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[prettieangel]

i feel like i have to say something about this as a black person, briize and as someone who genuinely hates racism with every ounce of my being.

this eunseok situation really through me in for a loop tbh and it hurts my heart to see other black people talk about how affected they were by this. in no way, shape or form am i relieved from his apology because it feels half assed and short, but at least he had the decency to acknowledge and apologize for it.

that being said, no, i do not forgive him just yet, and might not ever will, although I always try to find it in my heart to forgive. i’m processing and very upset about this, especially with him being one of my ults and someone i love dearly. he genuinely needs to be fully educated on this matter, and as a grown man AND as someone in the industry, should already know right from wrong, know the extent of his actions and words and shouldn’t be throwing slurs around like that, or at all for any matter.

i will continue to write for (though not for a while) and support him as an artist in hopes that he lives and learns from this (can’t say it was a mistake, given he knew what he was doing 😭) and owns up to it with nothing but shame, remorse and regret in his heart. he deserves to be held accountable and shouldn’t have to be taught right from wrong, since he is a grown man and knows the damage a word or an action could do, even if it wasn’t “intentional”.

I hope black people affected by this, especially black briize, are doing well and always remember that you are loved, appreciated and beautiful, no matter what others say, and i hope you all have a great day !! 🥹

[yrfairy]

[yrfairy]

SUNGCHAN WHAT THE FUCK /pos

[yrfairy]

bad taste. ♡

18+ | privileged frat boy!sungchan x fem!reader

1.4k ♡ noncon, dubcon, unspecified age gap, virgin!reader, coercion, manipulation, degradation, dacryphilia, face slapping, brief mention of alcohol use, mention of reader wearing clothes that are too tight, mouth on bulge through the boxers, bulge sniffing. not fully proofread. ♡

⚠︎ fairy’s disclaimer: this fic is written mainly from the male character’s perspective. heavy r*pe culture and misogynistic themes are used. this additional warning is to let readers know before they proceed further, and as always, if you don’t like, please don’t read. ♡

sungchan is part of the hottest fraternity on campus or at least he was for four years then for whatever reason, decided to stick around. he graduated a couple of years ago although the legitimacy of that claim is up for debate. even so, it doesn’t matter because he’s still one of the ‘most sought after dicks’ on campus and he has no issue with that designation. it isn’t difficult for him to find someone to sleep with but after years of having pussy just handed to him, it gets a little boring. it gets old hearing the same lines from the same bitches. sometimes he wants a bit of a challenge.

it doesn’t take much to impress sungchan but showing even the slightest disinterest like ignoring a joke he makes (even if you just didn’t hear it) is enough for him to pick you as a target. you aren’t hard for him to take advantage of. easy enough to ply with alcohol before luring you away from others, then when he gets you alone, you get shy and tell him you don’t want to do ‘anything’. he thinks you’re perfect. he tells you it’s okay, it won’t be ‘anything’, it’ll just be a little touching, a little kissing, he wants to make you feel good. he thinks that’s what you want to hear but it’s not. you’ve never done anything before and you make the grave mistake of telling him that.

sungchan can’t control himself, you’re like a wet dream for him. not only are you a fresh face and putting up a sexy amount of resistance by his own sick preferences, you’re untouched, or at least that’s what you’re saying and he has to believe it. he tells you that ‘you need this’, that ‘you deserve this’, as he gropes your tits, grabbing you roughly by the waist to pull you against him, keeping you trapped between his body and the edge of the bed. his hands are everywhere, fondling you as his lips brush your flushed skin, lips pressing against the spots he knows are sensitive. he finds it amusing that every girl he’s ever slept with responds the same. kiss them just below the ear, nip their jaw, instantly gone. he has you gasping softly as he rolls one puffed nipple between his fingers, rocking his hips against yours so you can feel how hard he is already. how hard he is for you.

you keep pushing back against him, whining that you don’t want to do this, that you’re not ready. you don’t know him well enough, you don’t know him at all. you’re drunk. you said no. you throw every excuse in the book at him and it’s not that he’s not listening. he hears you and he wants you to keep telling him how badly you want him to stop while he pushes a single digit past your folds to be engulfed by your slick heat. he wants you to tell him how badly you don’t need this while you clench around his finger like you’re scared to let him go.

