okay so... hopefully i have atleast a few people that still gaf about me here.. but im getting back into writing.. hopefully??
obviously, it isnt going to be about wayv or any nct member anymore... so, if you want to witness this.. or whatever. my revival?? okay whatever come here and stop reading my old shitty works
uhh so like im not coming back to this acc.. dont got time + I dont rlly care for wayv anymore bcs theyre lwkey mid now and the whole yangyang israel thing.. so yeah.. thanks for all the love!!
cw : very corny pizza boy porn scenario, deepthroating, dumbification, a tinsy tiny bit of fluff, you could tell I had fun with this, colors and links made the fic fun in the process, hendery employee of the month, hendery monster cock, does semen and pizza go together (no? okay then.)
apart of the nct corny porn plots series!
you were hungry as hell.
your stomach caved in with every growl, the intro to that one adult swim show with that one white guy and his friends and it's just beer beer and beer. is that seriously what men only drank? it made your stomach churn, great.. now you were nauseous and hungry.
rolling over sighing, you break your back into an uncanny angle to grab your phone from the floor. you sighed in relief when it came out unblemished, it probably fell when you were having a tantrum earlier about every restaurant being closed.
only little caesars was open.
and you cried.
who wants a greasy pie with cheese and whatever topping, possibly meat in the middle of the night. it'll probably just leave you uncomfortably full and queasy. even the thought at the grease caked up around your mouth was.. ew.. there was a lone chinese restaurant open too but.. just no.
ah yes, maybe you could try going to sleep.
never mind, another fuckass chipotle ad played.
your ears perked to the sizzling and contemporary deep male voice whilst scrolling past an arby's ad, your stomach growled.. to a fucking meat sandwich. oh you were near starvation.
you called up the nearest shop, the receiver sighed before he said, âwelcome to.. little caesars.. uhm, how could I help you?â he sounded bummed out but his tone made you roll on your stomach and kick your legs.
âhmmm..â he huffed at your voiceâ excuse me?â
âwhat?â
âwhy'd you do that?â
âdo what?â
âTHAT.â
he sighs, giving a full visual of the overworked male slumping his shoulders. âdo.. what?â the last syllable was dragged out with tiredness.
âyou fuckingâyou let out a dramatic exasperated sigh, attempting to mock himâat me.â
âwell maybeââ he paused his objection and realized his actions based off the sudden drop of his tone. âwait.. sorry. uh, I'm just stressedââ he possibly scratched his head based off the small pause. âwhat do you want..?â
âuhm,â you mumbled, âdo you guys still have the pineapple pizza.. urm, special after midnight offer..â it was the cheapest thing on the menu.
âwe surely do!â he said weirdly sultry but playfully at the same time. for some reason, an idea popped into your mind.
âum.. what's the total?â you audibly stifled a giggle.
âum.. 7.57.â he mocked you but you didn't process it until way after you got off the phone.
âalso.. can you send your hotteââ
âit's only me.â he deadpanned. your smile and giggles dropped, well damn bitch.
âoh.â you hung up and threw your phone across the bed. that was.. uh. em.. urm.. embarrassing. but now you had to wait, confront, apologize to this poor man you managed to stress out within a sentence, go to bed, probably not even eat the pizza, poke the pineapples out and feel embarrassed for the rest of your life.
you spaced out, thinking about the scenarios and possible circumstances you'll take just for him to forgive you. maybe, the second you open the door, you throw yourself into his arms.. maybe, give him a 100 dollar tip.. kiss him.. kill him, hmmmm.. singing confessions II by usher?
the 100 dollar trick will definitely work, but let's double it down to a 20 or a 10.. but first, you gotta find your wallet.
you scrambled to your kitchen to find your purse, rummaging through your lotions, vaselines, lip glosses, car and house keys and finally.. your wallet. opening it, you're met with an array of mismatched cards; victoria secret, bath and body works, marianos..? uhm anyways, your drivers license and your card!
did they take card though?
who even carries bills anymore?
the doorbell rang.
