your peripheral vision. His plight was obvious, but pride was still holding him back from admitting its urgency. "Ugh..c-can’t we hurry up?" he murmured, shifting uncomfortably. You chuckled softly at his request, knowing exactly why he asked to hurry up, but you decide to play along, “Baby, we're still about an hour and a half away from the hotel, remember? We’re already going over the speed limit, so we're not going to get there any faster by flying. If anything we’ll just get there slower if we wreck or get a ticket.”

Haechan whined at your response, desperately squirming in his seat to find a comfortable position. He bit his lower lip, holding back a whimper as another wave of desperation hit him. “Ugh…I wasn't asking you to speed up, meanie! I was just asking if we were on the quickest route so we can get there as soon as possible,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He looked at you pleadingly, “P-please, just hurry…”

You gently patted his thigh, reminding him of his words, "You know…who’s the one who said you could hold it for two hours? That was you, was it not?" Haechan whimpered softly, fidgeting as his bladder practically reached its limit. He covered his red hot face with his hands, his thighs squeezed together tighter than a dam holding back a flood. "Sh-shut up! You think I don’t know what I said?! I didn't think it would be this bad!" He whined, his hands muffling his voice. He knew that you were right, but he still felt that it would kill him to admit it. He took a shuddered breath and trembled slightly. "I...I’ve really gotta pee..." he admitted in a barely audible whisper while still covering his face. He looked at you pleadingly from between his fingers. "P-please...let’s just find a place to stop. I don't think I can hold it much longer..." he begged you, shifting his hips uncomfortably in the seat while his bladder screamed for relief.

You occasionally caught glimpses of his embarrassing state, enjoying the sight. You reminded him once again of your earlier conversation, "If I’m remembering right, I told you that we wouldn't stop just because you've had too much coffee, didn’t I? But did you listen to me? This was your own choice, Haechan." Haechan whimpered defeatedly, knowing fully well that you were right and regretting his stubbornness. His body was writhing at that point, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. "I get it, okay?! I should have just listened to you. Please, let’s just find a rest stop or something! I really can't h-hold it much longer. I-I'm…I'm gonna have an accident if we don't. Please, please,” his voice cracked desperately as he clawed the seat beneath him. You knew he was completely at your mercy now, his pride completely shattered by the overwhelming need to relieve himself. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of thrill in seeing him all pathetic and begging for relief.

You somehow managed to keep your composure and sighed, "If I’m being honest babe, you don't deserve an option since you knew what you were getting yourself into. But if you really can't hold it like you said you could, then you have two choices." You gave him a stern side-eyed glare, "You can either use a bottle or go on the side of the road. It’s up to you."

Haechan's face flushed even deeper at the thought of letting go into a bottle right next to you. Tears welled up in his eyes as he squirmed even more frantically in his seat. "N-no way you’re serious! That's..that's so embarrassing, I can't do that next to you! A-and going on the side of the road?? Someone could see me…I..I can't…” He practically spasmed in his seat, tears streaming down his red face. "Please, there’s gotta be another option…I don't wanna do that. Let’s just pull over and find a bush or something, anything, please..."

You shrugged apathetically, enjoying the delicious sounds of Haechan whining and begging in desperation. You knew you had more control over the situation than him by that point. You emphasized your next words slowly and firmly, "Baby, you did this to yourself. I told you to go to the bathroom before we left, remember? You’re the one who refused. I told you that I wouldn’t stop if you didn’t use the bathroom at home, but chose not to listen to me. This is exactly what you asked for,” you shook your head, feeling a mix of sympathy and twisted enjoyment. "You had a chance to go earlier, but you didn’t take it. And now look at you, desperate to pee and left with no choice but to use a bottle or go behind a bush like a...like a dumb, disgusting puppy,” you failed to suppress a smirk as those words left your mouth.

Haechan whimpered loudly as your words sunk in. He finally accepted that you were right even though it bruised his ego and humiliated him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he desperately tried to hold back the overflowing liquid in his bladder. "I..I'm sorry, okay? I really should’ve listened to you…I was being stupid and now I'm dealing with the consequence. B-but...a bottle is way too embarrassing!” You sighed and shook your head as you caught a glimpse of Haechan’s tear-streaked face and trembling body. You almost felt bad for him, but you also enjoyed seeing him in such a degrading and desperate state, forced to deal with the consequences of his cockiness.