it wouldn’t have mattered if you told someone. no one cares and if they do, he can make sure they don’t. he expected you to post some vague story on your social media, to watch the turmoil unfold in real time. to hear through the grapevine how upset you are but hey, you’re the one still talking about it. he wasn’t imagining that you’d be trying to text him, asking to see him again. at first, sungchan thought it might be a trap so he ignored you. he doesn’t usually eat at the same spot twice. you messaged him again, this time being more specific about what you wanted. you told him you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. how he was right. you needed this. you need him. he thinks you’re fucking with him, but he’d be lying to say he wasn’t thinking about you too. he liked how you cried during it and went so quiet after. how you finally went limp and just let him use you. how your pussy sucked him in even more when he mocked you. ‘see how easy is it to just give in? feels good doesn’t it?’ and you could only moan in response.

the problem is that you want it so bad. maybe he fucking imprinted on you or something but you’re so desperate for it. you’re all over him when he shows up to your dorm, already half dressed, tits spilling out of a bra that is clearly too small for you and a pair of shorts that could barely pass as underwear. you look delicious, he wants to rip the fabric off and get his mouth on you right away, but… he can’t. you want it too badly. he liked it when you were playing coy, when he could see the fear in your eyes warring with desire and guilt. this… it’s like you’re someone else.

‘please,’ you whimper, sinking to your knees in front of him. he hasn’t even taken his shoes off. you reach for his belt but he pushes your hand away, gently at least for the time being. you move closer, clutching just above his knees as you lean in, heavy breath ghosting over the seam of his jeans. you push your face against his crotch, nose nudging at the soft bulge. you look so fucking pathetic like this, tugging helplessly at the material as though you’re testing to see how much he’ll let you get away with.

sungchan doesn’t consider himself to be cruel, unless he wants to be. he gives you a chance, unbuckling his belt first, then the top button of his pants. he lets you be the one to drag the zipper down, parting the denim like petals before tugging just enough to expose his cloth covered, half hard cock. you put your mouth over it without hesitation, tongue licking through the fabric, leaving dampness behind when you pull away to look up at him with the saddest look he swears he’s ever seen. you look so pretty, pupils already blown and lips parted. you also look ridiculous. you look like you’d let him hit you and just take it, maybe even moan and ask him to do it again.

‘you want this?’ he asks, gesturing to his groin with a slight jerk of his chin. you nod all too eagerly, eyes lighting up like a puppy being offered a treat in exchange for doing a trick. ‘how badly?’

‘mm, so badly’ you purr, leaning forward again because you think he’s giving in, offering you an inch to take. ‘i want you to use me again, i can’t stop thinking about it,’ you slot your nose in the dip of his boxers, inhaling deeply. if only you could see how fucking stupid you look.

‘god, that’s the problem,’ sungchan groans in frustration, pushing your head away without using too much force. ‘you’re just like every other whore on campus.’ he yanks his zipper back up, the clanking sound of his metal belt buckle ringing out shrilll. ‘and you let me think you were different.’ he accuses.

you can’t handle being confronted with this kind of rejection, scrambling to your feet in an effort to stop him from leaving. you’re not thinking straight and he’s not making any sense. not in your mind. ‘wait, please, we can do anything you want’ you plead, ‘i’ll do anything you want.’

sungchan scoffs, shaking his head as he adjusts his belt. ‘you don’t get it, do you? that’s not what i want.’ it’s true, you don’t get it, you feel disgusting, the realization of what you’ve done and a sudden, visceral sensation of self awareness washes over you. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you can’t stop them before they fall. sungchan stills. he waits a moment before stepping forward, hands coming out to cup either side of your face, thumbs smearing your tears further down your cheeks, mascara and blush smearing like frosting. you think maybe he’s trying to comfort you. he’s not.

‘that’s better,’ he murmurs gruffly, drawing one hand back to strike across the side of your face. not hard, at least not as hard as he could have but it makes your eyes squeeze shut, a fresh wave spurting from your waterline.

‘get on your knees. try again.’ he demands. you don’t hesitate long enough, but he can forgive that. you think you want him, that you need him, but he’ll prove you wrong and then he’ll never let you go.

[yrfairy]

hello… long time no see. 🫣 because some ppl have asked… would u rather a prequel to this or a sequel?