âit's pouring out here! can you open up please, I have your pizza and I really don't wanna get it wet..â his baritone yet desperate voice called from outside the door. you panicked for a bit, hands frantically searching through your papers before you sighed, trudging towards the door.
opening the door, you nearly folded inward at the most delectable man you've ever seen right in front your very eyes. he was literally drenched, his orange shirt clung to his torso; his collar bones being his most prominent feature and the extrusive trail of his abs.
you finally met eyes with him, his brown hair was dewy and besides the vivid familiar smell of pizza, you picked up the scent of rain and nature from him.
why are his eyes so big too..
his nose was really cute and perky too,
ew.. are you checking out the delivery man?!
âpizza! pizza! your double delight.. uh.. hot and ready for a bite!â hendery (you now noticed his name tag) sing-songed, swaying his figure slightly to the imaginary beat.
âhere's my card!â he tsked and sighed, gripping the pizza box which you now noticed was weirdly close to his crotch.
ânow, why would I take your card..?â he tilted his head with an eyebrow raise, placing one of his hands on his hip.
âbecause it's the way I'm payââ hendery rolled his eyes, quite dramatically at your rebuttal and actual stupidness. who the fuck thinks that delivery driversâ especially from a cheap restaurant like little caesars would be carrying a fuckass card reader, that's more for chick fil a.
âdoes it look like I have a card reader?!â he said monotonous, you noticed that he said it slowly as if you were stupid or something.
oh shit.
his eyes zoned in on your curves before they trailed up to your face, âhow bout this, since you're so pretty..â he looked down at the box, sucking his bottom lip before looking back up at you.
âI'll give you it for free, it's on me sweetheart..â his pearly whites flashed for a second in a chaste smile.
âwait? really?!â your stomach dropped in excitement. he reveled in your happiness, he swore your smile was the prettiest.
âthey call me the employee of the month for a reason..â hendery said, leaning on the door with the pizza box still tight to his crotch. âhow about I come inside, it's pouring out here..â his eyes drifted to the rain jumping off the pavement then back to you with a slight smirk.
âa gift for a gift, yeah?â without waiting for your response, he stepped in with a mischievous grin.
âwell, okay then..â you muttered, making sure to keep your eyes on the strange male whilst you shuffle behind him to shut the door.
there was something keeping the box ajar. through the slit, it looked like a tip of something, uhm.. that's not his dick right?
let's hope it's a container of garlic butter.
âuhm, what's that..â the tip of your finger nudged at the foreign object poking out, he hissed at the contact. genuinely, you cannot explain how you felt in that moment. shock, confusion, maybe a bit of terror ran through your body, you tried to pull away but his calloused hand gripped your wrist.
his other hand flicked open the pizza box, was that a pineapple ring around his dick?! your jaw fucking rolled to the ground, why was it so wide, so elongated and veiny and the worst part was.. THAT SHIT WAS LEAKING ALL OVER YOUR PIZZA.
âbro, you're leaking all over my pizza! I was fucking starving!â you whined, snatching the pizza box from his hands and throwing it on the ground.
âwell, if you insist..â his hand went to your waist and squeezed before lowering you to your knees slowly. âhave a taste..?â his other hand rubbed his massive member leisurely, positioning his cockhead at your pouty lips. âcome on now..â he took the pineapple off and threw it on the ground.
you were hesitative, but you at least have to meet him in the middle. you obliged and opened your mouth, looking up at him; you noticed the sharpness of his jaw line. goddamn, he was hot. kitty licking his salty and sweet tip, a blob of precum landed on your top lip causing you to flinch.
he giggled at that. bitchass.
the hand at the back of your hand coerced your head forward, the tang of sweat ran through your taste buds. the taste of pineapple and salt became stronger as he pushed forward and stretched your mouth past your limits, you shivered and moaned. hendery's hand wrapped around your jaw before pressing on your neck, feeling around the bulge of his hefty cock through your skin.