"Yeah? Embarrassing? Well, let me tell you something, Haechan. This is a pretty embarrassing situation you’re in right now. You’re squirming and whimpering like a damn dog, all because you couldn't take a single minute to use the bathroom before we left for a two hour car ride. What's your idea of an alternative? There’s no gas station for the next half hour, and there’s clearly not much time left for you to decide."

Haechan clenched his jaw and squirmed again, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. He looked over at you with desperation and humiliation all over his face, “I...I can't take it much longer. I…I really am gonna wet myself. I…I can't…” His bladder felt like it could burst any minute. The pressure was becoming almost painful, and every single movement caused a wave of urgency to crash in his body. He couldn’t sit still, trembling so hard that he practically vibrated in his seat. He knew he was fighting a losing battle and would eventually face defeat if you didn’t pull over within the next ten minutes.

You saw his desperation and anguish in your peripheral vision and almost wished you could see it better. You knew that he was reaching his limit, so you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more, "Baby, look what a scene you’re making, acting like you're gonna burst at any second. You’re just embarrassing yourself even more. Now unless you wanna piss your pants and my car seat, you’d better make a choice. Either you piss in a bottle or on the side of the road." Haechan's face flushed impossibly redder at your harsh bluntness. He knew that you were right once again, that he was making a fool of himself. His body was leaned forward in his seat as he strained every muscle in his desperate attempt to hold it in. He glanced around, hoping to see a gas station or discrete trail, but all he saw was a practically endless maze of trees and fields. He shook his head frantically, shaking like a leaf. His voice came out in an almost pitiful gasp, "Actually…I can hold it. Just...just until we're off the back roads. I can do it. Just keep driving, please. I...I can make it.” The car bouncing on the seemingly endless back roads only intensified Haechan’s desperation by the second. Every bump on the road made him squeeze his thighs together somehow even tighter as it made the waves of pain and desperation crash in his bladder and making him gasp out loud.

“Oh? You still think you can make it after all? I love your confidence. You must have a bladder of steel, huh?” you retorted, “Y’know baby, considering how much coffee you drank, I’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself already,” you added on with a hint of mockery. Haechan's face burned at your words. He knew he was hopeless in this situation, and your teasing is only worsened it. He clenched his thighs even tighter, body jerking more frantically every minute. "Leave me alone…I...I said I can hold it. I'm fine," he insisted in an unconvincingly shaky voice. You fell silent to fully focus on the road ahead. You knew Haechan was about to lose what little bit of control he had, and you can't help but find some sadistic pleasure in that. After all, he was the one who refused to listen to you earlier. He couldn’t keep his body still, and he couldn’t keep quiet. He let out a series of low whines in humiliation and need. The car bumped over a sizable pothole, and he gasped in horror as he felt a small leak escape him despite his effort to hold back. “A-ah, no no no! Not now, please not now!" he yelped in a high-pitched, desperate whine. His body froze in shock and he immediately clamped his thighs even tighter with all of the strength he had left.

You smirked as you caught his panicked expression in the corner of your eye and heard his desperate pleas. He gasped and thrashed around in his seat when the car hit another bump in the road. "Baby, you okay?" you pretended you didn’t already know the answer. "Are you losing control already? How embarrassing for you," you cooed in faux sympathy. Haechan whimpered pathetically, tears running down his burning red face at that point. He couldn’t form a sentence, only pathetic sounds of desperation as he hysterically shook his head. “I-I’m not…I can hold it, I can…” Haechan whimpered in a cracked voice. His bladder was a ticking time bomb, the pressure becoming fully unbearable. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, no matter how hard he clenched his whole body to hold back the inevitable.

You knew too that he was just moments away from losing it completely, and a part of you couldn’t wait for that to happen. "You still think you can hold it, baby? You look like you're about to piss yourself right here in my car. Is that what you want? To make a mess in here, in front of me?" you ask, your tone laced with mock pity as you kept your eyes on the road ahead. The car bounced over an even bigger pothole, and you heard Haechan let out a strangled yelp as his body jerked violently in the passenger seat seat. Tears flowed down his face he shook his head weakly. "Nonono! I-I can't...I'm gonna...ahhh!" Haechan cried out, voice breaking as he felt his bladder finally give in. A stream of urine started soaking through his pants, and he squirmed desperately as if he could stop it. "Pull over…I’m peeing, I’m peeing, ah!" He gasped shamefully as the warmth of his piss spread through his pants onto the seat beneath him.