[yrfairy]

———— • to: dearest tumblr user, fairy ♡ yrfairy • ————

💌 happy valentine’s day

———— • from: anga ♡ ninety-nite-99 • ————

omg hiii anga!! this is soooo sweet of u i didn’t expect thiss but thank u so much, happy valentine’s day to you too!<3333

[yrfairy]

yes i’m fine thanks for asking

[prettieangel]

warnings: noncon, sungchan is very manipulative, degrading names (whore). smut under the cut!

sungchan was loved by nearly everyone on campus. the biggest hockey player, rich and the biggest man whore, he had everything he could’ve wanted. that is except you, of course. he made his intrests for you as bright as day, but you never seemed to get it. it was frustrating. and he figured that if he couldn’t get you normally then he’d just have to force you.

he was always true to his word, slipping something into your drink the next day at a huge party before walking off to watch in the distance. it didn’t take long for you to become woozy, the noise and lights feeling faster than usual, brighter and more vibrant. sungchan swore that he was gonna take good care of you, but his act crumbled as soon as he was balls deep.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he says, scoffing at the way you tried your hardest to push him away, but you were no match against his taller, bigger body. “i’ve been trying to get ahold of you for months, yet you ignored me every single time,” he groans as he pushes deeper into you, placing your legs on his shoulders to change the angle.

“you should be fucking honored for my attention,” he says, slapping your cheek to get you to stop squirming, the smack nearly knocking the wind out of you. “stop moving, you fucking whore.” your squirming and struggles came to a halt at the harsh impact at his hand and at his cruel words, but the whining, crying, and incoherent pleas for him to stop, to go away, to at least slow down continued.

“look at you, you don’t even know what you’re saying.” he mumbles, his hands trailing down your leg slowly before being directed towards your clit, this thumb starting to rub slow, yet rough circles. “see, i’m even being nice. you should be grateful.” he could get used to this. it’s likely that you’ll remember tonight, remember him. and he’ll just use you, over and over and over again until he was tired. after all, he’s only being nice, giving you attention, thinking about your pleasure as well, it would only be fair if you were his for a while.

[yrfairy]

hiii i have a pretty long thought so bare with me. it’s with stepdad!sungchan and stepdaughter!reader (big age gap with reader in early 20s and him in his late 30s/early 40s). sungchan grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand as he slaps you with the other. each slap is followed by a degrading comment about you, all because you both were out and let another guy look at you for a bit longer than he could take it, brazenly answering any question asked as you responded in your sweet voice. he couldn’t stand that you looked so pretty for him yet let other guys hit on you. not to mention how your boobs we’re sticking out your shirt, practically flaunting them in that guy’s face as you unintentionally batted your eyelashes at him. sungchan felt sick really. as you sat on you knees on the hardwood floors below you in between sungchan’s spread apart legs, you can’t help but groan after each slap. it was a set amount of slaps and comments every time before he switched hands to slap you on the other side, continuing his attack on you. it burned so good despite your numbing face, only able to moan out a “i’m sorry” between tears. “can’t even say my name now?” he’d say as he’s clicking his tongue before pulling you by your hair up to his face to growl into your ear, “say ‘i’m sorry daddy’.”

i was thinking of something like this where it starts off with reader enjoying how he slaps you but then he like forces himself onto you to teach you a lesson, much like he has before many many times. i hope this isn’t too much TT if possible, can i be 🖇️ anon? thank youuuu

shush /lh it’s not too much (maybe too much for my brain to handle /lh but /pos). i love all of this sm. also yes of course u can be 🖇️ anon i already added u to the page heh cuz i knew it was going to take me a while to get to this :(

i feel very insane and sick in the head about this /pos so. idk if anything i’m going to say is coherent bc the way u wrote this out is rly yummy and im not going to do it justice /lh why am i like this😭😭 /rh

18+ mdni. ♡ cw: noncon, stepcest (stepdad!sungchan, stepdaughter!reader), age gap (reader is 25, sungchan is 38), daddy kink, slut shaming, impact play (face slapping), degradation, hair pulling, anal. ‘stupid little girl’, ‘slut,’ ‘pathetic’.

ok first off. late 30s/early 40s mention has me tweakingggg /pos. self-indulgent but i’m making reader 25 and sungchan can be 38. i’d make him older because that’s so hot but for him specifically, i just don’t see him as a 40+ hc.

the imagery of you sitting pretty on your knees in front of him while he holds your head back by your hair and slaps you is making me feel so fucking insane??? /pos. i’m kind of getting on the bandwagon (as if i wasn’t already) of sungchan being the kind of dom to hurt you (be it with his words, slapping, etc) just for the sake of it… it’s not necessarily even a punishment, it’s just to be mean.

