⚠️ : established relationship, mean dom!haechan x f reader, sub space-ish, water play, pet names, bratty yn (we love it when he's mean) man idk :0
synopsis: save water, shower with your girlfriend.
“My fucking balls are sweating, I feel like Satan’s fucking me in the ass right now!” Haechan said, practically stumbling through your front door. His shirt was soaked from the brutal 5-minute walk under the blazing sun. The heat wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, making breathing hard. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing the strands off his sweaty forehead, and sighed. Frustration flashed in his eyes as he stepped into the coolness of your place, relieved to escape the scorching afternoon sun.
“Seriously, tell me about it,” you said, stifling a laugh but feeling bad for him. You hurried to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with ice-cold water. After handing it to him, he pressed the cool glass against his heated skin.
“Thank you,” he said as he gulped down the water in seconds, making an ‘Ahh’ as if he were in a cola commercial. Watching him, his cheeks were all flushed and glowed with a warm light. He looked perfect, his sun-kissed skin sparkling in the sunlight, and his full lips. A loose strand of hair fell across his forehead, that casual yet appealing look from when he had just run his fingers through his hair.
"Oh my god!" you gasped as a sudden rush of liquid gushed out, soaking the boy in front of you and leaving a damp spot on his pants. He chuckled as he looked at the dark stain on it.
“I don’t think good girls cum without permission first princess,” he whispers flirtatiously, his sultry voice wrapping around you like silk. He leans in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek, sending a tantalizing shiver down your spine.
With a teasing grin, he leans in closer, playfully pinching your cheeks until your lips form an exaggerated 'O'.
"So, tell me, who exactly is Haechan?" he challenges, clearly enjoying the moment.
"I'm sorry, sir," you reply with a hint of defiance in your voice. Your chin lifts slightly as you fight back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. The overwhelming emotions swirl within you, and you can feel the warmth of the tears pressing against your lashes.
“Watch your mouth,” he asserts firmly, his fingers lightly tapping against your cheeks. The atmosphere crackles with tension, a thrilling electricity weaving between you as your heart pounds in rhythm with the excitement brewing in the air.
The heat radiating from your core surged intensely, creating a wave of warmth that seemed to envelop you. You found yourself inching closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you towards him.
I'M NOT WELLLLL! DOES HE KNOW WHAT HIS STUBBLE DO TO ME?????
frontwards, backwards, sideways, upside down, doggystyle, 69, raw, skin on skin, no lube, no protection, in the kitchen, in the fridge, in the bathroom, in the living-room, in the bedroom, in the closet, in the basement, in the attic, on the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, in the street, all night, all day, until my pussy explodes, until my legs snap in half, until the hair is ripped off my scalp, until im gasping for air, god please let me have this man.
haechan forcing jisung’s head firmly between your folds with the most devious smile ever ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა. your cute little black laced panties, with the cutest pink bow to top it off pushed over to the side by haechan— whose fingers were tangled in ji’s hair as he went in on your cunt. completely pussy drunk and messy, your arousal all on his chin and nose.
“you love how he eats your pretty little pussy? huh doll?” haechan would ask, he would be so mean. laughing when your thighs would start trembling. “please make him stop- can’t take it . . .”
“you wanna stop?” he didn’t ask you, no, he asked a pussy drunk jisung— to which he, of course, shook his head no. sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, causing you to cry out. attempting to push his head away, haechan slapped your thigh harshly, gripping your hands in his firmly. “give him what he wants, i don’t think he’s stopping any time soon.”
now on your fourth orgasm, back to back, barely minutes in between them. your juicy, lipgloss-covered bottom lip quivered as it felt like your nerves were on fire affecting every part of your body up to your lips, begging haechan to give you a break but he just laughed in your face. your nails instantly gripping the sheets when he let go of your hands, trying to twist your body away. but two pairs of hands holding you down . . . was something else.
“hyung, look at how she’s gripping my fingers,” jisung grunted in awe as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. always talking as if you weren’t there in front of them.
“fuckkk you’re gripping him. so fucking pathetic, i thought you were done?” haechan would mumble out staring at your pussy as if he would start devouring you at any second now.
jisung dived back in, you could’ve swore he moaned. the dazed look in his eyes from your pussy alone scared and awed you. tongue fucking you at one moment then his fingers curling at your g-spot with sucks and slurps to your sensitive nub the next.
“‘m coming again ji~” you hiccuped, haechan sneaking his hands up to press just above your pelvis making you loosen up your muscles and spongy, warm walls. it was as if your insides were on fire, caving in to utter weakness. “no wait-”
squirting in return. you let out choked gasps, tugging jisung’s hair . . . anything to get him away. you mewled as you watched him hold out his tongue in hopes of catching some of the liquid in his mouth. haechan slapped your clit repetitively to prolong your orgasm and out of reflex your hand went to his wrist harshly pushing it away, making him laugh at you.
the site of jisung licking your folds gently, taking in the essence of what he had just done made you shudder. lucky for you they let you lay and pant for a couple of seconds. preparing yourself for haechan who was ten times worse and always refused to let up— to the point where jisung sometimes got worried.
haechan then went to spit on your pussy, it dripping down your glossy folds like honey. “fuck he ruined you,” he whispered laying soft puckered kisses on your swollen clit and puffy folds. jisung going up to suck at your pert nipples lazily. you were so utterly exhausted that you attempted to close your legs from a touch so soft. “when did our doll become so slutty.”
he’d degrade you making you pout and deny, feeling so humiliated. shushing you when you’d try to reply making you feel even more dumb. “dolls don’t talk back.”
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