You smirked sadistically as you heard him whine and cry, seeing the tears staining his face. You glanced over at the dark patch spreading across the front of his pants, the smell of piss filling the car. “Couldn't hold it after all, babe? Poor thing, look what a mess you're making," you say mercilessly, enjoying his humiliation. Without a second to spare, you pulled the car over to the side of the road. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Haechan’s shaky hands fumbled with his seatbelt. "Go on, get out and finish your business in a bush or something. Hurry up," you demanded, pointing to the side of the road. Haechan looked at you with pure mortification on his face, obeying you without hesitation. You watched him stumble out of the car when he finally managed to unbuckle and found a sadistic satisfaction in the trail of piss on he was leaving on the pavement. As soon as he got out, he ran to the nearest bush, his trail following him into the grass too. The sound of his zipper being frantically undone reached your ears as he tried to unzip his pants while still wetting himself. When he managed to pull pants and underwear down to his knees, he gasped at the feeling of the cool air on his half-hard cock. But as he tried to aim it at the bush, he realized that there was nothing else to let out. His bladder had completely emptied itself.

As you heard him weakly dribbling onto the leaves, you waited a moment before walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder as you whisper, "All done now? I hope you feel better after making such a mess of yourself and being too stubborn to listen to me.“ Haechan stood there and shivered as his harsh reality set in. Humiliated tears rolled down his cheeks, his pants and underwear completely soaked and the air chilling his exposed, dripping cock. His blushing face turned to the ground, too ashamed to speak or look in your direction as his cock still dripped with weak remaining piss. "I-I'm sorry. I know I should’ve listened..." he stammered.

As humiliated as he was, Haechan also felt a twinge of excitement from it paired with your degrading words. From behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed his shaking body against you. He shakily whimpered when he felt your body press against his back. “Shhh, it's okay, don't worry about it. I'm glad I got to witness your beautiful display of self-control," you tease, gently squeezing his waist. You brought your lips to his ear, warm breath tickling him as you whispered, "The whole reason I wanted you to listen to me earlier was to save you from embarrassing yourself this way. But I have to say, you seem to enjoy being put in your place like this." He shuddered at your warm breath and your teasing words, burn his face even hotter with embarrassment and…something else.

You pressed his backside against your hips, feeling undeniably aroused about this yourself too. You chuckled softly against his ear, "Does it really turn you on that much to humiliate yourself in front of me, you naughty boy?” He couldn’t deny it. His cock hardened fully at the humiliating situation since the threat of wetting himself had passed. "I-I don't know what you’re trying to say..." he mumbled. You smirked as you feel Haechan's hips twitch back against you, betraying his words. He knew that he should be petrified, that this should be a situation he wants to forget about, but the degradation of pissing himself in front of you awakened something sick and perverse in him.

You pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the side of his neck and ghosted your hand over his hard cock without actually touching it. Haechan let out a shuddered moan at the feeling of your lips on his neck and how maddeningly close your hand was to his cock, making it throb with need. “That’s why you defied me earlier, isn’t it baby?” your voice goes low and sultry, "You wanted me to put you in your place like this?" You punctuated your words with another gentle kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse skyrocket on your lips. "I-I don't know...m-maybe I did want this..." His cock leaked with his breathless admission. He tried to subtly thrust his hip at your hand for friction. His mind was spinning from the thrill of his pathetic state turning you on too. You placed your head on Haechan's shoulder and tilted his chin to meet your gaze, wanting to ensure he's truly okay with where this is going. "I knew that you did, you poor needy thing…what's your color?" you asked, your voice softening with genuine concern. He gazed at you with hazy eyes and a trembling lower lip, desperately craving your touch. He knew he did something shameful and disgusting, but your hungry eyes made his heart race. "G-green...please, want you to touch me…" he mewled with unrestrained desire. His hips writhed as his leaky, twitching cock sought direct contact from your hand.