sungchan is incredibly possessive, i definitely see him getting that mad over other men looking at you and unfortunately, he would probably blame you for it. the kind of stepdad :( to buy you the sluttiest little clothes and then get upset with you for wearing them out, because they were meant for his eyes only.

i want to say that sungchan insists you’re nothing but polite to others in public, instilling a lack of autonomy in you :( so, really, it’s his fault when you just smile and giggle while men say crude things to you because he’s taught you not to speak up for yourself. you definitely get ‘mistaken’ for a couple when you’re out or people give you sideways glances because it makes them uncomfortable how dolled up and adorable you look considering your generous assets and the dominance exuding from your stepfather.

you already wrote so perfectly about the slapping, so i’m just going to add on a little bit about him forcing himself on you after you think it’s over. i think he’d have you conditioned to enjoy his ‘punishments’ like you said, trying to be a good girl for him and bear it. hnn him forcing you to call him ‘daddy’ and say ‘i’m sorry, daddy’, & ‘thank you for showing me discipline, daddy’ oooh i’m trying to act so normal rn /pos.

once sungchan decides you’ve had enough of being slapped in the face, he’d tell you to turn around and present yourself to him. at this point, you know what that means and his demand makes you whine in protest, but you have no choice in the matter. it wasn’t a request. he’d pull you forward again by your hair, advising you that he’s not going to repeat himself. if you don’t get into position for him, he’ll make you and he won’t be gentle. forcing you onto your hands and knees, ass in the air and back arched. pushes your skirt up to your waist and yanks your panties down, leaving you exposed and quivering for him.

if he was being nice, he’d only fuck your dripping cunt. first running his fingers through your glistening slit and mocking you for being so wet for him already. i can’t think of any coherent sentences because my brain is screaming /pos but he’d definitely call you a ‘stupid little girl’. and maybe say things like, ‘you’re so pathetic, what am i going to do with you?’

if you keep squirming though, he’s going to use your asshole. ‘please, daddy, no… don’t want it in that hole’ you whimper, but of course, the more you struggle, the happier it makes him. he loves ‘hurting’ you so if you were a perfect little girl and never gave him any reason to punish you, he wouldn’t be satisfied. ‘happy’ is definitely the wrong word but my point is, he’d get bored of you pretty fast if you just rolled over and followed his instructions every time he snapped his fingers.

sungchan pushes past your tight ring of muscle, bullying his thick cock into your ass despite your cries of resistance. ‘please, daddy, really don’t want it, please’ you plead, but you know deep down, he’s not going to stop. your objections only spur him on, making him thrust harder into you to see if that’ll shut you up.

‘you’re taking me so well, have you been practicing with those friends of yours like a fucking slut?’ he accuses, the mere thought making him viscerally angry, suddenly hilting himself inside of you by sheer force. your arms collapse beneath you, sungchan immediately grabbing your hips to keep your rear raised. ‘answer me’, he barks, punctuating his command with another sharp thrust.

‘no, daddy, promise’ you sob, ‘i don’t do this with anyone else,’ your tears are staining your cheeks, trickling into your open mouth as you pant and gasp.

‘that’s right. good girl’.

[hencheri]

hencheri's top 5 fics of 2025 🪽

this is only for fun ^^ let's start 2026 with some self-love <3 let me know which fic was your favourite! which one did you think about a lot? which one did you reread more than once? (it doesn't have to be a fic i've listed ofc) i'd love to hear your comments, it means so much to me!

5. young lust

she's a special girl, i don't think she's been talked about enough,, simply one of my favourite tropes ever. very self-indulgent about the age gap—i'm just a girl after all—but it makes my tummy tingle every time i think about it. also, there are some of the best dialogues in this fic in my opinion, mark is so mean in a way that's so satisfying... the first fic of 2025 and it slayed so hard. i hope you guys read it as many times as i did when i first posted it.

4. dead from the start

still surprised of the amount of feedback it received, but so grateful <3 she's special too because it was the first time ever writing something this gory and horroresque. i love this jisung, and yes, i like to think i could fix him, but all he wants is to kill me, sadly. writing this fic was so much fun honestly and august was the perfect time to release this. may she never be forgotten.