âyou're so hungry~ hm?â he ridiculed you before pulling back a bit and slamming himself back in. âdon't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied.â he gripped your locks before maneuvering your head harshly on his member, using your mouth like a cock sleeve.
you gagged, choked and flailed around but he didn't let up, his tip rubbed your tonsils sore. his abdomen was flush with your nose before he pulled out, a trail of spit, phlegm and precum followed.
your face was warm with tears and spit, you looked up at him; he was smirking. hendery suddenly yanked you up and pushed you against the wall, he played with the strings of your pyjama pants. âso fucking cute,â he murmured whilst squeezed your cheeks, his hand was as big as your fucking head.
âtell me what you want, honey..â
âI want my pizzââ
âdamn, you'll get your pizza soon!â hendery yelled with wide eyes, shoving his thumb in your mouth. âshit, you're like a fuckinâ baby..â his salty digit rubbed a circle on your tongue, your teeth instinctively grazed the skin of the digit before biting down on it lightly. damn, you were hungry. his free hand shoved your fluffy pants to the floor with a small thud, you winced at the contact of his clammy hand fondling your ass.
it was his turn to fall to his knees, his hands fell to your thighs to squeeze and massage them before he shoved his face inbetween your legs. his tongue spread through your folds, sucking on your clit like a baby bottle.
you moaned and writhed but still had a sense of embarrassment of the sounds that resounded off the walls. he looked up at you with those fuckass doe eyes, you nearly fumbled into a ball of nothing right there. his left moved to your ass but his right stayed at your thighs, your head spun from his doings.
he then started to become reluctant, his eyes rolled back multiple times; immersing himself in the flavors of your savory juices. to be honest, the sounds of him slurping makes you want a baja blast from taco bell.
you just don't know why either.
âfuck do you think you could take me, princess?â hendery pulled away, his mouth messy with slick and a trail of drool dripping and clinging to his chin.
pulling you out of your baja blast daydream, hendery's eyes looked eager and bigg-ER like what the fuck? was he giving you puppy eyes?!
âuhm..â you looked down at his cock, it twitched like it was waving at you. âI'll see.â you shrugged and hendery fucking SMILED. again.
oh my gosh, he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
hendery stood up, the height difference was now more intimidating now. you only had view of his neck once he came closer, you were kinda upset but lightened (and tightened) up once his bulbous tip rubbed against your damp hole. you could already tell that he was too big, his tip felt heavy..
âwait..!â you screamed before he pushed in, hendery sighed before looking down at you. his brown pupils bored into your uncertain ones, âwhat if you tear through my ass and create two holes like some king louis xiv shit..â he gave you another fuckass smile but this one was reassuring, you giggled unironically.
âyou'll be fine!â he rolled his eyes but this time with a playful intention and kissed your forehead. after almost going into shock, he pushes himself in; you both grunt at the first contact. the smooth ridges of your pussy gripped him so well, practically milking him; hendery even looked at you to see if you noticed but your eyes were shut trying to accommodate to the monster's intrusion.
his shoulders slumped, guess he'll go easy on you. but you were so beautiful when you struggled.. hendery decided to test the waters once he sheathed at your cervix, he craned his neck to bite yours. you only whimpered and helped once he started to pick up a slow, steady pace just for you. the string in your stomach started to get tangled and soon break, you even started to tear up from the waves of ecstasy that launched throughout your body like mini sparklers.
sooner than later, he started pounding into you and everything around you felt humid.. your inner thighs were a sticky mess, it felt like your neck was being sucked by a vacuum and pricked by a toothpick and coated with hendery's slobber mixed with yours. you didn't even realize your mouth was agape, close it.
âsweetheartâ holy shit!â you must've clenched around him or something, you didn't know what was what anymore. you might've even been deranged from the fucking monster cock that alternated your intestines functions and forms. âyou're taking me so we-ll..â hendery's voice cracked a bit at the end. his jaw was unhinged, eyes shut until he looked down at the connection of your bodies.
hendery's cock swelled and twitched inside of you, emitting another moan from you and causing you to position your leg up higher. you literally wanted him embedded inside of you at this point.
