i remember you did a stuffed animal kink thing?? for a taeyong scenario a long time ago and i just rediscovered it and truthfully i’m in love.... can you please do haechan with a teddy bear and... maybe make it a notch dirtier hehe like him being mean nd telling the reader to use the teddy to get off.. hehe
(i’m the same anon who asked for the haechan puppy play and sister’s best friend blurbs btw! is my haechan maniac ass obvious enough now 😭🧸)
thank you for all the requests! writing haechan is so fun so I’ve really enjoyed these. I kind of went with an enemies with benefits kind of angle for some reason so I hope you like it
Warnings: mean haechan, maybe cnc if you think about it, and attempts at getting off using a stuffed animal
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“Is this what you cuddle when you miss me?” Haechan asks with a scoff, his hand roughly wrapping around the neck of your big teddy bear as he lifts it head to be next to his, “I guess we kind of look the same.”
“That’s none of your business,” you huff, ripping the stuffed animal from his hands and wrapping your arms around it as if to protect it.
You lay pressed against your bedroom wall, the teasing boy sitting up on his knees next to you as he picks through your things. It was the first time he’d ever been in your room, your meetings usually taking place in his room when he gets horny in the middle of the night, or whichever random bathroom he finds on the rare occasions you can actually stand to be with him in the outside world. But for once, he was desperate enough to come slithering to your front door, and with great apprehension and the spark of hope to get fucked by him, you let him in. The fact that he would treat your bedroom like a free sideshow attraction that allowed the viewers to grab at anything they wished was not something you anticipated or appreciated at all.
He leans in with a sneer, pressing his hand against the fuzzy stomach of the bear until you too feel the pressure of his fingers. You squirm as he uses the hold on the toy to hold you down, and if you weren’t afraid to let go of your beloved bear, you would have reached to smack his dirty grin right off his face.
“What?” He asks with faux innocence and curiosity as he puts his face only inches away from yours, “do you fuck it when you miss me too?”
“God, you’re such a creep Haechan,” you grumble, your voice shaking as you try to look away from him. But he follows your every move, doing so with ease as you're limited from the way he pushes you tighter against the way.
“That wasn’t a no,” he points out as he reaches his other hand to pinch the shell of your ear, “you do fuck it don’t you? You shove that cute little bear between your pretty thighs, and grind your fucking cunt against it. All while you dream about bouncing on my dick.”
You try to tell him to fuck off, but the words fall messily from your lips as he uses the hold on your ear to shake your head. The way he looms over you and his vulgar words hit you in a way that you love and hate, and as your legs wrap around the leg on the bear in an attempt to ground yourself against his taunting, you shamefully notice the way the plush presses against your sensitive core.
“You’re so pathetic and mindlessly horny for me, you just can’t help it can you?” He continues as his eyes flick down to the way the fabric of the bear bunches between your tense thighs, “doing anything you can to get off, while all you can think about is me.”
“I hate you Haechan,” you squeak, the words only being half truths, “you’re the fucking worst.”
“Oh really,” he grins at his success at pissing you off, “get up then. Prove to me that I’m wrong.”
He doesn’t give you an option to move on your own, instead he pulls harshly on your ear and forces you to sit crossed legged in front of him, reveling in the way you whimper out in pain as a pout pulls out your lower lip.
“What are you talking about?” You ask with caution, your arms and legs still wrapped tightly around the bear as you stare up at him with your eyes wide.
“Prove me wrong,” he demands, nodding at the head of the bear as it flops back onto your shoulder, “shove your little bear between your legs and see if you’re not begging for me to fuck you when you can’t make yourself come the way I can.”
“I-,” you try to argue, losing your voice as you glance down at your bear. You want to say no, the idea of soiling the stuffed animal with such a vulgar act making your chest tighten, but the way Haechan stares down at you with a glimmer of pure evil dancing in his eyes makes a wash of heat cover your entire body and you find it hard to deny his commands.
“Come on. Don’t make me wait,” he complains, reaching his hand down to pull at your shorts, grumbling when the bear blocks him from getting them past your lower hip, “show me how dirty I know you can be.”
You pull your knees to your chest when he moves to pull at the bear instead. He grabs the toy and throws it down onto your mattress face up, and now that you don’t have something to use as a blockade between you and the boy, he turns back to your folded up body with a hungry, wild look taking over his features.
“You’re a sleaze ball,” you say flat and bluntly, jerking forward as your fingers start to twitch against your legs. You flinch slightly when he pushes forward in the same way you had, pushing his face close enough that his nose bumps into yours.
“You like it,” he argues, doing nothing to deny your words, “every time, you let me in again and beg for me to fuck you. So you can’t for a second try to pretend that you don’t.”
He doesn’t give you an opportunity to argue back or think of another insult to spit in his face, before you feel his hand wrap around your ankle. He pulls you roughly, bringing your body to lay flat beneath him in a similar position as your teddy bear, and without even a second of pause, he reaches down to rip your shorts and underwear down your legs.
You half heartedly kick at him, aiming blows at his thighs just for show as you feel the cool air of your room brush against the dampening skin between your thighs. He was sleazy, he was gross and perverted and an absolute obnoxious ass, but that didn’t stop the way your body reacted to the way his fingers pushed against you and the way you couldn’t help but love every ounce of attention he gave to you.
He grabs roughly at the bend of your knees, shoving your legs up until the top of your thighs push against your torso, and as he moves down to stare shamelessly at your slicker core, he grins like he’s found the breaking evidence for his argument.