3. sharing is caring

now, sharing is caring is what i can call an icon. this kun is simply the hottest, yet meanest boyfriend ever and i'm so glad so many people enjoyed him <3 mean boyfriends are the staple of my blog and the subject of every single one of my fics, but this one is on top. what isn't hot about being offered to your boyfriend's friends like you're just a fuck-toy? you tell me... there are some of my favourite interactions in this fic and i was truly so excited when posting it. this was a great time.

2. dirty laundry

another icon, another freaky ass fic normies despise me for. hencheri invented incest and yes, this is 100% true and verified by me. when i went through the hard time of finals, there was brother!ten and my keyboard to keep me sane. dirty laundry is such a special fic, you guys hyped me up to write it and indulge in my fantasies and i'm glad i listened to you!! some of my favourite characters probably, what's worth 1 asshole brother when you can have 3...

1. true love never dies

my queen, my love, my shayla. i'm a hendery girl through and through—if this wasn't clear before, now it is. hendery is my husband and yes he has the right to cheat on me if he apologizes after. you guys aren't funny. this is one of my longest fics, and it better be, because the angst is so tasty, so yummy. if you haven't read it, i wonder what you're doing here... you've never done the full hencheri experience!! writing this healed so many things in me, it's weird to say, but it really did and i'm proud of it <3

honourable mentions... ★

— fics that weren't birthed in 2025, but made their entry on hencheri that year;

dior girl, she deserves a mention, she's my most popular fic of 2025 after all...

roommates!nohyuck, i love her so much. wished she'd received the feedback she deserved. another underrated queen.

— fics that could've made it to the top 5, but didn't because i had to make choices;

stepbros!xiaodery, she's really special to me. the noncon is something else...

moviestars really proud of her. she's the only one where the noncon genuinely makes me feel uneasy.

rotten heart i really love the plot of this one and the dynamics between the characters.

i went with the fics i'm the most proud of and loved the most to write <3 it was difficult to only chose 5 because i like all of my fics for many different reasons, but i think i've settled on a list that makes the most sense! please don't hesitate to tell me which stories you liked the most, i'd really love to know (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) thank you for the support <3

[yrfairy]

are you taking requests at the moment?

hi!! hmm so technically no… i don’t take requests for fics/posts but i like to do hard hours (like.. if you had a thought about smth and wanted to know my thoughts on that thing…) and those are always open! i’ve just been really busy n unmotivated so i haven’t been answering many, but if u have an idea abt smth please feel free to send it!

no pressure, and here are my rules if you want to check them out beforehand!

[hencheri]

perv!wooyoung and his shy gf,,

18+ mdni.

pairing. perv bf!wooyoung x fem!reader warnings. wooyoung's a shameless pervert, dubcon (he goes against your boundaries multiple times but you let him), dom/sub dynamics, wooyoung has a piss kink but it's lowkey a fetish atp (most of the fic is about that i'm sorry), cum play, spit kink, corruption, conditioning, forced drinking (alcohol & water)(no piss dw lol), public sex, aftercare, he likes to humiliate you a lot >< anyway he's really really gross and filthy!! it's very graphic, please don't read if you don't like it. wc. 2k

a.n.: i said i wouldn't write for ateez on my own but i've underestimated how down bad i am for wooyoung. i hate him and his gorgeous gorgeous face. this is genuinely weird but that's what makes it hot idc what anyone thinks. i can't believe i've written this much, i'm actually insane... hope you guys like it <3

thinking about how wooyoung is so gross and pervy with you, can’t get his hands off you even for a minute. he has no shame, barely any self-control, loving how you’re the complete opposite. you’re shy and become embarrassed over everything your boyfriend does. he can never get enough of you and it’s so clear he gets off on humiliating you and making you feel uncomfortable. it’s what he loves the most. 

wooyoung likes it messy, really messy. the more dirtied and fucked out you are, the better. he’ll kiss you and push his tongue inside your mouth to have you drool all over yourself, he’ll bite your lips so they’re puffy and swollen, slap your cheek so your spit splatter over your face and shove his fingers so deep in your mouth to make you choke around them. he could stop there, but wooyoung wants you completely wrenched, and a little bit of spit isn’t enough for that. 

next is his cock between your lips, your throat convulsing around him and your nose buried in his pubic hair. his hand in your hair is there to hold you down because he knows if he doesn’t, you’ll get off of him in an instant and that’s the last thing he wants you to do. he needs you drooling, so much that it drips down your chin and onto his pelvis. he won’t let go until he sees your eyes tearful and glossy and hears you choke and splutter around his hard cock—and it must sound like it’s painful, or else he won’t be convinced. 