âI think I'm gonââ you cut yourself off once that one particular thrust threw you off the edge. hendery's abdomen tensed when your walls pulsated around him in an erratic, yet unsteady rhythm. but the thing is, your high wasn't as long lived because once your post nut clarity hit you harder than that one ball during gym class in middle school.
you were fucking.. the pizza man.. in the middle of the night.
LIKE A FUCKING PORNO?
man oh man, you were in the fucking gutter, deep in it.. you felt like there was an audience of ghosts making fun of you, this was so fucking embarassing.
hendery pulled out of you with a pop, everything was black. did you go blind?! oh no, you just had your eyes shut. you opened them and gasped once you realized, the dick was so good, you thought you went blind. he started to gather himself but he snatched glances at you like he wanted to say something or do something. but you only stared at the stairs, what else did he expect?
he was only a delivery boy after all.
âdeadass..â you croaked out of the blue, a lazy smile forming at the edge of your lips as you pondered on the unknown idea. hope resonated in his soul and visibly on his face when he turned around. âwhat if you tried the jizz pizza? the one you had your cock all over earlier..â you asked confidently and with a hint of curiosity, your foot nudged at his with a small snort.
hendery looked at the box, then looked at you with reassurance. it's not like you were daring him or holding him at gun point, it was just question. but something urged him in his heart that made him want to please you for some reason, like he needed to.
âare you serious?â he questioned, concern and something else you couldn't sense was etched in his features.
Canât stop thinking about yunho angry fucking you because he lost in a video game >o<
recently saw a reel about this grrrr.. i need angry yunho in my bed rn.
á˘đŠ ( jyh ) fem reader nsfw / swearing, established relationship, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected (donât do it!!), petnames, degradation.
his hips slammed into yours repeatedly, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and nearly drowning out the volume of your moans. yunho had your face buried in the pillows as he took you from behind, one of his hands gripping yours and pinning them to your back.
âyunhoâ oh myâ fuck,â you cried out, tightly squeezing your eyes shut. âi canâtâ i canât take it.â
you clenched around himâhard enough to make his hips stutter as you tried to wiggle away.
âmm-mm, come back here, baby. donât you run from me,â yunho groaned, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you back against him harder. a sharp gasp left your lips as his cock touched that spot deep inside your walls.
he never went easy when he was upset. especially when he lost a gameâhe was like a whole different person. heâd just take off his headset, find you in your spot on the bed, flip you how he wanted you and fucked you into the mattress until he was satisfied.
âcâmon, baby, you like this donât you?â he grinned slowly, his hand landing a stinging slap to your ass. âyou like being my little fucktoy? like when i use this pussy however i please?â
you couldnât even respondâtoo dazed to remember your own name. he continued pounding into your sopping hole, moaning as he felt you leak down his length.
yunho hissed, âlook at that.. stupid little cuntâs just dripping everywhere. you couldnât wait to see me lose, huh?â
you whined as he gripped your ass harshly, fingernails digging into your soft skin while he spread you open. his hips never slowed, his thick cock dragging in and out of you.
âj-just wanna cum..â you sob into the pillows, hips still wriggling around in his hold.
âmhm, bet you do, nasty girl.â he said softly, leaning down to place a small kiss on your shoulder.
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pairing: fuckbuddy!yangyang x f!reader x loser!winwin
genre: angst wc: 1.8k
contains: friends with benefits trope, jealousy, bickering and miscommunication, toxic relationships, dirty talk, gets a bit smutty in the end
âa little bird told me that something interesting went down in my kitchen minutes before the party.â yangyang speaks up without feeling the need to look at you as you walk into the room with drinks for the two of you in hands.
upon hearing these words, on the inside, you instantly picture winwin and how you cuss at him; how you punch his chest and tell him to fuck off for thinking it was a good idea to open his mouth about this even after you told him not to. on the outside, you exclaim with the most unbothered surprise you can fake.