Once he made it undeniably clear that he desperately wanted your touch, you decided to give it. With a grin, you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him from base to leaking tip. He cried out in bliss as he finally felt your hand touch on his aching cock. His back arched delightfully against you, a strangled moan escaping his lips at the much-needed touch. "You're leaking so much already, you dirty boy," you cooed as you slowly pumped his slick cock. "Getting all riled up from pissing yourself in front of me, defying me on purpose, and making me a mess of yourself. You're so pathetic, aren't you, my little slut?"

Haechan’s voice needily cracked out, “Y-yes...I'm pathetic, such a pathetic slut for you..." He desperately thrusted into your hand for more friction, more stimulation. His cock pulsed in your grip, the tip red and leaking with precum. "Don’t…don't stop. I...I need you..." In this moment, he had surrendered to you completely. The slick sound of your stroking hand on him filled the air, and the humiliation and pleasurable sensations brought him close embarrassingly fast. His desperate pleas and wildly throbbing cock showed you that you had him exactly where you wanted him, ready to fall apart in your hands. "Don’t worry dirty boy, I won't stop," you coo squeeze his shaft tighter as you glide your hand up and down it. "I can feel you getting close…go on, baby. Your piss is already all over my hand and on the bushes," you rub your thumb over his leaking slit, "so go on and make an even bigger mess. Cum for me," you growl seductively in his ear.

Haechan throws his head back onto your shoulder with a loud cry, his body spasming uncontrollably as your degrading words and skillful hand tug him closer to the edge. "Ah, ah, can't...I can't hold back...m gonna...ahhh!” his voice grows higher and higher with each moan as he erratically fucks into your stroking hand. The sounds of his dripping cock being stroked mixed with his loud moans and cries makes you feel almost like you could cum just from hearing them. The pleasure became too much for him to bear.

"Mmm…gonna cum...fuck!" Haechan cried out, his body going stiff in your arms as he finally reached his climax. You held him tighter as the pleasure sent surges through his body, his hot cum spilling over your stroking hand and onto the bushes. You kept guiding him through his intense orgasm, pumping out every drop until he was completely empty. As his cock softened and its twitches slowed in your hand, you gently let go of it. You trailed delicate kisses along his neck and jaw, whispering soft words of praise, “That’s my boy, Channie. You did so good, letting yourself go for me that way.” You nuzzled into his neck and gently rubbed his tummy. He melted into your touch, still trembling from his intense orgasm. He had never felt so ashamed yet so turned on before in his life. "T-thanks…you made me feel so good," he breathily giggled with a small smile forming on his still-flushed face.

You helped him pull his pants back up and zip them so nobody saw more than they needed to on your way back to the car, and you caressed him until his breathing slowly steadied. "Let's get back on the road, baby boy. We still have an hour ahead of us," you say softly, placing a soothing hand on his lower back as you walk him to the car. He turns to look at you with adoring eyes. "B-but...what about the mess in the seat? And my wet clothes..." Haechan asked meekly, wincing as he looked down at his soaked pants. After the excitement of the humiliating situation wore off, he wasn’t sure how to handle the aftermath. You smiled comfortingly at him and tenderly kissed his cheek as you two approached the car. "Don't worry about the mess, baby. I'm the one who made you hold it in, so it's only fair that I clean it up," you reassure him, opening the trunk. You rummaged through it and pulled out a blanket, cleaning spray, wipes, and a change of clothes. You handed Haechan the clothes and blanket as well as one wipe. “I’m gonna take care of the seat, so here’s a wipe and a change of clothes, plus this blanket for warmth and privacy. You can get cleaned up while I deal with that, okay baby?” you said with a gentle smile, guiding him into the back seat and patting his shoulder before closing the door.

You walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door, scrunching your face a bit as the lingering smell of urine hit your nostrils. You sprayed it with the cleaning solution and dabbed it up with the wipe. Haechan’s head poked through his privacy blanket and he watched you clean after him, feeling a bit guilty that you were cleaning the mess his disobedience caused. He sighed and wiped the mess off of himself, slipping on the comfy clothes you gave him once he was as clean as possible. After he changed and you finished cleaning, he bundled himself up in the blanket and blushed at the vulnerable state you could see him in. He looked at you through the mirror, a hint of lingering arousal in his gaze. “Thanks for…taking care of my mess. Even though I’m the one who didn’t listen to you,” he mumbled timidly, “You weren’t really mad at me, were you?”