another thing wooyoung likes to do is to cum directly onto your pussy—doesn’t matter if you’ve cummed as well or not—and put you back on into your panties. he’ll pat your clothed cunt with a prideful smile on his face, the sign that you’re finally ready to go out. wooyoung will watch you all night long walking uncomfortably, enjoying the little scowl on your face whenever you sit down or get up, knowing you’re not so fond of the cold, gooey feeling of his cum sticking to your pussy lips. 

he doesn’t always make you go out with soiled panties, sometimes he just prefers to stay home and do even more disgusting things with you instead. his favourite thing above all, the one he’s obsessed with and humiliates you so damn much; making you pee on him. it’s even better if you’re wearing the same pair of underwear he cummed inside of. 

wooyoung can’t explain how feral it makes him feel, but you just bring out this side of him by being so cute with your pleading and tearful eyes. so cute when you’re straddling him, his hands on your hips anchoring you down, your little cunt shaking with need and dripping in your arousal, full bladder hurting your stomach, mouth blabbering some ‘no’s and some ‘wooyoung’s he doesn’t pay attention to. 

“i need to go, let me go!” you say, trying to get off of wooyoung, but he holds you down firmly, making you hump his erection trapped in his pants. your hands are balled into fists, crying out of frustration and pain, feeling like your stomach is about to burst. you could just use a little bit more force and you’d peel off of wooyoung, but you stay there, crying and sniffling, nails grazing his chest. 

wooyoung only grunts, his palms running up and down your body, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples, bucking his hips up and making you moan. “stop holding it, baby. i told you to just do it, relax for me…” he presses his hand down on your stomach, his fingers spread out. you shudder, thighs clenching on either side of his hips. “come on, i’ll help you,” he says softly, like he wants to help, make the pain go away—and he actually does want to because if you just listen to him, you’ll feel much better. he rubs your stomach, trying to ease you up, looking at your face that’s all scrunched up. 

it becomes hard to hold it, wooyoung’s voice whispering praises and his hands rubbing your skin bringing you to the edge. when you let it go, pee soaking through your panties and your boyfriend’s pants, your break down, crying—you’re relieved, a weight lifting off of your shoulders, but also terribly humiliated. 

wooyoung curses, letting out a ‘fuck’, eyes stuck between your legs, his cock so stiff and hard he barely can contain himself. “good girl, such a good girl,” he praises, bringing his hand down and circling your clit with his thumb through your wet panties. your crying comes down to quiet sniffles and a last tear rolling down your cheek, the pain you felt in your lower stomach finally going away. “see how good you feel now, huh? you’re so pretty, my good girl,” he repeats, his words rushed under the thrill of his excitement, biting down into his bottom lip. 

you feel disgusting, dirty and ashamed—but wooyoung couldn’t be more delighted. the warm feeling going down your thighs then seeping through his pants and onto the couch, finally letting go of what was bothering you for hours. at that point, he either kisses you and reassures you, cleaning you and bringing you to bed, giving you some rest… or he turns you around, getting on top of you and pulling your wet panties to the side, unzipping his pants, pushing his hard cock into your warm and glistening cunt. he fucks you into the couch, not stopping until he’s satisfied, until you’re filled to the brim with his cum and you’re begging him for more—or to stop. 

you’d think wooyoung’s obsession would stop there, at making you piss yourself on top of him, but the extent of his fantasy is way, way larger than that. 

wherever you go, your boyfriend isn’t far behind—even when you go to the bathroom. it only started as him going to brush his teeth or wash his face when you were already on the toilet as if it was no big deal to invade your privacy like that without any warning. you didn’t say anything, it’s something couples do in general, you rationalized. now, wooyoung follows you to the bathroom even if he has nothing to do inside it. saying how he wants to be with you, doesn’t want you to leave him not even for a second, loves you too much. doesn’t he have the right to be with his girlfriend? you beg him to leave, tell him that it’s weird, but he always insists to stay—and he does. he sits over the edge of the bath or leans his back against the wall and watches you pee. he only does that, nothing more, just stays with you when you’re peeing. he enjoys it, he says. it’s exciting. 

