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summary: in which you playfully suggest to your boyfriend, haechan, that you two ditch the condoms. turns out, he has some kinks you didn’t know about.
word count: 1.1k
content warnings: dom!haechan, breeding kink, unprotected piv (don’t ever do this.) degradation, spitting (fem rec.), slapping (fem rec.), choking, mentions of voyeurism, squirting, oral (male rec.), mentions of piss, haechan gets called a pervert once by reader, badly written ending
haechan was many, many things, but what he wasn’t was a patient man and everyone knew this—from his professors to his close friends, he was known to want things done immediately. and so, when you two ran out of condoms, he was less than patient about it.
you were laying on the couch of his apartment, your legs sprawled out as your head dangled over the edge of the couch, the sound of haechan’s voice breaking through the stillness of the room.
“it’s stupid that we can’t have sex until we get more condoms, we’re both clean,” he whined, running his hand through his messy black hair as he looks over at you with the poutiest, most pathetic expression he could muster.
you couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh at his pouty expression, sitting up and looking at him with a look of mock disappointment. “we don’t have to use a condom if it’ll shut you up,” you say, the words meant to simply be a playful taunt, a soft giggle escaping your lips afterwards.
except the air in the room had changed, the tension rising between the two of you palpable as haechan looks at you with a look of pure hunger, a look you had never seen in his eyes before. but surprisingly, you weren’t scared, in fact, you wanted him more than you ever had before.
“you’d let me fill that pretty pussy? that’s what you want, baby?” he asks, his voice raspy and low as his eyes trail up and down your body, his gaze lingering on your breasts for a beat too long to not be purposeful. your words were caught in your throat, unable to respond, you simply nodded your head in agreement with his words.
“such a braindead little whore, cant even speak,” haechan says mockingly, leaning over and grabbing your hair to shove you to the ground, your knees hitting the floor with a loud thud that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning—not like you cared though, not while haechan’s hardened cock was right in front of your face.
it was almost as if you were on autopilot at this point, no thoughts in your head whatsoever as you simply stared up at him with glossy eyes and even glossier lips. the only thing that broke you out of your trance was the feeling of haechan slapping you across the cheek harshly, the sting doing nothing but add to your (barely contained) arousal, slick coating your inner thighs as you pathetically rub them together.
of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by haechan whatsoever, his gaze immediately turning into one of mockery and faux disgust at just how needy you were being for him. “needy little thing.. open your mouth,” he coos mockingly, and yet, you oblige his request no questions asked.
as soon as your lips parted, his spit was landing on your tongue and of course, you swallowed it all. in one swift motion, haechan had slid his sweats down revealing his swollen and hard cock, precum beading at the red tip. almost as if on cue, your lips were immediately wrapped around his cock, your hand palming at whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth.
“fuck– yeah, keep doing that,” he moans out, his hands immediately finding your hair as he thrusts shallowly into your throat, making you gag whenever he hits the back of your throat. you were an absolute mess, spit and tears running down your face as your thighs rubbed together pathetically—the only sounds that could be heard were haechan’s moans and whines, along with your muffled cries and the loud sounds of you gagging and choking on him.
you were soon grabbed by the hair once again, except this time it was to lift you up so that you were bent over the couch, your soaked panties on full display for haechan and boy, did he enjoy the view. his hands were quickly pulling down your panties, tossing them aside and mumbling something that sounded oddly like “i’m keeping these,” but you were too damn desperate to care.
you were just about to ask him to repeat what he said when you suddenly felt it—his cock sliding into you without warning, the feeling of him thrusting so deeply and suddenly making you let out a sharp gasp. his hand immediately found its way to your hair, pulling you so that your back was perfectly arched as his thrusts continued.
“hae– haechan, slow down,” you hiccup out between your broken moans, unable to catch your breath due to the sudden intrusion. instead of verbally answering, haechan’s hand went to rub at your swollen and puffy clit, your eyes rolling back into your head as you start trying to match his thrusts.
“making such a fuckin’ mess around me, baby. i thought you wanted me to slow down,” haechan says mockingly, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick the more your swollen pussy sucked him in with each thrust and the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock didn’t go unnoticed either.
“what if mark walked in and saw me using you like this on the couch?” haechan asks, his tone just as mocking as it normally was, except his words had the complete opposite effect that they thought they would have on you—instead of covering your face in embarrassment or whining, your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him at the thought of your boyfriend’s roommate walking in on you two.
you didn’t even need to reply, your body did all the talking for you—your pussy creaming all over his cock, your walls growing impossibly tighter and the pit in your stomach growing more and more uncomfortable as the seconds pass, except this time felt different. “haechan– baby, i think i’m gonna pee,” you whimper, your hand reaching behind you to try and slow down his harsh thrusts.
as soon as haechan registered your words, he immediately pulled out of you, causing a loud whine to escape your lips but that was soon replaced with a high-pitched, breathless moan as he pistons his cock inside you at a sharper, deeper angle that hit all the right places.
“gonna breed this pussy, c’mon baby.. lemme breed you, fill you up real nice– fuck, baby–” haechan babbles mindlessly, his thrusts matching his desperation as his orgasm was creeping closer and closer until you finally came—liquid squirting all over the couch, your thighs and his thighs—which made haechan’s hips stutter as his cum filled you up.
after a few moments of silence, the two of you simply laying down and enjoying each other’s company, you couldn’t help but turn to your boyfriend and laugh. “you’re such a pervert, getting off on getting me pregnant,” you say playfully, ignoring the way haechan’s bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout.
haechan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your words, turning himself so that he was facing you fully as a smirk forms on his face. “says the girl who asked me to piss on her,” haechan retorts, unable to help himself from laughing.
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