“Look at that,” he hums with a click of his tongue, pushing his hands into your skin to force your lower body to shift back and forth, “you can lie all you want, but your body never lets me down.”
He drops your legs to bring his hands to your waist, flipping you carelessly onto your stomach before he shoves his hands under your armpits. He lifts you as if you’re just his doll, and even though you loosen your muscles to turn your body into dead weight, he doesn’t show any concern or struggle as he moves you to straddle the stomach of your bear.
You sit on the stuffed toy pathetically, apologetically staring into the empty and black plastic eyes as if it has any capacity to understand what’s happening. Haechan sees the exchange, the huffy look that crosses your face, and he can’t help but beam at how cute you look.
“Don’t worry baby,” he coos as he scoots up behind you. He copies the way you sit on the toy, balancing himself on the less even fabric of the bear’s legs as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, “if he’s anything like me, he’ll enjoy this view more than anything in the world.”
“Don’t personify it,” you whine, subconsciously leaning into his chest as your hands move to wrap around Haechan’s forearms, “this is bad enough.”
“Bad enough?” he rhetorically asks as he presses his lips against the shell of your ear, taking a moment to nip at your earlobe before he continues, “don’t pout, baby. You know I always make sure you have fun.”
It’s with his words, that he pushes you to sit tighter against the bear. The fuzzy fabric brushes lightly against your bare skin, and as your thighs tense around it, you worry that you might actually end up enjoying this in the exact way that Haechan had promised.
He falls quiet as he presses his mouth against your jaw, his hands smoothing against your stomach as he moves his lips until they linger on your neck. Your breathing becomes shallow and a tingling feeling starts to spread across your body, and as you’re wrapped up in the existence of the man behind you, you barely notice the way he starts to guide your hips slowly back and forth.
“There you go,” he encourages, licking up the side of your neck when he feels you start to move your hips yourself, “just like I thought. You’ll fuck and do anything I tell you.”
“Haechan,” you grumble out, partially in annoyance and partially from the small bites of pleasure that gnaw at your skin. You want to snap at him for how vulgarly he speaks, but as your clit starts to catch and dig into the fabric, all you can do is let your head fall back onto his shoulder.
“Don’t even have to do much and you’re already calling out my name,” he says smugly, loving the way you start to crumble under his touch. He feels a little delirious from how beautiful you look pressed against him and the bear, and as he notices that you now properly grind the way he wanted, he starts to push his cold fingers under the wrinkles fabric of your shirt.
He can’t help but let out a soft laugh when his fingers push against the bare skin of your chest, the chilly temperature of his fingertips pinching roughly at your nipples making your hips move even faster. Whimpers bubble from your lips like his favorite song, and he can’t help but wish to devour you whole as your nails dig into the skin of his arms.
Your knees start bouncing against your mattress as frustration starts budding in your belly, his hands now roughly groping at your chest as he sucks at a patch of skin on your throat. Pleasure still claws at your belly as your hips move sporadically, but it’s not enough to push you as far as you need.
“Can’t make yourself come?” he asks, using his hands on your chest to pull you against him tighter as he moves to push his nose into the skin of your cheek, “you’re getting all flustered aren’t you?”
“Haechan, I need-,” you stop yourself before you can finish, a broken moan coming from your mouth as your hips start losing their rhythm. You stray further and further away from your finish in your frustration, and you grit your teeth as he just watches in amusement as you bounce against the stuffed bear.
“Go ahead,” he encourages, digging his blunt nails into your chest as he watches you struggle, “admit you need me, tell me how much you love what I can do to you and maybe I’ll give you what your pathetic little body needs.”
You let out an annoyed and frustrated sob as you try to tilt your hips back to where they need to be, but as you do so, Haechan shifts his own knee to push down the bear to keep it just out of your reach.
“Fuck,” you swear breathlessly, your entire body tensing as you try to clear the fog from your mind. You don’t want to give him what he wants, but the begging ache between your legs wins the battle over you stubborn brain, “need it. Need you so bad. I love everything you do to me, so please just do something Haechan.”
He groans loudly in appreciation, your words shooting straight to his crotch as he starts thrusting against you from behind. He loves how broken he’s gotten you, how you bend and squirm against him, and even he can’t deny the bubbling want that floods his stomach.
“Kiss me,” he demands as one hand slips up to wrap around your throat as his arm is still trapped under your shirt, his fingers forcing your head to turn towards him, “give me a kiss and I’ll give you everything you need, my poor little baby.”
You do so without question, without arguing, or even a sound. You chase his lips eagerly, your hips still moving uselessly as he kisses you roughly. The way he immediately pulls your lower lip into his mouth makes the butterflies that were in your belly immediately rush to your throat, and with a happy sigh falling from your mouth into his, you realize this might be your favorite part.
He pushes you away after a moment, shaking his head softly when he sees you still wear a deep pout on your face. But he ignores it and the way you mumble his name again, as he pushes you to lay flat against the bear on your stomach.
“What did I tell you?” he asks as he pushes his hands into the dip of your back as he leans down to whisper into your ear, “knew you’d be begging me in no time.”
“Haechan please don’t tease me anymore,” you beg as you nuzzle your heated face into the neck of your bear, the visual of it making Haechan’s chest tighten.
“Don’t worry,” he shushes you, shifting until his hips press between your thighs and are flush against your ass, “I’ll make sure we have a lot of fun.”