it doesn’t matter if you’re home, at a friend's house or a party, he’ll follow you to any bathroom. if he hears you telling someone you have to go pee, you can be sure he’s going with you. at this point, you’re used to it, it’s become the usual—you can beg him for some privacy, tell him to wait for you just outside, you know you’ll eventually give in because he never listens to you anyway. though he never does anything, it’s clear he loves it by the way he bites his lip while watching you, his eyes fixated on you, probably getting off to the embarrassed look on your face. so cute, he tells himself.

when you’re out, spending the night in a club, wooyoung will force you to drink more than you can take. he balances the alcohol with water, but nonetheless, you always end up with a full bladder and a stomach that hurts badly. he’ll let go only when he believes you’ve drank enough water, bringing the glass to your lips himself and not caring if some liquid drips down from your mouth and wet the top of your breasts. 

he comes with you to the bathroom, entering with you in the stall where the doors barely hang up on themselves, the floor sticky and dirty. the place’s disgusting, but it doesn’t stop wooyoung from getting horny as he watches you empty your bladder. you know you’re there for a while with the amount of drinks you’ve had and wooyoung starts palming himself over his pants, eyes on you, loving the painful expression on your face, your brows knitting together and your lips forming a pout. 

the moment you pull your panties up and flush the toilet, wooyoung takes a hold of you and turns you around, pushing you flush against the bathroom stall. “you turn me on so bad, baby,” he rasps out, his mouth just beside your ear and making you shiver. “got my cock so hard just from being so goddamn cute.” he makes sure to press his crotch to your ass, feeling his bulge through the fabric of his trousers. 

he loves public sex, especially when he can be as filthy as he wants. the music is loud enough to cover your cries and the wet sounds your cunt makes as his cock drives into you, but anyone entering would be aware of what you two are doing in that stall. luckily for you, people are too drunk and don’t care enough to notice you, though your pulse always picks up whenever someone walks in. or it’s just wooyoung’s endless sex-drive that makes you pant like a dog. 

he slows down when you hear the door opening, covering your mouth with hand, whispering dirty things to you. “you’re dripping wet, baby,” he teases, “don’t make them catch us, mmh? keep quiet.” you can feel him smirk against your neck, going deeper and harsher. his hand muffles your whines and moans, but you also have to consider how the stall is shaking from wooyoung’s back and forth movements, which he has obviously noticed but doesn’t care one bit about it. “such a dirty girl, but so good for me,” he says in a low voice, kissing your neck, proud of you.

recently, wooyoung has also started coming in to use the bathroom while you’re already there doing your hair or makeup. you don’t say anything, it’s not taboo for you anymore, even though sometimes you’d prefer he doesn’t act so shameless all the time. 

he stands before the toilet and unzips his jeans, lowering his boxers to take his soft cock out. the first time he asks you if you want to hold it for him, you look at him as if there’s something wrong with him. he only smirks, not missing the way you clench your thighs, heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach. “come here, it misses your touch,” he smiles, looking at you with his malicious eyes that you recognize oh so well. 

it takes you a second before you accept, putting down your mascara and kneeling down close beside him, your face eye-level with his crotch. there’s something so hot, he thinks, about you down on your knees, a face with fresh makeup on, small, lotioned hand reaching for his flaccid cock. he gives it to you and he almost moans when your hand circles his cock, angling the tip just above the toilet bowl. you hold him the entire time he pisses, watching with curious eyes, oddly… turned on. 

“good girl,” he says, patting your hair before wiping himself. “thank you, baby.” he’s about to tuck himself back inside his pants until you stop him, gripping his cock again and scooting yourself in front of him on your knees. “someone’s hungry?” he hums, a faint smirk drawing on his lips. you nod your head and with a ‘go ahead’ from wooyoung, you take him inside your mouth, greedily sucking his length, getting him hard. 