âoh? who is it about?â
âtry to guess.â
winwinâs face is still present in your mind as your heart clenches from time to time. the truth is, you donât regret what happened between the two of you - you liked it, a lot. your only goal was to provoke winwin, to tease him, you didnât expect him to unleash this new unknown by anyone side of his. one minute he was being his usual awkward self, and the next he was completely unpredictable and suddenly you couldnât help it - you wanted to see more of what heâs capable of.
but on the other hand⌠you wish you could turn back time and not give in to the temptation so easily, because yangyang is the one who matters to you.
as you put down yangyangâs drink on the nightstand beside him you use the opportunity to take a quick peek at his face. he looks too calm which puts you on edge. you wonder how much exactly do you mean to him? the number of girls he hooks up with is higher than the number of guys you sleep with; you wonder if thereâs a possibility of someone taking your place as his new favorite?
you erase the on going messy thoughts in your head and name the first person from your mutual circle that you can think of:
âjohnny?â
âno,â yangyang drags out the word with a certain laziness to his tone, and that makes him seem like heâs getting bored of the way you insist on playing this game. ânot even close.â
âi give up,â you sit down on the bed next to him and lean back against the cushions. as you wait everything to go downhill from here, you bend knees to your chest to at least feel comfortable in the heated moment.
what exactly are you giving up? hiding what really happened that night before the party, or⌠yangyang?
the question shoots through your train of thought so quickly you almost miss it.
but can you really ever give up on yangyang? maybe in another life, but you doubt you can do it in this one.
âi told you youâre not allowed to fuck any of my friends.â he speaks up after a pause of silence. âthis was the only condition we had.â
âthatâs not true,â you disagree, âwe also said that weâre never going to act jealous and ask questions about other people we sleep with.â you resist to turn to him which is good, because you wouldnât have enjoyed seeing that scornful laugh he makes after hearing you out.
âthis isnât jealousy, sweetheart.â
âthen why do you care so much that i slept with him?â you ask, and your heart quickens as the seconds without an answer go by. âbecause itâs winwin?â
yangyang remains silent for a moment just staring in a blank dot on the wall. in comparison to him, you canât stop staring at the chair placed in the corner to hold a pile of clothes. it makes you wonder how many girls have tossed their skirts and messy underwear there. you hate the idea of this and thatâs why you never use that chair.
âyou donât know him like i do!â yangyangâs voice grows stronger. his hair tumbles down as he looks at his lap while the motions of his hand emphasise his frustrations. âyou let him fuck you once - good, now heâs practically in love with you, and youâre only gonna make a fool of him, because heâs already obsessed with you and you hate when people obsess over you.â
âoh, please! donât pretend to care about his feelings.â
somebody craving my love and attention to the point they canât think of anything else sounds nice right now, you think to yourself.
you know the reason behind yangyangâs anger, and the words are stuck in your throat, threatening to come out any minute now. you wonder if youâre going to succeed in keeping them in. the idea of putting him in his place is tempting.
âi do, because heâs a good loyal guy.â his tone fades down to normal again. âand you⌠youâre me.â
you gaze into his face. yangyang tilts his head slightly in your direction, because he can clearly feel the cold intensity in your eyes that are suddenly focused on him after avoiding him for so long.
for an unknown reason thereâs a spark in his gaze. like heâs proud of what he just said.
âdo not compare me to yourself. weâre not the same.â
âcâmon, weâre like two sides of the same coin, y/n.â a lazy smile slowly spreads on his lips. one that doesnât convey joy, but an annoying confidence. a smile that says: iâm aware of things that youâre not.
âbullshit,â you scoff, looking away.
your heart starts racing, and your mind starts overworking with all the things you want to say to him, but also with the enormous pile of things you still canât find a way to explain to your own self; how are you going to tell him things you donât even know the answers to? you discreetly press a hand to your cheek and realise youâre getting hot from your sudden infuriation.
a good loyal guy like winwin, or any good loyal guy, cannot be with a girl like you.
thereâs one thing you know for sure though.
âwho knows, you might be right, but there are a few things in which we obviously differ from each other.â you quickly put on a mask that hopefully gives you the look of someone thatâs not that affected by this conversation. âconfidence, for example. you hate the fact i hooked up with winwin only because youâre scared of people finding out that i went to fuck a loser like him instead of you. theyâll start talking and ask questions. is yangyang that bad in bed? why would she suddenly jump on winwinâs dick anââ
âyou do have an imagination, iâll give you that.â yangyang cuts you off.