You made your way into the driver’s seat, returning eye contact through the mirror with a smile, “Of course I wasn’t mad at you, baby. I know you. I knew you were being bratty on purpose, that’s why I brought an extra pair of clothes. I knew that you knew you couldn’t hold it. You’re lucky I find your perverted antics cute,” you responded playfully, turning back and giving him a genuine smile. He blushed again at your words, feeling comforted and shyly smiling back at you. You reached over and patted him on the head, looking into his eyes with sincere words, “I love you so much, Haechan. You know that?” His eyes shined with adoration as he responded, "I love you too, so so much.” You ruffled his hair playfully and continued, "Would you like to lie down in the backseat with your blanket for a nap? Or do you wanna come back up here in the clean passenger seat with me?"

Haechan shyly admitted, “I wanna be next to you,” and glanced away for a moment before climbing up into the passenger seat. You turned on the seat warmers to help it dry faster, and the heat comforted him since he still felt a bit cold. You leaned over and kissed his cheek before starting the car again. He blushed yet again at this, shivering slightly at your affection. You pulled back onto the country roads and placed your hand on his thigh, resting it there comfortingly. “Have we learned any lessons today, baby?” you ask half-teasingly, keeping your tone gentle, “Maybe about using the bathroom when I tell you to?” You glanced at him with a playful smirk and gently squeeze his thigh. He giggled at your remarks and placed his hand on top of yours, mischievously smiling despite his lingering shyness. “Hmm…I can’t make any promises. The only thing I’ve really learned today is that…maybe this awakened something in me,” he smiled shyly, rubbing your hand with his thumb. His laugh made your heart melt, and you squeezed his thigh again as you shared laughs together.

like jungwoo, haechan also brought the subject up first -- to let you know that he'd never, ever, ever let you fuck him in the ass. such a stubborn little brat. he brought it up unprompted so much just to voice his displeasure with it, that it hardly a surprise when you came back to your shared home after a long day at work, and opened the bedroom door to see your hyuckie fucking himself stupid on your 10''' toy. it was a beautiful sight to see. his eyes crossed and drool pooling out from his lips as he worked the toy in and out of his tight little hole.

you stood there and watched for a while; arms crossed, with a smug smirk drawn across your lips. and then right when he began to peak, eyes screwed shut and head thrown aback, you stopped him in his tracks with a haughty laugh.

"hyuck? fucking himself with one of my toys?" sarcasm dripped from your voice while embarrassment flooded his face, he couldn't even find the words to defend himself this time, and that was saying a lot from the man who had a snarky reply for everything under the sun. his voice was taken from him.

you continued to taunt him, "if you wanted to cum on my cock, you should've just waited until i got home, baby bear," you cooed out, your lover letting out a soft whine at the nickname.

needless to say, you fucked him until he couldn't remember his own name, and from then on out, it became all he ever asked for.

doyoung is far too shy to ever bring it up on his own; hell, he got flustered asking for you to choke him and rough him up a little bit in bed, and asking for pretty much anything. there was no way that your baby bunny was ever going to ask for it on his own, but that didn't mean that you didn't know he'd love it. c'mon, this is doyoung. your sweet, submissive shy baby boy.

so you never asked him, nor did you wait for him to broach the topic first. you decided to surprise him. you texted him, telling him " i have a surprise for you when you get home, bunny" which made his heart explode with anticipation. he couldn't hardly wait for whatever it is you had in store for him...

so when he got home, only to see you standing in the doorway, with a 7 inch strap on harness around your waist (you had much bigger sizes, but you wanted to start out on the realistic side), he immediately dropped down to his knees and began to suck you off, his body working faster than his brain, which had all turned to mush at the thought of you fucking him. "why did i start sucking it? they cant even feel it." entered his mind, but exited it soon after, he simply loved the feeling of having you in his mouth too much, and couldn't wait to have you in his ass too.