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hi came down from a cold so idk just wrote all that about wooyoung + piss kink... something possessed me i think but thank god bcs i am obsessed i already need more. thank you @/yrfairy for brainstorming with me though sjsjsksn lowkey this wouldn't exist without you lol!!

pls interact! reblogs are soso appreciated and they really help me to know if you really liked my fic or not! comments and asks are as much appreciated ofc <3 ily bye

[yrfairy]

wait i'm hearing u about dealer sungchan.... bc he's so inconspicuous with his baby face and sweet demeanor that i feel like he'd easily talk someone into buying more than they need, getting a little higher than they need, sticking around for longer than they planned... like everything sounds like a good idea when it comes out of his mouth 😖

honestly yeahhhhh u get it omg… getting his number from your friend’s boyfriend and going to meet him at his dorm on campus. his vibe is laidback, welcoming you inside and leading you to his room, dressed in an oversized crewneck and sweats. ugh im imagining him barefaced with fluffy hair too<3

mdni, cw: dealer!sungchan, drugs (weed, molly), don’t make fun of me if it sounds like idk what im talking about this is based on my college experience i wrote smth super random and it’s not very dark or even suggestive m sorry😭 i can write more in another post if anyone is interested..

you’d be relaxed if he weren’t so damn handsome and hnn he’d smells so good too. he gestures for you to sit on his twin bed while he retrieves the goods. opens the side drawer of his desk and sits down… but he keeps looking at you even as he packs the baggie.

i’m thinking maybe the first time you go to him you’re just wanting to buy weed for yourself, you’ve smoked before but since you moved onto campus you haven’t been able to get your hands on any unless it’s at a party. beginning to feel at ease in sungchan’s presence, you get the courage to ask him if he sells anything ‘stronger’. ‘what do you mean, like a different strain?‘ he asks in response, casually explaining that he doesn’t really know the thc percentages, but he (lightheartedly) promises you that it’ll definitely get you high.

‘n-no… like… mdma..’ you mumble, voice dropping with embarrassment as you realize how silly you sound. ‘huh? you mean molly?’ he asks, raising his eyebrow at you and his lips spread into something between a grin and the start of a laugh. your face flushes with heat, palms sweating and if you didn’t feel so humiliated, frozen in place, then you’d make a run for it.

it’s like he’s enjoying how flushed and squirmy you’ve gotten, sealing the ziplock almost purposely slow. he tells you that yeah, he might have some but what do you need it for? you shrug your shoulders and explain that your friend mentioned wanting to try it, that it sounded like fun but you’ve only ever gotten high smoking weed…

‘well, start with this…’ he says, leaning forward to hand you the nugs, just to snatch it back again when you reach for it. ‘aren’t you forgetting something?’ he teases and you blink dumbly at him before you realize and fish through your sweatshirt pocket for the cash. ‘maybe you can try some at one of my parties, i can give you a sampler.’

you’re pretty sure he’s being condescending, but you get hung up on the idea of seeing him again, in a different context… maybe a less transactional one.

[yrfairy]

tw drugs // who wants to talk to me about dealer sungchan and/or shotaro…

[yrfairy]

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26 (1999) ♡ she/they/he ♡ queer ♡ bpd ♡

you can call me fairy! i also really like pet names so feel free to use any you like if you interact with me (gendered terms are totally fine), please use tone tags with me when possible ♡

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♡ hard hours are always open but i cannot guarantee i will always answer as i want to prioritize posting short fics, my inbox is open for chatting & making friends but i am veryy bad at small talk >.< i do not take requests!

♡ my blog contains mainly dark content. i mainly write for fem!reader because that is what i’m most comfortable with.

♡ groups i write for: riize + seunghan, misc bgs (@yrfairy) & enhypen hyung line (@heechou).

♡ other groups i like: zb1, &team, txt, bnd, ateez, 82major, ampers&one, 8turn, p1harmony, all (h)ours, nomad + more— i’m open to talking about members from any of these groups (i do not write for idols born in 06 and younger).

♡ greenlight (like to write): noncon, dubcon, misogynistic themes, bimbo!reader, chubby!reader, insecure!reader, dumbification, degradation, manipulation, humiliation, corruption, voyeurism, legal age gaps, daddy/sir kink, weapons (knife + gunplay), impact play, power dynamics, foodplay, feederism but i’m shy, i would say i’m okay with most topics.

♡ yellowlight (selective): pregnancy, lactation, breeding kink, anal, monsterfucking, horror, hybrids (reader preference), ddlg, murder, cannibalism, blood/gore, necro, piss kink, period sex, stepcest/incest (latter is sibling only), switch!reader, member x member (reader incl.).

♡ redlight (won’t write): underage, ageplay, raceplay, feet, scat, mommy kink, dom!reader, male reader, idol au, temperature play, mental illness, specific physical descriptions (excluding chubby!reader or big breasts), i do not write fluff, soft smut, or content without reader insert.

*selective means i will write, but am less interested&will likely prioritize greenlight topics. will update as necessary.

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