âiâm over this.â you put an end to the conversation, and youâre just about to jump off the bed when yangyangâs hand pulls you in. âwhat do you want?â you mumble with a frown.
âkiss me,â he utters.
âiâm not in the mood,â you turn your head dismissively to the other side.
âbaby,â he speaks again even more softly; almost in a completely different voice. âlisten to me.â
you know itâs not a good idea, but you look back at him and allow him to run his hands along the bare skin of your arms.
âno one can have what we have.â
there were a few times when youâve told yourself the same exact thing. it sounds so much better when he says it though - more real.
âand you canât have what you share with me with another person,â he continues as his one hand goes up to cup your cheek. âsame thing with me, even if i try iâll never find in another girl what you keep on giving me.â
yangyang pulls you closer until you lay your head on his chest. his arms wrap around your figure, and you breathe in and out slowly. the sudden embrace loosens you up on the instant and your heartâs banging goes back to normal.
âletâs not complicate things, yeah?â this question makes his warm voice suddenly ring with a demanding colder thrill. itâs suddle, but youâve known him for so long that you always notice things like that in his behaviour.
after he doesnât hear a response from you, yangyang forces your chin up so he can look into your eyes and get it himself. you nod as his finger keeps your head up and soon enough his lips press against yours. how do you resist him?
kissing him always helps you to calm your mind, even when heâs the reason for it to be anxious in the first place. however, thereâs one little conclusion that you came to; looks like youâre making progressâŚ
yangyang is wrong about you. you are good and you are loyal, just for the wrong person. yet⌠here you are, deepening the kiss, because youâre not able to fight against your own true feelings.
after you adjust comfortably on his body, his hands begin to roam freely underneath your oversized tee and your familiar skin, warm against his palms, gets him excited. he takes it off so he can trace every inch without restrictions.
âthatâs always better,â he utters close to your mouth.
a sharp breath slips from your lips when he swiftly switches the position by laying you on your back. your hands suddenly hang in the air when he locks your wrists together between his fingers.
âi already want to fuck this pussy again,â he says under his breath while sliding his free hand down your stomach. âjust the way you want it.â
the thought of him inside you has you feeling a bit dizzy with the way the tip of his finger brushes against your clothed clit. itâs true, he always fulfills your desires the way you want, but you canât stop your brain from going back to that experience with winwin⌠heâs the one who showed you that you can have your desires fulfilled in new exciting ways, and the most pleasing part about it is how unpredictable it felt with him; last but not least⌠how it felt that he performed the way he did because of you. youâre the main cause for his unrestrained self, and it results into him fulfilling your cravings the way you need them to be fulfilled.
you know youâre all that occupied his mind before and after that⌠and you know you still are, and you like it.
âcome in!â yangyang shouts on top of you, but his eyes look at the half-open bedroom door.
you didnât even hear the doorbell ringing from being completely lost in your own thoughts. your brows furrow questionably for an explanation, but you quickly receive one when winwinâs voice spreads throughout the apartment.
yangyangâs eyes bling with a daring smile while yours stare at him with lack of understanding.
âthought youâd like it if he comes over to hang out with us,â he says continuing to hold your hands together. âyouâre friends now after all.â
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We have also been suffering from the absence of cooking gas for 10 months, so we use wood Plastic is an alternative to gas, which leads to poisoning.
We also suffer from the lack of electricity and the frightening darkness at night, which exposes my brothers to extreme fear because of the sound of gunfire.
In addition, we have not had a fixed income since the beginning of the brutal war..
I appeal to you to help my family so that we can live a better life
Our goal is achieved with your help and donations
My name is Bara' Al-Shurafa, I am 15 years old. We are a family o⌠بعاإ اŮŘ´ŘąŮا braucht deine UnterstĂźtzung fĂźr Aide pour une vie meilleure
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