taeyong is another one who enjoys having your strap in his mouth. he loves to beg you to fuck his mouth and then go down on you afterwards as a show of appreciation for how good you fuck him. he always makes sure you're getting something out of it too, and wants to make sure you cum hard all over his pretty face.

he also likes it the best as a stress reliever. being the leader of 25 people is such a hard job for him, and he likes it best when he can just turn his brain off, lay on his stomach, and let you treat him like a brainless little doll!!! slap him! choke him! manhandle him! pull his hair! make him cry! oh, and i forgot to mention that he's a major size queen. he loves getting fucked with your biggest toys. pull out a 12 inch dildo and his pupils will turn into hearts, trust me.

jaehyun was a little....apprehensive about the idea the first time you brought it up. he definitely likes to keep up his cool, aloof guy image, even though you both know that he's a subby princess behind closed doors. he didn't make a loud show of his disapproval, he was just not really sure about it? but he eventually came around one night while the two of you were both stoned out of your mind. when he got stoned, he was a lot more....open about his wants and his desires, but even under the influence, he still couldn’t bring himself to outright say what he wanted.

"you know, babe, i kind of want to try that thing you brought up before,” he would be SO fucking vague about it i’m crying. 

like he’d keep dropping hints and then act so shocked when you call him out, “what thing, peach? you mean me fucking you?” you responded with a slight chuckle, kind of playful really, but he still looks like a deer in headlights when you say it.

“c’mon peach” you wanted him to use his words,”i’m not going to unless you ask”

he definitely prefers to be fucked when high like there’s just something about stoned!jaehyun all blushy n high laying on his back and giggling with his legs spread waiting for u to fill him up so deep that i love <3

mark also isn’t the most eager when you bring it up, but mostly because he’s scared that it might hurt. he’s taken fingers before, both yours and his own, but something about taking your strap scares the shit out of him.

“dude, doesn’t that like, hurt?” he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, concern written in his words.

you reassure him that you’ll prep him well, and that he has nothing to worry about, and that you’ve fingered him open while you’ve given him blowjobs before, and he didn’t die then, but leave it to mark to be dramatic about it.

you knew he’d love it, he was just being a big baby about it. so you decided to show him how much he’d love it. you effortlessly pinned him down, holding his wrists above his head while you tied his wrists to the bedpost. he assumed you were going to ride him, as evident by you palming at his painfully hard cock through his spider-man boxers. but when you briefly disappeared and returned with lube and an 8 inch dildo, his eyes widened in fear, and he began to protest, but you quickly silenced him.

“relax, princess,” your voice was soft and calming, “gonna give you what you need.”

you kissed and soothed him a bunch, you knew you were coercing him, but it worked pretty easily, mark was pretty pliable and would bend to whatever you wanted.

as soon as you got your fingers in him, he forgot that he ever had doubts, and once you were actually inside of him, there was no turning back, and yeah, it did hurt, but the pain of the stretch turned him on a lot more than he was willing to admit, but judging by his moans, you could already tell.

like taeyong, he also enjoys it as a stress release.

yuta knew he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d try anything once, and i do mean anything you could imagine, so when you suggested it, he went along for the ride, but yeah, he didn’t like ithe was more than enthusiastic about it, though, because my man is a Freak with a capital F and if you wanted to try it, then he was going to spend a week prepping himself for it. wearing plugs around the house (that he did enjoy), watching pegging porn, both by himself and together with you to get himself used to the idea, but it just isn’t for him. he’d let you do just about anything else to him though (again, anything. it was hard to be disappointed when he’d let you cut his thighs.), so it wasnt a huge loss in your book.

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

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

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

haechan: we need 2 talk

haechan: about the bet.

doyoung: oh?

haechan: ur lucky she even agreed

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

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

haechan: [address attached]

when doyoung comes over, it’s awkward.

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

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

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

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

“thanks for coming over to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

haechan feels stuck when he stares back at doyoung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then a bulb lit above his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, you decided to do it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How cute.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mommy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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❝ Violins playin' and the angels cryin'

When the stars align, then I'll be there

No, I don't care about them all

'Cause all I want is to be loved

And all I care about is you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

No, I don't care about the pain

I'll walk through fire and through rain

Just to get closer to you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo ❞